Waterbury Democrat., 1900-10-27

three troopers lmping along afoot, their horses killed in the running light and one of these, grateful for long pull at Folsom's flask, turned back and showed them the body of the fallen brave. One look was enough for Hal and the comrade with him. Don't let my wife know-who it was" he had muttered to his friend. Ut would only make her more nervous" There lay Chaska, Lizetts's eldest brother, and well Hal Folsom knew that death would never 60 upavengsa.
 If ever time comes when l can do you Q good turn, lieutenant" said he that afternoon nS, worn-out with long hours of pursuit and scout, the troop was encountered slowly marching back to the Laramie, "I'll do it if it costs me the whole ranch" But Dean smiled and said they wouldn't have missed that chance even for the ranch. What n blessed piece Of luck it was that the commanding officer at Frayne had btd- lcn him take that route instead of the direct road to Gate City! He had sent men riding in to both posts on the Platte, with pencilcd lines telling of tke Indian raitB and itz results. Once
 
 band had easily escaped their pursuers, and were now safe across the river and well ahead of all possibility of success ful pursuit. But if anything were needed to prove the real temper of the Sioux the authorities had it. Now was the time to grapple that Ogallalla tribe and bring it to terms before it could be reenforced by half the young men fin the villages of the northern plains. The Platte, Of course, would be pa- trolled by strong force of cavalry for some weeks to come, and no new foray need be dreaded yet awhile. Red Clouds people would Hay low'' and watch the effect of this exploit before attempting another. If the White Father 'got mad' and ordered "heap soldiers" there to punish them, then they must disavow all participation in the affair, even though one of their best young braves was prominent in the outrage, and had paid for the lux ury with his life-even though Burning Star was trying to hide the fresh scar of 6 rife bullet along his upper arm. Together De;Ah and Folsom rode back to the ranch, and another night was spent there before the troop was suffi- ciently rested to push on to Emory.
 "Remember this, lieutenant" said Folsom again, as he pressed his hand at parting, there's nothing too good for you and e troop at my home. If ever you need friend you'll find one here."
 And the time was coming when Mar shall Dean would need all that he could muster.
 Two days lat1r-still march away from Emory-;l courier overlook him with a letter i! Il his late post com- mander: "Your rigorous pursuit al.I prompt, soldierly action have added to the fine record already made and merit hearty communication" The cordial words brought sunshine to his heart. How proud Jess would be, and mother! He had net had word from either for over a week. The latter, though far from strong, was content at home in the loving care of his sister, and in the hope that he would soon obtain the leave of absence so long anticipated, and, after Jess's brief visit to Pap poose's new home, would come to gladden. the eyes of lith and kin, but mothers most of all, bringing Jessie with him. Little hope of leave of ab- sence was there now, and less was he the man to ask it with such troubles looming up all along the line of from tier posts to the north. But at least there would be the joy of seeing Jess in few days and showing her his troop her and Pappoose. How wonderfully that little schoolgirl must have grown and dkveloped! How beautiful girl eho 1>a hot nh was no hatterer! By the way, where was that photo? What had he done with it? For the first time in four days he remembered his picking it up when Mrs. Hal Folsom collapsed at sight of Jake's swooning. Down in the depths of the side pocket of his heavy blue flannel hunting shirt he found it, crumpled Q bit, and all it's lower left hand corner bent and olackened and crushed. Chaska's last shot that tore its way so close below the young sol GEer's bounding heart, just nipping and soaring the skin, had left its worst mark on that dainty carte de visite. In that same pocket, too, was another packet-a letter which had been picked up on the floor of the hut at Reno after Burleigh left-one for which the major had searched in vain, for it was under meath lot of newspapers. You take that after him." said the cantonment commander, as Dean followed with the troop next day, and little dreamed what it contained.
 That very day, in the heavy, old fashioned sleeping cars of the Union Pacific, two young girls were seated in their section on the northward side. One, dark-eyed, radiant beauty, gazed out over the desolate slopes and far reaching stretches of prairie and dis tant lines of bald bluff, with delight in her dancing eyes. The other, win some maid of 1o, looked on with mild wondermcnt, not unmiXed with disap- pointment she would gladly have hid den. To Elinor the scenes of her child hood were dear and welcome; to Jessie there was too much that was somber, too little that was inviting. But pres ently, as the long train rolled slowly to the platform of a rude wooden sta tion building, there came sight at which the eyes of both girls danced in