Pittston Gazette

              Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. PITTSTON, LUZERNE OO., PA., FRIDAY. OCTOBER 10. 1£96. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. jfl.OO PES YEAR J IN ADVANCK the warpath, some of our beet sooute will be involved. That boy, Crow Knife, is worth his weight in gold, but his father and mother would follow Kill Eagla" But Ormsby pulled himself together, this time at least like a man, and braved her. and set bis teeth, yet felt his heart was hammering loud, and then dimmer and dimmer grew the first line as it led away, and atill the colonel's firm hand kept Roderick dancing impatiently at (lie slower gait, and then, just as it seemed as though the line would be swallowed up in snow and disappear from view, quick and sudden two muffled shots were heard from somewhere just, in front, the first syllable perhaps of some stentorian shout of warning, and then one magnificent burst of cheers and a rush of charging men and a crash and u crackle and sputter of shots, and then fierce rallying cries and piercing screams of women and of terrified little ones, and, like some huge human wave, the first line of the Twelfth rode on and over and through the startled camp bore like a whirlwind, yelling, down upon the pony herds beyond. military post ror years, nrst as a stocicade, then as a subdepot of supplies, garrisoned by four companies of infantry and four of cavalry, the former to hold the fort, the latter to scour the neighboring country. Then, as time wore 011 and other posts were built farther up in the Big Horn, Frayno's garrison dwindled, but there stood upon its commanding bluff the low rows of wooden barracks, the parallel rows of double sets of broad piazzaed quarters where dwelt the officers, the loag, low, log riveted walls of the corrals and cavalry stables on the flat below. Here, oddly enough, the Twelfth had spent a lively year or two before it went to Arizona. Here it learned the Sioux country and the Sioux so well that when, a few years back, the ghost dance craze swept over the plains and mountains like the plague, the old regiment was hurried from its sunshiny stations in the south and mustered once again, four troops at least, within the very walls that long before had echoed to its trumpets. Here we found them in the midst of the Christmas preparations that were turned so suddenly into summons to the field, and here again, three years later still, headquarters and six troops now, the proud old regiment is still at Frayne, and Fenton, "vice Farrar, killed in action with hostile Indians," holds the command.trat her husband was unworthy of her, had deserted her some years before, leaving her to struggle for herself. Dr. Morgan vouched for her integrity, and that was enough. cuiu gtneroua; nut, uuiucmiy, it never extended across the river. Squatters, smugglers and sharpers could not in-" trude upon its guarded limits along the southern shore, and the nearest groggery—that inevitable accompaniment of the westward march of civilization —waa a long two miles away down the right bank, but only a pistol shot across the stream. was sent to the Indian school at Carlisle. Returning hi the course of three years, he had been onlisted in what was left of the Indian troop of the Twelfth, and was one of the few of his tribe who really mad*. * success of soldiering. By the antumi i of this eventful year Crow Jimfas comrades were rapidly being discharged *nd returning to their blankets and lodge life at the reservation or hanging about the squalid cattle town acroM the river. Crow Knife, sticking to his cavalry duty and showing unlocked for devotion to his officers, waa regarded by the Twelfth as an exceptional case and was made much of accordingly."I assure you it is not so, Mrs. Farrar. From me at least the colonel has heard nothing new—nothing worse. I beg you to dismiss the thought." "Do you think—do you think that if they should revolt wo—our command— would have to be ordered out?" asked Ellin anxiously. By the time Ellis was to return to her mother's roof Helen Daunton was so thoroughly established there, so necessary to her mother, so devoted to her in every way, that for the first time in her life, even while glad to mark tho steps of improvement in the beloved invalid's health and appearance, Ellis Farrar felt the pangs of jealousy. But he did not say that he had come prepared to tell, aye, instructed to tell, of crowning disgrace—come with the written proposition of his employers to relinquish pursuit of Royle Farrar provided the father would make good the sum they had lost through the son's forgery. "It might be," he replied cautiously, "but I am ho]ting that no winter campaign is in store for us. Think of a march over such a waste as that," and he pointed to the snow clad scene before them. "We couldn't cross the Platte this side of Laramie either, even if the stream were fordable. The running ice would out the horses from under us." In his day Farrar had waged war against the rumsellers on the north shore and won, because then there were only soldiers and settlers and no lawyers —outside the guardhouse—within 90 miles of the post. But with the tide of civilization came more settlers, and a cattle town, and lawyers in abundanoe, and with their coming the question at issue became no longer that of abstract right or wrong, but how a jury would decide it, and a frontier jury alwayB decides in favor of the squatter and against the soldier. Fenton strove to take pattern after Farrar and very nearly succeeded in landing himself in jail, as the outraged vender went down to Laramie, hired lawyers there, swore out warrants of assault and appealed to his countrymen. The fact that no less than four of the Twelfth within six months had died with their boots on, victims of the ready kuives or revolvers of the squatters across the stream, had no bearing in the eyes of the law. Fenton had warned the divekeeper a dozen times to no purpose, but when finally Sergeant Hannifin was set upon and murdered there one fine April evening within easy rauge, and almost within hearing of bis comrades at Frayne, Fenton broke loose and said impetuous things, which reached the cars of his men, who went and did things equally impetuous, to the demolition of the "shack" and the destruction of its stock of spirits and gambling paraphernalia, and it was proved to the satisfaction of the jury that Fenton did not interpose to stop the row until it had burned itself and the "shack" inside out. The people rallied to the support of the saloon keeper—he, at least, was a man and a brother, a voter, and, when he couldn't lie out of it, a taxpayer. The officers at Frayne, on the other hand, in the opinion of the citizens of that section of Wyoming, were none of the four, and Bunko Jim's new resort across the Platte was a big improvement in point of size, though not in stock or sanctity, over its predecessor. Jim ran a ferryba&t for the benefit of customers from the fort. It was forbidden to land on the reservation, but did so, nevertheless, when the sentry on the bluff couldn't see, and sometimes, It must bo owned, when he could. w*Lr»f And this was Will's graduation Bummer, and they had a lovely time at the seashore. Kitty was there, and Kitty was an accepted fact—and more so— now. Will would be content nowhere without her and would have married her then and there but for his mother's gentle admonition and Kitty's positive refusal. She had been reared from girlhood by a doting aunt, had been petted and spoiled at home and at school and "God bless you, Mr. Ormsby, for the load you have lifted from my