The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1901-03-30

lay DlceuluS dI HIS pOSu.t nope Vi
every kind was well-nigh dead. The
silence without was only portent of
the storm so soon to burst. Pappoose,
grasping her brothers rifle, crouched
facing the narrow entrance to the
cellar. Jessie chung to the baby, for
Mrs. Hal, only dimly conscious, was
by her husbands side, while
Tizctte in silence was kneeling, watch
ing them with strange glitter in her
eyes. Suddenly she started, and with
hand to ear listened intently. Then
she sprang to an air port and
crouched there, quivering. Then again
the ground began to tremble under
the distant thunder of pony feet,
louder and louder every second. Again
but with it no exultant yell, only cries
of warning, and as this sound swept
over and beyond their walls, there fol-
lowed another. the distant, deep
throated trooper cheer, the crack of
earbine, the rising thunder of the cav
airy gallop, and then the voice of Ned
Lannion rang jubilantly over the dull
clamor.
up! Up, everybody! Thank God.
it's Dean and the boys!"
Long years after, in the camps and
stockades and the growing towns of
the far west that almost marvellous
Sescuc was the theme of many an
,our's talk. The number of men who
took part in it, the number of hardy
fellows who personally guided the
troops or else stood shoulder to shout.
der with Ned Lannion at the last tri.
umphant moment, increased SO rapid.
iy with the growing moons that in
time the only wonder was that any.
thing was left of the Sioux. Official
records, however, limited the number
of officers and men engaged to Sc
lect few, consisting entirely of Lieut..
Loring, United States engineers;
Lieut.. LOOMS, til infantry; few
men from scattered troops, "pickups"
at Frayne and Emory, with Lieut..
Marshall Dean and so rank and file
of company &C."
Loring, it will be remembered, had
taken small detachment from En-
Dry and gone into the hills in search of
Burleigh. Loomis, fretting at the fort,
was later electrified by most grudg.
ingly given order to march to the Lar.
annie and render such aid as might be
required By the engineer officer of the
department. Dean, with only IS men
all told, had dashed from Frayne
straight for the ranch. and, marching
all night, had come in sight of the
valley just as it was lighted afar to
the westward by the glare of the burn
ing buildings. 1--WE thought it was all
over" said he, as he lay there weak
and languid few days later, for the
wound reopened in the rush of the
fight. ''but we rode on to the Laramie,
and there, God be thanked! fell in with
LOOMS here and &C. troop, heading for
the fire. No words can tell you our joy
when we found the ranch still stand
ing and some 40 Sioux getting ready
for the final dash. That running fight,
past the old home and down the valley
where we stirred up Loring's be.
siegers and sent them whirling, too
why, I'd give a fortune, if l had it, to
live it over again!"
But Loring, after all, had the most
thrilling story to teli-of how he
wormed clew to Burleigh's hiding
place out of captured outlaw and
beat up the party in a nook of the
hills, nabbed the major asleep, but was
warned that all the Birdsall "outtit'
would rally to the rescue, and so sent
a courier to Emory for "C'' troop, and
making wide detour to avoid the
gang. ran Sap into the Sioux in the ac
of firing Folsom's ranch. Then he hat
to take to the rocks in the fight tina
followed, and had n desperate siege O
few hours, even Burleigh having tt
handle gun and fight for his life. {"
spotted him for coward that day WI
stumbled on Red Clouds band up b.
the Big Horn. You remember it, Dean
1 thought him villain when learne,
how he was trying to undermine you
Time proved him thief and scoun
drel, but, peace to his ashes, he die
like gentleman, after all, with tw
Indian bullets through him, and jus
make full confession, and it was al
pretty much as l suspected. The not
Dean picked up at Reno, that SO STAN
pcded him, told how blackmailin
. scoundrel was on his way to Emory t
expose him unless headed off by ful
! Their huge payments. 1t was the fello,
? who called himself Newhall."
1.-The fellow who gave the tip to Birc
sails people?" said old Folsom at thi
e iuncture, raising bandaged head frol
his daughters lap. "Who was h
! really?"
;. "Burleigh knew all the time, and
/ suspected the moment I heard Mis-
j. Folsom's description, and was certai
! the instant l laid eyes on him. He we
J. rascally captain cashiered at Yum
/ the year before, and was judge adv
: cate of the court"
h "And Mrs. Fletcher?' asked Pal
e poose, extending one hand to Jes
}. while the other smoothed the gra
l. curls of her fathers forehead.
: "Mrs. Fletcher was his deserted wifi
one of those women who have know
:. better days"
\ The ranch is still there, or was
o years ago, but even then the Sioux wei
q said to raise more hair in the neigl
,. borhood than Folsom did cattle. III
= old trader had been gathered to h
- fathers, and Mrs. Hal to hers, for 81
:, broke down utterly after the events