Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 21, Number 32, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 31 January 1891 — Page 2

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"For heaven'x italic, sir, let's get ahead to Mh support." Meantime, whero are tho looked for supports? Lane, with wearied horses, had marie tho march from tho railway station to the pass in a little over fourteen hours It was 5:30 when he started and 8:13 when he unsaddled among tho rocks. lie had come through the blazing sunshine of the long June day: sometimes at the trot, sometimes at the lope, oft tin km dismounting and leading when crossing ridges or ravines. He was still pale and weak from his long illness, and suffering from a sorrow that had robbed him of all tho buoyancy he had ever possessed. But the sense of duty was as strong as ever, and tho soldier spirit triumphed over the ills of the flesh.

Noel, starting at 4:45 p. m.,with horses and men fresh and eager, with a guide who knew every inch of the way, and the bright starlight to checr his comrades, could reasonably be expected to cover tho same ground in the same time every old cavalryman knows that horses travel better by night than by day. By good rights he and his men should boat tho pa.u at .'.east an hour before the time

ect by Lane. It was only a week before that tho captain had declared at the Queen City that lie had never felt so "lit" in his life, and a campaign would just suit him. Things seemed to have a different lor, however, as he watched the going down of the sun behind the distant Peloncillos. The words of the oung infantry adjutant kopt recurring iujd he knew of old that when Land started after Indians ho was "dead sure to get 'em," as Mr. Mason was good enough to remind him.

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on the trail, a single horseman. "It ia Sergt. Luce." said some of the tcremosfc troopers.

And Luce had a note, which he handed to Lieut. Mason but that gentleman shook his head and indicated Noel. The captain took it in silence, opened it, glanced over the contents, changed color, aa all could see. and then inquired: "How far is it, sergeant?" "It must be fifteen miles from here, sir. I canje slowly, because my horse was worn out, and because Capt. Lane thought that I jvould meet the troop very much nearer the pass. It's more than fifteen miles, I reckon." "Had the attack begun before you left?" "Yes. sir: and I coald hear the shots as I came out of the pass—hear them distinctly." "May I inquire what the news is, captain?" said Mr. Mason, riding up to his side. "Well," was the reply, "Lane writes that ho has headed the Apaches, and that he is just moving in to the attack." "Will you permit me to see the note, sir?" said Mason, trembling with exasperation at the indifferent manner in which it was received.

Noel hesitated: "Presently—presently, Mr. Mason. We'll move forward at a trot, now.''

Sergt. Luce reined about, and, riding beside the first sergeant of troop, told him in low tones of the adventures of the previous day and night, and the fact that the Apaches were there just north of the pass and in complete force. The result seemed to be, aa the word was passed among the men, to increase the gait to such an extent that they crowded upon the leaders, and Noel, time and again, threw up his band and warned the men not to ride over the heels of his horse.

Seven o'clock came, and still they had not got beyond the Pyramids. Eight o'clock, and they were not in sight of the pass. Nine o'clock, and still the gorge was not in view. It was not until that tho massive gateway seemed to open before them, and then, far to tho front, their eager ears could catch the sound of very sharp and rapid firing. "My God!" said Mason, with irrepressible excitement, "there's no question about it, captain, Lane's sur/ounded there! For heaven's sake, sir, let's get ahead to his support." •"Ride forward, sergeant," said Noel to Luce, "and show us the shortest way you know to where Capt. Lane has corrnled his horses—1 don't like the idea of entering that pass in column, Mr. Mason. The only safe way to do it will be to dismount and throw a line of skirmishers ahead. If Lane is surrounded the Apaches undoubtedly will open fire on us as we pass through." •Suppose they do, sir we've got men enough to drive them back. What we want is to get through there

