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She hesitated a moment—thinking. "My father is at home, but I fear he is not well enough to see you. Mr. Ewen is with him, and be might know. Will you—would you step in one moment, and I will go and ask?" "Thank you very much. I wish you would not trouble yourself. I presume I can go over to those stable building, or wherever it is the men sleep they would be most apt to know if our sergeant has been seen." "Oh, no! it is no trouble besides, they are all asleep over there by this time, I fancy. They have to be out so very early, don't you know."

But Perry had stepped inside even aa he offered to go elsewhere—a fact that the girl had not been slow to notice, for a quizzical little shadow of a smile hovered for an instant at the corners of her pretty mouth. "Pray sit down," she said, as she vanished into an adjoining room, leaving Ned Perry standing gasing after' her, spell bound.

He listened to the swish of her trailing skirts through the dimly lighted room beyond, through an invisible hallway, and then to the quick pit-a-pat of her feet up some uncarpeted stairway. He heard her moving quickly, lightly, along the oorridor of the upper story until the footfalls were lost at the rear of the house, then a distant tap upon a doorway, and a soft voice, barely audible, calling, "Papa." He heard her speak again, as though in response to inquiry from within he heard her raise her voice, as though to repeat an answer to a previous question, and this time her words were distinct. "An officer from the fort," she announced and then followed sensation. lie heard a door quickly opened he heard men's voioes in low, eager, excited talk he heard her eweet tones onoe mom, as though in expostulation, saying something about the sergeant, lost or wounded, and they were merely inquiring for liim he heard a stern, harsh injunction of "Silenoe! that will do!" some quick, hurrying footsteps, a man's spurred boots descending some staircase at the back of the house, a colloquy aloft in fainter tones, and then—closing doors and silence.

Ho waited five—ten minutes, and still no one came but the murmur of voioes in subdued but earnest controversy was again audible on the seodnd floor, and at last a door was opened and he heard the same stern tones that had command* ed her silence before, and this time they said: "That is entirely my affair! I will see the gentleman myself, and let him know my opinion of this impudent and —and—burglarious intrusion." "Whew!" whistled Mr. Perry to himself at sound of these menacing words. "This is bearding the lion in his den with a vengeance! Now trot out your 'Douglas In his hail,' and let's see what it all means. I've seen the girl, anyhow, and he can't take that back, even if he turns me out."

He heard a heavy step, accented by the sharp, energetic |rodding of a cane it came slowly along the hall, slowly and majestically down the stairs, slowly into the lower front room, and presently there loomed forth I'rom the darkness into the broad glare of the aatrals at the hanging portieres the figure of a tall, gray haired, spectacled, slimly built and fragile looking Englishman, erect as pride and high spirit could hold man against the ravages of age and rheumatism: sharp, stern and imperious of mood* as every glance and every feature plainly^vehement and passionate, unlets twitching lips and fitmStog brows and eyee belied him am&n wb **®Brwl much, unless the

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A Story of American Frontier Life.

By CAPT. CHARLES KING, U. S. A.,

AUTHOR OF "THE COLONBL'S DAUGHTER," "FB.OM THE RANKS,'* "THE DESBRTER," ETC. tm

Copyrighted, 1888, by J. B. Lippincott Company, Philadelphia, and Published by Special Arrangement through the American Press Association.

Began in The Mai! Oct. 26th. Back numbers can be had at half price. CHAPTER IV—Continued. "l5id you wish to see any one?" was finally the form her question took and Perry had time to comment to himself, "English, by Jove!" before he answered. "I did: but let me Hrttl a^u

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don for this intrusion 1 luui no idea there was a woman at Dunra vt»n My knocking at the front brought no answer, and heariug the piano, 1 followed the veranda. Believe me, I am as surprised as you could possibly have been."

Perry's voice was something greatly in his favor. It was modulated and gentle when in conversation, and wvh even a caressing tone about it when he spoke to women. Evidently the sound was not unwelcome to this one. She stood erect, her Angers interlacing as she clasped her hands in front of her and looked him well over with her brave eyes. The color ebbed and flowed through the creamy whiteness of her face, but the roses were winning every moment—the red roses of the house of Lancaster. "And—you wished to see—whom?" she presently asked, with courtesy in every «?ord. "Why, I hardly kuow," answered Perry, with a smile that showed his white teeth gleaming through the curling blonde mustache. "A sergeant of my troop has been missing since morning. His horse came back to the fort just as we were on parade at sunset, bleeding and without his rider. We have searching parties out all over the prairie, and I wa« ordered to come here to the ranch to make inquiries."