heart," she cried. "Ever since you came I have dreaded more and more each day that you were the bearer of evil tidings of him who has almost broken his father's heart and yet cannot, must not, shall not be beyond redemption if a mother's love and prayers are of any avail. Even Ellis has seemed to share my dread. I have read it in her manner, as perhaps yon have too. She did not mean to be unkind, inhospitable to our guest, but that sorrow has overshadowed us all. Even my bright, bravo Will, who is doing all a hoy can do to redeem the name at the Point—even Will, I say, is sometimes confronted by the record that his erring brother left" rOPTftllNt. lB9b. Br F. TINNVSON WHY. CHAPTER L was due entirely to spies and talebearers and showed neither contrition nor promise of amend. A year later came the last straw. Reported for a violation of regulations in having liquor in bis possession, Cadet Farrar wrote a lying explanation to the effect that it was placed in his room by parties unknown to him and for the purpose of bringing him into trouble, but he bad been seen "off limits" at a questionable resort in the neighboring village the previous night, had been drinking and card playing there, had lout money and refused to pay, had been seen returning by two lower classmen, to whom he offered liquor, then staggered to his quarters only an hour or so before reveille roll call. He was placed in close arrest, after being confronted with the array of evidence, and that night deserted and was seen no more. Again the colonel made his mournful pilgrimage to the Point. Cuid old comrades pityingly, sorrowfully told him the whole story. He went back to his regiment looking ten years older, took hi* wife and two younger children, Will and Ellis, to his heart, and from that day never spoke again his first born's name. It had been for years his custom to sign all official papers in full —Royle Farrar—but the very sound of the Christian name seemed from that time on to give him distress, and R. Farrar became his signature personal or official. Out across the parade, clear, yet soft, as though muffled by the snow, the cavalry trumpet began sounding orderly call. The snow was mantling the wild waste of barren prairie stretching toward the white peaks of the Big Horn, shrouding its desolation, hiding its accustomed ugliness and warning scout, soldier or cowboy to look well to his landmarks before venturing forth upon its trackless sea, for even the cattle trails were hidden and the stage road lost to view. Between its banks of glistening white the Platte rolled black and swollen, for a rare thir.g had hiippenod —one so rare that old trappers and traders said they never knew the like before since first they sighted "Lar'- mie" peak or forced the passes of the Medicine Bow—there had been three days of softly and not a whisper of a Wyoming gale. There had keen a thaw in the Laramie plains, preceded by a soft south wind in the park country of Colorado, and whole fleecy hillsides, said the natives, were "slumping off" in the upper waters of tho river. And that was how tho Platte came to be tossing high its wintry wavo under the old stockade at the ferry and ■weeping in power, instead of sleeping in peace, beneath its icy blanket, around the huge bluff where waved the colors of old Fort Frayne. think of that fellow, Crow?" asked Corporal Rorke one day as he watched the expression in the Indian s face. "Ye don't like him any more than I do. What's the reason?" "There is a saying among my people, was the answer in the slow, measured tones of one who thought in another tongue, '"Eyes that cannot meet eyes guide hands that strike fouL' Hethai-stabs-in-the-dark is the llama we give such as that man." "Rorke and his men will start as soon as they have had dinner, Mrs. Farrar," said Leale, "and I must see the colonel before they go. I will send for your letters." He took up the glasses again for one last survey, Ellis narrowly watching him, while her mother went on with her writing. For a moment the search seemed barren of remit, as before, but suddenly Leale started, stepped nearer the window and riveted his attention on one spot Ellis quickly noted it. And now comes the turn of the second line. Seeking shelter from the snowstorm, warriors, women and children were for the most part within the tepees as the line crashed in. Some few were with the miserable captives, but at the first sound of danger every warrior had seized his rifle ar.1 rushed foi the open air. Some few, throwing themselves upon their faces, fired wild shots at the foremost troopers as they came bounding through, but as a rule only a few opposed their passage, so sudden was the shock. "D'ye know him. Crow? Did ye never see him?" persisted Terry. "Ever since the day he came the captain has had his eye on him, and so have ye, and so have I I can't ask the captain, but I can ya Where have ye seen him before?" "You see some one?" she asked. The tears were starting from her eyes now, and in uncontrollable emotion she turned away. Then came a loud rap at the front door, juid a servant hastened to open it A loud, cheery Irish voice resounded through the hallway an instant later. "Corporal Rorke to report to the colonel for dispatches," and, glancing thither, Ormsby saw a stout trooper, with broad, jovial, ruddy face, his burly form clad in winter service dress. Mrs. Farrar, striving to hide and to check her tears, had turned into the dining room. Ormsby stepped to the north window and glanced out upon the little group upon the porch, Ellis half shiTeringly clinging to her father's arm, he intently eying Leale—Leale, with leve'ed glasses, steadily at raze at soma A good soldier is Fenton, a brave fellow, a triflo rough at times, like the simple plains bred dragoon he is, but a gentleman, with a gentle heart in his breast for all the stern exterior. Women said of him that all he needed to make him perfect was polish, and all he needed to give him polish was a wife, for at 64 the grizzled colonel was a bachelor. But Fenton had had his romance in early youth. Ho had loved with all his big heart, so said tradition, a New York belle and beauty whom he knew in his cadet days, and who, so rumor said, preferred another, whom she married before the war, and many a garrison belle had siuoe set her cap for Fenton and found him faithful to his early love. But, though the ladies often speculated as to the identity of the woman who had held the colonel's heart in bondage all these years and blocked the way for all successors, no one of their number had ever heard her name or ever knew the truth. One officer there was in the Twelfth who, like Fenton himself, was a confirmed bachelor and who was said to bo iDossoesed of the whole story, but tljere was no use asking Malcolm Leale to tell anybody's secrets, and when Fenton came to Frayne, promoted to the command so recently held by a man they all loved and honored, it was patent to everybody that he felt sorely, as though he were an usurper. Fenton was many long miles away with another battalion of the Twelfth the day of the tragio battle on the Mini Pusa, and it was long months thereafter before he appeared at regimental headquarters, and then he brought with him as his housekeeper bis maiden sister Lucretia, and in Lucretia Fenton—the dreamiest, dowdiest, kindliest, quaintest middle aged prattler that ever lived, moved and had her being in the army—the ladies of the Twelfth found so much to make merry over that they well nigh forgot and for gave the unflattering indifference to feminine fascinations of her brother, the oolonel. A brief nod was the only