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mean to get his horses to the scene worn out and unfit for pursuit. Mr. Mason, who heard this, begged to remind the captain that pursuit was not tho object thoy were expected to got there in time to help Lane head off the attempt at further tlight. and to hold the Apaches, wherever met. until the pursuing force could reach them from the north and hem them in. Noel ranked Mason only a few Hies, and knew well that all the regiment would side with his subaltern so he was forced to a show of cordiality and consideration. Ite rode by ':e tenant's side, assuring him of of strength it gave him to have v.v.h a man of such experience. 'K-.r sake. Mason. 1 wish 1 had been hours later, so that you could haw tho glory of this thing to yourself:

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And Mason, rebuffed, fell back without farther word. The pass was reached, and still not a shot had been fired. Over the low ridge the dismounted troopers went, and not an Apache was in sight. Then at last it Luvame evident that to cross the stream they would have to ford and then the "recall" was sounded, the horses were I, ran rapidly forward to the skirmish line, a.i the men swung into saddh the rear a.\ platoon closed on the one in front, and iha cautiously, with Mason leading and Noel m»- hanging back »little as though to direct -5 ap-1 the march of his column, the troop mm to passed through the river, and came out mount-) on the other side. The moment they move I reached the bank Mason struck a trot without any orders and the men followed bixn.

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Not a shot impeded their advance not sound told them that they were even watched. But far up through the pass itself the sound of sharp firing continued, and every now and then a shrill yell indicated that the Apaches were evidently having the best of it.

Again Mason rode to his captain. "1 beg you, sir," he said, "to let me take my platoon, or the other one, and charge through then*. It isn't possible that they can knock more than one or two of us out of the saddle and if you follow with the rest of the men they can easily be taken care of." But Noel this time rebuked him •Mr. Mason, 1 have had too much of your interference." he said, "and 1 will tolerate no more. I am in command of this troop, sir. and I am responsible for its proper conduct."

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misery, the guide stillen and disgusted. pjding beside the first sergeant threw up Broad daylight—o'clock—and here at anas, with the snddeo cry: "My God! last were the Pyramid buttes at their got itT andjfell backJSrom th&jpdright front^ and, coming toward them

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twinge along his left arm, and, wheeling his horse about, shouted: "To the rear! to the rear! We're ambushed!" And, despite the rallying cry of Mason and the entreaties of the guide, the men, tadring the cue from their leader, reined to the right and left about and went clattering out of the pass.

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some aimed at the fleeing troop and others at the little group of men that remained behind for the poor fellow who had been shot through the breast lay insensible by the side of the stream, and would have been abandoned to his fate but for the courage and devotion Of Mason and two of the kadjug men. Promptly jumping from 114r horses, they raised him between thee, end, laying him across the pommel of one of the saddles, supported by the troopers, the

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ford, and from there out of harms wayBy this time Noel, at full gallop, had gone four cr five hundred yards to the rear, and there the first sergeant—not he —rallied the troop, reformed it. counted fours, and faced it to the front.

When Mason -returned to them, leading the two troopers and the dying man, his fate was as black as a thunder cloud. He rode up to his captain, who was stanching with a handkerchief a little stream oSSdood that seemed to be coming down his Ifift arm, and addressojJ $o& him these words: "Capt. Noel, there were not more than six or eight Apaches guarding those heights. There was no excuse in God's world, sir, for a retreat. I can take my platoon and go through there now without difficulty, and once again, sir, I'implore you to let me do it."

Noel's reply was, "I have already heard too much from you today, Mason. If I hear one more word yoifgo to the rear in arrest. I am woum sir, but I will not turn over this mand to you." "Wounded be hanged! Capt. Noel, you've got a scratch of which a cfjld ought to be ashamed," was the furious reply, upon which Noel, considering that he must at all hazards preserve the dignity of his position, ordered Lieut. Mason to consider himself in arrpst. And, dismounting, and.calling to one or two of the men to assist him, the captain got out of his blouse and had the sleeve of his undershirt cut off, and then, in full hearing of the combat up the pass, proceeded to have a scratch, as Mason

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had truly designated it. stanched dressed. Meantime, the troop, shamefaced and disgusted, dismounted and awaited further developments. For fifteen minutes they remained there, listening to the battle a mile away, and then there came a sound that thrilled every man with excitement—with mad longing to dash to the front there came crashes of musketry that told of the arrival of strong re-enforcements for one party or another —which party was soon developed tby the glorious, ringing cheers that £hey well recognized to be those of their Valvules of Greene's battalion. ijf "BV hekvens!" said Mason, wif?i a "groan, "after all, we have lost our chancel It's Greene, not old troop, that got there in time to save them."

