The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1904-02-17
ADaughter
Of the Sioux
By GEN. CHARLES KING.
Copyright, 1902, by The Hobart Company
CHAPTER xXIII.-coSr1NuED.

And there, in the hallway, throwing
off his heavy overcoat and "arctics,"
there, with that ever faithful aide in
attendance, was the chief they loved;
dropped in, all unsuspecting, just to
say goodbye. 81 knocked twice."
began Hogan, but Ray brushed him
aside, for, catching sight of the cap
tain's face, the general was already
at the door. Another moment and he
had discovered Field. and with both
hands extended, all kindness and
sympathy, he stepped at once across
the room to greet him.
Il was so very sorry to hear the
news" said he. 81 knew your father
well in the old days. How's your
wound? What brought you back so
soon?"
And then there was one instant of
awkward silence and then-Ray
spoke.
"rhat was my doing, general. be-
ieved it best that he should be here
to meet you and-every allegation at
his expense. Mr.. Field, 1 feel cure,
does not begin to know them yet, es-
pccldlly as TO Lne money!.
1t was all recovered" said the gen
cral. cit was found almost intact
SO was much of that that they took
from Hay. Even if it hadn't been, Hay
assumed all responsibility for the
loss.''
With new bewilderment in his face,
the young officer, still white and
trembling, was gazing, half stupifed,
from one, to the other.
''What money!" he demanded. 81
never heard
Wait" said the general. with sig
nificant glance at Ray, who was about
to speak. 81 am to see them-Mrs.
Hay and her niece, at nine o'clock.
1t is near that now. Webb cannot be
with us, but L shall want you, Blake.
Say nothing until then. Sit down, Mr..
Field, and tell me about that leg. Can
you walk from here to Hays, l won
der?"
Then the ladies, Mrs. Ray and her
charming next door neighbor, APP
peared, and the general adjourned
the conference forthwith, and went
with them to the parlor.
'Say nothing more" Ray found
time to whisper. "You'll understand
it all in 20 minutes"
And at nine o'clock the little party
was on it's way through the sharp and
wintry night, the general and Capt.
Blake, side by side, ahead, the aide
ing. DR.. Waller, who had been sent
for, met them near the office. The
sentries at the guard-house were be-
ing changed as the five tramped by
along the swapping and protesting
board walk, and a sturdy little chap,
in fur cap and gauntlets, and huge
buffalo overcoat, caught site of them
and, facing outward, slapped his car
bine down to the carry-the night
signal of soldier recognition of
superior rank as practiced at the
time
tables are turned with ven
geance," said the general, with his
quiet smile. CHATS little Kennedy,
isn't it? l seem to see him every
where when we're campaigning.
Moreau was going to eat his heart
out next time they met, 1 believe"
$50 he said" grinned Blake, ''be-
fore Winsor's bullet fetched him.
Pity it hadn't killed instead of
gripping him."
Hes bad lot" sighed the gen
eral. "The little mixture of white
blood in his veins has spoiled him
utterly Wing won't fly away from
Kennedy, l fancy"
mot if there's shot left in his
belt" said Blake. "And Ray is
officer-o ThereM be no
mapping on guard this night"
At the barred aperture that served
for window on the southwark front,
dark face peered forth in malig-
nant hate as the speakers strobe by.
But 1T e!!rank back, when the sentry
onrs mfro tossed his carbine to the