Arizona republican., 1898-03-02
(Continued From Yesterday.)

nigh WOrShlped. She ndd nOl nn1SneQ the course. She needed at least one more year, said tie teachers, but it couldn't be- Tremaine had listened to the tempter, invested his scant savings in a Colorado mine that for one year gave dividends galore, and then-gave out. There could be no separate es- tablishment maintained on the pay of a captain of infantry, who was keeping up heavy life insurance. Florence and her mother were recalled to the Rif1ers, and, to still further promote the econ omy demanded by their misfortune, Capt. Tremaine begged to be allowed to go to the cantonment on the Cata mount, relieving with his company a like force that had been there in exile over year. People at regimentai head quarters thought it absolutely heart less in him to take Mrs. Tremaine and dear Florence to such desert, so near the Navajos to the north. and so ex posed to danger from predatory bands of Apaches from across the Arizona line. But neither Mrs. Tremaine nor Florence shared their views. Floy was to have her books. her birds. her horse; her mother could direct her reading. and. as for companionship. there was Mrs. Lre, tne wife of their first lieutenant; she was barely 25. and a charming young matron; and Jimmy Crofton, their junior sub, was engaged and would soon bring his bride out to join. She didn't doubt that they would have a perfectly lovely time. hunting. fishing.
 
 ing races down the Catamount. Flor ence's face would glow with enthus;- asm; it would become transfigured. radiant-yes. almost pretty. said some of the ladies-so proud did she seem to feel at sharing her fathers lot. So. though few agreed that Florence was a beauty, all decreed that she was a trump. fond and dutiful daughter. a :, sweet, sunny-natured child. who would make lovely woman and wife one of these days. "Only," said Mrs. Hayne. with a world of tenderness in her tone -sonly hope it may be the right man. Girls with those big brown eyes love so deeply"
 The cantonment turned out to be something of an Eden as an army post Four companies had once been sta toned there, so there was lots of room, but after the last lot of Apache ma rauders had been translated to the shores of the Atlantic, matters aborig- inal quieted down in Arizona and west ern New Mexico. The cavalry were needed elsewhere, and could not easily be supplied at so isoia ted q post; so the two troops were marched back to the valley of the Bravo, and thc-, soon after iremaine movcd thit1er, it was decided to recall one of the two infantry com manGs maintained there; that sent Capt. Thompson back to headquarters, and left only the Trenaines, the Lees and Dr. Wells, for Jimmy Crofton's fiancee's father had got him away on detached service; and this was the commissioned society left at Catamount when Ranty Merriam. borne in q litter, delirious and wearing the willow for Fanny McLane, was brought in to be nursed and coddled back to health again, and Tremaine made ready for him a big, airy room under his own roof.
 Not for six weeks was Randy able to ride again, and states have been lost ! end won in less. There is little need of dwelling on the progressive stages of the unpremeditated siege. Billy Whit At taker got. there comparatively early in the game, when ec2s7aleseence had just begun to be assured-when Florence, shy and soft of voice, was just begin hing She daily readings aloud to her pa- -ient-readings which, as such, began loon to shorten, though reader and au- dIence remained long and longer in each others presence. By and by the book was but superf1uity. It lay un- opened in her lap, as she sat, with downcast eyes and flushing cheeks, be- side the hammock wherein her hero pa tient lay, and the anxious mother noted how, little by little, the girls soft, sil- very tones would become hushed-how his voice, deep and strong again, yet tender and subdued, would take up the thread of some old, old story; and one day in alarm she fled to her husband s study, for Florence was weeping in her room.
 Do not interfere by look or word, 5 said that wise man. He will be well enough to rejoin his fellows in the field next week, and they'll soon get over it. If they don't-they can get married That will put an end to it.'
 But think persisted his better half, tits Florence I'm troubled about. It's she who may not soon get over it. Hers is deep"
 But here the captain arose and amazed his wife by taking her in his arms and speaking with a choking sob in his voice:
 Don't talk of it, Dot!" he said. I'm the one to blame. I never thought of Brownie as anything but child until three days ago. I've been praying you wouldn't see it-that there'd be nothing more to see. but.' and here the gray stubble about the captains mouth be- gan to tyvitch and work convulsively