Tho looks that were cast towards their new captain by the men, standing in sullen silence at their horses' heads, were not those that any soldier would have envied.

Directing the first sergeant to talk half a dozen troopers and feel their way cautiously to the front and ascertain what that new sound meant, the rest of the men meanwhile to remain at case, Noel still sat t'nore on the ground, as though faint from loss of blood. The bleeding, however, had been too trifling to admit of any such supposition on the part of those who had been looking on. The cheering up the pass increased. The firing rapidly died away. Soon it was seen that the first sergeant was signaling, and presently a man came riding back. The sergeant and the others disappeared, going fearlessly into the pass, and evidently indicating by their movements that they anticipated no further resistance. The arriving horseman dismounted. saluted the captain, and reported substantially that the pass was now in possession of Maj. Greene's men. and that the Apaches were in full flight towards the south, some of the troops pursuing.

Then at last it was that the "mount" was sounded by the trumpeter, and half an hour afterwards—full three hours after they should have been there— Capt. Noel, with troop, arrived at the scene. Lane, faint from loss of blood, was lying under a tree: four of his men were killed: one of the helpless recaptured women had been shot by an Indian bullet: five more of the "Devil's own D's" were lyipg wounded around among the rocks. Desperate had been tho defense: sore had been their -n^ed: safe, thoroughly safe, they would have been had Noel got there in time, but it was Greene's battalion that finally reached them only at the last moment. And yet this was the thrilling announcement that appeared in The Queen City Chronicle in its morning edition two days afterwards: "Gallant Noel! Rescue of the Iniian Captives! Stirring Pursuit and Pierce Battle with tho Apaches! "A dispatch received last night by the Hon. Amos Withers announces tho return from the front of Capt. Noel, who so recently left our midst, with a portion of his troop, bringing with him the women and children who had been run off by the Apaches on their raid among the ranches south of their reservation. The captain reports a severe fight, in which many of the regiment were killed and wounded, be himself, though making light of the matter, receiving a bullet through the left arm. "While the rest of the command had gone on in pursuit of the Apaches the captain was seat by the battalion commander to escort the captives back to the railway. "This dispatch, though of a private character, is fully substantiated by the official report of the general commanding the department to the adjutant gen-

eral of the* army. It reads as follows: 'Capt. Noel, of the Eleventh cavalry, has just reached the railway, bringing with him all but one of the women and children whom the Apaches had carried off into captivity. The other was shot by a bullet in the desperate fight which occurred in San Simon Pass between the commands of Capts. Lane and Noel and the Apaches, whose retreat they were endeavoring to head off. Greene's battalion of the Eleventh arrived in time to take part but on their appearance the Apaches fled through the mountains in the wildest confusion, leaving much cf their plunder behind them. 'It is impossible as yet to give accurate accounts of the killed oad wounded, but our losses are reported to have beop heavy.' "How thoroughly have the predictions of The Chronicle with regard to this gallant officer been fulfilled! To his relatives and his many friends in our midst The Chronicle extends its most hearty congratulations. We predict that the welcome which Capt. Noel will receive will be all that his fondest dreams could possibly have cherished."

