Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1900-03-22

Prime and his daughter as to the cause
of the excitement and the running and
shouting he answered simply: "a pris-
oner escaped, think" and sent pass
ing corporal to inquire the result. The
man came back in a minute.
They got him easy, sir. He had no
show His hands were tied behind his
back and he couldn't climb" was the
brief report.
"They have not hurt him, / hope"
said Armstrong.
NO, sir. He hurt them-one of 'em,
at least, before he'd surrender when
they nabbed him in town. This time he
submitted all right-said he only ran in
for glass of beer, and was laughing
like when got there"
Very well. That'll do. Go on, driver.
We haven't minute to lose if we are to
see the review" he continued, as he
stepped lightly to his seat. 81 saw
nothing of this affair."" said Miss Prime.
'What was it all about?"
Nor could l see," added her father.
Il heard shouts and after we passed saw
the guard, but no fugitive"
1T is just as well-indeed, I'm glad
you didn't, uncle" answered Miss Law
renee, turning even as she spoke and
gazing wistfully back. HE looked so
young, and seemed SO desperate, and
had such al don't know-hunted look
on his face-poor fellow"
And then the carriage reached the en-
trance to the reservation and the SUBJ
ject, and the second object of Miss Law
rence's sympathies evoked that day,
were for the time forgotten. Possibly
Mrs. Garrison was partly responsible
for this, for hardly had they rounded
the bend in the road that brought them
in full view, from the left, or southern
flank, of the long line of masses in
which the brigade was formed, than
there came cantering up to them, all
gay good humor, all smiles and saucy
coquetry, their hostess of the evening at
the generals tent. She was mounted on
sorry-looking horse, but the habit
was triumph of art, and it well became
her petite, rounded figure.
No one who really analysed Mrs.
Frank Garrison's features could say
that she was q pretty woman. No one
who looked merely at the general effect
when she was out for conquest could
deny it. Col. Armstrong, placidly OBJ
servant as usual, was quick to note the
chances that shot between the cousins
on the rear seat as the little lady came
blithely alongside. He knew her, and
saw that they were beginning to be as
wise as he, for the smiles with which
they greeted her were but wintrv re-
Elections of those that beamed upon her
radiant face. Prime, paterfamilias,
bent cordially forward in welcome, but
her quick eyes had recognized the
fourth occupant by this time, and there
was a little less of assurance in her
manner from that instant.
How perfectly delicious." she cried.
Il feared from what you said yesterday
you weren't coming, and so never or
dered the carriage, but came out in sad
de can't stay on horseback with
such a wreck as this, but every decent
horse in the Presidio had to go out with
the generals and stats, you know, and
| had to take what | could get-both
horse and escort" she added, in conf
dental tone. "Oh!-May present Mr.
Ellis? He knows you all by name al
ready" (The youth in attendance and
a Mcclellan tree two sizes too big for
him. lifted his cap and strove to smile
he had ridden nothing harder than a
park back before that day.. Frank
says talk of nothing else. But where's
Mr. Gray? Surely thought he would
be with YOU" This for Armstrong;
benefit in case he were in the least in.
terested in either damsel.
Mr.. Gray was detained by some dur
ties in camp" explained Miss Prime
with Just trace of reserve that was lost
upon neither their new companion nor
the colonel 1t settled matter the
placid officer was revolving in his mind
Pardon us, Mrs. Garrison" he said
briefly. 1--WE must hurry. Go on
| driver"
"Oh, l can keep up" was the indomit-
able answer, even on this creature
| Ana Mrs. Garrison proved her words by
whipping her steed into lunging can
ter, and, sitting him admirably, rode
| CALAMITY alongside, and just where Mr.
Prime could not but see and admire
| since Col. Armstrong would not look
at all. lie had entered into an explana-
| ton Of the ceremony by that time well
under way, and Miss Iawrence's great
soft brown eyes were fixed upon him
attentiyely when, perhaps, She should
have been gazing at the maneuyers,
Like those latter, possibly, her thoughts
were changing direction.
Not ten minutes later occurred the
collision between the hack and the
| heels that resulted in the demolition of
one and Decentralization" of the rider
| of the victor. While the latter was led
away by the obedient Mr.. Ellis lest the
| sight Of him should bring on another
nervous attack, Mrs. Garrison was suf-
| fering herself to be comforted. Her
nerves were gone, but she had not lost
her head. Lots of Preside danes and
damsels were up on the heights that
day in such vehicles as the post afford
ed. None appeared in anything so
stylish and elegant as the carriage Of
the Prime party. She was a new and
comparative stranger there, and it
would vastly enhance her social
prestige, she argued, to be seen in such
swell" surroundings. With little
tact and management she might even
arrange matters SO that, willy nilly, her
friends would drive her thither instead
of taking Col. Armstrong back to
camp. That would be stroke worth
playing. She owed Stanley Armstrong
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