The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1903-12-23
ADaughter
ofthe Sioux
By GEN. CHARLES KING.
Copyright. 1902. by The Hobart Company
CHAPTER XIV.

Woman's intuition often far out
strips the slower mental process of
the other sex. The mother who has
to see a beloved daughters silent
suffering, well-knowing another girl
to be, however indirectly, the cause
of it, sees all manner of other iniqui-
ties in that other girl. Kind, chart
table and gentle was Mrs. Dade,
wise mother, too, as well as most
loving, but she could look with
neither kindness nor charity on Miss
lowed no word of censure or criti-
cis1n to escape her when the women
were discussing that young lady; but
all the more vehement was her dis
trust, because thus pent up and re-
pressed. With the swiftness of femi
nine thought, for no man had yet
suspected, she fathomed the secret
of the traders sudden going; and,
carried away by the excitement of the
moment and the belief that none but
her husband could hear, she made
that startling announcement. And
ier Intuition was unerring. Nanette
Flower was indeed gone.
Yet for nearly an hour she stood
alone in her conviction. Her hus-
band quickly cautioned silence, and,
going forth, gave instructions to the
couriers that sent them speeding for
the Rawlins road. But at seven
o'clock, Mrs. Hay herself appeared
and asked to see the general, who
toll o+ no I,
customed bracer, tonic and stimulant
the only kind he was ever known to
use-a cold bath. So it was to Mrs.
Dade, in all apparent frankness and
sincerity, the traders wife began her
tale. Every one at Frayne well knew
that her anxiety as to the outcome
of the battle on the Elk had well-nigh
equaled that of the wives and sweet
hearts within the garrison. While her
niece, after the first days excite
ment, kept to her room, the aunt
went fitting from house to house,
full of sympathy and suggestion, but
obviously more deeply concerned than
they had ever seen her. Now, she
seemed worried beyond words at
thought of her husbands having to
so just at this time. 1t was mainly
on Nanette's account, she said. Only
last night, with the mail from Lara
mic, had come letter, posted in San
Francisco the week before, telling
Miss Flower that her dearest friend
and roommate for four years at
school, who had been on an extended
bridal tour, would pass through Raw
Inns, eastward bound, on Fridays
train, and begging Nanette to meet
her and go as far at least as Chey-
enne. Her husband, it seems, had
been hurriedly recalled to New York,
and there was no help for it. Nanette
had expected to join her, and go all
the way east in late October or early
November; had given her promise, in
fact, for she was vastly excited by
the news, and despite headache and
lassitude that had oppressed her for
two days past, she declared she must
60, and Uncle Will must take her.
So, With only small trunk, hastily
packed, of her belongings, and an
iron-bound chest of the traders, the
two had started before dawn in Uncle
Bills stout blackboard, behind his
famous four-mule team, with Pete to
drive, and two sturdy ranchmen as
outriders, hoping to reach the Medi-
cine Bow by late afternoon, and rest
at Brenner's ranch. Confidentially,
Mrs. Hay told Mrs. Dade that her
husband was glad of the excuse To
take the route up the Platte instead
OF the old, rough trail southeastward
over the mountains to Rock creek,
for he had a large sum in currency
TO get to the bank, and there were
y. @eradoes along the mountain
rlo well knew he would have
mel