The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1903-10-21
| A Daughter
Of the Sioux
By GEN. CHARLES KING.
Copyright, 1902. by The Hobart Company.
CHAPTER v.-CoSr1NuEp.

eyes, SIR" answered the boy,
Strengthening up to attention. Tncn,
scrupulously exchanging salutes, the
old soldier and the young parted COM
pany, and the major returned to re-
ceive the reports of the old and new
officers of the day. These gentlemen
were still with him, Capt. Chew, of
the infantry, and the senior first
lieutenant for duty with the til,
when Hay came hurrying up the
board walk from the direction of the
store. For reasons of his own, Webb
had sent his orderly to the guard
house to say to the officers in qucs-
ton that he would await them at his
quarters instead of the little building
known as the adiutant's Office, in
which were the offices of the COM
mander, the record room in which
were placed the desks of the SER
geant major and his three clerks, and
the sleeping rooms of the special
duty soldiers. 1t had happened more
than once in the past that garrison
stories of matters not supposed to
be known outside the Office had been
traced back to that desk room, and
now Webb's questions of his old of
ticer of the day, and his instructions
to the new, were not things he cared
to have bruited about the post. He
was listening intently to the captains
report of the sentries' observations
during the night gone by when Hay
reached the gate and stopped, not
Wishing to intrude at such moment.
Come in, Mr.. Hay" said the COM
mander, cordially. This all will in
terest YOU" and, thus hidden, the
trader joined the soldiers three on
the veranda, and some of the young
people of the garrison, setting up
their croquet arches on the parade,
looked curiously toward the group,
and wondered what should keep the
old officer of the day SO long. Saun-
tering down the walk. smiling radi-
antly upon the occupants of the vari-
Gus verandas that she passed, then
beaming between times into the face
of her smitten escort, her black eyes
and white teeth flashing in the rare
sunshine, Nanette Flower was gradu-
ally nearing the majors quarters.
She was barely 20 yards away when,
in obedience to some word of the
major, Mr.. Hay held forth two white
packages that, even at that distance,
could be recognized, so far as the
outer covering was concerned, as Of
fetal envelopes. She was too far
away, perhaps, to hear what was said.
1T seems" began Webb, to his Of
ficers, as he mechanically opened the
first packet, chat Field took fire at
Wilkins growls about the bother of
keeping his funds, so the youngster
slowed his money with Hay. He in
sisted on turning over everything
before he left, SO | receipted to him.
Let's sce," he continued, CHANGING at
the memorandum in his hand. "Three
hundred and sevcnty-two dollars and
eighty-tive cents post fund, and four
hundred belonging to enlisted men.
/ may as well count it in your pres
ence."
By this time the long, lean fingers
had ripped open the package marked
four hundred, and were extracting
the contents--a sheet of official paper
with figures and memoranda, and
then fiat package, apparently, of
currency. Topmost was So treasury
note; bottommost, another of the
same denomination. Between them,
deftly cut, trimmed and sized, were
blank slips of paper to the number of
perhaps 80, and the value of not one
cent. With paling faces, the officers
watched the trembling fingers slash
open the second, its flap, as was that
of the first envelope, securely
gummed-not sealed. A nickel or two
and few dimes slid out before the
packet came. 1t was of like con-
sistency with first, and of about the
same valNe. Webb lifted up his eyes
and looked straight into the amazed
almost livid face of the trader.
my God! Major Webb" cried Hay,
aghast and bewildered. Don't look
1T me like that! No man on earth
mas ever accused me of crime. This
means that hot only my stable but
my safe 4ias been robbed-and there
is a traitor within my gates"
d.. Tracy, absorbed in contemplR-