The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1898-01-09

the burning buildings. awe thought 1t was
an over, said he. as he lay there weak and
lapS;l1d, few days later, for the wound
reopened in the rush of the fight. "but we
rode on to the Laramie, and there God be
thanked! fell in with Loomis here and CO.
troop heading for the fire. No words can
tell you our joy when we found the ranch
sun standing and some forty Sioux getting
ready for the final dash. That running fight,
past the old home. and down the valley
where we stirred up Loring's besiegers and
sent them whirling too-why I'd give a for
tune, II l had it, to live it over again,
BUT Lorlng, after all, had the most thrilling
story to teli-of how he wormed a clew to
Burleigh's hiding-place out of a captured
outlaw and beat up the party in a nook of
the hills nabbed the major asleep. but was
warned that all the Birdsall "outft" would
Emory 1or c. troop, and, making wide de-
tour to avoid the gang ran slap into the
sioux IN the act Of firing Folsom's ranch.
Inc! men ne mad to take to the rocks in the fight
.nat followed. and had desperate siege Of a
rev hours: even Burleigh having to handle a
gun and fight for his life. 81 spotted him
I I0r coward that day we stumbled on Red
Clouds band up by the Big Horn. You re-
member 1t, Dean. l thought him a villain
when L learned how he was trying to under
mine you. Time proved him a thief and a
scoundrel. but, peace to his ashes he died
like a gentleman after all. with two Indian
bullets through him, and just as rescue came.
de mad time to make full confession. and 1t
was all pretty much as 1 suspected. The note
Dean picked up at Reno, and so stampeded
him. told how Matchmaking scoundrel was
on his way to Emory to expose him unless
headed on by further huge payments 1t
was the fellow who called himself NewhaIl'
The fellow who gave the tip to BirdsaIPs
people?, said old Folsom at this iuncture
raising a bandaged head from his daughter s
lap Who was he. really?"
'Burleigh knew all the time and I suspect
ed the moment 1 heard Miss Folsoms de-
scription. and was certain the instant I laid
eyes on him. He was a rascally captain
cashiered at Yuma the year before and I was
judge advocate of the court
And Mrs. Fletcher" asked Pappoose ex-
tending one hand to Jess, while the other
smoothed the gray curls on her fathers fore
head.
Mrs. Fletcher was his deserted wife. one
days"
The ranch is still there or was twenty
years ago. but even then the Sioux were said
TO raise more hair in the neighborhood than
Folsom did cattle. The old trader had been
gathered to his fathers, and Mrs. Hal to hers
for she broke down utterly after the events
of 49, Neither Pappoose nor Jessie cared to
revisit the spot for some time. yet. oddly
enough. both have done so more than once
The first time its chroncler ever saw 1t was
of horse and his dark-eyed. beautiful wife
nine years after the siege. Hal met US,
shy. silent fellow. despite his inches. Among
other things" said he. Lieut.. and Mrs
might all be here to meet them"
I know" said Mrs. Dean. I'VE are to meet
at Cheyenne. But. Hail. where's your wife?"
He looked shyer still. ''She don't like to
meet folks unless
There's no unless about It," said the lady
with all her old decision as she sprapg
from the ambulance. and presently reap
peared. Leading by the hand. reluctant. yet
not at all unhappy. Lizette. Some people
said Hal Folsom had no business to marry
an Indian girl before his wife was dead
three years. but all who knew Lzette said
he cid perfectly right, at least Pappoose did
and that settled it. AS for Loring- But
that's-enough for one story
CTHE END.)