Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1901-01-16

nor INN, hearing for the moment no
music but that which trembled in the
tones of his deep voice, for Elinor was
strangely silent.
Marshall Dean" whispered Jessie
! that night, as she Rugged him be-
fore being lifted to her seat, "tell
me true, wasn't Pappoose's picture in
your heart pocket? Didn't that bull
let crease it?''
promise on your honor not to tell,
Jess" he whispered.
She nodded delightedly.
eyes, and what's more, it's there
nowi"
Early on the morrow came further
news. Troops from Steele and Bridger
were on the move, but no word came
for the cavalry at Emory, and Mar
shall Dean, hitherto most eager for
field service, learned with JOY he felt
| ashamed to own that he had still an
other day to spend in the society of
Jessie and her friend. But how much
of that elation Jessie could have
| claimed as due to her every sister
| whose brother is in love can better
tell than I. At eight they came driv-
ing out to hear the band at guard
mounting, though, to old Pecksniff's
pathetic sorrow, he could mount only
twelve men all told. That ceremony
over they watched with kindling eyes
the sharp drill of MarshalIs troop;
that soldierly young commander, one
may feel we'll assured showing his
men, his horses, and himself off to
the best of his ability, as who would
not have done under such scrutiny as
| that. LOOMS was with them, but Eli
nor drove, for her father had urgent
business, he said, and must remain at
his office. Maj. Burleigh, he added,
was to meet him, whereat the girls
were silent.
eff you could have heard the major
pleading with that cantankerous old
fool at the fort in MarshaL's behalf
you would get over your wrath at
Burleigh just as I did, said Folsom,
to BOTH apparently, and still neither
answered. Burleigh was evidently
persona non grata in the eyes of
both "He tells me Capt. Newhall is
still here, waiting for a train to be
made up to run back to Cheyenne. I'm
afraid I'll have to ask him to bring
the captain to dinner to-day. Do
you think Mr.. Dean will care to
Gomez" he asked.
81 think he would rather not leave
camp" said Jessie, slowly. "Orders
may come any minutes he says"
Eyes, suppose so,' answered Fol-
som, vaguely relieved. Something told
him that there was antagonism be-
tween the young fellow and Burleigh
that would be apt to involve Newhall,
too. ''I'll ask them both, if you don't
very much mind" he went on, whis-
pering to Elinor. "And will You tell
Mrs. Fletcher? How is she this morn
ing?"
"Just as usual papa. She says she
has rather violent headaches once in
awhile, and she thinks it prudent to
| keep her room to-day. But [ can at
tend to everything" Indeed, thought
the daughter, she wished she had it all
| to do.
And so Folsom had gone to meet
Burleigh, and the girls had planned,
at least Jessie had, that Marshall aft
er drill should ride beside them into
town and have a chat in the parlor
| while she wrote to mother in the Ii
brary. But thing happened that no
one could have foreseen. Just before
| drill was over and while they were
still watching it from their seats in
| the covered wagon, a buggy drove up
alongside and Maj. Burleigh jumped
out, gave the reins to his companion,
and babe him come to him as soon as
he had finished what he wished 10 do
at the suffers. The majors face was
perturbed, that Of his companion
| Newhall, and something was amiss.
The latter barely tipped his hat in
driving away, the former heaved
sigh of relief, then turned to greet
the girls.
Ten minutes passed in constraint
and awkwardness. Burleigh felt that
he was unwelcome, but his eyes were
fixed in fascination on Elinor Fol
som, and he could not go. Presently
drill was dismissed, and Dean, all
aglow, came galloping up, mis- orderly
trumpeter following. Not until he
had joyously greeted both the girls
did he see who was standing by the
forward wheel on the opposite side.
'Good morning, Mr.. Dean," said
Burleigh, affably. 81 never saw that
troop look SO WELL"
"Good morning, SIR" said Dean, cold
ly. Then turned to speak again to
Miss Folsom when the buggy came
whirring back.
HE isn't here, Burleigh,'' said the
occupant, petulantly. "He's in town,
and you've got to find him right off.
| Come on!''
Burleigh turned ivid. "Capt. New
hail." he said, you fail to notice [ am
| with friends.''
''They are friends who will be glad to
get rid of you, then,' replied the
stranger, thickly, and it was easy to
see that he had been drinking. All the
same Burleigh went.