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

stanch friends already, sauntered after
them. For a time the merry chat went
on unbroken. They were talking of that
neVer-to- be-forgotten visit to the Point
-Pappoose's f1rst-and of the hop to
which the tall cadet captain took the
timid school girl, and Of her hop card
and the disting ui&hed names it bore,
as names ran IN the old days of the
battalion; Of Ray, who danced 50 beau
tifully and rode so well-he was with
the tn cavalry now somewhere along
the Union Pacific, said Dean-and OF
Billings, the cadet adjutant; he was
with the light battery IN Louisville.
Where this Capt Newhall is station
ed, interrupted Pappoose, with quick,
upward look. 81 wonder if he knows
him, Mr.. Dean"
He doesn't like him, I'll venture to
say said Dean, eff Newhall doesn't
suit you and Jessie, and I'm sure 1
shan't." And they went on to talk of
the lovely dance music they had at the
point that summer, and how bewitch-
ingly Elsen used to play that pretty
galop-"Puckwudjie s"-the very thing
for a moonlit night. One could almost
see the Indian fairies dancing about
their tiny fires.
1T was that galop-my first at West
Point-that 1 danced with Cadet Capt.
Dean" said Pappoose, looking blithely
up into his steadfast eyes. you've no
idea what a proud girl 1 was" They
were at the upper end of the parade
at the moment. The kiosk was only
fifty yards away, its band lights spark
ling under the canopy, the moonlight
glinting on the smooth surface of the
dancing floor that an indulgent post
commander had had placed there. Half
a dozen young garrison girls, arm in
arm and by tWOs, were strOlling about
its waXen face awaiting the next piece;
and some of them had been Emporium
ing the leader, for at that moment, soft
and ripping, sweet and thrilling, quick
and witching, the exqE ate opening
strains of "Puckwudjies" floated out
upon the night.
ooh, Jess! Listen!' cried Elinor in
ecstasy and surprise, as she turned
back with quickly beating heart.
mo, no, indeed" replied her soldier
escort. with throb in his breast that
echoed and overmastered that in her
own. mo time to listen-come! 1t
was your first galop at the Point-iet
it be your first in Wyoming" And in
q moment more the tall, 1.-THE, supple,
slender forms were gliding about the
dancing floor in perfect time to the
lovely music, but now her dark eyes
could not meet the fire in the blue.
Following their lead, LOOMS and Jessie
Joined the dance. Other couples from
along the row fastened to the scene.
In five minutes a lively hop was on at
Emory. and when at last, breathing
a little hurriedly and with heightened
color Elinor Folsom glanced up into
his joyous and beaming face-"You
had forgotten that galop, Mr.. Dean"
she archly said, but down went the
dark eyes again at his fervent reply.
Eyes, 1 admit it: but so long as 1
live I'll never forget this"
Small wonder was it that when Bur-
leigh came driving out at tattoo for a
brief conference with the colonel, his
sallOW face took on a darker shade, as
he suddenly caught sight of that cOu-
pie standing at the moment apart from
the dancers, seeing neither them nor
him, hearing for the moment no music
but that which trembled in the tones
of his deep voice, for Elinor was
strangely silent.
Marshall Dean," whispered Jessie
that night, as she Rugged him before
being lifted to her seat tell me true,
wasn't Pappoose's picture in your
heart pocket? Didn't that bullet
crease it?''
Promise on your honor not to tell,
Jess" he whispered.
She nodded delightedly.
Yes, ana WHAT'S more, It's there
now"
Early on the morrow came further
news. Troops from Steele and Bridger
were on the move, but no word came
for the cavalry at Emory, and Mar
shall Dean, hitherto most eager for field
service, learned with joy he felt
ashamed to own that he had still an
other day to spend in the society of
Jessie and her friend But how much
of that citation Jessie could have claim
ed as due to her every sister whose
brother is in love can better tell than
1. At eight they came driving out to
hear the band at guardmounting
though to old Pecksniff's pathetic sor-
row, he could mount only twelve men
all told. That ceremony over, they
watched with kindling eyes the sharp
drill of MarshalPs troop; that soldierly
young commander, one may feel well
assured, showing his men, his horses,
and himself off to the best of his ab;l-
ity, as who would not have done under