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So far from being piqued and jealous find huffy, as she expected, Mr. Perry justified the oft expressed opinion of lier sisterhood to the effect that "men were simply past all comprehension" by brightening up instantly and expressing such relief at her information that for a moment she was too dazed to speak. By that time he had pleasantly said good night and vanished nor had he been near her since, except to bow and look pleased when she walked by with Dana. She never thought of him as an actor before, but this, said Mrs. Belknap to herself, looks like consummate acting. Had sho known of or even suspected the existence of a woman who had interposed and cast her into the shade the explanation would have occurred to her at once but that there was a goddess in the shape of Gladys Maitland within a day's ride of Rossiter she never dreamed for an instant. Believing that no other woman •could have unseated her, Mrs. Belknap simply could not account for such utter, such unutterable, complacency on the part of her lately favored admirer in his virtual dismissal All Sunday and Monday she looked for signs of sulking or surrender, but hoked in vain.

Perry seemed unusually grave and Silent, was Parke's report of tho situation but whatever comfort sho might have derived from that knowledge was utterly destroyed by the way ho brightened up nnd looked pleased whenever they chanced to meet. Monday evening he stopped to speak with her on the walk, holding out his hand and fairly beaming upon her she icily m'eived these demonstrations, but. failed to chill them or him.

Theu she essayed to make him suffer the pangs of the jilted by clinging to Dana's arm and smiling up in Dana's face, and then she suddenly started: "Oh, Mr. Dana! How could I have been so thoughtlesjs—(in,i this is your wounded side!" Dana protested that her slight weight was soothing balm, not additional pain, and Perry promptly asseverated that if he were Dana he would beg her not to quit his arm, and her eyes looked scorn at him as sho said, "IIow can you know anything about it, Mr. Perry? You've never been in action dr got a scratch, while Mr. Dana"—and now the dark eyes spoko volumes as they looked up into those of her escort—"Mr. Dana is one of the heroes of tho fighting days of the regiment." E veu that failed to crush him. while it had the effect of making Dana feel mawkish and absurd. Perry frankly responded that he only won'tered the women ever could find time to •how any civility whatever to fellow* iitte him, when there were so many who '•had records." She was completely at a loss to fathom him, and when tattoo came on Monday night, and they were all discussing the project of a run with the hounds for the coming morrow—a May day celebration on new principles— Mrs. Belknap resolved upon a change of ucties.

D&tia was officer of the guard and over it the guard house, but nearly all the Dther officers were chatting about the veranda and the gate of the colonel's quarters. Thither had Capt. Belknap escorted his pretty wife, and alio wa®, as usual, the center of an interested group. Perry came strolling along after reporting the result of tattoo roll call to the adjutant, and Gfcpi, Stryker called to him and asked soma question about the men on stable guard. The orders of the colonel with_regard to watching the

DUNRAVEN RANCH.

A Story of American Frontier Life.

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

AUTHOR OP "THE COLONEL'S DAUGHTER," "PROM THE RANKS,4 «TZZ2 DEC3RTER," ETC.

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

Begun In The Mail Oct. 26th. Back number* can be "had at half price.

CHAPTER XII.

O USE the expression of Mr. Dana, "Ned Perry seemed off his feed" for a day or two. The hunt had been pronounced a

big success, despite the fact of Perry's defection—he had not oven joined them at luncheon—and it was agreed that it should be repeated the first bright day after muster. That ceremony came off on Monday with due pomp and formality and much rigidity of inspection on the part of the post commander. It was watched with interest by the ladies, and Mrs, Belknap even proposed that when the barracks and kitchens were being visited they should go along. Dana had been her devotee ever since the day of the hunt, and announced his willingness to carry her suggestion to the colonel, but Belknap declined. Sho wanted a few words with Perry, and did not know how to effect her purpose. When he stopped and spoke to her after parade on Saturday evening and would have made peace, sho thought to complete her apparent conquest by a show of womanly displeasure at his conduct, and an assurance that, thanks to Mr. Dana, the day had been delightful nnd his failure to accompany her had been of no conso quence at all. The utterly unexpected way in which he took it was simply a ''stunner" to the little lady.

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movements of the men after the night roll call were being closely observed, and when the trumpets sounded "taps," a few moments later, several of the troop commanders walked away together, and this left a smaller party. It was just at this juncture that Mrs. Belknap's sweet voice was heard addressing the commanding officer: "Oh, colonel! Ever since Thursday I have been telling Capt. Belknap about those lovely albums of yours and he is so anxious to see them. Could he have a look at them to-night?" "Why. certainly," exclaimed the colonel, all heartiness and pleasure. "Come right in, Belknap, come in—any of you —all of you—where it's good and light." And he hospitably held open the screen door. Perry had seen tho albums a dozen times, but he was for going in with the others, when he felt a little hand pressure on his arm, and Mrs. Belknap's great dark eyes were gazing up into his with mournful, incredulous appeal. "Don't you know I want to see you?" she murmured so that only he could bear. Wait!"

