The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-03-17

long morning OF diminishing with not
little loss to officers, men and mounts
the major ordered the recall and assem-
bly, sounded and proper disposition mad
for the care of the wounded, NOTHING
whatever had been seen of the fanl
movement of the village
An hour later, just about o'clock
when the warriors themselves seemed
to have drawn away from his widely
dispersed skirmishers now formed in
big circle about the pack train anG
wounded. the veteran soldier sent an
officer and dozen men to see what
could be seen from the summit of q
butte barely mile distant, and almost
instantly these began signaling, and
presently trooper came tearing back
at gallop. 1.-THE cavalry from White
River, sir, the lieutenant says. You can
see 'em plain not more than six or eight
miles off to the north.''
Damn the cavalry from White Riv.
err" said Stannard explosively. "Where
are the Indians?'
"None in sight, sir, anywhere
"Well, then, they've got to their
holes in the sand hills, and we'll have
hell to pay roofing 'em out" was the
old dragoon's disguised outbreak.
And Stannard was a true prophet.
The news that reached Russell by tele.
graph that fine April evening was that
Colonel Anterior himself had hastened
from the railway northward to the
field, that Barry was ordered to close in
on Stannard, that the Indians had got
into the strongest of their strongholds
and that war to the knife was the
least that could be expected. Still,
with Anterior in general command
with two strong battalions such as were
led by Barry and Stannard, with the
strong force from White River, all in
the field in front of him, perhaps old
Yellow Wolf might think it best to sur
render, sure as he was of kind treat
ment, and this was the fattering unc-
tion laid to the souls of most Of the
wives and mothers at Russell that anx-
ious evening when the list Of casualties
came in by wire, and this was what
their infantry friends preached and
prophesied and what they all tried to
believe-all but poor Maynard, who felt
sure there would be sharp fight all be-
cause he wasn't there to win his spurs.
From more causes than one he was pro.
foundly unhappy, feverish and intracta.
BILE, and the doctor had to chide him
earnestly when he called later to see
him.
'This won't do, Sir" was the medi.
co.'s rebuke. "By good rights you ought
now to be nearly we'll enough to mount
and ride, but you've been chatting, fret.
ting and retarding your recovery. I'm
not SO deficient in the matter Of patients
as not to be able to spare few. and you
ought to be helping, not hampering me.
suppose you know Miss Baird is quite !!
ILL.,"
Miss Baird?" stammered Maynard,
his face filling instantly with anxiety,
his fine young eyes clouding. Not a
word had Grace said to him upon the
subject.
Eyes. You knew she went to town
today?"
"I-heard her say that she would
CO." faltered the lieutenant.
WELL" continued the doctor, "God
only knows what that poor child has
been going through, but she's all I'M
strung, all broken up and although she
has youth and strength and elasticity
in her favor and will probably recover
in short time she is utterly Frustrated
tonight. Now, if you were only able to
be about
app interrupted Maynard. "What
then? You know we'll enough that am
fit for many kinds of work even now."
mot for trailing the gang of sharps
that we've searched in vain for today"
said the doctor. Even the police could
not locate them. Yet some one of their
number has some hold Oh that poor girl
the big, burly tough they call Boston,
fancy, and after getting every cent of
Ter earnings he gets into knife scrape
asst night, has been stabbed sends for
Ter and asks her to raise $25 more for
lin and then sends her lettering home
more dead than alive. l suppose the
money is needed to buy him out of some
rouble and start him away from here,
mt that's only my theory. She will not
ell anything about him, which con-
RMS my belief that he's a Jail bird.
Tow. what can girl like her be doing
With man like that?'
Maynard WINGED as though the doctor
ad used an actual instead of verbal
robe.
"You never heard her speak Of any
uch?" asked his visitor, eying him
"No," was the short answer, and
iaynard' s face looked white and drawn. r
10 arose from his easy chair and limped !
} the window and gazed miserably out !
pom the starlit heavens and the flicker i
lg lamps across the dim parade. He t
'ished the doctor in Jericho, and that |
ractitioner was not slow to see it. q
"Well, I'll leave you, youngster" \
lid he patronizingly. "What you've Il
Of to do to pull out Of this is to quit U
ct and worry if you want to get after i
le field column. So long" And then Il
Q went trotting down the stairs where
NO1SCD uSSu uCAlu HOillo
tile time in conversation. Mrs. Stan.
ard was away with Mrs Barry. 1t 81
ust then be Grace Maynard and her fl
Nv inseparable friend, Mrs. Turner. q
he latter bounced upon the doctor with
'oing inquiry for poor Miss Baird"
I'd was briefly told that the trouble
emed to be nervous prostration more q
an anything else. "What your broth
needs is freedom from worry" he
gan at once. "He is fretting himself
to another fever" and the doctor to
rned abruptly to Miss Maynard-he fu
uldn't bear Mrs. Turner. Now I'm hi
ing to send over sedative that he is ca
take, for he's very nervous and fret a,
| tonight
With that and blandly unconscious Of -
9 fact that much of the nervousness i
Is due to his own ministrations the To
tie man departed.
'"Then I'll go, too" said Mrs. Turner
her drawl of sisterly sympathy. II
ow you must be longing to be with IT
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