answer. Then, glass in hand, the captain suddenly turned to a side door, let himself out into another room and thence to the outer gallery surrounding the house. Here his view was unobstructed. Two gentlemen were coming up the pathway from the adjutant's office, and a soldier in immaculate uniform and side arms following a short distance behind indi- Then came tho realization that the herds were' being driven, and that not an instant must be lost in mounting such ponies as were still tethered about the villages, and darting away in a wide circle—away from the troops—yet concentrating again beyond them and regaining the lead. And so, where the first line met an apparently sleeping village, the second comes cheering, charging, firing, thundering through a swarming mob of yelling braves and screaming squaws. But Grow Knife shook his head. "I cannot remwwier his face. Tt is his back I seem ttD know. My people nay that way they »«e their enemies." And bo Rorke could find 110 satisfactory solution of the ever vexing question. Twice or thrice he accosted Graice and strove to draw him into talk, but the newcomer seemed to shut up like an oyster in the presence of the Irish corporal, a great contrast to the joviality be displayed when soliciting comrades to take a hand at cards. The recruits had hardly any money left Graice had won what little there was on the way to Frayne, and now he had wormed his way into the gambling set that is apt to be found in every fort—all comers who have money being welcome—and for a few weeks fortune seemed to smile upon the neophyte. He knew, he protested, very little of any game, but played for fellowship and fun. Then he kept sober when others drank, and so won, and then came accusations of foul play and a row, and the barracks game was broken up, only to be resumed at night in the resort across the Platte, and there whisky was plenty, and so were the players, and there Graice began to lapse into intemperate ways, and by the time the long, long nights of December came his reputation as a' 'tough'' was established throughout the garrison. All but three or four of the most dissolute members of the command had cut loose from him entirely, a matter he regretted only because pay day was at hand—the soldiers would then have money in plenty for a few short, feverish hours. The squatters and settlers had none until the soldiers' were "strapped" and so Graice and three or four Ishmaelites like unto himself were left to the concentration of brutality to be found in one another's society. j. Farrar, foremost in the charge, with the civilian guardsman close at his side, shouts warning to the women, even as he empties his pistol at the howling men. Close at his back come Amory and his sorrel troop, cheering like mad, battering over Indians too slow to jump aside and driving their hissing lead at every warrior in their path. And still the colonel (shouts, "This way!" and Ormsby, Amory and the adjutant ride at his heeld| and the sorrels especially follow his lead, and, dashing through a labyrinth of lodges, they rein up cheering about two grimy at which Bat is excitedly pointing and the ranchmen both aro shouting the names of loved relatives and listening eagerly for answer, and thrilling voices within are crying, "Herel Here!" and stalwart men, swinging from saddle, are rushing in, pistol in hand, and tearing aside the flimsy barriers that hide the rescued captives from the eyes of their deliverers, and the other troop, re-enforced again by strong squads from Leale's rallied line, are dashing to and fro The roadway winding from the riverside up to tho adjutant's office at the "Ilivvn save w* if it isn't really Maslher unbroken. The guard at the ferryhouse bad been withdrawn, and as for the veteran stockade, sole relic of the early days of the overland stage route, it southern end of the garrison was still Will!" The young man was heard of occasionally, however, borrowing money from officers and friends and relatives on his father's account. Then he went to sea, then returned to New York and wrote a long letter to his mother, telling how he monruod the old days and was going "to loud a new life, and she too gladly sent him all the money she had. Then there was another interval, and after a year he again appeared as a suppliant for aid. He had been desperately ill, he said, and kind but poor, bumble people had cared for him, and they ought to be rewarded. The mother would have sent again ber last cent to him direct, but Farrar interposed. His check went to a trusted friend, with instructions to investigate, and that friend was his old comrade, Major Fenton, and, as he expected, it proved only another lie. dim, black object far, far across the tnrbid Platte, far out to the eastward, across those snowcapped slopes. yet had not a little fund of shrewd good sense in her bewilderingly pretty head. She wouldn't wear an engagement ring, wouldn't consent to call it an engagement. She owned, under pressure, that she meant to marry Will some day, but not in any hurry, and therefore, but for one thing, the mother's gentle heart would have been conteiit "Can yon make out what's coming, Leale?" looked now in its silence and desola- tion, heavily capped as it was with its weight of snow, like some huge, flattened out charlotte do russe—at least that was what Ellis Farrar, daughter "I think so, coloueL " "What 1s it?" Leale slowly lowered the glass, and, never turning, answered in low but positive tone: of the jiost commander, likened it to And that one thing was that Will had applied for and would hear at no other regiment in all the army than that at the head of which his father had died, the Twelfth cavalry, and *io one could understand, and Mrs. Farrar couldn't explain, how it was, why it was that that of all others was the one she had vainly hoped he would not choose. He was wild with joy and enthusiasm when at last the order came, and, with beaming eyes and ringing voice, he read aloud: "'Twelfth regiment 01 cavalry, uaoet will ouncan Farrar, to be second lieutenant, vice Watson, promoted, Troop C.' Leale's troop, Queen Mother; blessed old Malcolm Leale. What more could I ask or you ask? What captain in all the line can match him? And Kitty's uncle in command of the regiment and post! Just think of it, madre, dear, and you'll all come out, and we'll have grand Christmas times at Frayne, and we'll hang father's picture over the mantel and father's sword. I'll wire Leale this very minute and write my respects to Fenton. What 's he like anyway, mother? I can't remember him at all, nor can Kitty." as she peered from the north window of their oozy quarters on the crest of the "Our marching orders—for the agency. Red Wolf escaped. Kill Eagle's whole village has jumped for the Bad Lands." bluff. "And to think of Christmas being almost here and not a chance of getting a wagon through from tho railway," she mnrmnrwl "and I so longed to make it bright and joyous for mother t It is always her saddest season. " "You sec tome one?' she uuked. cated that the one in uniform was the post commander, the elder one, a distinguished looking man at nearly 00, whose pointed mustache and imperial were well nigh us white as the new fallen snow about him, whose complexion, bronzed by years at exposure to prairie sun and wind, was ruddy brown, almost like Russian leather. The boat was used when the water was high, the fords when it was low, and the ice when it was frozen, and it was a curious thing in winter to see how quickly the new fallen snow would be seamed with paths leading by devious routes from the barracks to the shore and then across the