The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1904-01-20
little group Of eager listeners when

little group OF eager listeners when
Pink Marble, factotum of the traders
store. came hurrying forth from the
adjutant's office, speedily followed
by Maj. Flint. "You may tell Mrs.
Hay that while I cannot permit her
to visit the prisoner" he called aft
er the clerk, 81 will send the girl
oyer-under suitable guard"
To this Mr.. Marble merely
shrugged his shoulders and went on.
He fancied Flint no more than did
the relics of the original garrison,
A little later Flint personally gave
an order to the sergeant of the guard
and then came commotion.
First there were stifed sounds of
scuffle from the interior of the
guard-house; then shrill, wrathful
screams; then q woman's voice up
lifted in wild upbraidings in an UNI
krsswn tongue, at sound of which
Trooper Kennedy dropped his rein
and his jaw, stood staring one min
ute; then, with the exclamation:
Mother of God, but I know that
woman!" burst his way through the
crowd and ran toward the old log
blockhouse at the gate-the Temporal
ry post of the guard. Just as he
turned the corner of the building,
almost stumbling against the post
commander, there came bursting
forth from the dark interior young
woman Of the Sioux, daring. furious,
raging, and, breaking loose from the
grasp of the two luckless soldiers
who had her by the arms, away she
darted down the road, still scream
ing like some Infatuated child, and
rushed straight for the open gate
way of the Hays. OF course the guard
FASTENED in pursuit, the major shout
ing stop her! Catch her!" and the
men striving to appear to obey, yet
Sinking the feat of selling the flee
ing woman. Fancy, then, the amaze
of the swiftly following spectators
when the traders front door was
thrown wide open and Mrs. Hay her.
self sprang forth. Another instant
and the two women had met at the
gate. Another instant still, and,
with one motherly arm twining about
the quivering, painting, pleading girl
and straining her to the motherly
heart, Mrs. lays right hand and
arm flew up in the superb gesture
known the wide frontier over as the
Indian signal, "Halt!" And halt they
did, every mothers son save Ken
nedy, who sprang to the side Of the
girl and faced the men in blue. And
then another woman's voice, rich,
deep, ringing, powerful, fell Oh the
ears of the amazed, swift-gathering
throng, with the marvellous order:
"Stand where you are! You shtn't
touch a hair of her head! She's
chiefs daughter. She's my own kin,
and I'll answer for her to the general
himself. AS for you," she added
turning now and glazing straight
at the astounded Flint, oil the pent-
up sense of wrath, indignity, shame
and wrong overmastering any
thought of prudence or of "the di-
vinity that doth hedge" the com
handing officer, Gas for you," she
cried, II pity you when our own get
back again! God help you, Stanley
Flint, the moment my husband sets
eyes on you. D'you know the meg.
sage that came to him this day?"
And now the words rang louder and
clearer, as she addressed the throng
Il do, and so do officers and gentle
men who'd be shamed to have to
shake hands with such as he. He's
got nv husbands nofa about b;,,
now, and what my husband wrote
was this-I charge myself with every
dollar you charge to Field, and with
the further obligation of thrashina
you on sight'-and, mark you, he'll
do it'll"
ITO Re Continued1