The Weiser signal. [volume] (Weiser, Idaho) 1890-1904, 1899-03-02

! streaming over the Guadalupe and
! gliding the westward Mescalero, and
then far out among the buttes, one
two-three. at regular intervals. the
ringing, echoing signals of the cavalry
carbine; and rough-garbed troopers
sprang to their feet and shouted loud
and clapped ball cartridge into the
brown bellies Of their guns, and fred
unlicensed salvos into the air, and
danced and swung their hats, and drew
I coarse flannel shirt-sieeves across their
blinking eyes-all at Sergt. Hogan's
jubilant cry: my God, boys, they've
found her!"
Found her they had, indeed, curled
up like child, wrapped in her own pet
Navajo blanket, sleeping the sleep of
utter exhaustion, and waking only to
burst into tears of relief and JOY at
sight of Grafton's radiant yet haggard
face; then reused to instant action by
the tidings he bore and gently, but re-
proachfully, told her that, though
sorely wounded and well-nigh ex-
hausted, it was Randy who guided the
rescuers to her, and who now lay pros
trate and unconscious barely mile
away. Then she could hardly wait for
them to saddle Mignon-could hardly
urge her laboring favorite fast enough
to match her mad Impotence. 1t was
sight to move n heart of flint to see
her, as with streaming eyes and convul-
sive sobs she threw herself from her
saddle, and. reckless of them all, knelt
and gathered Randy's unconscious head
to her bosom, cooing over him, crying
over him, praying over him, begging
for one woid of love and pardon, then
sbowcring tears and kisses on his pal
lid lips. There was no crime of which
the poor child did not accuse herself.
for on their hurried way Grafton grave
" ted her of Randy's utter innocence
and of his own culpability. Not until
the radiant sun was nearly an hour
high did their patient seem to respond
to stimulant or caress; but at last to
her wild joy, he opened his eyes little
moment, looked up in her face. whis-
Percd: FLORENCE = sweetheart" and
then seemed to drop away into resist
less slumber.
"a pretty time we had" said Gould,
getting that pair of spoons back to
Joses!' 1t was an all-day's job, be-
tween waiting for the ambulance and
then finding an eusy road fer it. But
there at Jose's were the spoons" con-
demned to stay four days ard nights,
at least. while the rest of Sedgwick's
scouting parties drifted back to the
post. and there presumably Florence
made her peace with her lover lord,
and wept gallons of salt tears as she
told him how wicked -wiclSed-wicked
she had been, and how penitcnt she was
and how severely punished. though
never so severely as she deserved. She
would listen to no condoninc words of
Mrs. Iayne. She flung herself into her
rather's arms when, vhitc-faced and
ten years aged, he reached her at the
ranch, and told him what n ficnd she
had been and what an angel Randy-a
statement the captain could not entire
~ indcrsc, for he went back TO the can
comment at the end Of The week conf
dent still that there must have been
something in RaSdy's conduct to under
mine the faith Of such an unusual girl
as his Brownie. Eut he did not say So
It would have done no good.
And her story was very simple. Near
ing the ranch early in the first after