icebound pools straight to Bunko Jim's. Bowing, as became the soldier of the republic, to the supremacy of the civil law, Fenton Bwallowed the lesson, though he didn't the whisky, but Jim had his full share of customers from the fort, and the greatest of these, it soon transpired, was the big recruit speedily known throughout the command as Tough Tom Graice. And that meant that the Twelfth must drop its Christmasing and fetch the wanderers home. These low toned words were addressed to Captain Leale of her father's regiment, a strong, soldierly looking man of nearly 40 years, who, with fleldglass in hand, had been studying the wintry CHAPTER IL "Hush! Silence there!" for dimly ■een through the drifts Colonel Farrar, with bis little party of attendants, came riding to the front of the line. Long, long afterward they remembered that dear cot, soldierly, high bred face, with its aquiline nose, keen, kindly, deep set eyes, the gray white mustache, ■now white now, as was his close cropped hair. Then there came an era of apparent prosperity, and now the poor mother in joy besongbt ber husband to recognize the son, for he reported himself in good employ with a fair salary and brilliant prospects. He even sent a draft to repay a small portion of what he termed his father's loan, bnt this was soon followed by a draft on his father for double the amount, and later another, and then letters of inquiry came from his employer, and then rueful complaint of how that trusting person had been swindled. In ber agony of grief and disappointment the mother's health was giving way, and Farrar concealed from her particulars even worse — that their wretched son had won the love of hie employer's daughter and that she had followed him from her father's house. There had been a wcret marriage. There was another Royle. This news had come to the colonel but a day or two before. It was this that had unsealed his lips and turned bim to Captain Leale for counsel and support landscape to the north and east. He turned as the young girl spoke, and, lowering his glasses, followed her eyes and looked anxiously across the bright army parlor to where tho firelight from the blazing logs upon the hearth fell full upon a matronly woman whose luxuriant hair was already turning gray, and whose sweet, patient face bore the unmistakable trace at deep sorrow. She was seated at a desk, an unfinished letter before her, and had paused in the midst of her writing and dropped off into tho dreamland of faraway scenes and memories. From a drawer in the desk she had taken what was evidently a portrait, a small photograph, and had been intently studying it while tho only other occupants of the room were busy at the window. Over Leale's face fell the same shadow of anxiety that was noted when he stood gazing in silence upon the sorrowing mother at the desk within. The colonel was talking in an earnest manner to the man at his side, a civilian, so far as his dress wonld indicate, yet a civilian with the erect carriage and brisk step of a soldier—a handsome fellow, too, of perhaps seven and twenty years. Leale turned from them with some impatience. "Men," said he in the firm tones they had known so long and well, "fully half the band are some miles away, but Kill Eagle, with over 100 warriors, is right here in our front; so, too, are his women and children; so, too, worse luck, are some of our own unhappy captives. You all know the first thing those Indians would doC#vere we to attack as usual, would murder those poor white women. This snowstorm is in our favor. We can creep right in upon them before we charge. The ponies are down in the valley, to the south. Let the first line dash straight through the village and stampede the herd, then rally and return. Let the second follow at 100 yards and surround the tepees at the eastward end. What white women are with them are there. The Indian men, as a rule, will make a dash in the direction of the ponies. Shoot them down wherever you can, but mark my words now, be careful of the women and children. I had intended summoning Kill Eagle to surrender, but we did not begin to know he had so many warriors close at hand and did not kpow about the captives. Bat has seen, and that is enough. There is no other way to settle it It's the one chance of rescuing those poor creatures. Now, keep together. Watcli your officers' commands and signals, and spare the squaws and papooses. Be ready in two minutes." Joining the regiment at the end of September, it was less than a month before he was as well though not as favorably known as the sergeant major. There is more than one way of being conspicuous in the military service, and Graice had chosen the worst Even the recruits who came with him from the depot, the last lot to bp shipped from that once crowded garner of "food for powder," could tell nothing of his antecedents, though they were full of grewsome details of his doings since enlistment He was an expert at cards and billiards, said they—for they had found it out to their sorrow—and a demon when aroused by drink. Twice in drunken rage he had assaulted comparatively inoffensive men, and only the prompt and forcible intervention of comrades had prevented murder on the spot while the traditional habit of the soldier of telling no tales had saved him from richly merited punishment Within the month of his arrival Graice had made giant strides to notoriety. He was a powerful fellow, with fine command of language and an education far superior to that of the general run of noncommissioned officers, and it was among the younger set of these he first achieved a certain standing. Professing to hold himself above the private soldier, proving himself an excellent rider and an expert in drill with carbine or saber, he nevertheless declared it was his first enlistment and gave it to be understood that a difficulty with the sheriff, who rought to arrest him. had been the means of bringing him to the temporary refuge of the ranks. NEW YORK'S POPULATION."^ More Inhabitant* to the Acre Than In! The municipal authorities of Paris harw Just completed the official enumeration of the population of the French capital, which they find to be 2,500,000. Such a computation is made every five years, and that of 1891 showed the population of Paris to be 8,447,967. The French system Df " '~ " ~ is characterized by When Fenton came, the Farrars, widowed mother aud devoted daughter, had been gone some weeks. The shock of her husband's death had well nigh shaken Mrs. Farrar's reason, and for months her condition was indeed deplorable. The next summer the Farrars spent at West Point. It was Will's first class camp, and Will was cadet captain of the color company, and a capital young officer despite a boyish face and manner, and then Jack Ormsby, who never before had "taken much stock in West Point"—the battalion looked so small beside the Seventh, and the band was snch a miserable little affair after Gappa and his superb array—Jack not only concluded that he must go up there every few days to pick up points on guard and sentry duty and things of that kind, but Jack decided that Kitty, his precious sister, might as well go, too, and spend a fortnight, and she did, under the wing of a matron from Gotham with daughters of her own, and Kitty Ormsby, only 16 and as full of vivao-. ity, graoe, sprigbtiiness ana winning ways as givl could be, pretty as a peach aud brimming over with fun, coquetry and sweetness combined, played havoc in the corps of cadets, and—could anything have been more fortunate?