Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1899-1903, 1900-08-28

of sadness that ever hangs about it
and Daddy had actually smiled and ap-
proved her going to the midweek hop
on cadet captains broad chevroned
| arm, and she had worn her prettiest
white gown, and the girls had brought
her roses, and Mr.. Dean had called for
her before all the big girls, and she
had gone off with him, radiant, and he
had actually made out her card for
her, and taken three dances himself,
and had presented such pleasant fell
lows-first classmen and ''yearlings."
There was Mr.. Billings. the cadet adj
jutant, and Mr.. Ray, who was a cndet
sergeant "cut on furlough" and kept
back, but such beautiful dancer, and
there was the first captain. such a
witty, brilliant fellow, who only
danced square dances. and several ca
Diet corporals, all hop managers, in
their red sashes. Why, she was just the
proudest girl in the room! And when
the drum beat and the hop broke up
she couldn't believe she'd been there
an hour and three-quarters, and then
Mr.. Dean escorted her back to the
hotel, and Daddy had smiled and
looked on and told him he must come
into the cavalry when he graduated
netx June, and he'd show him the
Sioux country. and Pappoose would
teach him Indian dances. 1t was all
simply lovely. OF course she knew it
was all due to Jessie that her splendid
big brother should give up a whole
evening from his lady friends. Miss
Broekway spoke so patronizingly to
her in the hall when the girls were all
| talking together after the cadets had
scurried away to answer tattoo roll
call.) OF course she understood that
if it hadn't been for Jessie none of
slightest notice of her, mere chit,
with three years of school still ahead
of her. But all the same it was some
| thing to live over and over again. and
dream of over and over again, and the
seashore seemed very stupid after the
Point. Next year-neXt June-when
| Marshall graduated Jessie was to go
and see that wonderful spot, and go
she did with Pappoose, too, and though
it was all as beautiful as Pappoose
had described, and the scene and the
music and the parades and all were
| splendid, there was no deliriously
lovely hop, for in those days there
could be no dancing in the midst of
examinations. There was only the one
great ball given by the second to the
| graduating class, and Marshall had so
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and say good-by to he had only time for
few words with his sister and her
shy, silent little friend with the big
brown eyes to whom he had been so
| kind the previous summer, when there
were three hops a week and not so
many hoppers in long dresses. Still,
1 Marshall had one dance with each, and
introduced nice boys from the lower
| classes, and it was all very well, only
not what Pappoose had painted, and
| Jessie couldn't help thinking and say
ing it might all have been so much
sweeterif it hadn't been for that odious
Miss Brockway, about whom Marshall
lowered altogether too much, but, like
the little Indian the girls sometimes
said she was, Pappoose looked on and
said nothing.
All the same, Mr.. Dean had had a
glorious graduation summer of it,
though Jessie saw too little of him,
and Pappoose nothing at all after the
breaking of the class. In September
the girls returned to school, friends
as close as ever, even though a little
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broken condolences, and Marshall
! joined the cavalry, as old Folsom had
suggested, and took to the saddle, the
| prairie, the bivouac and buffalo hunt
as though native and to the manner
born. They were building the Union
Pacific then, and he and his troop,
with dozens of others scattered along
the line, were busy scouting the neigh
borhood, guarding the surveyors, the
engineers. and finally the rack-layers,
| for the jealous red men swarmed in
myriads all along the way, lacking
only unanimity, organization and lead
ership to enable them to defeat the
| enterprise. And then when the whist
ling engines passed the forks of the
Platte and began to climb up the long
slope of the Rockies to Cheyenne and
Sherman Pass, the trouble and disaf-
lection spread to tribes far more nu-
merous and powerful further to the
north and northwest; and there rose
above the hordes of warriors chief
whose name became the synonym for
| deep-rooted and determined hostility
to the whites-Machpealot (Red
Cloud)-and old John Folsom, he whom
the Indians loved and trusted, grew
anxious and troubled, and went from
post to post with words of warning on
his tongue.
Gentlemen" he said to the commits
sioners who came to treat with the
Sioux whose hunting grounds adioined
the line of the railway, SITS all very
well to have peace with these people
here. 1t is wise to cultivate the friend
ship of such chiefs as Spotted Tail and
Oldham Afraid of His Horses. but
there are irreconcilables beyond them,
far more numerous and powerful, who
are planning, preaching war this min