Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1900-11-26

ant Red cloud ana iusoient, eWag.
gering Little Big Man, denied all
knowledge of the perpetrators. Spot
ted Tail, it was known, would severe
ly punish any of his people who trans
crossed, but he could do nothing with
the Ogallallas. Now they were not
200 miles away to the north, their
ranks swollen by accessions from all
the disaffected villages and turbulent
young braves Of the swarming bands
along the Missouri and Yellowstone,
and If their demands were resisted by
the government, or worse, If they
were permitted to have breech-loaders
or magazine rifles, then just coming
into use, no shadow of doubt remained
that val to the knife would follow.
Then how long would it be before they
came charging down across the Platte,
east or west Of Frayne, and raiding
those new ranches in the Laramie
valley?
Reassuring as he meant his words
to be, Marshall Dean himself looked
a~nxiously about at the unprotected
walls. Not even the customary "dug-
out" or underground refuge seemed to
have been prepared. Almost every
homestead, big or little, of those days,
had it's tunnel from the cellar to q
dugout neal at hand, stocked with
provisions and water and provided
with loopholes commanding the neigh
borhood, and herein the besieged
could take refuge and stand off the
Indians until help should come from
the nearest fort. "The name of Fol.
som is u safeguard" said Mrs. Hal,
in her happy honeymoon days, but
that was before the mother told her
of the threats of Burning Star or the
story of the Ogallalla girl he vainly
loved. "All that happened so long ago."
she murmured. when at last the tale
was told. But Hal should have known,
if she did not, that even when it
seems to sleep Indian vengeance is
but gaining force and fury.
Presently Mrs. Hal came tripping
forth again, a little carte de visite i in
her hand, a smile of no little signifi-
canoe on her lips. "Now, Mr.. Dean,
will you tell me what you think of that
for a pappoose?"
And with wonderment in his eyes
the young officer stod and held it and
gazed.
There stood Pappoose, to be sure,
but what a change! The little maiden
with the dark braids of hair hanging
far below her waist had developed into
a tall slender girl, with clear-cut oval
face, crowned by a mass of dark tress-
es. Her heavy, low-arching brows
spanned the thoughtful deep, dark
brown eyes that seemed to speak the
soul within and the beautiful face was
lighted up with a smile that showed
Just q peep Of faultless white teeth.
cleaning through the warm curves OF
her soft, sensitive lips. The form wal
exquisitely rounded, yet supple and
erect.
Hasn't Jessie written you of how
Nell has grown and improved?" said
Mrs. Hall with a woman's quick note
of the admiration and surprise in
Deans regard.
"She must have" was the answer,
"I'm sure she has, but perhaps ]
thought it schoolgirl rhapsody-per-
haps l had too many other things to
think Of"
"Perhaps you'll find it superseding
these too many other things, Mr.. Sol
dier Boy" was Mrs. Halls mental COM
ment. "Now, sir, if you've gazed
enough perhaps you'll tell me your
plans" and she stretched forth a re-
claiming hand.
But he hung on to the prize. LET me
keep it a minute" he pleaded. Its
the loveliest thing I've seen in months"
And, studying his absorbed face, she
yielded, her eyebrows arching, a pref
ty smile of feminine triumph abouther
lips, and neither noticed the non-com'
missioned officer hurrying within the
gate, nor that half the men in &c"
troop at their bivouac along the
stream were on their feet and gazing
to northeast, that far down the valley
a horseman was speeding like the
wind, that little puffs of smoke were
rising from the crests of the grand
landmark of the range and floating
into the blue of the heavens. Both
started to their feet at the abrupt an
nouncement.
lieutenant, there are smoke sig-
nails on Lar'mie Peak"