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

long, lovely summer evening with
him, while the band played melodious-
ly in the fort Enclosure. and the stars
twfnllled over the peaks of the
Rockies in the southern skies. Fol-
som spent the hours wiring to Omaha
and comforting with such officers as
he could reach. They thought the les
son given Red Cloud would end the
business. He knew it would only be-
gin it. Burleigh, saying that he must
give personal attention to the selec-
ton of the teams and wagons, spent
the early evening in his corral, but
sent word to Folsom that he hoped to
see him in the morning on business
of great Importance. He had other
hopes, too, one of them being that
now the order to send that big sum
in currency to the new stockade
would be revoked. He had lost no
time in suggesting to the chief quar-
termaster of the department the ex-
IRENE hazard. He quoted Folsom as
saying that before we could send 100
men to Warrior Gap Red Cloud could
call 5000, and the chief quartermas-
ter, being a man of method and a
stranger to the frontier said, as said
the bureau: "Who the devil is John
Folsom? Do as you are told" But
that answer only came the following
day. Meantime there was respite and
hope.
Long lived that beautiful evening i'll
the memory of four young hearts. A
sweet south wind had been gently
playing all day and left the night
warm and fragrant of the pines and
cedars in the mountain parks. All
Fort Emory seemed made up of wom-
en- and children now. for such few SOL
diers as were left, barring the bands
men, were packing or helping pack
and store about the barracks. From
soon after light until nearly ten the mu-
sicians occupied their sheltered wood
en- kiosk on the parade, and filled the
air with sweet strains of waltz or
song or stirring martial melody.
For an hour, with Elinor Folsom on
his arm, young Dean was strolling up
and down the moonlit walk, marvel
ing over the beauty of her dark, yet
winsome face, and LOOMS and JESSIE
stanch friends already, sauntered
after them. For time the merry
chat went on unbroken. They We're
talking of that neyer-to- be-forgotten
visit to the Point-Pappoose's first
and of the hop to which the tall ca
Diet captain took the timid school,
girl. and of her hop card and the
distinguished names it bore, as names
ran in the old days of the battalion;
of Roy, who danced so beautifully and
rode so well-he was with the -th
cavalry now somewhere along the
U. p, said Demand of Billings, the
cadet adjutant; he was with a light
battery in Louisiana. where this
Capt. Newhall is stationed" inter-
rupted Pappoose. with quick, upward
look. Il wonder if he knows him, Mr..
Dean"
"He doesn't like him, I'll venture to
say" said Dean, ''if Newhall doesn't
suit you and Jessie, and I'm sure l
shan't.' And then they went on to
talk of the lovely dance music they
had at the Point that summer, and
how bewitchingly Elsen used to play
that pretty OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
the very thing for a moonlit night.
One could almost see the Indian
fairies dancing about their tiny
fires.
1T was that galop-my first at
West Point-that 1 danced with Ca
Diet Capt. Dean" said Pappoose, look
ing blithely up into his steadfast
eyes. you've no idea what proud
girl was!" They were at the upper
end of the parade at the moment. The
kiosk was only so yards away, its
band lights sparkling under the can
opy, the moonlight glinting on the
smooth surface of the dancing floor
that an indulgent post commander
had had placed there. Half dozen
young garrison girls, arm in arm and
by twos. We're strolling about its
waSen face awaiting the next piece;
| and some of them had been Emporium
| ing the leader, for at the moment, soft
and ripping, sweet and thrilling
iuiStA oAiu cc"ilSuiiS, GIc SAS ulSIIC
opening strains of "Puckwudjies'
aoated out upon the night.
ooh. Jess! Listen!" cried Elinor. in
ecstasy and surprise, as she turned
back with quickly beating heart.
"No, no, indeed!' replied her sol
der escort, with a throb in his breast
that echoed and overmastered that in
her own. NO time to listen-come!
1t was your first galop at the Point
let it be our first in Wyoming" And
in moment more the tall, 1.-the, sup.
pie, slender forms were gliding about
the dancing floor in perfect time tc
the lovely music. but now her dark
| eyes could not meet the fire in the
blue. Following their lead, LOOMS
and Jessie joined the dance. Other
couples from along the row FASTENED
to the scene. In five minutes lively
hop was on at Emory, and wnen al
last, breathing a little hurriedly anc
with heightened color, Elinor Folsom
glanced up into his joyous and beam
ing face-"You had forgotten that
galop, Mr.. Dean" she archly said, but