—the victim most helpless'y, hopelessly, utterly gone was Cadet Captain Will Farrar. To the consternation of the widowed mothersho saw her handsome soldier boy led day after day more deeply into the meshes—led like a slave or like the piggy in the nursery rhyme, with the ring in the end of his nose—by this bewitching, imperious, fascinating little creature, and there was absolutely no help for it Anywhere else almost she could have whisked her boy under her wing and borne him away beyond range, but not at West Point. She had to learn the lesson so many mothers learn with suafe bewilderment, often with such ill graoe, that the boy was no longer hers to do with as she would, but Uncle Sam's, and Uncle Sani unfeelingly said, "Stick to your camp duty with its drills and parades, roll calls, practical engineering, pontooning and spooning in stolen half hours, no matter what the consequence." "I'd bet a month's pay if I ever bet a cent in the world, "he muttered to himself, "that old Ft;nton's nephew had no thought whatever of hunting when he came here in midwinter. The question is, What else has brought him besides what I have already learned, and why does he haunt Farrar from morning till night?" But Mrs. Farrar could not telL It was years, too, since she had seen him, "but he was always a faithful friend of your father, Will, and he wrote me a beautiful, beautiful letter when we came away." . taking a census  method and precision, for it is not based m a haphazard report of the number of residents of the city at a stated time, but is reached in a very different and more satisfactory way. First of all, the enumeration of the Inhabitants at the last preoedlng census is taken, and to this is add- Bd the number of children born within the olty—the French birth statistics are inflexibly exact—anCr from it Is deducted the number of deaths, these being also an exact quantity, but no more so than is the oaae in New York, where no serious errors in the death rate are possible, thougf. the birth rate figures are sometimes misleading and Incomplete. In addition to these two items of information the local authorities of French cities and communes have an exact record of the newcomers from other places, whether transients or permanent residents, and of those who leave, and a census under these circumstances is not, therefore, an enumeration, but a compilation of figures previously obtained. "It is—yon know—Boyle's, my brother's picture," whispered Ellis. "I know it, though I haven't seen it in ever so long—five years, I think." At the window the fair, girlish face brightened an instant at sight of the coming soldier, then clouded as quickly an the civilian came in view. "Mr. Ormsby again!" murmured ElHs below her breath, and the bow of recognition which she gave him in answer to the quick uplifting of his sealskin cap lacked all of the warmth and interest that beamed in Ormsby's face at sight of her. Seeing Leale, the colonel pressed on to join him on the northwaad porch. Catching sight of Ellis, the civilian ff'l back, entered the Kateway and came briskly to the door. An instant later and his step was heard in the hallway. Ellis turned to the window in something not unlike aversion. The mother it was who rose eagerly to welcome the coming guest And so, late in September, the boy lieutenant left his mother's arms and, followed by her prayers and tears and blessings, was borne away westward to revisit scenes that were once familiar as the old barrack walls at West Point. Then it required long days of travel over rough mountain roads to reach the railway far south of the Medicine Bow. Now the swift express train landed him at the station of the frontier town that nau grown up on tne site or tne praine dog village he and his pony had often "stampeded" in the old days. Here at the station, come to meet the son of their old commander, ignoring the fact that the newcomer was but the plebe lieutenant of the Twelfth, were the ruddy faced old colonel and Will's own troop loader, Captain Le-ale, both heartily, onrdially bidding him welcome and commenting not a little on his stalwart build aud trying hard not to refer to the very downy mustache that adorned his boyish lip. And other and younger officers were there to welcome the lad to his new station, and huge was Will's comfort when he caught sight dt Sergeant Stein, the veteran standard bearer of the fegiment, and- that superbly punctilious old soldier straightened up like a Norway pine and saluted with rigid precision and hoped the lieutenant was well and his lady mother and Miss Farrar. "There's nothing," thought Will, "like tho discipline of the old regiment, after all," as the orderly came to ask for the checks for the lieutenant's baggage, and all went well until the luckless moment when the colonel and lieale, with some of the eld' era, turned uside to look at a batch of recruits sent by the same train, and Farrar, chatting with some of his fellow youngsters, was stowing his bags in the waiting ambulance, there in the driver Will recognised Saddler Donovan's freckle faced Mickey, with whom he had had many a hunt for rabbits in the old, old days, and then an unctuous, caressing Irish voice fairly blubbered out, "Hiven save us if it isn'vt really Masther Will!" and there, corporal's chevrons on his brawny arms, was old Terry Rorke, looking wild to embrace him. and even as Will, half ashamed of his own shyness, was shaking hands with this faithful old retainer of his father's household in years gone by, the squad of recruits came marching past. Again the captain bowed, inclining his head in the slow, grave way that was habitual with him "I know," he said briefly, and the gaze he fixed upon his colonel's wife was full of anxiety and sympathy. "I have often wished that your father's promotion had brought him to any other garrison in the army. You remember he was stationed here when lieutenant colonel, and it was from here that Royle went to West Point." through the village, firing at the Indians who are scurrying away. Just as Amory and the adjutant charge at a little knot of scowling redskins, whose rifles are blazing at them not a dozen yards distance, just as the good old oolonel, afoot now, is clasping the hand of some poor woman whose last hope was gone but a moment before and even while listening to her frantic blessings finds time to shout again to his half maddened men: "Don't hurt the women, lads. Look oat far the children!" a haglike, blanketed tary of a Brule squaw springs from behind the shelter of a pile of robes, levels her revolver, and, pulling trigger at the instant, leaps screaming down into the creek bottom, leaving Farrar sinking slowly into the snow. Levels her revolver. "My daughter," wrote the bereaved father, "was the idol of my heart, the image of the mother who was taken from her long years ago. Yet she turned from me in the p.