Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1899-1903, 1900-08-28

circles as his daughter had been at
first at school. until he found himself
welcomed with open arms to the Off
GERS messrooms at the Point. for John
Folsom was as noted frontiersman
as ever trod the plains. man old Off
GERS of the cavalry and infantry knew
and honored as ga square trader in
the Indian country-a man whom the
Indians themselves loved and trusted
far and wide, and when man has won
the trust and faith of an Indian let
MIN grapple it to his breast as a treas
ure worth the having, great even as
1.-THE heart love of child" Sioux,
Shoshone and Cheyenne, they would
turn to "Old John" in their councils,
their dealings, their treaties, their per-
plexities, for when he said thing was
right and square their doubts were
gone, and there at the Point the now
well-to-do old trader met men who had
known him in bygone days at Laramie
and Omaha, and there his pretty
schoolgirl daughter met her bosom
friends big brother Marshall, first
classman in all his glory, dancing with
damsels in society, while she was but
a maiden shy in short dresses. Oh, how
Jess had longed to be of that party to
the Point, but her home was in the far
west, her father long dead and buried,
her mother an invalid, and the child
was needed there. Earnestly had old
Folsom written, begging that she who
had been so kind to his little girl should
he allowed to visit the seashore and
the Point with him and "Pappoose," as
he laughingly referred to her, adopt
ing the school name given by the girls;
but they were proud people, were the
Deans, and poor and sensitive. They
thanked Mr.. Folsom warmly. "Jessie
was greatly needed at home Slis sum
mer" was the answer; but Folsom
somehow felt it was because they
dreaded to accept courtesies they could
not repay in kind.
CAS- if could ever repay Jess for all
the loving kindness to my little girl in
her loneliness, said he. No, there
wasnodelicious visiting with Pappoose
that summer, but with what eager in
terest had she not devoured the letters
telling of the wonderful sights the
little far westerner saw-the ocean, the
great Niagara, the beautiful Point in
the heart of the Highlands, but, above
all, that crowned monarch, that
plumed knight, that Incompatible big
brother, Cadet Capt. Marshall Dean.
Yes, he had come to call the very even
ing of their arrival. He had escort ed
them out, papa and Pappoose, to hear
the band playing on the plain. He
had made her take his arm, "a school
girl in short dresses" and promenaded
with her up and down the beautiful,
shaded walks, thronged with ladies,
officers and cadets, while some old
cronies took father away to the mess
for julep, and Mr.. Dean had intro
duced some young girls, professors
daughters, and they had come and
taken her driving and to tea, and she
had seen him every day, many times a
day, at guard mounting, drill, pontoon-
ing OF parade, or on the hotel piazzas,
but only to look at or speak to for a
minute, for of course she was ''only a
child" and there were dozens of So
ciety girls, young ladies, to whom he
had to be attentive, especially very
stylish Miss Brockway, from New
York, with whom he walked and danced
great deal, and whom the other girls
tried to tease about him. Pappoose
didn't write it in so many words. but
Jessie reading those letters between
the lines and every which way. could
easily divine that Pappoose didn't fancy