Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1900-11-24

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Was the cesAasueae ipossscotiham1m.
One otter anothere tffsn lfswrjSawift-
troops (companies) on duty at Emory
had been sent afeld until now only
one was left, and three days after Bur-
leigh started there came q dispatch
from department headquarters direct
ing the sending Of that n to Frayne
at once. Capt. Brooks troop, owing
to the continued illness of its COM
mander, would be temporarily with
drawn and sent back to Emory to re-
place it.
Marshall Dean did not know whether
to be glad or sorry. Soldier from top
to toe, he was keenly enjoying the
command of his troop. He gloried in
mountain scouting, and was in his ele-
ment when astride a spirited horse.
Then, too, the air was throbbing with
rumors of Indian d~epredations along
the northward trails, and everything
pointed to serious outbreak any mo-
>ment, and when it anne he longed to
be on hand to take his share and win
his name, for with such q troop his
chances were better for honors and
distinctions than those of any young
ster he knew. Therefore he longed to
keep aield. On the other hand, tho
visit paid by Jessie's school friend,
little "Pappoose" Folsom, vas to be
returned in kind. John Folsom had
begged and their mother had consent
ed that after a week at home Jess
should accompany her beloved friend
on a visit to her far western home.
They would be escorted as far as Oma-
ha, and there Folsom himself would
meet them. His handsome house vas
ready, and, so said friends who had
been invited to the housewarming,
particularly well stocked as to larder
and cellar. There was just n thing
on which Gate City gossips were en-
abled to dilate that was not entirely
satisfactory to Folsom's friends, land
that was the new presiding goddess
of the establishment.
"What on earth does John Folsom
want of a housekeeper?" asked the
helpmates of his friends at Fort EN-.
DRY, and in the busy, bustling town.
why don't he marry again?" queried
those who would gladly have seen some
unprovided sister, niece OF daughter
thus cozily disposed of. It was years
since Elinor's mothers death, and yet
John Folsom seemed to mour her a.
fondly as ever, and except in midwin-
ter, barely a month went by in which
he did not make his pilgrimage to her
never-neglected grave. Yet, despite
his vigorous years in saddle, sunshine
or storm, and his thorough love for
outdoor life, Folsom, now well ove 50,
could no longer so lightly bear the
hard life of the field. He was amazed
to see how his sleepless dash to head of
Red Cloud and his days and nights of
gallop back had told upon him. Wom-
en- at Fort Emory who looked with ap-
proving eyes on his rudy face and
trim, erect figure, all SO eloquent of
health, and who possibly contemplated,
too, his solid bank account, and that
fast-building house, the finest in Gate
City, had been telling him all winter
long he ought to have a companion
an elder guide for Miss Elinor on her
return; he ought to have some n to
preside at his table; and honest John
had promptly answered: why, Nell
will do all that" which necessitated
their limiting that although Miss Fol-
som would be a young lady in years,
she was only a child in experience, and
would be much the better for some n
who could take a mothers place. mo
one could do that" said John, with
sudden swimming of his eyes, and that
put a sudden stop to their Screenings,
for the time at least, but only for the
time. Taking counsel together, and
thinking how lovely it would be now If
Mr.. Folsom would only see how much
there was in this unmarried damsel, OF
that widowed dame, the coterie at En-
,ry again returned to the subject, I'M
til John, in his perplexity, got the idea
that propriety demanded that he
should have q housekeeper against his
daughters coming, and then he did 60
and do, in his masculine stupidity, just
exactly what they wouldn't have had
him do for worldk-invite a woman, Of
whom none Of their number had ever
heard, to come from Omaha and take
the domestic management of his hearth
and home. All he knew Of her was
what he heard there. She was the
widow of a volunteer officer who had
died of disease contracted during the
war. She was childless, almost desti-
tute, accomplished, and so devoted to
her church duties. She was interest
ing and refined and highly educated.
He heard the e%ulogiums pronounced
by the good priest and some of his
flock, and Mrs. Fletcher, a substantial
person of some 40 years at least, was
duly installed.
Fort Emory was filled with women
folk and consternation-most of the
men being afield. The seething quss-
ton of the hour was whether they
should call on her, whether she was to
be received at the fort, whether she
was to be acknowledged and recognized