Waterbury Democrat., 1900-11-02

 calmly answered that she thought there was, and that the cause was Maj. Burleigh. 8
 ssBut, daughter dear;esaid he, that's | just one reason I wish to bring them together. Then Dean could see how pleasantly disposed the major is" and he was amazed when she replied:
 Maj. Burleigh may be pleasantly dis posed, but Mr. Dean is not by any means, nor would be were I in his place, papa" My child," said he, what do you know about it?'
 Everything that Jessie knows, be- sides what we heard on the train. Maj. Mir. Dean told her of several things Maj. Burleigh had said and done to his discredit, and no wonder he declines to dine with a man who has deliberately maligned him."
 1T wish I had thought of that" said Folsom, his knotty hands deep in the pockets of his loose-fitting trousers. "I saw Burleigh this morning on some business, and he seemed to want to help Dean along. What took him out to the fort, do you suppose"
 'I don't know" she answered, grave ly. He had Capt. Newhall with him in quest of somebody who wasn't there.'
 "Ah, yes, Griggs, the sutler. l heard of it, interpOsed Folsom, lingering his watch chain.
 "Very possibly. The captain was ugly and rude in manner and Maj. Burleigh very much embarrassed. In- deed, daddy dear, l should not be great ly surprised if others of your party failed to come."
 ''Burleigh, do you mean, or his queer guest?"
 But Pappoose did not reply. She seemed listening intently, and then with swift, sudden movement darted across to the heavy Navajo blanket portiere that hung at the doorway of a little room back of the library. Her voice was far from cordial as she asked:
 Were you looking for anyone, Mrs. Fletcher? I thought you were in your room"
 For Mir. Folsom, please, when he is at leisure" was the answer, in un- ruffled tones. '.I believe it easier to take active part in the preparations than to lie there thinking"
 At one the girls were to lunch at the fort, as has been said, and it was time for them to dress. There were other matters on which Elinor much wished to talk with her father and, with more reluctance than she had yet experienced, she left him to hear what Mrs. Fletcher might have to say. The conference was brief enough, whatever its nature. for presently his voice was heard at the foot of the stairs.
 I'm going over to the depot few minutes, Daught. l wish to see Bur- leigh. Don't wait for me. Start when ever you are ready. Where do the boys meet you?"
 Here, daddy, at half-past twelve."
 It was high noon now, and the ruddy- faced old fellow grew redder as the summer sun beat down on his gray head. but he strode sturdily down the broad avenue that led to the heart of the bustling new town, turned to the right at the first cross street beyond his own big block. and ten minutes brisk tramp brought him to the gate way of Burleigh's stockaded inclosure. Two or three employees lounging about the gate were gazing curiously within. Silently they let him pass them by, but a sound of angry voices rose upon the heated air. Just within the gate esood the orderly trumpeter holding two horses by the reins, one of them Marshall Deans, and, a sudden idea occurred to Folsom as he glanced at the open windows of the office build ing. There was no mistaking the speaker within. It was Burleigh
 ''Leave my office instantly, sir, or I'll prefer charges that will stick"
 Not till I've said what l came to say, Maj Burleigh. I've abundant evi- dence of what you've been saying at my expense. You asserted that lost my nerve the day we met Red Clouds band-you who never dared get out of the ambulance until the danger was over. It's common talk in the troop. At Frayne, at Reno, and here at Emory you have maligned me just as you did in the cars to my friend here, MT. Loomis, and in hearing of my sister. l will not accept your denial nor will I leave your office til you swallow your words"
 ''Then, by God, I'll have you thrown out, you young whipsnapper!"
 
 And then Folsom, with fear at his heart, ran around to the doorway to interpose. He came too late. There was a sound of a furious scuffie within, a rattling of chairs, a crunching of feet on sanded floor, and as he sprang up the steps he saw Dean easily squirm- ing out from the grasp of some mem Der of the clerical force, who, at his masters bidding, had thrown himself upon the young officer, who then deft- ly tripped his heels from under him and dropped him on the floor, while Loomis confronted the others who would have made some show of obeying orders. And then there was the whirr of whip lash, a crack and snap and swish, and red welt shot across Bur- leigh's livid face as he himself stag gered back to his desk. With raging tongue and frantic oath he leaped out again, a leveled pistol in his hand, but even before he could pull trigger, or