Dakota farmers' leader. (Canton, S.D.) 1890-19??, 1913-08-29
MOLLY MCDONALD
a TALE or The OLD FRONTIER
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tnoSe others, suspecting that the Wom-
an within would insist on learning
whom Hamlin was attempting to con-
ceal. possibly ~overhearing enough of
their conversation to become fright
ened at the final outcome, Miss Nc
Donald. in sudden desperation, had
surmounted the rail, and dropped to
the ground. The rest would be easy
to hasten around the side of the house.
and slip In through the front door.
Assured hat this must be the full
explanation, the Sergeant's cheerful
ness returned. The company of Off
GERS and guests had already filed out
through the hall; he could hear voices
laughing and talking in the street, and
the band tuning up their instruments
across In the dance hall. He would go
over and make certain of her pres
ence, then his mind would be at ease.
He passed out through the desert
hallway, and glanced in at the din
ing-room, where a number of men were
gathering up the dishes. Beyond this
the barroom was crowded, a riffraff
lined up before the sloppy bar, among
these a number in uniform-unat-
tached officers who had loitered be-
hind to quench their thirst. Hamlin
drank little, tut fingered a momen
just inside the doorway, to observe
who was present Unconsciously he
was searching for Dupont, half in
clined to pick a quarrel deliberately
| with the fellow or with Connors, deter
mined If he found the little rat alone
to brighten whatever knowledge he
possessed out of him. But neither
worthy appeared. Having assured him
self of their absence, Hamlin turned
to depart, but found himself facing a
little man with long hair, roughly
dressed, who occupied the doorway.
The hooked nose, and bright eyes,
peering forth from a mass of un-
trimmed gray whiskers, were familiar
You keep the junk shop down by
the express office. don't your"
Yep" briskly, seeming business In
the question. I'm Kaplan; vot could
I do for you-hey?"
Answer a question if you will.
friend. Do you recall selling a haver-
sack to a traveller on the last stage out
for Santa Fe IN June?"
Vel, do no; vas he a big fellow?
Maybe do o vat vas killed-hey?"
Yes; his name was Moylan, post
sutler at Fort Marcy"
Maybe dot vos 1t. Why you want
to know-hey?"
NO harm to you, Kaplan," the Ser
geant explained. Only 1 picked it
up out there after Moylan was killed.
and discovered by some writing on the
flap that it originally belonged to a
friend of mine. l was curious to learn
how 1t got. into you hands,"
The trader shrugged his shoulders.
''vud it be worth a drink" he asked
cannily.
"Of course. Frank, give Kaplan
whatever he wants. Now, fire away"
VEL" and the fellow filed his glass
deliberately, 1T vas sold me six
months before by a fellow vat had a
black beard"
Dupont"
Dat vos de name ov de fellar, yes.
Now I know it. / saw him here again
Don You know him."
by sight only; he is not the orig
inal owner, nor the man I am trying to
trace. You know nothing Of where he
got the bag, / ~presume?"
l KNOW HOttluS more rs l tell you
%alreatty." rather di~sconsolately, as he
realized that one drink was all he was
going to receive.
Hamlin elbowed his way out to the
street. He had earned something, but
not much that was of any value. I'm
doubtedly the haversack had come in.
to Dupont's possession through his
wife, but this knowledge yielded no in
formation al to the present where
abouts of LIE Fevre. When the latter
had separated from the woman, the
old army bag was left behind, and,
needing money, Dupont had disposed
of it, along with other truck, seeming
ly Of little value.
The Sergeant reached this conclu-
sion quickly. and, satisfied that any
further investigation along this line
would be worthless. reverted to his
earlier quest-the safety of Miss Nc
Donald. Merely to satisfy himself OF
her presence. he crossed the street
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