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Dunraven miles away. I have sent a swift horse for Dr. Quin and a spring ambulance. We cannot let you go home, now that you are so near us, until you have had rest and proper care." "Indeed we cannot, Miss Maitland," chimed in both ladles at a breath. "You are to come right to my house until you .axe fit to travel." •Tin not very fit just now, certainly," •he answers, with a taint smile "bat I can surely wait here until they send 'twill not be more than an hour at most." "It will be two hour*—perhaps three— Hiss Maitland," pleaded Perry, beading eagerly forward. "Do Utfen to our ladies!"

And "our ladies" prevailed. While Griggs went sputtering off to Dunraven with the sorrowful news, the strong arms of Perry and Graham lifted and bore their English captive to the shade of a dump of ootton woods. Mm, Sprague and Mrs. Lawrenc* managed •to make a little oouch fo? her as a tem-

DUNRAVEN RMOtL

A Story of American Frontier Life.

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

AUTHOR OP "THE COLONEL'S DAUGHTER," "PROM THE RANKS,** TH!C DESERTER," ETO.

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

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CHAPTER XIV.

HE group that gathers there a moment later is as interested a party as the central figures are interesting. Unable to set her left foot to the

ground and still encircled by Perry arm, Miss Maitland stands leaning heavily on his breast. Sho is very pale for a moment, partly from exhaustion, partly from pain, for there was no time to free her foot from the stirrup, and the ankle Is severely wrenched. Nolan, riderless now and cast loose, stands with lowered head and heaving flanks, a sympathetic but proudly heroic looker on he knows tie lias played his part in that rescue. The huge English hunter is plunging in misery among the mounds a few yards his fore leg broken. One of the troopers has seized his bridle, and another is unstrapping the heavy English saddle. "Splendidly done!" says the colonel, jis ho trots carefully up, casting a glance at the fallen cause of all the mischief "Int if that saddle had been one of those three pronged abominations he couldn't have swept her off as he did."

Graham has galloped to the stream for water, and the colonel lifts Mrs. Sprague from her saddle, and together thev advance to offer sympathy and aid. Mrs. Lawrence follows ns quickly as she oan pick her way among the prairie dog holes. Dana has deserted Mrs. Belknap, and sho alone remains mounted while all these others throng about the two who stand there for the moment, clinging to oaoh other. And now Gladys Maitland has raised her head blushes and confusion triumph over pallor and pain she strives to stand alone, but Perry bids her desist. The .moment she sees Mrs. Sprague's sweet., womanly, sympathetic face her eyes are filled with comfort and her heart goes out to her. Mast reluctantly Perry resigns his prize to the arms that open to receive her, and then come the wondering exclamations of some, and the brief, •breathloss explanations. "Don't try to talk yet," pleads Mrs. Spraguo. "We are only too glad it was no worse." "Indeed, I'm not hurt," answers Gla"dys, bravely—"only a little wrench, but," and she laughs nervously*, trying to cafry it off with all the pluck and spirit of her race, "it would have been what we call a 'nasty croppcr' at home if—and her eyes turn shyly yet with a world of gratitude to his—"it had not been for Mr. Perry." "Oh, then you know Mr. Porry!" exclaims Mrs. Sprague, with frank delight, and Mrs. Lawrence turns in rejoicing to look first in his glowing face, then at the dark beauty of Mrs. Belknap silently listening. "Why, wo had no idea"— And she concludes irresolutely. "Oh, yes we met at the ranch—at home. I am Miss Maitland, you know and that is my father's place. But we've only just come," sho adds, with the woman's natural desire to explain to now fouud friends why and how it was that they had not met before. And tlum the group is joined bv a bulky young Briton in the garb of a £r»x»iu. though modified to suit the requirements of frontier life he comes cantering to the scene all elbows and consternation ho gh-esa groan •of dismay at sight of the prostrate hunter. but rides directly to his mistress. She is paling again now, and in evident •pain, and Perry's face is a study as he -st&mis, his eyes riveted upon her but she tries to smile and reassure him. "You'll have to ritkj to Dunr—to the ranch, Griggs," she said "and—there's no help for it—papa will have to be told. Let them send for me." "Pardon me, Miss Maitland," interrupted Col. Brainard, "You are almost under the walls of Fort Rossiter, and

