Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1899-1903, 1900-10-23

But Loring, after all, had the most
thrilling story to tell-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 Birdsal outfit
would rally to the rescue, and SO sent
a courier to Emory for &C. troop, and,
making a wide detour to avoid the
gang, ran slap into the Sioux in the act
of firing Folsoms ranch. Then he had
to take to the rocks in the fight that
followed, and had a desperate siege OF
few hours, even Burleigh having to
handle gun and fight for his life. II
spotted him for a coward that day we
stumbled on Red Clouds band up by
the Big Horn. You remember it, Dean.
/ thought him villain when learned
how he was trying to undermine you.
Time proved him a thief and scoun-
drel, but, peace to his ashes, he died
like a gentleman, after all, with two
Indian bullets through him, and Just
as the rescue came. He had time to
make a full confession, and il was all
pretty much as | suspected. The note
Dean picked up at Reno, that so stan-
peded him, told how Matchmaking
scoundrel was on his way to Emory to
expose him unless headed of by fur
Their huge payments. Ii was thefeliow
who called himself NewhaH.'
1.-THE fellow who gave the tip to Bird
sails people?" said old Folsom at this
juncture, raising u bandaged head from
his daughters lap. who was he,
really?"
'Burleigh knew all the time, and
suspected the moment l heard Miss
Folsom's description, and was certain
the instant laid eyes on him. lie was
rascally captain cashiered at Yuma
the year before, ard was judge advo-
cate of the court"
"And Mrs. Fletcher?" asked Pap
poose, extending one hand to Jess,
while the other smoothed the gray
curls of her fathers forehead.
MRS. Fletcher was his deserted wife,
one of those women who have known
better days"
The ranch is still there, or was 20
said to raise more hair in the neigh
borhood 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
'6s. 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 chronicler
ever saw it was in company with a stall
wart young captain of horse and his
dark-eyed, beautiful wife nine years
after the siege. Hal met us, a Shy, si-5
lent fellow, despite his inches. Among
other things" said he, Lieut.. and Mrs.
Locmis are coming next week. wish
you might all be here to meet them"
II know" said Mrs. Dean, 1--WE are to
meet at Cheyenne. But, Hal, 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
sprang from the ambulance, and pres
emily reappeared, leading by the hand
reluctant, yet not all unhappy, Lizettes
Some people said Hal Folsom had no
business to marry an Indian girl be,
fore his wife was dead three years, but
all who knew Lizette said he did per-
fectly right; at least Pappoose did, and
that settled it. AS for Loring-- But
that's-enough for one story.
THE END.