Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-11-23

today? Probably not. A wave of lone- Illness and of undeserved injury swept her, yelling the tears to her eyes.
 She was halted close to the corn land when cheery singing reached her. Marylyn had left the shack and was going rlyerward, dawdling with stud led slowness.
 We saw the Indians coming. We heard them give yell.
 My feelings at that moment No mortal tongue could tell.
 We heard the bugle sounding,
 The captain gave command, | ''To arms, to arms, my comrades,
 And by your ponies stand!'
 We fought there full nine hours
 Before the strife was Der.
 Such sight of dead and wounded
 I ne'er had seen before
 Five hundred noble rangers
 As ever saw the west
 Were buried by their comrades.
 May peaceful be their rest!
 Dallas shivered. The song suggested cruel end for the gay troopers who had just gone forth. "Marylyn" she called.
 The younger paused to look back.
 Be careful, honey. Keep in sight"
 Marylyn nodded, threw a kiss and strolled on.
 All day Dallas tried to work away her troublesome thoughts. When she had known that an Indian was signal i ing from Medicine mountain she had felt no fear. Why was she growing fearful now? For 1t was fear, not any mere nervousness or sadness over the marching of the troops. It was even more There was haunting feeling that something was going to happen. There was a terrible certainty weigh ing upon her-a certainty of coming harm.
 Toward night she began to watch about her-southward to the shanty of the Norwegian; eastward to where the tent of the Sioux Falls man had | been; west, where the setting sun touched the sentinel guns on the bluffs; along the coulee, where the darkness always crept first.
 She found herself examining the tops of distant rises. Medicine mountain showed dark speck at. its summit had she ever noticed that before? Oth- CT peaks looked unfamiliar-were they the lookouts of savage spies? And north, far beyond the 'Rttle bend" was the smoke of a campfire. In fancy she saw the one who had lighted it. warrior with vindictive, painted face, who peered at the squat shack on the bend as he famed and smoth- cred the flame.
 Night was at hand. The blower were wailing. The sad voiced pewits called. One by one the frogs began lone some chant. A light had sprung up in the shack. She glanced that way. And the window eyes of the log house seemed to leer at her.
 A warm supper, Marylyn's bright face, her fathers placid retorts-all these did not suffice to drive away her forebodings. What was there in the coming night?
 All her instinct spoke for caution. The lantern was shaken out before the table was cleared. Her father and sister early sought their beds. She only lay down In her clothes. The hours passed in a strange suspense. She listened to her fathers deep breathing to the mules when they wandered Into their stalls, to the snap of Simon's long brush as he whipped at the mosquitoes. Her eyes kept searching the black corners of the room and the pale squares of the windows Her ears were alert for every sound.
 She fell to thinking of Squaw Char ley. He had not come for his supper or brought them the daily basket Was he growing indifferent--tO them7
 It was when she could no longer keep awake that her thoughts assum- cd even a terrible shape. She dreamed, and in her dream head came through the dirt floor close to her bed. It was covered by a war bonnet of feathers. Beside it, thrust up by lissome fingers fingers white and strangely familiar was a tomahawk. Soon she made out a fsce-Nat- thevs' She squIrmed. striving to sum- mon her father. A flame flickered up in the fireplace. The face, changed from white to red. and Charley danced before her. She squirmed again The face faded
 She found herself sitting bot up right. Her hands were clinched de- fensively. her teeth were shut 50 light that her jaws ached She was staring wide eyed at the door. The shack was no longer in dark ness. Morning was come. and its light made everything clear. She sprang up and lifted the latch. then fell back, her stiTened lips framing a ery. Before the shack- driven deep into the nearest bit Of unpacked ground was a sspling new cut and stripped clean Of the bark From It's top. flying pennozIiks in the wind. was a scarlet square And at one cUrner of this. dangling 10 and fro In ho-rfd su9ges- tfvez@ss. swung a shrfvsi@d patch that keld . Eock of hair