porary resort. Mrs. Belknap rode up and was formally introduced, then galloped away to Rossiter to send blankets for the picnic couch and see to the pillows of the ambulance. The colonel and Perry remained with the ladies and engrossed their attention while Graham went back and sent two pistol bullets into the struggling hunter's brain, stilling his pain forever. Then came Dr. Quin galloping like the wind down the familiar trail, chiding "Gladys" as though his right to do so were a long established thing, and thereby setting Perry's teeth on edge, and, long before the call for afternoon stables was sounding, the fair daughter of Dunraven Ranch was housed within the walls of Rossiter and the "ice was broken." Perry had had the joy of helping carry her into Mrs. Sprague's coolest and coziest room. She had held forth her hand —such a long, white, beautiful hand— and let it rest in his while she said, "You know how impossible it is for me to tell you how I thank you, Mr. Perry," and he had simply bowed over it, longing ta say what bethought, but powerless to think of anything else and then he had gone to his own quarters and shut himself in. Mrs. Sprague—bless her!—had invited him to call after retreat, and lie had totally forgotten the Lawrences' dinner when he said he would be only too glad to come.

At the sounding of stable call his darky servant banged at the door and roused him from his reverie. He rose mechanically and went out into the broad sunshine, glancing first along the row to see how things were looking at the Spragues' and wishing with all his heart that they were somewhere within reach of a conservatory, that he might send a heaping box of fresh and dewy roses to that sacred room where she lay. How many a time, he thought, had he strolled into some odorous shop in the cities where his "leaves" were spent, and carelessly ordered cut flowers by the cubic foot sent with his card to some one with whom he had danced the german the night beforo and never expected to see again! What wouldn't he give now for just a few of those wasted, faded, forgotten floweret Stables that afternoon proved a sore trial to him.

When at last the men went swinging homeward in their white canvas frocks and Perry could return to his quarters to dress for his eagerly anticipated call, the first thing that met his eyes as he came in sight of officers' row was a huge, bulky, covered traveling carriage in front of Spragues'. Two or three ladies were there at the gate. Mr. Ewen, the English manager, was just mounting his horse Dr. Quin, too, was there and already in saddlo and before poor Perry could get half way across the parade, and just as the trumpets were sounding mess call for supper, the bulky vehicle started the ladies waved their handkerchiefs and kissed their hands, and, escorted by Ewen and the doctor, saluted by Col. Brainard and the adjutant with raised foragecaps, Gladys Maitland was driven slowly away, and Mrs. Belknap stood therein the little group of ladies smiling sweetly upon him as he hastened towards them. For many a long day afterwards mess call always made him think of Mrs. Belknap's smile, and Mrs. Belknap's smile of mess call. He shuddered at the sound of oneor sight of the other.

It was Mrs. Sprague who stepped forward to greet him, her womanly heart filled with sympathy for the sentiment she suspected. She had to push by Mrs. Belknap to reach him but, this time, no consideration of etiquette stood in the way. "It couldn't be helped," she said, in low hurried toue, her kind eyes searching his, so clouded in the bitterness of his disappointment. "It couldn't be helped. The news of her accident—or something—brought on a seizure of some kind. Mr. Maitland was taken very ill, and they sent for her. The manager came, and with him her old narse, Mrs. Cowan, and Dr. Quin said she could be moved without trouble so she had to go. I bated to have her, too, for I've hardly had a word with her: Mrs. Belknap has been there most of the afternoon, even when she had a guest of her own just arrived, too." And Mrs. Sprague could not but show her vexation at this retrospect.

Perry stood in silence, looking yearningly after the retreating vehicle. It would take him but a few minutes to hasten to stables and saddle Nolan he could easily catch them before they had gone two miles but there was parade, and he could not ask to be excused. Not until he suddenly looked around and saw that Mrs. Belknap's dark eyes were fixed in close scrutiny upon his face did ho realise how he was betraying himself. Then he rallied, but with evident effort

The colonel was standing but a few paces away, chatting with Mrs. Lawrence and his faithful adjutant. Mm. Sprague stepped quickly towards him and spoke a few words in a low ton*, while Mrs. Belknap remained looking straight into Ferry's eyes. Before the young fellow could gather himself, CoL Brainard, as though in reply to a suggestion of Mrs. Sprague's, suddenly started, exclaiming, "Why, by all means!" and then called aloud: "Oh! Perry, why not gallop down and overtake the* Dunraven carriage and say good-by? Hare's my hone all saddled now right in the yard. Take him and go: would.'"

There was something to hearty and genial and sympathetic in the colonel's (ganger that Perry's face despite

his effort at nonchalance. The thought of seeing her again and hearing her sweet voice was a powerful incentive. He longed to go. Hie colonel's invitation was equivalent to an excuse from parade There was no reason why he should not go. He was on the very point of thankfully accepting the tempting offer, when Mrs. Belknap's words arrested him. Clear and Cutting, but still so low that none but he could hear, she spoke: "Take my word for it, you are not wanted, nor any other man, when Dr. Quin is with her."

