Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1905-01-12
he dun reds ana blues OF the Indians.
the simmer on gorgets and BUCKLES.

he dun reds and blues OF the Italians.
the simmer on gorrets and buckles.
the ripping fags-yet Il seemed as
new past that ! had seen q face up
there which I knew well. yet did not
know. Ike those familiar eyes b a
look AZ MS In dreams. Surely II was
not Silver Heels. But there was no
time for speculation now. Our brtgafe
band was marching past. with our head
groom playing a French horn very
badly and old Norman Mcleod a-ning
# wrong foot foremost.
"Hay foot! Straw foot" simpered a
cornet Of Dragons behind ne. and |
turned on Lin and gave him a look.
Did you say you were h~ungryr |
whispered. backing my horse gently
against the horse Of the insolent cor
net.
Hungry he stammered.
"You mentioned hay. sir" said
hercely.
He turned red as a pippin, but did
not reply.
There was a sham battle of the
troops too. 1t was a fine pageant and
| pleased all. and ] was sorry when the
last cartridge was spent and the bri-
gade band played God Save the
King"
We followed Sir William TO the pa
vilion. ~dismounting there to ascend the
stairs and pay our respects to the gov
ernor and to Lord Dunmore.
Come with me, Michael" said Sir
William, wiping his face with his
banker till IL glistened, and followed
the baronet into the Enclosure.
Lord Dunmore was tricked out like a
painted actor. neither old nor young.
but too white and pink and without
any red blood in him as far as could
see. He wore a wight was said he
possessed twenty and valued at 10000
and his fingers. which / could see
through the lace on his cuffs, were like
white birds claws loaded with jewels.
"Lud. Ludv' he said and fell a-sim-
pering. with hands raised In feigned
amazement at the magnifcence OF the
review. "Lud, Lud, Sir William! A
gallant fete! A brave defle. Militia.
not regulars, you sayf Sir william. a
most creditable entraining!'
MY ~aid-de-camp. Lord Dunmore."
said Sir William bluntly. Your lord
ship will remember Captain Cardigan.
who died before Quebec. His son, my
lord, and my dear kinsman. Michael
Cardigan, cornet In the Borderers."
Strike me!' simpered Lord Dun
more. Strike me now, Sir William.
He has his fathers eyes, Sir William
At this remarkable discovery ] bow
ed and said 1t was an honor to be con-
sidered like my father in any particu-
lar.
Burn me-" murmured his lordship
In an ecstasy at my natural response.
Burn me, Sir William. what a wit he
has, now" And he peeped at me.
usezing his eyes into two weak Sits.
dAd laid his snuffbox against his nose.
Apparently surfeited with admira-
tion, he invited Sir william to take
snuf with him: then, turning to Gov
ernor Tryon, who had Just come into
the stall. he fell to Sinking and ex-
claiming and vaporing about God
knows what until I, weary and cloyed.
glanced around me at the crowd on the
seats above US.
The governor passed by with his
clanking Dragons, among them the
yOcng jackanapes who had presumed
speer at u yeomanry. and we de-
a pair OF scornful glances at
each other which creased like broad
swords.
And now my Lord Dunmore's bou-
DOR on wheels drove up. and his pur-
ring lordship minced on In the midst
Of his fame colored v~irglnians.
One lady there was. In a mask and
silvery cloak. who looked at me SO
long through the eye holes that ] felt
my heart begin a-beating. and another,
too, In mask and rose mantle. who lift
Cd the linen a tribe. displaying q fresh.
sweet, smiling mouth. This u In
rose turned twice to look at me. and
1t amused me to feel my heart 60
a-bumping at my ribs so loud. for she
did truly resemble Marie Livingston.
Sir William and Colonel Claus had
Joined Lord Dunmore In his coach. Sir
John and Colonel Butler attached
themselves to our Governor Tryon. 1,
abandoned, rode back to the Hall with
a company Of virginians and dragons.
wondering IL ever I might acquire such
Workmanship as the southerners dis
played.
Coming to the Hall, I met Sir VIII
liam. whose smiling face grew hag-
gard at sight of me, and he drew me
apart. asking Of news from QuIder.
"He Ii not yet dead. SIR" | replied.
my heart aching for Sir William.
For a moment he stood staring at
the ground. then. bidding me report to