The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-03-17

all that his captain held fairest. dear
est, most precious in all the world.
Leale's love for Helen Daunton was
something the whole garrison had seen
and seen with hearty sympathy. 1t
would be something to teach this proud
and honored officer that he, the despised
and criminal tough, was, after all, a
man to be envied as the husband Of the
woman his captain could now only
'ainly and hopelessly love- Il was his
plan to bargain with him, to invoke his
aid, to tempt the honor Of soldier and
gentleman, but for moment, at sight
of that stern, sad face, he stood abashed.
"You wished TO see me, " said Leale,
"and will hear you pcw."
"I've got that to say l want no other
man to know" was the reply after an
interval of few seconds, "and / want
your word of honor that you will hold
it sacred"
ST decline any promise whatever.
What do you wish to say?"
''Well, what have to tell you inter-
ests you more than any man on earth,
Captain Leale. I'm in hell here; I'm
at your mercy perhaps. My life is
threatened by these hounds, because by
accident that knife went into that blind
FOOLS vitals. 1t was only self defense. 1
didn't mean to hurt him."
"No. was the object, clearly I'M
derstand," said Leale. $50 on.
"Well, it's as man to man want to
speak. You know never meant to harm
him. You can give me a chance for JUS
tice, for life, and IL can make it
worth your while.
''That will do" was the stern re-
spouse. "No more on that head. What
else have you to ask or say?"
"Listen one minute" pleaded the
prisoner. "They'd kill me here if they
could get me, quick congratulations or
troopers either. must be helped away.
know your secret. You love my wife.
Help me out of this-here-thisn night
and neither she nor you will ever
"Silepce, you hound! Stink back to
your blanket where you belong. THANK
God my friend, your father, never
lived to know the depths of your dis
grace! Not a word!" he forbade, with
uplifted hand, as the miserable fellow
strove once more to make himself heard.
"For the sake of the name TO which
you have brought only shame you shall
be protected against Indian vengeance,
but who shall defend you against your
self? 1 will hear no more from you.
Tomorrow you may see your colonel, If
that will do You any good, but if you
have one atom of decency left, tell no
man living that you are Royle Farrar,"
and with that, raging at heart, yet cold
and stern, the officer, needless of further
frantic pleas, turned and left the spot.
But at the porch the captain turned
again. Wind and snow were driving
across his path. The sentries at the
front and flank of the guardhouse, muf-
the force of the gale. 1t seemed cruelty
to keep honest men on post night so
wild as that for no other reason than to
protect the life of man so criminal.
The members of the guard, who had re-
sumed their lounge around the redhot
stove the moment the captain disappear
ed, once more sprang to attention as he
re-entered and called the sergeant to
him.
II am tempted to ask the officer Of
the day to relieve those sentries and let
No 1 come up into the hallway, " said
he Il believe that, with the watch we
have on the Indians, there is no posi-
bility of an outbreak OH their part. !"
"There isn't, sir, F" was the sergeant 9
} prompt reply. but every man in the
J garrison knows by this time that it was
the captain that blackguard aimed to
kill, and it is not the Indians alone that
would do him if they could. l find that
whenever have had to leave the guard
! house some of the men have talked
loud for him to hear, swearing that he
would be taken out and hanged at day
break. Others want to tempt him to try
to escape, so that they can pursue him
over to town and hammer him into a
; Jelly there. The tower is the only place
where he can be unmolested, sir. /
couldn't guarantee his safety from some
} kind Of assault, even if had him right
here in the guardroom.
And just then corporal came from
the little Office.
Sergeant, it's 1925. Shall l form
my relief"
} The sergeant nodded assent "1'll in
spect it in the guardroom, said he,
and as Leale turned shortly away, in
tending to go in search of the officer of
: the day and the sergeant opened the
, door to let him out, Graice could be
heard OH the upper floor. savagely kick
ing again at his bars.
J ''That man has more gall than any
man l ever met, SIR" said Grafton.
Hes kicking because we refused to
send to the barracks for his share OF the
Christmas cigars.
''Did you search him before he was
, sent up there?' asked Leale. HAS he
matches or tobaccc?"
, Nothing l could find, sir, but other
, and sharper men have been confined
, there, and I'm told that somewhere un-
der the floor or inside the walls they've
hidden things, and he's hand in glove
, with ali the touchs of the garrison.