Perry's hesitation vanished. "Thank you, colonel. I believe I don't care to go," he answered, and, raising his cap to the ladies, turned on his heel and hurried to his quarters, Mrs. Belknap stood watching him one moment, then calmly rejoined the party at the gate. "Well," said she, with the languid drawl that her regimental associates had learned to know so well, "this has been a day of surprises, has it not? Only fancy our having a beautiful English heiress here within reach and never knowing it until today!" "But you had a surprise of your own. had you not?" interjK)sed Mrs. Sprague, who was still chafing over the fact that her lovely and dangerous neighbor should have so monopolized the gues£ she considered hers by prior right, and who meant to remind her thus publicly of the neglect of which she had been guilty. "Mrs. Page, you mean?" responded Mrs. Belknap, with the same languid, imperturbable manner. "Yes poor Jennie! She is always utterly used up after one of those long ambulance journeys, and can only take a cup of tea and go to bed in a darkened room. All 6he wants is to be let alone, she says, until she gets over it. I suppose she will sleep till tattoo and then be up half the night. You'll come in and see her, won't you? Au revoir."

And so, calmly and gracefully and victoriously, the dark eyed danje withdrew, leaving her honest hearted antagonist only the sense of exasperation and defeat.

It was full quarter of an hour after parade, and darkness was setting down on the garrison, when Capt. Lawrence's orderly tapped at the door of Mr. Perry's quarters, and, being bidden "Come in," pushed on to the sitting room, where he found that youn£ officer plunged deep in an easy chair in front of the fireplace, his attitude one of profound dejection. "Beg pardon, lieutenant," said the man, "Mrs. Lawrence and the captain's waitin' dinner for you."

CHAPTER XV.

WO days passed without event of any kind. Socially speaking, the garrison was enlivened by the advent of Mrs. Page, and everybody flocked to the Bel-

knaps' quarters in order to do her proper homage. When Perry called he asked Parke to go with him, and when the latter seemed ready to leave the former, disregarding a very palpable hint from the lady of the house, picked up his forage cap and went likewise. For two days the one subject under constant discussion at the post was the event of Miss Maitland's sudden appearance, her perilous run and her daring and skillful rescue. Everybody maintained that Perry ought to be a very proud and happy fellow to have been the, hero of such an occasion but it was very plain that Perry was neither proud nor anything like bappy. No one had ever known him so silent and cast down. The talk with Lawrence had helped matters very little.

In brief, this was about all the captain could tell him, and it was all hearsay evidence at best. The officers of the Eleventh and their ladies had, with a few exceptions, taken a dislike .to Dr. Quin before Belknap and Lawrence with their companies of infantry had been ordered to Fort Rossiter. The feeling was in full blast when they arrived, and during the six or eight months they served there together the infantry people heard only one side of the story—that of the Eleventh—for the doctor never condescended to discuss the matter. After he was forbidden to leave the post by his commanding officer, and after the announcement of the "blockade" of Dunraven, it was observed that signals were sometimes made from the ranch at night: a strong light thrown from a reflector was flashed three times and then withdrawn. Next it was noted, by an enterprising member of the guard, that these signals were answered by a light in the doctor's windows, then that he mounted his horse and rode away down the valley of the Monee. He was always back at sick call and, if any one told the commanding officer of his disobedience of orders, it was not done until near the departure of the Eleventh that the doctor was not afterwards actually caught in the act Things would undoubtedly have been brought to a crisis had the Eleventh been allowed to remain.

Now as to the story about lbs. Quin and her going. It was observed during the winter that she was looking very badly, and the story went the rounds in the Eleventh that she was stung and suffering because of her husband's conduct. Unquestionably there was some fair enchantress at Dunraven who lured him from his own fireside. She had no intimates among the ladies. She was proud uid silent. It did not seem to occur to them that she was resentful of their dietike of her husband. They were sure she wa* "pining" because of his neglect—or wocm When, therefore, without word at warning, she suddenly took her departure in the spring, there was a gaap

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rf gossip loving cronies in the garrison ill doubts were at an end she had left him and taken her children with her. "The more 1. think of it," said Lawrence, "the more I believe the whole thing capable of explanation. The only hing that puzzles me now is that Quin tiides anything from your colonel, who is one of the most courteous and considjrate men I ever served with. Perhaps tie has told him by this time we don't know. Perhaps he thought he might be jf the same stamp as his predecessor, ind was waiting to find out before he made his confidences. As to Mrs. Quin's ting away when she did, it may have simply that her health was suffering, she needed change, and went with his full advice and by his wish, and he limply feels too much contempt for garrison gossip to explain. Very probably he knows nothing of the stories and thejries in circulation I'm sure I did not in til a v«»ry few weeks ago. You know. Perry, there are some men in garrison who hear and know everything, and others who never hear a word of scandaL"