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little worth. The young Boldier had been standing by a center table, coolly scanning the pictures on the walls, and determining to present a rather exaggerated picture of nonchalance as reward for the hostile language of the proprietor of Dun raven. He expected to hear an outburst of invective when that gentleman reached the room but no sooner had he passed the portiere than he halted short, and Mr. Perry, turning suddenly, was amazed at the pale, startled, yet yearning look in his quivering face.

The moment the young man confronted him there came as sudden a change. It was vrith evident effort that he controlled himself, and then, after brief searching study of Perry's face, accosted him, coldly and with sarcastic emphasis: "To what circumstance do I owe the honor of this intrusion?" "I regret you so consider it, Mr. Mainland, as I believe you to be"— The old entleman bowed with stately dignity. "One of our men, a sergeant, rode down this way quite early this morning and failed to eturn. His horse came back bleeding at sunset, and we feared some accident or trouble. Searching parties are out all over the prairies, and the colonel ordered me to inquire here." "Does your colonel take us for banditti here, and ascribe your desertions and accidents to our machinations?" "Far from it, sir, but rather as a hospitable refuge to which the jpjured man had been conveyed," answered Perry, with a quiet smile, determined to thaw the hauteur of Dunraven's lord if courtesy of manner could effect it. "He is utterly mistaken, then," answered the Englishman, "and I resent— I resent, sir, this forcing of my gates after the explicit understanding we had last year. As a soldier I presume you had to obey your orders but I beg you to tell your colonel that his order was an affront to me personally, in view of what lias passed between us." "Nothing has passed between you, Mr. Maitland," answered Perry, a little tartly now. "We have reached Fort Rossiter only within the last fortnight, and know nothing whatever of your understandings with previous commanders. Permit me to ask you one question and I will retire. Have you heard anything of our sergeant?" "Nothing, sir. I would hardly be apt to {tear, for my people here are enjoined to keep strictly to our limits, and all we ask of our neighbors is that they keep to theirs. I presume you have

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my fences, sir, in order to effect an entrance." "Upon my word, Mr. Maitland, you make me rather regret that I did not but I had the decency to respect what I had happened to hear of your wishes, and so left my horse and my men outside and footed it a good half mile in the dark" "Ah! that sounds very like it!" replied Mr.

Maitland, with writhing lips, for at this moment there came the dull thunder of rapidly advancing hoof beats, and before either man could speak again three troopers with a led horse—all four steeds panting from their half mile race —reined up in front of the eastern portico in the full glare of the lights, and the sergeant's voice was heard eagerly hailing his lieutenant "My luck again!" groaned Perry, "I told them to come in half an hour if they didn't hear from me, and of course they came."

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OR a moment there was silenoe in the brightly illuminated room. With flushed face and swollen veins and twitching, clutching

hands, old Maitland stood there glaring at the young officer. Before Perry could speak again, however, and more fully explain the untoward circumstance, there came a rush of hurrying footsteps without, and the sound of excited voices. The next minute they heard an eager, angry challenge, and Perry recognised the voice of the overseer or manager whom he had met in the morning. "What do you fellows want here?" was his brusque and loud inquiry as he sprang from the jaa«*a and eAood confronting the sergeant, who was quietly seated in tl saddle, and the question was promptly echoed by three or four burly men who, la shirt sleeves nul various styles of undress, cima tumbling in the wake of their leader and stood now an v, fag group looking up at the silent

If there be one thing on earth that witt stir an Irishman*# soul to its inmost depths 1 Jetc iasf flame liie la*-"* of aa pognac is so an inquiry in the v.? t» nlsed accent of the wh." Perry re ted :T.e Sauiger a a dash, and, s{H UigU4£ tuAyafih theopen

