Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1911-10-18
CHAPTER XIV.
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Again Christie MacIaire.

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Keith possessed sufficient means for
several months of idleness. and even
II he had not, his reputation as a
plains scout would insure him employ
ment at any of the more important
scattered army posts. Reliable men
for such service were in demand. The
festlessness of the various Indian
tribes. made specially manifest by
raids on the more advanced settle
ments. and extending over constant
ly. widening territory. required contin-
Aous interchange Of communication
between commanders OF detachments.
Bold and reckless spirits had hocked
to the frontier In those days follow.
Ding the Civil War. yet all were not Of
the type to encourage confidence in
military authorities. Keith had al
ready frequently served in this ca
pacity, and abundantly proved his
worth under rigorous demands Of both
endurance and intelligence. and he
could feel assured Of permanent en-
4 ploYment whenever desired. Not q
few of the more prominent officers he
J had met personally during the late
war-including Sheridan. to v hom he
had once borne flag OF truce-yet
the spirit of the Confederacy still lin
xered in his heart: not in any feeling
OF either hatred or revenge. but in an
unwillingness to serve the blue uni
form, and memory of antagonism
which would not entirely disappear.
He had surrendered at Appomattox,
conquered. yet he could not quite adj
just himself to becoming companion
tn.arms with those againstswh hon he
had fought valiantly for four years.
Some of the wounds OF that conflict
still smarted. natural soldier. anx-
ious to help the harassed settlers.
eager enough to be actively employed.
he still held aloof from army. connec-
tions except AZ q volunteer in case Of
emergency.
Just now other considerations
caused him to desire freedom. He
had been accused OF murder. impris-
oned for It. and In order to escape.
had been compelled to steal horses.
the most heinous crime OF the from
tier Not only for his own protec-
zion and safety must the truth OF that
occurrence at the Cimmaron Crossing
be made clear. but he also had now a
personal AFFAIR with BLACK Bart" Haw-
icy TO be permanently settled. They
had already clashed twice. and Keith
{ intended they should meet again.
Memory of the girl was still in his
mind as he and Neb rode silently
forth on the black prairie. leading the
extra horse behind him. He endeav-
ored to drive the recollection from his
mind, so he might concentrate 1t upon
plans for the future. but somehow she
mysteriously wove her own PERSONAL
" into those plans. and he was ever
seeing the pleading in her eyes. and
listening to the soft Southern accent
of her voice. OF late years he had
been unaccustomed to association
with women OF high type. and there
was that touch OF the gentlewoman
about this girl which had awakened
deep interest. OF course he knew that
in her case 1t was merely an inheri.
4 lance Of her past, and could not truly
represent the present Christie Ma
claire Of the music halls. However
& fascinating she might be. she could
not be worthy any serious constdera-
[ tion. In spite of his rough life the
social spirit OF the old South was i'm.
planted in his blood, -and no woman of
that class could hold him captive. Yet.
some way, she refused to be banished
\ sor left behind. Even Neb must have
been obsessed by similar spirit. for
he suddenly observed:
.'Dat am sutt'nly mighty fine gal.
Massa Jack. | amt seen nothin to
compare wild her since quit OIL Vir-
iginia-'deed ! amt"
Keith glanced back ut his black
Z satellite. barely able to distinguish
the fellows dim outlines.
You think her lady. them" he
questioned. giving thoughtless utter
ance to his own imagination.
{" Deed does!" the thick voice
somewhat indignant. Il reck'n I
I knows de real quality when sees it.
Use ISOLATED wid quality white folks
befo'."
But, Neb. she's singer in dance
halls
II don't believe It. Massa Jack.
We'll. | wouldn't II could help it.
She don't seem like that kind. but
recognized her as soon as got her
face in the light. She was at the
sGaiety in independence. the last time
was there. Hawley knew her too,
and called her by name"
Neb rubbed his eyes, and slapped