But Perry was low in his mind. He could not forget Quin's sudden appearance his calling her Gladys and then he hated the thought that it was Quin who saw him having that confounded tender interview with Mrs. Belknap. Was there ever such a streak of ill luck as that? No doubt the fellow had told her about it! Perry left Lawrence's that night very little comforted, and only one gleam pi hope did he receive in the two days that followed. Mrs. Sprague joyfully beckoned him on Wednesday afternoon to read him a little note that had just come from Miss Maitland. Her father had been very ill, she wrote his condition was still critical but she sent a world of thanks to her kind entertaineraat Rossiter, and these words: "I was sorry not to be able to see Mr. Perry again: Do not let him think I have forgotten. or will be likely to forget, the service he—and Nolan—did me."

Of Dr. Quin he saw very little. With the full consent and knowledge of Col. Brainard, the doctor was spending a good deal of time at Dunraven now. attending to Mr. Maitland. Indeed, there seemed to be an excellent understanding between the commandant and his medical officer, and it was known that chey had had a long talk together. Upper circles in the garrison were still agitated with chat and conjecture about Gladys Maitland and her strange father Perry was still tortured with questions about his one visit to Dunraven whenever he was so incautious as to appear in public: but all through "the quarters," everywhere among the rank and file, there was a subject that engrossed all thoughts and tongues, and that was discussed with feeling that seemed to deepen with every day—the approaching court martial of Scrgt. Leary and of Trooper Kelly.

As a result of his investigation, Capt. Rtryk'e'r had preferred charges against these tjjpo men—the one for leading and the otter for being accessory to the assauft his stable sergeant. Gwynne was 'still at the hospital, though rapidly rfjjkovering from his injuries. Not a word had he said that would implicate or accuse any man but Stryker's knowledge of his soldiers, and his clear insight into human motive and character, were such that he had readily made up his mind as to the facts in the case. He felt sure that Leary and some of the Celtic members of his company had determined to go down to Dunraven and "have it out" with the hated Britons who had so affronted and abused them the night of Perry's visit They knew they could not get their horses by fair means, for Gwynne was above suspicion. He was English, too, and striving to shield his countrymen from the threatened vengeance. They therefore determined, in collusion with Kelly, to lure him outside the stables, bind and gag him, get their horses, having once rifled Gwynne of the keys, ride down to the ranch, and, after having a Donnybrook fair on the premises, get back to Rossiter in plenty of time for reveille and stables. No sentries were posted in such away as to interfere with them, and the plan was feasible enough but for one thing. Gwynne had made most gallant and spirited resistance, had fought the whole gang like a tiger, and they had been unable to overpower him before the noise had attracted the attention of the sergeant of the guard and some of the men in quarters. An effort, of course, was made to show that the assaulting party were from without, but it was futile, and Stryker's cross-questioning among the men had convinced them that he knew all about the matter. There was only one conclusion, therefore, that Gwynne must have "given thsm away," as the troopers expressed it

Despite the fact that he had been assaulted and badly beaten, this was something that few could overlook, and the latent jealousy against the "cockney sergeant" blazed into a feeling of deep resentment Garrison sympathy wan with Leary and hia fellows.

Thursday came, and Sergt Gwynne returned to light duty, though his face was still bruised and discolored and he wore a patch over one eye. He resumed charge of the stables in the afternoon, after a brief conversation with his captain, and was superintending the issue of forage, when Perry entered to inspect the stalls of his platoon. Nolan was hpfr»g led out by his groom at the moment, and pricked up his tapering ears at sight of his master and thrust his lean tnnf»lA to receive the caress of the hand he knew so welL Perry stopped him and carefully and critically examined his knees, feeling down to the fetlocks with searching fingers for the faintest symptom of knot or swelling in the tendons that had played their part so thoroughly in the drama of Monday. Satisfied, apparently, he rose and bestowed a few hearty pats on the glossy neck ami shoulder, and then was surprised to find the stable sergeant standing cloee beside him and regarding both him and hone with an expression that arrested Perry's attention at once. "Feeling all right again, sergeant?" he ythki, fotniring to recall the non-cota-toiasioned officer to his semes. "Almost, sir. I'm a trifle stiff yet rjthing wrong withNoUn* sirT

"Nothing. I~gave him rather a tough run the other day—had to risk the prairie dog holes—and, though I felt no jar then, I've watched carefully ever sinoe to see that he was not wrenched. I wish you would keep an eye on him too, will you?'