And, much bewildered, Mr. Perry waited. She stood where she could look through the screen door in the parlor beyond, watching furtively until the party were grouped under the hanging lamps and absorbed hi looking over one another's shoulders at the famous albums then, beckoning to him to follow, she flitted, like somo eerie sprite, on tiptoe to the southern end of the veranda, where clustering vines hid her from view from tho walk along the parade. Perry began to feel queer, as he afterwards expressed it, but he stalked along after her, declining to modulate the thunder of his heavy heels upon the resounding gallery. She put her finger to her lips, and, after a nervous glance around, looked at him warningly, beseechingly. "What on earth's the matter?" was all the perplexed and callow youth could find to say, and in a tone so utterly devoid of romance, sentiment, tendernesu —anything she wanted to hear—that in all her experience—and she had had not a little—pretty, bewitching little Mrs. Belknap could recall nothing so humiliating. "How can you be so unkind to me?" at last she whispered, in tho tragic tremolo she well knew to be effective it had done execution over and again. But big, handsome Ned Perry looked only like one in a maze then he bent over her in genuine concern: "Why, Mrs. Belknap! What has happened? What has gone wroug? What do you mean by unkindness?"

Sho faced him, indignantly now: "la it possible you profess not to know?'' "By all that's holy, Mrs. Belknap, 2 haven't an idea of what you mean to charge me with. Tell me, and I'll make every amend I know how."

Ho was bending over her in genuine distress and trouble he had no thought but to assure her of his innocence of any conscious wrong. She was leaning upon tho balcony rail, and he rested one strong hand upon the post at the shaded corner, above her head, as he bowed his own to catch her reply.

For a moment she turned her face away, her bosom heaving, her little hands clasping nervously, the picture of wronged and sorrowing womanhood. His blunt, ragged honesty was something sho had never yet had to deal with. This indeed was "game worth the candle," but something of a higher order than the threadbare flirtations she had found so palatable heretofore. She iiad expected him to be revealed by this time as tho admirer who had only been, playI Ing ft part in his apparent acceptance of the situation of the last two days she expected to be accused of coquetting with Dana, of neglect, coldness, insult towards himself and this she would have welcomed it would have shown him stOl a victim in her toils, a mouse she might toy and play with indefinitely before bestowing the final coup de grace.

But instead of it, or anything like it, hero stood the tall, handsome young fellow, utterly ignoring' the possibility of her having wronged him, and only begging to be told how he had affronted her, that he might make immediate amends. It was simply exasperating. She turned suddenly upon him, hiding her face in her hands, almost sobbing: "And I thought w© were such—such friends!"

Even that suggestive tentative did not lay him prostrate. Fancy the utter inadequacy of his response: "Why, so did I!" This was too much. Down came the hands, and were laid in frantic appeal upon his breast. He did not bar the way she couldJxave slipped from the corner without difficulty, but the other method was more dramatic. "Let me go, Mr. Perry,** she pleaded. *I—i might have known I might have known."* Tho accent?! were stifle*?, heart rending. go yet, Mrs. Belknap don't go without telling me what—what Tve done." And poor Ned imploringly seized the little hands in both his and held them tight. "Please tell me," he pleaded. "No, no! \ou would not understand you do not we what have to bear. Let me go, 1 beg please* I cannot stay.* And her great dark eyes, swimming in tern were raised to his face, while with faint—very faint—«truggle« she strove to pul! her hands away, relenting in her purpose to go the moment she felt that be was relaxing the bold In which they were clasped, hut suddenlj wrenching

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them from his breast and darting from liis side, leaving Perry in much bewilderment to face about and confront the doctor.

A little opening had been left in the *ailing at the south end of the veranda— the same through which the post surgeon had passed the night Mrs. Lawrence had shown to Perry the answering signal light: it was the doctors "short cut" between the colonel's quarters and his own side door, and soft, mvbetraying turf lay therebetween. Absorbed in her melodrama, Mrs. Belknap had failed to note the coming of the intruder absorbed in his own stupefaction and his i!fur partner's apparent depth of woe. Nod Perry heard nothing but her soft words and softer sighs, until a deep voice at his shoulder—a voice whose accent betrayed no apology—gave utterance to this uncompromising sentiment: "Mrs. Belknap, this is the thirtiethhot the first—of April." "And what has that to do with your sudden appearance, Dr. Quin?" answered the lady, with smiling lips but flashing eyes. She rallied from the shock of sudden volley like the veteran she was, and took the brunt of the fight on her own white, gleaming shoulders, needing no aid from the young fellow who stood there, flushed, annoyed, yet too perturbed to say a word even had there been a chance to get in one edgewise. Blunt as he was, he could not but realize the awkwardness of the situation. And to be so misjudged by such a man as Dr. Quin! All this was flashing through Ijis mind as the doctor answered:?5 "Nothing with my appearance, Mrs. Belknap it was yours I remarked upon. You seemed to think it All Fools'' day." "Far from it, doctor, when I thought you miles away." "Well, well, Mrs. Belknap." said Quin, shrugging his broad shoulders and laughing at her undaunted pluck, "I've known you fifteen years, and never have found you at a loss for a sharp retort." "In all the years you have known me, dector, as child, as maid, as woman, you are the only man in the army who ever put me on the defensive. I see clearly that you would taunt me because of this interview with Mr. Perry. Honi soit qui mal pense, Dr. Quin! You are the last man in this garrison—cavalry and all—who can afford to throw stones."