-ission of ber love for him, and they have gone God alone knows where. If you can find him, say that though be has robbed me poor I can forgive him all if he will but be good and kind to her. She was delicately nurtured, as carefnlly educated as your own daughter could be, sir, and she was more to me, for she was my alL I own that, having married him, her duty was with ber husband, but why should she have hidden that marriage from her father? My own fortune is well nigh wrecked, but she has her mother's little portion—enough if he oan resist his craving for drink and gambling to support them in comfort I pray you help me save mv child." "I remember it but vaguely. That was nine years ago, and I was but 7. Wo saw him during his cadet furlough two years later—in 1888—and that was the last. Mother only rarely speaks of him, and father never unless —unless," she added, with timid appeal, "he does to you. Does he?" The area of the city of Paris Is 20,000 acres, and the average population to the acre Is, therefore, 125. A steady gain In the density of population has been in progress for some years in Paris, and it is pretty well distributed throughout the town— more evenly, in fact, than is the case in either London or New York. What is known as the arrondissement of the Temple is the most thickly populated section of Paris, and It has 300 persons to thn acre. How this compares with the density of population In the oity of New York is shown by the following: By the last figures of the board of health, based on the enumeration of April, 1895, the present population of the Tenth ward of this city is 70,168. The area of this ward is 110 acres, and the population to the acre is, therefore, 637, besides which the density of population in the most congested region of Paris seems almost unimportant. "Prompt as ever, Mr. Ormsby," she cried as he entered the parlor, fresh and rosy from the keen air. "I wish you might teach my husband to be mare punctual at luncheon." And then every man took a long breath, while the colonel rode through to say similar words to the second line. Then, returning, he placed himself just in the rear of the center of the first squadron, the second line noiselessly advancing and closing np on the leaders, and then he seemed to think of another point Captain Leale paused a moment before replying. Only that very morning had his colonel talked with him, the most trusted of his troop commanders, of Ellis' long missing brother. Only within an hour had Farrar sought again his advice as to one whom he could not bring himself to name and referred to in shame and sorrow as "my eldest," and only rarely as "my sot." First born of the little flock, the boy had been given his father's name. The only child for several years, petted, spoiled, overindulged by a fond, pure hearted mother, then reared among the isolated army garrisons of the far west, the handsome, headstrong, daring youth but. all too early had shown a tendency to wild companionship and reckless living. Few men in the cavalry arm of the service were held in higher esteem than Colonel Royle Farrar, who, entering the service with the first regiment to be sent to the front from New York city in the spring of 1861, had fought his way to the command «f a brigade in the last campaign and then been commissioned as a junior major of cavalry at the reorganization of the regular army. The president himself had tendered Farrar, long afterward, a cadetship for his son, and it was gratefully yet almost fearfully accepted. The mother could not be brought to believe her boy would not strive to do honor to his name at the Point The father dreaded that the wayward, reckless fellow, intolerant of restraint or discipline, would merit punishment, and, being punished, Would resent. Royle stood the ordeal only fairly well at first. Demerits in profusion and "light prison" twice had clouded bis record before the furlough year, but the mother's eyes rejoiced in the sigD»t of the handsome, stalwart young aoldier after his two years of rigorous training, even though the mother heart grieved over the evidences of dissipation and vice which speedily marred the long looked for days of his vacation. Between him and his father had been more than one stormy scene before Royle returned to the academy— interviews from which the senior issued pale, stern, sorrowful, the young man gloomy, sullen and more than half defiantAn hour later, with strong skirmish linos out on every side of the captured village, with a score at Indian warriors sent to their last account and the others scattered over the face of the earth, the little battalion of the Twelfth is wondering if, after all, the fight were worth winning, for here in their midst, his head on Leale's arm, his fading sight fixed on tho tear dimmed eyes of his faithful comrade, hero lies their beloved old colonel, his last messages murmured in that listening ear: "Lieale—old friend —find—find that poor girl—my—my son robbed and ruined and deserted— and bo the friend to her—you've been to me—and mine. God bless"— "Indeed I feared I was detaining him, Mrs. Farrar. He's merely stopped one moment to speak with Captain Leale. He was showing me over the barracks. You have no idea how vividly interesting all this is to ma I have shouldered the musket with the Seventh for eight'years and have never visited an army post before." All this sad history was now well known to Malcolm Leale, and his eyos were full of sorrow as he bent them upon the gentle, yearning woman at the desk, lost in ber study of her firstborn's face Ellis in turn stood watching him. She was a girl of 16, yet seemed older far, because of the years in which she bad been her mother's companion and closest friend. Then, as lie made no answer to her query and seemed plunged in thought, she turned and stepped lightly over to the mother's side. For the first few weeks, too, he drank bnt little, and wearing his uniform with tho ease and grace of one long accustomed to the buttons, and being erect and athletic in build, he presented a very creditable appearance. The bloated, bloodshot look he wore on his arrival, the result of much surreptitious whisky en route, passed somewhat away, and it was only when one studied his face that the traces of intemperance, added to the sullen brows and shifting, restless eyes, banished the claim to good looks that were at first accorded him. From the first, however, the old sergeants and such veterans among the corporals as Terry Rorke looked askance at Trooper Graice. "Another guardhouse lawyer," said the first sergeant of Le&le's troop, as he disgustedly received the adjutant's notification of Graicc's assignment. "Another wan of, thiin jailbirds like Mr. American Blood, the newspaper pet," said Rorke, in high disdain. "We'll have a circus with him, too, as they had in the Eleventh, or I'm a Jew. Where have I seen that sweet mug of his before?" he added reflectively, an he watched the newcomer fturlily scrubbing at his kit, and the newcomer, glancing sideways at the Irish corporal, seemed to read his thoughts, although too f;ir away to nis muttered worda It was plain to every man iii C troop that there was apt to be no love lost between Terence Rorke and "Tommy tho Tough." "Ask Mr. Ormsby if ho will ride with me," said he to the adjutant "Now, Leale, forward at a walk. Follow Bat It's all level ahead of you. You'll sight the village in three or four minutes." "Oh, didn't you see your uncle when he was at Riley? Ho used to write to my husband of you time and again and of your pride in your regiment" The tall, stalwart captain touched his hat took off his "broad brim," shaking away a load of snow, and spurred out a little to the front. There, looking back to both his right and left, he gavo the signal "Forward!" and with almost a single impnlso the long, dark rank of horsemen, open at the center in an interval of some half a dozen yards, without other sound than the slight rattle of aocouterments and the muffled rumble of 600 hoofs, moved steadily forward. A moment the colonel sat and watched them, smiled a cordial greeting to Ormsby, who, pistol in hand, came trotting over with the adjutant; thou, signaling to the second line, he, too, gave his horse the rein, and at a steady walk followed close to the center of Lealo's command. In his hand at the moment he hold a little pocket compass and smiled as he noted the line of direction. "No, he was in New York on recruiting service then, a few years ago, you remember, and we used to get him up to the armory or to our camp occasionally. " The population of the Tenth ward has Increased from 60,000 to 70,000 within the last ten years, and the population to the acre has been steadily rising, of course. Nor Is there any diminution of it now. The Seventh ward of this city, with an acreage of 800. has a population of 75,000, or 875 to the acre. London K justly entitled to precedence as the largest city in the world, not merely in population, but in area as well. The distinction between the two is sometimes overlooked. "It is customary in some cities to roughly annex all the available suburban territory, while other cities adhere to ordinary geographical lines. The city of Chicago Is three times as large in area as New York, but the actual population of Chicago, despite the absurd claims to the contrary of some Chicago enthusiasts, is materially less. New York has an acreage of 28,000 and is larger than Paris,with 20,000; Berlin, with 16,000, and Vienna, with 18,700. 