, 1897-09-25
A wA1F OF THE PLAINS.
How Horizons Papose Played Havoc
With Hearts at an Army Post.


TOT "ass anu WEEKS tnose oi US VINO
nau not howl 10 the sa1ety OF one owns
anu one farser Camps hAo "atcneu LOT
pne coming OF Inc Apacnes' VINO mad
oeen raioins the outyihs rancaos anu
n smaller mining camps oy nylng Tor
avs OF small parties not known TO alb
sedft from oheir reservation. we nao
grow tred OF guard n
spoiung our winter holidays and our
esessshts looking IN the rKness LOT
II atucK tnat dDd not me-afthoug
'he "os' tecen- lenuetioot khe" that
II was more ehah likely 10 come al the
nose uneApec'eo tiihe-~hen there caune
d courier from silver Clty 10 tell US
mat our camp was Dilied Tor the next
engagement.
II came upon mrs arfiVal-or very
nearly SO. lhis courier VINO was a
co"Doy from the s-Dar' 81 miles north
o. u.s. nad nardly gone 10 MS supper
"nen the trouele arrived.
"luhih an hour II seemed as though
m4llions OF ho"rihS' sharp-shootlne,
goVernment-fed ioaters mad ~surrohnde
ohe camp ana every man VINO could nan
ole a rlne was needed.
Driven back from the
nils TO The coni1nes OF the camp proper
-dri'eh' by sheer force or NUMBERS.
Dack' DacK' INTO our very CABINS, "flere
the women and chiidren were-bullet
VINO lay Dehfnd the
Ihere came a bugle-call, OF winch we
kne" not the techn!cai meaning But
we dla Kho" mat troops from Fort bav-
ara mad come to our rescue and nat
we and ours were saved.
The troopers used TO this kind OF
work. had d~isnounte and mad sur
the redskins; n when some
OF the latter made a break through the
lines, they were followed by a number
CT soldiers, among whom, not leading
but anxious to be in the thick OF It,
was Lieutenant John Marcus Horton
~ 800 ' ~
unable to brandish a sword and shout
FOLLOW me- at one n the same time,
but Who sprinted admirably, neverthe-
less.
Lieutenant Horton never knew What
dld happen maj night, not exactly. he
only that when the tro'iDle
was all over IN this. MS nrst engage
ment, ne was the possessor OF q snat>
tered arm. a broken RID or two' a cut
head, and a small, blonde prisoner,
whom ne mad captured at the point OF
the sword when the troopers found the
obscure canon In whlch the Indians.
who had evldentl proposed to emigrate
to Mexico. despite the season.. had n
cealed their families.
'Horton's prisoner came along with
surprising willingness. Her complexion
was tanned by the sun and winds al
most as dark as that OF n Apache;
but rhe same Influences had served only
to bleach her naturally !ight halr to
an unmistakably two-and-molasses-taf-
~ color or TWO. she must nave re-
tanned some recollection OK her Scan
dinavian parents, else she had no come
along with Mr.. Horton so willingly, for
n mad a temper. as was presently dis
covered by several persons. Yet b
co'f.d not, or would not. speak a word
aside from the Apache dialect, and we
could learn nothing, through the inter-
prefers, OF her origin or as to the time
she had lived among the Indians.
1t was not embarrassing, merely; 1t
was distressing, really, to all OF US, the
question OF what we should do with
this waif. THOSE OF Apache parentage
we could and would return to The res
ervation. But ths one
The women had talked 1t over, with
doubtful shakes OF the head, when John
. Marcus Horton, with more apparent
bravery thar he ever showed as pie
be- a cadet-officer, or In actual fight
ing service, strobe modestly into the
breach.
"rl attend to her case he said.
Then, seeing that the eyes OF the as
semb1ed mothers Of the community
were upon him, he 'blushed, b contln>
ued. firmly: "My people will see to 1t
that she lacks nothing in the way OF
education or training. Why not send
her to my mothe In Ohio? and l will