ment, interposed between the hostile parties. "Not a word, Sergt. Leary. Here, Mr. Manager, these men simply obeyed orders, and I am responsible for any mistake. No harm was intended" "Harm!" broke in one of the ranchmen, with a demonstratively loud laugh. "Harm be blowed! What harm could you do, Fd like to know? If the master'11 only say the word, we'd break your heads in a minute." "Quiet, now, Dick!" interposed the overseer but the other hands growled approval, and Perry's eyes flashed with anger at the insult. What reply he might have made was checked by the sight of Seret. Leary throwing himself from the saadle and tossing his reins to one of the men. He knew well enough what that meant, and sprang instantly in front of him. "Back to your horse, sir! Back, instantly for the sergeant's face was fierce with rage. "Mount. I say!" added the lieutenant, as the sergeant still hesitated, and even the sense of disciplineoould not keep the mounted troopers from a muttered word of encouragement. Slowly, wrathfully, reluctantly, the soldier obeyed, once turning furiously back aa jeering taunts were hurled at him from among the ranchers, unrebuked by their manager. "Now move off with your men to the gate. Leave my horse, and wait for me there. Go!" added the young officer, sternly and, with bitter mortification at heart and a eurse stifled on his quivering lips, the Irishman turned his horse's head away and slowly walked him in the indicated direction. "Now, Mr. Manager," said Perry, turning fiercely upon the younger Englishman, "I have done my best to restrain my men do you look out for yours. You have allowed them to insult me and mine, and you may thank your stars that discipline prevailed with my people, though you have nothing of the kind here." "Your men have cut down our fenoes, by your order, I presume," said the manager, coolly, "and it's lucky for them they got out of the way when they did. We have aright to protect our property and eject intruders, and" "I came here to Inquire for a missing man—a right even an Englishman cannot deny us on these prairies. We had excellent reason to believe him injured, and thought, not knowing you for the inhospitable gang you are, that he might have been carried in here for treatment there was no other place. Your proprietor tells me he is not here. After what I've seen of your people, I hav6 reason to be still more anxious about him. Scant mercy a single trooper would have had at their hands. Now I ask you. Do you know or have you heard of a cavalry soldier being seen around here during the day?"

Perry was standing holding his horse by the curb as he spoke, facing the parlor windows and confronting the angry group of- ranchmen. Within, though nearer the window than he had was the bent form of the owne: tavon. leaning on his cane and iy impatiently striving to inaki heard as he came forward. Before the manager could answer, he wascnpnpejp led to turn about and rebuke his men, two of whom were especially truculent and menacing. Finally he spoke: 'I "I have heard nothing, but I tell you frankly that if any of your men have been prowling around here it's more than probable some one has got hurt. Has there been any trouble today, men?" he asked. "By God, there will be if this ranch isn't cleared in five minutes," was the only answer. "Don't make an ass of yourself, Hoke," growled the manager. "They are going quick enough." "I am going," said Perry, swinging lightly into saddle "and mind you this, sir: I go with well warranted suspicion that some of these bullies of yours have been responsible for the non-appearance of my stable sergeant. If he is not found thia night you may confidently look for another visit. I say that to you also, Mr. Maitland, and you owe it to our forbearance that there has been no bloodshed here to-night."

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Old Mainland's tremulous tones were heard but a second in reply when he was interrupted by a coarse voioe from the crowd of ranchmen, by this time increased to nearly a dozen men. Some of them were gathering about Perry as he sat in the saddle, and an applauding echo followed the loud interruption: "Give the swell a lift, Tummy 'twill teach him better manners."

Almost instantly Perry felt his right foot grasped and a powerful form was bending at the stirrup. He had heard of the trick before. Many a time has the London cad unhorsed' the English trooper, taken unawares, by hurling him with sudden lift from below. But Perry was quick and active as a cat Seat and saddle, too, were in his favor. He simply threw his weight on the left foot and his bridle hand upon the pommel, let the right leg swing over the horse's back until released from the brawny hand, then back it came as he settled again in the saddle, his powerful thighs gripping like a vise at the same instant, and before his assailant could duck te earth and slip out of the way, he had whipped out the heavy Colt's revolver and brought its butt with stunning crash down on the ranchman's defenseless head.

There was instant rush and commotion. In vain old Maitland feebly piped his proteste from the veranda in vain tins overseer seised and held beck one or two of the men and furiously called off the rest Aided by the darkness which veiled them, the others made a simultaneous rush upon the young officer and sought to drag him from his plunging horse. Perry held his pistol high in air, threatened with the butt the nearest assailant, yet loath to use further force. He was still in the broad glare of the parlor lights—a conspicuous mark eager hands had grasped his bridle rein at the very bit, and he could not break away and then missiles began to fly about bis devoted head, and unless he opened fire lie was helpless. While two men firmly held Noian by die curb, half a down otters were hurling from the ambush of

darkness a scattering volley of wooden billets and chunks of coal. He could easily have shot down the men who held him.