'The Twentyfourth ward of New York, forming the northern boundary of the city, includes more than one-third of the total area of the town, but it had by the last enumeration less than 80,000 in population, or about the same as the Fourteenth ward, with an area of 96 acres, while the Twenty-fourth covers 10,000 acres. This detail is important, for persons examining the matter superficially and not making allowance for the extent of the unsettled and undeveloped Twenty-fourth ward fail to realize how dense is the population of New York city, and to understand how much it is compacted In many sections of the territory south of the line of Fourteenth street. "Day dreaming again, Queen Mother?" she asked in the half playful way that was habitual with her. "If you don't go on with your letter to Will, it won't be ready for the courier. Captain Leale tells me they are to send one out at noon." And this—while the regiment obeying its stern duty, goes on in pursuit— this is the news Jack Ormsby has to break to the loving, breaking hearts at Frayna  "And he was very, very kind to my poor boy. my Royle," said Mrs. Farrar wistfully, searching the face of her guest, "and when you came to us with letters from our old friend, for we had known him More our marriage,'' she continued, a faint color rising to her cheek, "it seemed almost like welcoming him. There was nothing too good for Major Fenton that our home afforded after all he tried to do, at least for —him.'' The sigh with which she spoke seemed to well up from the depths of the mother's heart- Ellis, with light footsteps, had left the room to greet her father on the piazza without, and for the first time since his coming, three days previous, just in time to be hemmed in and held at Frayne by the great snowfall, Mrs. Farrar was alone with her guest "There is something I have longed to ask you, Mr. Ormsby," she went on, "something I must ask you, for a mother's intuition is keen, and I feel sure yon have seen or known my poor boy in the past. Have you heard— do you know anything of him now?" "Will they really?" asked Mrs. Farrar, rousing suddenly. "Why, I had given up all hopes of hearing from him this week or of getting a letter to him. Who is to gr,, captain? The pass must be breast deep in snow." CHAPTER HI. Mrs. Farrar couldn't carry Will away and couldn't order Kitty. About all she saw of her boy was drilling with the battalion at a distance or dancing with Miss Ormsby close at hand, and, on the principle that misery- loves company, she soon was comforted by a fellow sufferer, for just in proiDortion as the mother's heart was troubled by the sight of her boy's infatuation for this pretty ohild, so was Jack Ormsby made miserable by seeing the attentions lavished by officers and cadets alike on Ellis Farrar.All this was but part and panel of tho story of. the old Wyoming fort Long years had it served as refuge and resting place for tho emigrants in the days before the Union Pacific was built, when the overlaud stago route followed the Platte to the Sweetwater and then nast the Devil's Gate and Independence Rock, old landmarks of the Mormons, and on to tho backbone of the continent, where the mountain streams, springing from rocky beds not long pistol shot apart., flowed rippling away, the one to tho Missouri and the gulf of Mexico, tho other to the Colorado and that of California. Frayne was but a huge stockade in the early days of the civil war, but the government found it important from a strategical point of view even after the railway spanned the Rockies and the emigrant: and the settler no longer trudged the weary trail that, borderiug the Sioux country, became speedily a road of fire and blood second only in its terrors to the Smoky Hill route through "bleeding Kansas." "I think not, Mrs. Farrar. There was very little wind, you know, and the fall seems to have been very uniform. Corporal Rorke and a couple of my men are getting ready now. The colonel was only waiting, hoping that there might be still some news from Red Cloud." "Why, how can it come? The wires are down the road hidden and the river unfordable," said Ellis eagerly. "The last news was bad enough. I own I don't want to hear further." "Almost due southeast at this instant," said he. "We ought to bag our game and be well across the Mini Pusa with them in less than an hour. " And yet the little blind god was doing Jack far better work than he ever dared to dream. The mother longed for Will, and no owelse could quite take his place. Tho lover longed for Ellis, and what earthly chance has a "cit" lover at West Point, even though he he a swell and a sergeant in the Seventh? It resulted that in the hours when the mother and Jack had to sit and look on they were brought constantly together, and then in these hours of companionship Mrs. Farrar began to set? more anil more how manful, honest, self reliant was the gallant fellow who had fought by her husband's side. Little by little she learned to lean upon him, appeal to him, defer to him and to see in him, after all, a man in whom bIio could perhaps confide even so precious a trust as her daughter's heart, and that summer at West Point wou the mother even if It did not win tho lady of his love. The third man from the front, heavily bearded, with a bloated, ill groomed face and restlessly glueing eyes, gave a quirk, furtive look at the new lieutenant as lie p;issed, then stumbled and plunged forward against his tile leader. The squad Was thrown into momentary disarray. The sergeant, angered at the mishap ut sucli u time, strixie quickly up to the offender and savagely muttered, "Keep your eyes to the front, Graice, and you won't be stumbling up decent men's backs." And tho little detachment, went briskly on. Unconsciously the pace was quickening. Foremost of all, well out in front of the center, rodo the half breed Indian guide, bending low over his pony's neck, his black, beady eyes peering ahead. Well out to the right and left were other soouts, eager and alert, like Bat himself. Then, squarely in the center, an his big, powerful bay, rode Leale, commander of the foremost line, and Onnsby's soldierly heart throbbed with admiration as he marked, just before Leale was hidden from view, his spirited, confident bearing and noted how the eyes of all the line seemed fixed on their gallant leader. And now some of the horses began to dance ana tug at the bit and plunge, and others to tak« a jog trot, for the Indian scouts were at the lope, and their gesticulations became every moment more vehement, and then Bat was seen, though visible