There was no answer. Perry had been looking over Nolan's haunches as he spoke, and once more turned to the sergeant To his astonishment, Gwynne's lips were twitching and quivering, his hands, ordinarily held in the rigid pose of the English service—extended along the thigh—were clinching and working nervously, and something suspiciously like a tear was creeping out from under the patch. Before Perry could recover from his surprise the sergeant suddenly regained his self control, hastily raised his hand in salute, saving something half articulate in reply, and turned sharply away, leaving his lieutenant gazing after him in' mu*8 perplexity.

That night, just after tattoo roll call, when a little group, of officers was gathered at the colonel's gate, they were suddenly joined by Dr. Quin, who came from the direction of the stable where he kept his horse in rear of his own quarters. Col. Brainard greeted him warmly and inquired after his patient at Dunraven. Every one noted how grave and subdued was the tone in which the doctor answered: "He is a very sick man, colonel, and it is hard to. say what will be the result of this seizure." "You may want to go down again, doctor, if that be the case—before sick call to-morrow, I mean and you had better take one of my horses. I'll tell my man to have one in readiness." "You are very kind, sir. I think old Brian will do all the work needed. But I would like to go down at reveille, as we have no men in hospital at all now. And, by the way, is Mr. Perry here?" "I am here," answered Perry coldly. He was leaning against the railing, rather away from the group, listening intently, yet unwilling to meet or hold conversation with the man ho conceived to be so inimical to his every hope and interest. "Mr. Perry," said the doctor, pleasantly, and utterly ignoring the coldness of the young fellow's manner, "Mr. Maitland has asked to see you and it would gratify him if you would ride down in the morning."

Even in the darkness Perry feared that all would see the flush that leaped to his face. Summoned to Dunraven Ranch, by her father, with a possibility of seeing her! It was almost too sweet! too thrilling! He could give no reply for a moment, and an awkward silence fell on the group until he chokingly answered. "I shall be glad to go. What time?" "Better ride down early. Never mind breakfast. Miss Maitland will be glad to give you a cup of coffee, I fancy."

And Perry felt as though the fence had taken to waltzing. Ho made no linswer, striving to regain his composure, and then the talk went on. It was Stryker who was talking now: "Has the ring been found^ doctor?" "No! That is a most singular thing, and one that worries the old gentleman a great deal. It had a history it belonged to Mrs. Maitland's father, who was from Ireland—indeed, Ireland was her country, as it was my father's—and that ring she had reset for her son Archie and gave it to him whon he entered service with the Lancers. It was sent home with his watch and other properly from South Africa—for he died there—and old Maitland always wore it afterwards. Archie was the last of three sons and it broke his heart." "And the ring was lost the night of Perry's adventure there?" asked the colonel. "Yes. Mr. Perry remembers having seen it on his hand when the old gentleman first came down to receive him. It was missed afterwards, and could easily have slipped off at any time, for his fingers were withered with age and HI health. They have searched everywhere, and could find nothing of it. It could easily have rolled off the veranda on to the grass during his excitement at the time of the row, and somebody may have picked it up—either among the ranch men or among the troopers." "I hate to think that any ot our men would take it." said the colonel after a pause. "X do not think any of them would, with the idea of selling it," said Stryker "but here is a case where it was picked up, possibly, as one of the spoils of war. I have had inquiry made throughout the troop, but with no result so far. Do you go down again to-night, doctor?" "Not if I can avoid it I am going now to try and sleep, and will not ride down till daybreak unless signaled for. Good night, colonel good night, all."

Unless signaled fori Instinctively Perry edged closer to Lawrence, who had stood a silent listener to the conversation, and Lawrence turned and saw him and knew the thought that must be uppermost in his mind. There was a moment of perfect silence, and then Lawrence spoke: "Does any bod know what the signal isT "Certainly," said CoL Brainard, promptly. "He has explained the wbole thing to me. Those were signals for him that we saw the night you were ail on my gallery. It was an arrangement devised by their old nurse—she who came up with the carriage for Miss Maitland the other day. .She had a regular old fashioned headlight and reflector, and, when Mr. Maitland was so ill as to need a doctor, used to notify Quin in that way. He sometimes failed to see it, and I have given orders today that the guard should wake him when it is seen hereafter." "Then that was what those mysterious night lights meant that we have beard so much about during tbe last three weeks?"" asked Mr. Dana. "Certainly," answered Brainard. "What on earth did anybody suppose they meant?"

To this there was no response for a moment Then Lawrence burst out

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