"Whew-w-w!" whistled the doctor. "What a little spitfire you always were, to be sure! Mr. Perry." said be, turning suddenly ou the young officer, "let me at once apologize for a very misleading observation. When I spoke of having known Mrs. Belknap fifteen years she instantly thought I meant to make her out

very much older than she is and hence these recriminations. She always objected to me because I used to tease her when she was in her first long dresses—the prettiest girl at Fort Leavenworth—and she's never gotten over it. But her father and I were good friends, and I should like to be an honest one to his daughter. Good night to you both.' "One moment. Dr. Quin," said Percy, springing forward. "You have seen fit to make comments and insinuations that have annoyed Mrs. Belknap at a time when sho was under my escort" "Oh, Mr. Perry, no! no!" exclaimed Mrs. Belknap, laying her hand on his arm. "Not a word of that kind, 1 implore! Hush! here comes my husband." "Ah, Belknap," said the doctor blandly, as the big captain came hurriedly forth with searching glance along the dark gallery, "here you find me. as usual, trying to be devoted to Mrs B. whenever I can get you out of the way. Why tho jeuce can't you stay?" "Oh. it's you, is it, doctor?" answered the captain in tones of evident relief. "It is far too chilly for this young woman to be sitting here without a wrap, is it not? Come inside, Dolly. Come, doctor. Halloo! what's that?"

A cavalry trumpeter came springing through the gate and up on the veranda "Is Capt. Stryker here?" he panted. "No. What's the matter?" demanded Perry. "Trouble at the stables, sir. Sergt. GWynne's assaulted again."

Perry sprang from the veranda and went tearing across the dark level of the parade as fast as active legs could carry him, leaving the doctor far behind. As he passed the company quarters he noted that several men were leaping from their broad galleries, some just pulling on a blouse, others in their shirt sleeves, but all hastening towards the stables, where dim lights could be seen flitting about like will-o'-the-wisps. One of these troopers came bounding to his side and would have passed him in tho race. He recognized the athletic form even in the darkness and hdiled him: n. "That you, Sergt. Leary? What's gone wrong?" "It's thim blackguards from below, sir. Who else could it be?" "Those people at the ranch?" "The very ones, sir. No one else would harm Sergt. Gwynne. Sure we ought to have wound 'em up the one night we had a chance, sir."

Breathless, almost, they reached the stables. The horses were all snorting and plunging about in their stalls, showing every indication of excitement and alarm. From the stables of the adjoining companies other m^n had come with lanterns, and a group of perhaps half a dozen troopers was gathered about the form of a cavalry sergeant who was seated, limp and exhausted, at the western doorway. One soldier was bathing his face with a sponge the first sergeant of the troop was bending over and tarying to feel the pulse. "Stand back, you men!" he said, authoritatively, as he caught sight of

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lieutenant's shoulder straps. "Leave a lantern here. Now, Gwynne, hoe's Lieut. Perry. Can you tell him who it wasT wynne feebly strove to rise, but Perry checked him "Sit down! The docter is coming don*t attempt to move," panted the young officer Tell me what you know about it, Sergt, Hagmer." "Nothing but this, sin 1 was in the office when Trumpeter Petersen ran in ttodsaid they ware killing Sergt. wynne. 2 sent him for the captain and grabbed

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revolver and ran here as hard as I d. He was lying just outside the when I got here, and not another in sight. Sergt. Ross, of troop* Sergt. Fagau. of B. came with their rns from the stables next door but had not even heard the trouble. Where was the stable gilard?" Inside, sir. and he's there now. He the scuffle, he says, and ran to gise the alarm and to protect the sergeant, but the men scattered when

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caine, and he saw none of them." fTellhim to come here. Let some of tlftse men go in and quiet the horses. Tib captain will be here in a minute, he will want to see that stableman. \$io is it?" .* ^*'1 'Kelly, sir." iy this time Dr. Quin came lumberheavily up the slope to the stable r. His manner was very quiet and v|ry grave as he bent over the injured pfrn and carefully studied his face' by the light of the sergeant's lamp. The doctor spoke gently: i'You know me, sergeant?—Dr. Quin. Can you tell me what struck you? Are y£u hurt elsewhere than in the head?''