It was sore temptation, for already he had been struck and stung by unseen projectiles but just as the manager sprang forward and with vigorous cuffs induced the men to loose their hold on his rein, there came three horsemen charging full tilt back into the crowd, scattering the assailants right and left and, this time unrebuked, Sergt Leary leaped from the saddle and, with a rage of fierce delight, pitched headlong into battle with the biggest ranchman in his way. And this was not all for behind them at a rapid trot came other troopers, and in a moment the open space was thronged with eager, wondering comrades—full half of Stryker's company— in whose overwhelming presence all thought of promiscuous combat seemed to leave the ranchmen. They slipped away in the darkness, leaving to their employers the embarrassment -of accounting for their attack.

Leary was still fuming with wrath and raging for further battle and shouting into the darkness fierce invective at the vanished head of his opponent He turned on the overseer himself, and but for Perry's stern and sudden prohibition would have had around with him, but was forced to content himself with the information conveyed to all within hearing that he'd "fight any tin min" the ranch contained if they'd only come out where the lieutenant oouldn't stop him. The troopers were making eager inquiry as to the cause of all the trouble, and, fearing further difficulty, Perry promptly.ordered the entire party to "fall in." Silence and discipline were restored in a moment, and as the platoon formed rank he inquired of a sergeant how they came to be there. The reply was that it had grown so dark on the prairie that further search seemed useless, Capt. Stryker and most of the men had been drawn off by signals from the Cheyennes up the valley towards the post, and these men who had been beyond Dunraven on the northern prairie were coming back along the Monee trail when they saw the lights and heard voices over at the lower shore. There they found Leary, who was excited about something, and before they haa time to ask suddenly shouted, "They're kilBn' the lieutenant. Come on, boys!" and galloped off with his own party so they followed. Perry quietly ordered them to leave a corporal and four men with him, and told the senior sergeant to march the others back to the poet he would follow in five minutes. Then be turned to the manager. "You will have to put up with my keeping some of my men with me, in view of all the circumstances," he said, coldly. "But after this exhibition of lawlessness on the part of your people I do not propose to take any chances, want to say to you that it is my belief that some of those ruffians you employ can tell what has become of our missing man, and that you will do well to investigate to-night. As to you. Mr. Maitland." he said, turning to the old gentleman, who had sunk into a low easy chair, "much as I regret having disturbed your privacy and—that of the— ladies of your household, you will admit now that justice to my men and to the service demands that I should report my suspicions and my reception here to the commanding officer at Fort Rossiter."

There was no reply. "I wish you good night, sir," said Perry but his eyes wandered in to the lighted parlor in search of a very different face and form—and still there was no answer.

The manager came back upon the piazza and stepped rapidly towards them. Perry quickly dismounted and bent down over the crouching figure. "Why, here!" he suddenly exclaimed, "your employer is faint, or—something's gone wrong." "Hush!" was the low spoken, hurried answer of the Englishman. "Just bear a hand, will you, and help me to lift Mm to yonder sofa?"

Easily, between them, they bore the slight, attenuated form of the old man into the lighted parlor. A deathly pallor had settled on his face. His eyee were closed, and he seemed fallen into a deep swoon. Perry would have set a cushion under his head as they laid him down on a broad, easy couch, but the manager jerked it away, lowering the gray hairs to the very level of the back, so that the mouth gaped wide and looked like.death itself. "Just steady his head that position one minute, like a good fellow. Til be back in a twinkling," said the manager, as he darted from the room and leaped hurriedly up the hall stairway.

Perry heard him rap at a distant door, apparently at the southwest angle of the big house. Then his voice was calling: "Mrs. Cowan! Mrs. Cowan! would you have the goodness to come down quick? the master's ill."

Then, before any answer could be given, another door opened aloft and trailing skirts and light foot falls came flashing down the stairway. Almost before he could turn to greet her, she was in the room again, and with quick, impulsive 'movement had thrown herself on her knees by his side. "Oh, papa! dear father! I was afraid of this! Let me take his head on my arm, so," she hurriedly murmured "and would you step in the other room and fetch me a little brandy? Tis there on the sideboard."

