Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1913-07-24
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want OF h1mg To explain the past?
To justify herself? He knew enough
already. and desired to know no more.
Could she hope-natural coquette that
she waste regain her hold upon
him? The man smiled grimly, conf
dent OF his own strength. Yet why
should she care for such a conquest.
the winning Of common soldier?
Ihere must be some better reason,
some more subtle purpose Could 1t
be that she feared him, that she was
AFRAID that he might speak to her in
jury? This was by far the most like
ly supposition. Molly McDonald--the
woman was aware of their acquaint-
ance. and was already alarmed at its
possible result.
Hamlin stood up resolved. He
would meet the woman, not from any
desire OF his own, but to learn her
purpose, and protect the girl The
meeting could not injure him, not
even bring a swifter beating of the
heart, but might give him opportunity
to serve the other. And lie Fevre--
surely she could tell him something
of lie Fevre.
Leave was easily obtained, and the
Sergeant, rejoicing in a freshly issued
uniform, dressed with all the care pos.
sible, his interest reviving at this new
point OF view. 1t was not far down
the bluff road to the squalid little vii
lage which had naturally developed In
close proximity to the fort-near
enough for protection, yet far
enough removed to be lawless--a
rough frontier outpost town, of shacks
and tents, most of these dispensing
vile liquors. Among these, more en-
terprising spirits--hopeful OF future
development--had erected larger
buildings, usually barn-like, with false
fronts facing the single main street.
filled with miscellaneous stocks of
goods or used for purposes not SO le-
climate. One Of these housed the
Poodle Dog" saloon, with gambling
rooms above, while few doors below
was great dance hall, easily convert.
ed into theater il occasion arose-a
grotesque. one-storied monstrosity. Be-
against the Unrestricted wooden no.
tel, which boasted Of a wide porch on
two sides. and was a picture Of ugli-
ness.
BY daylight all was squalor and dirt,
dingy tents tapping in the ceaseless
wind, implanted shacks, wooden
houses with boards warping under the
hot sun, the single street deep in yel-
low dust. the surrounding prairie lit.
tered with tin cans, and all mannef of
chris. . But with the coming OF nikht
much of this "roHgAnesS dsparted. Sol
diers from the garrison on pass, idle
plainsmen, bull-whackers. adventures
Of all kinds stranded here because OF
Indian activity, stray cowboys from
the nearby valleys. thronged the nu.
merous dives, seeking excitement.
Women, gaudy of dress, shrill of voice,
fitted from door to door through the
jostling crowds. Lamps blazed over
the motley assembly, loud-voiced bark
ers yelled, and a band added its dis
cords to the din. The Poodle Dog"
glared In light, resounded with noise:
lamps cleaned from the hotel win
dows, and the huge dance hall stood
wide open. Out from the shacks and
tents crept the days sleepers for a
night of revelry; along the trails rode
others eager for excitement; 1t was
the harvest-time of those birds OF prey
in saloon and gambling hell.
Hamlin saw all this, but gave the
surroundings little thought. He was
of the West, of the frontier, and be-
held nothing unique in the scene
Moreover, the purpose for which he
was there overshadowed all else, left
him indifferent to the noise, the jost-
ling, drunken crowd. Some he met
who knew him and called his name,
but he passed them in a word, aad
pressed his way forward. At the ho-
tel he mounted the steps and entered
The office was in one corner of the
bar-room. The proprietor himself, a
bald-headed Irishman, sat with feet
cooked up on the counter, smoking,
and barely glancing up as the Ser
geant asked for Mrs. Dupont.
who are yer? he asked.
my name is Hamlin; am here on
the lady's invitation"
Sure; thet's Their name all right.
me bhoy. Yer ter go out on the east
porch there, an wait bit whole |
sind her word yer here. Orm imag-
inin' she he'd sum doubts about yer
comm, the way she spoke"
How do ! get taere?"
Through the winder of the parlur
over thar-sure. it's noice quiet spot
fer a tate-a-tate." He got up. and
peered through his glasses across the
room. Here. Moike; damn tibet slapy
head. Will one o. yer gents wake the
lad-that's It. Now come here, Moike
You run over to the Palace an tell
Mrs. Dupont the Teller is here waitin'.
Hold on now. not SO fast; wait till
oi'm done tellin' yer. Say tibet to her
alone-do yer moind tibet, ye sap-head;
nobody else is to hear whut yer say;
stay there till yer git chance ter
whisper it to her. Now skip"
Hamlin hesitated. watching the boy
disappear.
AT the Palace--the dance hall
across the street," he asked incredu-
lousy.
Sure" indifferently, relighting his
pipe. Officers ball; couldn't break in
with a can-opener unless you had a In
vite. Guards at both ends, sergeant
taking tickets, an Third Regiment
Band maxim music. He'll of a swell af-
fair; got guests from Leayenworth.
Wallace, and all around. Every room
I got is full an runin' over-say. there
are fellars over thar in them fool swal-
ler-tail coats; damned II there amt.
II the b'ys ever git eight OF 'em on the
street there1l be a hot time. Say,
aim that the limit? Injuns out thar
thick as heas on a dog. an than
swells dancin' here In swaller-tails
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