IGwynne made no reply for a moment, tben faintly answered: )"Stunned, mainly, and one or two kicks after I was knocked down." I Then came a deeper voice, quiet but authoritative, and the group that had ljegun to close in again about the doctor and his patient fell back as Capt. Stryker ^rode into their midst.

"Sergt. Hosmer, send all these men of tfie troop back to their quarters at once, &ud permit no more to come out. Is he taucli hurt, doctor?" jMSomewhat stunned, he says. I've niiade no examination yet."

The captain looked about him. Except one sergeant holding a lantern, the other troopers, obedient to his order, were slowly fading back into the darkness on their way to the barracks. Only the doctor, Mr. Perry, and tho sergeant remained by the side of the injured an am "Who did this, Gwynne?"

No answer. A deeper shade of pain and trouble seemed to pass over the sergeant's face. He made an effort to speak, hesitated, and'at last replied: "I cannot say, six*." "You know, do you not?"

Again pained silence and embarrassment. At last the sergaant leaned slowly forward and spoke: "Captain, the men were masked, the voices disguised. I could not see the dress in the darkness. I was struck on the head almost the instant I got outside the door, and it would be impossible for me to identify one of them." "Do you think it was the same gang you had the trouble with at Dunraven?" "I—could not say, sir." "Do you suspect any of our own men?" "I—would not say that, sir." "Where is the stable guard?" asked Stryker. "Send him here,"

And presently Trooper Kelly—a wiry little Irishman, with a twinkling eye .and an expression of mingled devilment and imperturbability in his fate—came forth from the stable door and stood attention. "Where were TvUi when this assault took-place, Xellyf" "Ai the far end of the stables, sir," replied Kelly, with prompt and confident tone. "Then pf course you saw and know nothing of it." "Not a wor-rad, sir." "Why did you let a gang from that English ranch como here and beat your sergeant before your very eyes?" ,s

Kelly reddened at the very idea. "I'd ha' died first, sir! Sure they'd niver dared"— And then Kelly stopped short. His Celtic prido had been touched to the quick, and had it not proved too much for even Irish wit? "How did they get the sergeant out of the stable at this hour of the night?" "Sure they called him out, sir." "And the sergeant happened to be down there by the door at the time?" "No, sir he was in his room beyant— up there by the forage." "That's a longdistance from this door, Kelly: and if he could hear it in his room you could hear it farther away." "I wasn't-fartlier away-thin, sir I was down here when they axed for him." "Then why didn't you open the door and see who was making such a racket, shouting for Sergt. Gwynne after taps?" "Sure they didn't shout at all at all, sir they axed for him quiet and respectable like, an' iSwint and told him." "Ah. yes, I see. And then, having told him, you went away to the far end of the stable." "Yis, sir, just so, sir an' the moment I heard the scrimmidge, sir. I ran as hard as I could." "Of course you considered it was none of your business what people might want with the stable sergeant at night." "No, sir. If he wanted me he had a right to tell me to come." "We differ on that point, Kelly. Relieve him, Sergt. Hosmer."

On the following morning Col. Brainard was surprised to note in Capt. Stryker's column of remarks explanatory of the alterations from the status of the previous day: "Sergt. Gwynne from daily duty as stable sergeant to sick in hospital Sergt. Leary from duty to arrest, and Private Kelly from duty to confinement." [7b be Continued.]

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36 Warren St., New York.

DRUNKENNESS

Or tl^e Lienor.Hab I'osltltflr Curtil rojnlAterln*. Or. ilaioea' Golden Specific. It can be given in A CUD of eofTeo or tea without the Knowledge of the person taking it la abaoluteley harmless, ana will effect a permanent and #peedy cure, whether the patient is a moderate drinker or an alcoholic wreck. Thowsatidu of drunkards have been mode temperate men who have taken Golden Specific In their coffee without their knowledge and to-day believe they quit drinking oftheirown free will. IT NEVER FAIL8. The system once Impregnated with the Hpejflc, it become« an utter impoKftlbility for the Liquor appetite to exist. For sal* by

JAM. E. SOMES, Druggist,

Cor. fltii and Ohio nUt., Terre Haute, Ind.

LDDSE'S EXTRACT

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Blood Purifier.

THE GREAT

For sale by J. A C. Baur.

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Cancers, Haroora, Sores, Ulcers. Swellings. Tumors, Ab*ce*Mss, Blood Peiaocing, Salt Rheom.Cttarrh, Erysipelas, Rheumatism, and all Blood and SWn Diseases. PRICK. $1 per Pint Bottle, or ft Bottles for $S. 1 lb can Solid Extract

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