The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1913-02-13

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Her Face Was in His Memory.
amt goin' to strike out fer the Cana
dian till after the storm quits. BY
tibet time yer ponies is rested up IN
better shape than theirs will be, and
we kin strike cross to the sou'West.
We're bound either to hit EN-, or ride
cross thar trail
But the woman" protested Ham,
lin, striding across the floor. What
may happen to her in the meanwhile?
She is an Eastern girl unaccus-
toned to this life-a-a lady"
Yer don't need worry none bout
thet. Ell she's the right kind she'll
stan more'n man when she has to-
| reckon it won't be none too pleasant
long with Gene an them Cheyenne
bucks. but if she's pulled through so
far, thar amt nuthin' special goin' ter
happen till they git to the lnJun
camp"
you mean her fate will be decided
in council?'
Sure; thet's Cheyenne law. LIE
Fevre knows it, an Of koleta would
knife him in minute il he got gay.
He's a devil all righL-thet OF buck
! but he's afraid OF Black Kettle, an
thar won't be no harm done to the
GAL
The Sergeant walked over to the
fire, and stared down into the red en-
bers, striving to control himself. He
! realized the truth OF all Hughes said.
and yet had to fight fercely his incli-
nation to hasten to her rescue. The
! very thought of her alone in those
ruthless hands was torture. There was
| no selfishness in the man't heart. no
| hope of winning this girl for himself,
| yet he knew now that he loved her;
: that for him she was the one woman
| IN all the world. Her face was in his
memory; the very soughing of the
wind seemed her voice calling him. But
the real man in him-the plainsman
| instinct-conquered the impetuosity
of the lover There must be no mis-
take made-no rash, hopeless effort.
Better delay, than ultimate failure.
and Hughes plan was the more practi.
cal way.
you're right. old man. Well wait.
he said sternly. Nov to get ready.
Have you a corral?"
The other made a gesture with his
hand.
Twenty rod blow. under the bluff"
We'll drive the horses down, feed
and water them. But first come with
me; there is halr-frozen man up yon.
der"
They plowed through the snow to-
gether, choking and coughing in the
thick swirl of fakes that beat
against their faces. The three horses,
powdered white, stood tails to the
storm, with head to the bluff, while
the drifts completely covered Carroll.
He was sleeping. warm in the blan'
kets, and the two men picked him up
and stumbled along with their burden
/, to the shelter of the cabin. Then
Hughes faced the blizzard again. lead.
ing the horses to the corral, while
Hamlin ministered to the semi-con
scious soldier, laying him out upon a
pile of soft skins, and vigorously rub
bling his limbs to restore circulation.
The man was stupid from exposure,
and In some pain, but exhibited no
dangerous symptoms. When wrapped
again in his blankets, he fell instantly
asleep. Hughes returned, mantled
with snow, and, as the door opened. the
howl of the storm swept by.
mo better outsider"
Lord, no! Worse, IL anything.
Wind more east, sweepin' the snow
up the valley. Well be plum shet up
in an hour, I reckon. Hoses all right,
though"
In the silence they could hear the
fierce beating against the door, the
shrieking Of the storm-fend encom.
passing them about.