Perry sprang to do her bidding, found a heavy decanter cm the great oaken buffet, half filled a glass, and brought it with some water back to the lounge. She stretched forth her hand, and, f^Mwiring him with a grateful look from her sweet, anxious eyes, took the liquor and carried it carefully to her father's ashen lips. "On I not help you In some way? Xs there no one I can call?" asked the young soldier, as he bent over her. "Mr. Ewen haa gone for her—oar did narse, I mean. She does not aeon to be in her room, and I fear she has gone over to her son's—-a young fellow at the store boose. Mr. Ewen has followed by this time."

She dipped her slender white fingers in the water and sprinkled the forehead and eyelids of the prostrate man. A feeble moan, followed by a deep drawn sigh, was the only response. More brandy poured into the gaping mouth seemed only to strangle and distress him. No sign of returning consciousness rewarded her effort. "If Mrs. Cowan would only come! She has never failed us before and we so lean upon her at such a time." "Pray tell me which way to go. Surely I can find her," urged Perry. "Mr. Ewen must be searching for her now, or he would have returned by this time and I dread being alone. I have never been alone with my father when he has had such a seizure."

Perry threw himself on his knees beside her, marveling at the odd fate that had so suddenly altered all the conditions of his unlooked for visit He seized one of the long, tremulous hands that lay so nerveless on the couch, and began rapid and vigorous chafing and slapping. Somewhere he had read or'heard of women being restored from fainting spells by just such means. Why should it not prevail with the old man? He vaguely bethought him of burnt feathers, and looked about for the discarded pillow, wondering if it might not be a brilliant idea to cut it open and extract a handful and set it ablaze under those broad and eminently aristocratic nostrils. Happily, he was spared excuse for further experiment He felt that life was returning to the hand he was so energetically {rooming, and that feeble but emphatic protest against such heroic treatment was manifest. "I think he's coming to," he said. "He's trying to pull away. Shall I keep on?" "Yes, do! Anything rather than have him lie in this death like swoon."

Obediently he clung to his prize, rubbing and chafing hard, despite increasing tug and effort. Then came another feeble, petulant moan, and the hollow eyes opened just as rapid footfalls were hei&d on the veranda without and Mr. Ewen rushed breathless and ruddy faced into the room V, "Where on earth can that wbiffiili have gone?" he panted. "I cannot find her anywhere. Is he better, Miss Gladys?" "Reviving, I think, thanks to Mr.— thanks to you," she said, turning her eyes full upon the kneeling figure at her Ride and sending Perry's heart up into his throat with delight at the gratitude and kindness in her glance. She was striving with one hand to unfasten the scarf and collar at the old man's neck, but making little progress. "Lat me help you," eagerly said Perry. "That, at least, is more in my line." And somehow their fingers touched as he twisted at the stubborn knot. She drew her hand away then, but it was gently, not abruptly done, and he found time to note that, too, and bless her for it. "I hate to seem ungracious, you know, after all that's happened," said Mr. Ewen, "but I fear 'twill vex him awfully if he should find you in here when he comes to. He has had these attacks for some time past, and I think he's coming through all right. See!"

Old Maitland was certainly beginning to open his eyes again and look vacantly around him. "Better leave him to Miss Gladys," said the overseer, touching the young fellow on the shoulder. Perry looked into her face to read her wishes before he would obey. A flush was rising to her cheek, a cloud settling aboat her young eyes, but she turned, after a quiok glance at her father. "I cannot thank you enough—how," she said, hesitatingly. "Perhaps Mr. Ewen is right. You—you deserve to be told the story of his trouble, you have been so kind. Some day you shall understand—soon—and not think unkindly of us." "Indeed I do not now," he protested. ''And—whom are we to thank?—your name, I mean?" she timidly asked. "I am Mr. Perry, of the —th cavalry. We have only come to Fort Rossiter this month." "And I am Miss Maitland. Some day I can thank you." And she held forth her long, slim hand. He took it very reverently and bowed over it, courtier like, longing to say something that might fit the occasion but before his scattered senses could come to him there was another quick step at the veranda, and a voice that sounded strangely familiar startled his ears: "Gladys! What has happened?" And there, striding to the sofa with the steps of oct) assured of welcome and thoroughly at home in those strange precincts, came Dr. Quin. 'C

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