Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1899-1903, 1900-09-25

in his Misunderstanding you to re-
slider your action, especially in view
of all e-e-ah-encomiums passed
upon his conduct in this recent raid on
the Laramie"
The colonel whirled around upon him
as he had on Folsom. Maj. Burleigh,"
he began, II call you to witness that
Here I am, sir, IS years in service,
full colonel, with war record with
the regulars that should command re-
spect, absolutely ignored by. these
mushroom generals at Omaha and else
where-stripped of my command and
kept in ignorance of the movements of
my subordinates. Why, SIR" he con-
tinued, lashing himself on, as he rose
from his chair, "here's my junior at
Frayne giving orders to my troop. sir;
presumes to send them scouting the
Laramie bottoms, when every man is
needed here, and then, when, as it hap
pens, my officer and his men get into
| a fight and drive the Indians, to whom
does he report, sir? Not to me, sir
not tohis legitimate commander. but he
sends couriers to Laramie and, to
Frayne, and ignores me entirely
A light dawned on Burleigh in an
instant. Well he knew that Deans rea-
sons for sending couriers to those
guard posts of the Platte were to warn
them that war party had crossed
into their territory, and was now in
| flight. There was nothing to be gained
by sending a man galloping back to
the line of the railway rs miles to the
rear-no earthly reason for his doing
SO. But the fact that he had sent run
ners to officers junior in rank to
Stevens, and had not sent one to him,
| fairly stuck in the crop" of the cap
tious old commander, and he had de-
termined to give the youngster les
son. But now the mail was in, and
dispatches from various quarters, and
a telegram from Omaha directing him
| to convey to Lieut.. Dean the thanks
and congratulations of the general
commanding the department, who had
| just received full particulars by wire
from Cheyenne, and Stevens was glad
|
equally glad of this chance to impress
Folsom with the sense of his influence,
as well as of his justice.
| II admit all you say, colonel. l have
long -ah-considered you most unfair
ly treated, but realsy-ah-in this case
of Lieut.. Deans, it is, as said before,
inexperience and-ah-the result Of
i o., - ,f
balance at a most exciting time. A
word of-ah-admonition, if you will
pardon my suggestion, is all he prob
ably needs, for he has really behaved
very well-ah--surprisingly well in
conducting his-ah-pursuit."
| And so was it settled that later the
colonel was to see Mr.. Dean and adj
monish accordingly, but that mean
time the adjutant should go and whis-
per in his ear that his arrest was end
ed, and al would be explained later
thereby releasing him before the girls
discovered the fact that he was con
fined to his tent.
But the adjutant came too late. The
fearful eyes of one, the flushed and
anxious faces of both damsels. and the
set look in the eyes of both the young
officers at Deans tent, as the adjutant
approached, told him the cat was out
of the bag. "The explanation cannot
be made too promptly for me, sir" said
Dean, as he received the colonel's mes
sage and permitted the adjutant to de-
| part without presenting him to the two
prettiest girls he had seen in year.
Now, LOOMS, just as quick as pos
sible l want you to go with me to that
man Burleigh. I'll cram his words
down his throat
Hush, Dean, of course, III saaa5 by
you! But both girls are looking. Wait
until Tomorrow
| How many project for the morrow
| is dwarfed or drowned by events I'M
looked for-unsuspected at the time!
| Not ten minutes later Folsom and
Burleigh came strolling together to
the little tent. Ashamed of his appar-
emily unjust accusation, Folsom had
begged the quartermasters pardon
and insisted on his coming with him
and seeing the young people before
driving back to town. The horses
were being groomed at the picket line.
The western sun was low. Long shad-
ows We're thrown out over the sward
and the air was full of life and exhila-
ration. The somber fears that had OPP
pressed the quartermaster an hour
earlier were retiring before hope
that then he dare not entertain.
"You-you stood by me like a
trump, Burleigh," old Folsom was say
ing, even after I'd abused you like a
thief. If can ever do you a good turn
1 don't fail to let me know"
And Burleigh was thinking then and
there how desperately in need OF a
good turn he stood that minute. What
if Folsom would back him? What if
But as they came in full view of the
picket line beyond the row of tents,
the majors eagerly searching gaze was
rewarded by sight that gave him a
sudden pause. Halted and examining
with almost professional interest the
good points of handsome little bay,
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