The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1897-12-12

nature, for presently his voice was
heard at the foot Of the stairs.
I'm going over to the depot a few
minutes, Daught. wish to see Burleigh.
Don't wait for me. Start whenever
you are ready. Where do the boys meet
your"
1t was high noon now, and the rud-
dy-faced old fellow grew redder as the
summer sun beat down on his gray
head, but he strobe sturdily down the
broad avenue that led to the heart of
the busting new town. turned to the
! right at the first cross street beyond
his own big block, and ten minutes
brisk tramp brought him to the gate
way of Burleigh's stockaded inclosure
Two or three employees lounging about
the gate were gazing curiously within
Silently they let him pass them by,
but sound of angry voices rose upon
the heated air. Just within the gate
stood the orderly trumpeter holding
two horses by the reins, one of them
Marshall Deans, and a sudden idea oc-
CURED to Folsom as he glanced at the
open windows of the office building.
There was no mistaking the speaker
within. 1t was Burleigh.
Leave my Office instantly, sir, or I'll
prefer charges that will stick %
mot till I've said what 1 came to
say, Maj. Burleigh. I've abundant evil
dence of what you've been saying at
my expense. You asserted that 1 lost
my nerve the day we met Red Clouds
band-you who never dared to get out
of the ambulance until the danger was
over. It's common talk in the troop
At Frayne, at Reno ard here at Emory
you have maligned me, just as you did
in the cars to my friend here, Mr..
Lccmis, and in hearing of my sister,
7 will Il toll II
L leave your office until you swallow
your Words
Then, by God, I'll have you thrown
out, you young whipsnapper!'
And then Folsom, with fear at his
heart, rar around to the doorway to
fnterpose He came too late. There
was a sound of a furious scuff1e, a
rafting of chairs, a crunching of feet
on sanded floor, !and as he sprang up
the steps he saw Dean easily squrm-
ing out from the grasp of some mem
Der of the clerical force, who, at his
masters bidding, had thrown himself
/ upon the young officer, who then deity
tripped his heels from under him and
| dropped him on the floor, while LOOMS
confronted the others who would have
made some show of obeying orders.
| And then there was the Whirr of a
whip lash. crack and snap and swish,
and a red welt shot across Burleigh's
livid face as he himself staggered back
to his desk. With raging tongue and
frantic oath;Nh he leaped out again, a
leveled pistol in his hand, but even
before he could pull trigger, or Folsom
interpose, Loomis stick came down
like flash on the outstretched wrist,
and the pistol clattered to the floor.
Good God, boys! what are you do
! ing?" cried the trader, as he hurled
himself between them. Stop this in
stantly. Sit down, Burleigh. Come
out, Dean-come out at once! And
you, too, Loomis."
I'm entirely ready-now," said the
cavalry lieutenant, though his eyes
were flaming and his lips were rigid.
But whenever Maj. Burleigh wants to
finish this he can find me-" and with
these words he hacked slowly to the
door, face to the painting and disor-
dered foe
Finish this! you young hound, I'll
finish you" screamed Burleigh, as he
! shook his clinclied fist at the retiring
! pair.
GO, boys, gor' fmplored Folsom.
'Ill see you by and by. No-no-sit
still, Burleigh Don't you speak This
must step right. here"
And SO the old mans counsels pre-
vailed, and the two friends, with grave,
| pallid, but determined faces came out
into the sunshine, and with much de-
liberation and somewhat ostentatious
| calm proceeded to where the orderly
waited with the horses.
You will see+the ladies out to camp,
Loomis?" asked Dean. Il must gallop
on ahead"
"Ay, ay, go on, reckon
But on this scene there sIuurns. ccp-
peared a third party, in the partial
guise Of an officer and the grip of Bac-
chus. Lurching down the office steps,
with flushed face and blood-shot eyes,
came Capt Newhall.
"Genrm'n," said he thickly, lem
introduce m'self. Haven't tn honor
y'r 'quain's. I'm Cam New(hic)1l.
Cap'n Nm (hic)oohaul Ghis cost pro-
| digious effort and much balancing),
an'-an' you sherv'd that f'ler pepper
| fiicky RI. He's dam scoun 'rl-gen 'le-
men-an' ole frien' mine
| For an instant he stood sWaying un-
steadily, with half-eXtended hand. For
an instant the two young officers gaz-