Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-11-25

could have come to the house. I must after this We'll tell your sister about us now. Come on."
 She shrank back in sudden fright No, no. Don't you see? She'd think it was awful I didn't say something yesterday"
 Why didn't you, Marylyn?' She looked down. You don't know Dallas She don't like soldiers any more'n pa. She said so, and shed"-
 "Oh, I think she does" he argued. "Now, let's try her-let's make clean breast of it.
 Her hands came out in wild implor- ing You won't, you won't, you won't" she begged. Don't you under stand? My keeping still was just as if I'd killed pa. Oh, it was! So can't tell-now."
 "Marylyn"--
 Promise you won't; oh, promise you won't" And she went down, crum- bling into little, miserable heap.
 Quickly he lifted her. Well, we won't tell her, then: not if you don't want to, but we'll have to some day"
 Some -maybe-but not now"
 All right, then-not now.' He led her from garden to coulee and back again, trying to comfort her all the while as best he couId.
 You see, Marylyn," he said, "you're wrong about it's being your fault. It's mine. I promised Lounsbury I'd look after you folks
 She stopped short. Did you tell him about you and mel"
 No"
 "Ohr' She was relieved. You mustn't, either. Not him or any one"
 q don't see how I can ever look Lounsbury in the face again." he said | bitterly.
 Whereupon she straightway began to comfort him. At the shack Oliver and Dallas had | arrived at the question of future safe ty.
 q must insist" the captain was say ing upon your coming to live at the fort. l cannot spare a permanent guard for this side of the river-a scouting party up and down once a day is about the best I could do. We have our hands full already"
 Live at the fort Her lips tight ened a little. She got up to walk. She was thinking of the cold stares, the "Ahs," the "Ohs and the laughter of the post ladies in their bowling am bulance: the nudges and the grins of the passing musicians, and there's allus room at the fort when there's good lookin' gals in the fambly."
 She shook her head.
 You love your sister," he reminded. Think of her"
 q am thinking of her. I'd go to the fort if there was danger. But-an- swer me honest - outside of what's happened here, do you think there's really any danger?"
 Prom Indians, you mean? Well, I'll tell you-this was complete sur prise. shock to me. Because so far we haven't seen a sign of the hosties beyond that signal in the spring. North of here, at Lincoln. they've shown themselves. But they're largely con centrated in the northwest to meet the troops"
 "Then there's no danger from h. diansT
 "Still, there might be. and I want you to come. Frankly. I've omitted to tell you of one disquieting report that has reached us. After the recent bat tie on the Rosebud one of the war rlors of Crazy Horse was captured by General Crook. The prisoner said that within a days ride to the west of here onr-and your-aged friend"-
 She stopped him. lifting her hands to her face Not him" she whispered. mot him! Oh. he was 30 good to us, captain!''
 Oliver sighed. T fear it's so, yet it's only a report"
 Some time went by. Meanwhile she walked about the room fin silence. Her lips were trembling.
 "You'll COme?" he said.
 When you're sure'-she spoke with diliculty-"the Indians are going to make trouble will. But-but I think I'd rather stay. I made dad n promise once. I'd hate so break it-now."
 Your father didn't like us. I under stand, I'm sorry. And of course you feel that you should keep your prom ise to him. Well. can send a convoy with you to Bismarck"
 We haven't a cent You see, I'm counting a heap on my garden"
 ''Oh. we would get something togeth- CT for you'
 She fiinched. No. I wouldn't like that And dad'd hate it worse than if I broke the promise. Resides. I'm GO- Ing to pay back E tr,rop'
 'B troop: My troop? What do you owe F tr"opT'
 Why. E troops been sending us it's surplus rations"
 You sarc:-'
 Well. the sut,er said so.-
 "I think there's a mistake. B troop has had no surplus rations-
 Had no-- she l-r-an- amazed. Must have been the suffers own stuG.- But he wrote~- Fra1n Ietween the leaves of a book oa tbe mantpl she pro dUcs,I a folded pap~r- '-Or sozIp one elsc's. went an Oliver. Sic had beea about to ha1I him Blakeir-s letter Now. as # struck by an idss. she put it taek into The look W-ha- h.s rurrei her pvs-s Nvr-e sut-,-