only to the first line, to grab his revolver, and Leale's gauntleted hand almost instantly songht the holster, and out came the ready colt, its muzzle Over Leale's face a graver Bhadow fell. "ThC-re are Indian riders who could easily make the journey," he said, "Crow Knife, for instance, whom the colonel sent over with the soouta five days ago. The fact that he hasn't returned makes me hopeful matters are quieting down," hut here he turned again to the window to level his glass upon the broad, rolling expanse at white, stretching in wave after wave to the bleak horizon. And there was another still who wore the simple dross of a private soldier, whose eyes, black, piercing and full of expression, were constantly following that new recruit, and that was the Sioux Indian, Crow Knife, a youth barely 19 years of age. He had been a boy scout before the days of the ghost dance craze. A, valued and trusted ally of the white soldiers, he had borne dispatches up to the very moment when Kill Eagle's mad brained ultimatum drove his baud into revolt and launched them on the warpath. "Mrs. Farrar, I give you my word I have not the faintest idea of his whereabouts. " Once it was the boast of the Dakotas, as it has beon for generations of thoir enemies, the Absarakas, or Crows, that they had never shed the blood of a White man. Settlers of the old days used to tell how the Sioux had followed them for long, long marches, not to murder and pilljfce, but to restore tc them items lost along the trail or animals strayed from their little herde. But there came an end to all this when, tesisting an unjust demand, the Sioux being fired upon, retaliated. From the day of the Grattan massacre beyond old Laramie there had been no real pcace with the lords of the northwest They are quiet only when subdued by force. They have broken the crust of their environment time and again and burst forth in the seething flame of a volcano that is over bubbling and boiling beneath the feet of the frontiersman to this day. "Forgive me if I am intrusive, importunate, "she persisted. "But—Major Fen ton—he wus Major Foil ton then, yon know, and I think of him with the title he bore when he was so pood—so friendly—when my unhappy boy mom needed friends. Yon were with yout ancle often then. Did yon not meet— did yon not know my Roylc?" The recent Parisian census does not alter the position of the French capital in respect to the population, for it stands, as before, second only to London, but not materially nearer than it was five years ago. The total population of the Greater Now York will put this city in second place, for the estimate of the Greater New York population is now 3,700,000, and it is growing more rapidly all the time and in greater ratio than is the city of Paris.—New York Sua. "I thought I'd seen that man before," said Leale an instant later, "and uow I know it, and I know where." "God forbid there should be further trouble," said Mrs. Farrar slowly, linger! ngly replacing the portrait in its drawer. "Hurely the general has force enough there now to keep those Indians in check," she ventured appealingly. With them went Crow Knife's father and mother, and the boy rode wildly in pursuit. Ho was with them, striving to induce his mother to abandon the village, when the warriors made their descent on the ranches of the Dry Fork, and later, when Farrar's fierce attack burst upon them like a thunderbolt through the snowclouds. Seizing his mother in his arms, tho boy had shielded and saved her when Leale's vengeful meu rushed upon the nearest Indians, when unquestionably, yet unavoidably, some squaws received their death wounds in the furious fight that followed Farrar's assassination. Roeognized and rescued by his former friends, Crow Knife went back to Frayne when the brief but bloody CMluiUiinn wu aiuUmA The winter came on early at old Fort Frayne. Even as early as mid-October the ice was forming in tho shallow pools along the Platte, and that eccentric stream Itself had dwindled away in volume until it seemed but the ghost of its former self. Raging and unfordable in Juue, swollen by the melting snows of tho Colorado pctaks and the torrents from the Medicine Bow, it spent its strength in the arid heat of a long, dry summer and when autumn came was mild as a mill stream as far as tho eye could roach and lord able in a dozen places within rifle shot of the post. Many a time did old Fenton wish it waau't. Fray no's reservation was big CHAPTER IV. In his second class year came tidings of misdemeanor that almost broke the toother's heart. Farrar hastened from the distant frontier to the banks of the Hudson, expecting nothing short of diimissal for the boy, and promising the jnother to fetch him at onoe to her, but the court, even in sentencing, had signed Leale lowered his binocular again. "Ho has, provided the renegades captured on the Cheyenne are not sent back there. Those people should not be taken to the agency. They are Minneconjous, Unoapapas, Brules, a turbulent, ill conditioned lot, who make trouble wherever the others are peaceably disponed. They should have beeu disarmed and dismounted and put under guard at Fort Robinson until this question is settled. What I fear is that Red Wolf's band is still out and is defying the agent, and that the revolt will spread -Kill Esyjle's village. If they go ou Ormnby's honest eyes betrayed the deep embarrassment under which he labored, and she, watching every sign with painful intensity, read the truth, despite his faltering reply. All that winter Ellis had continued her course at school, but was to come out in May, and during the long months from September she was comforted in the comfort her mother found in the companion that had been chosen for her, Some men disdain it, thin transmuting power, Yet genius, like a holy herald, bears Ite deathless glory to the world Cuid wears Bravely its laurel and its passion flower. Talent Is stiU a rich yet common dower, Markilg the many from the few, and {area With not too eager heart nor with despairs That sear the soul and make it thrill and "Once or twice, Mrs. Farrar, bnt I knew him only very slightly." • plea for mercy for the cadet who bore so honored a name, a plea that his class* mates would never have indorsed, and the president remitted the punishment "Tell me still more, Mr. Ormsby. You have been most considerate to me. You have sought to spare me, bnt in my husband's sad face and abstracted manner I have read the truth. He has heard news—worse news of Royle—and so yoa have been the bearer. la it not ■or _  raised in air. a gentle, refined and evidently well bred woman, who came u[Don the recommendation of their rector, and who was introduced as Mrs. Daunton—Helen Daunton, a woman with a sad history, as the grave old pastor frankly told them, but through no fault or foi- JUk.Bt.her own. She had been married, Out in quick and ready imitation, leaped 100 more, and instinctively the jog changed to a lively trot, and the dull, thudding hoofs upon the snow muffled earth rose louder aud more inlistent, and Ormsby, riding at the colonel's left srinned tighter his revolver to a term of confinement to barracks and cower. Genius is martyrdom and grief to them Who feel its tireless and despotic will. With cruel rage or subtle stratagem It bids them dream or sing or die or nil It bids them live—live as no others live. Quickest to love, to suffer, to forgive. —B. Mantgomery in Cantor*. camp. The father wasted no words in reproach. He pointed out to the son that this was his last chance. Royle, Jr., |uk1 vaiieiiiy responded that his dup-*oCt And so Frayno was maintained^Ji