CHAPTER XVL

was permitted to go himself to the railway to meet Mabel. For a week the story of Gordon Noel's heroism was the talk of Queen City society. He had led the charge upon the fTiIians after a pursuit of over a hundred nile

miles through the desert. He had fought his way to the cave in which these poor captive women were guarded, and had himself cut tho thongs that bound them. He was painfully wounded, but never quit the fight till the last savage was driven from the field. For daring, and brilliant conduct ho waa to be promoted over the heads of all the captains in his regiment. His name was already before the president for a vacancy in the adjutant general's department, and the appointment would be announced at once. He was coming east just as soon as the surgeon said he was well enough to travel. Mrs. Noel wanted to join him, but he had telegraped saying no. that he would soon be with her.

So rang the chorus for several days. At the club the men shook hands over the news and sent telegrams of praise and congratulation to Noel and drank his health in bumpers, and two or three old "soreheads," who ventured to point out that the official reports were not yet in, were pooh poohed and put down.

Amos Withers had left for Washingtor on a midnight train immediately aftei furnishing The Chronicle with the contents of his dispatch, making no allusion to that part of it which said, "Now push for that vacancy. Not an instant must be lost." Nobody could say nay to the man who had subscribed the heaviest sum to the campaign fund in his own state, and therefore both its senators and half its representatives in tho house went with him to the president to urge the immediate nomination of Capt. Noel to the majority in the adjutant general's department made vacant by the promotion consequent upon tho retirement of one of its oldest members. Already the war department had furnished the executive with the names and records of the four men whom it considered the most deserving, and Gordon Noel's name was not one of the four. But what was that in comparison with the eminent pecuniary and political services of Mr. Withers, when the nephew had just behaved so superbly in action?

Meantime, the Apaches had scattered through the mountains, and escaped across the border, the remnant of Lane's troop taking part in the pursuit, and they, with their commander, only slowly returning to the railway. For three or four days Noel had the wires and the correspondents pretty much to himself: but then some of those enterprising news gathers had been getting particulars from the men. and there were two or three of troop in the detachment who could not conceal their derision and contempt when the newspaper men spoke of the bravery of their captain. This set tho correspondents to ferreting, and then the dispatches began to take a different color. The verv day that Mabel received her first letter from her husband, and was reading extracts from it to envious friends who had come in to swell the chorus of jubilee and congratulation aa evening f*?ner intimated that recant dispatches re ived from the seat of war revealed a different stdtt© of sffsaiB than was popularly supposed.

But by this time interest was waning. It is the first impression that is always tho strongest, the first story that is longest remembered, and no man who has believed one^version will accept the truth without vigorous resistance. In his letter to his wife Noel had spoken modestly of Hnwlf and slightly of his wounds. This only made her worship him—her hero, her gallant Gordon—the more inanely. 13B intimated that he had been to place in arrest one of the most prominent officers of the regiment far misconduct in the face of the enemy: sadjhia and preriom jnatters, be said,

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would surely make of this officer an unrelenting foe. She need not be surprised, therefore, if this gentleman should strive to do him grievous harm. Mabel blushed becomingly as she read these linesyto some of her friends, and that night at the club it was hinted that Lane had been placed in close arrest for failing to support Noel in his desperate assault. Just at this time, too, Mr. Withers came back from Washington looking mysterious.

The next published dispatches were from the general himself. He was incensed over the escape of the Apaches Measures for the capture were complete, r.nd it was broadly hinted that a certain ci.i *?r would be brought to trial for his failure to carry out positive orders. "It i.i believed." said Tn« 'Chronicle, "that the oSwr referred toiv known in our com::s mity. si:* he h:. l. oddly enough, been a predecessor in the recruiting service c:l' the .".etr.al I roof tincampaign."

Two weeks w-ent There was announcement of name as pro moted. Uthw m.-.r.e.v oee.npied the tention of 11 :::vl the coteries.I no one knew jv. it all merr.t v.'... it waa announced that Mrs. Noel had suddenly left for the frontier to join her husband. Perhaps his wouuds were more severe than at first reported. Then It was noticed that Mr. Withers was in a very nervous and irritable frame of mind, that constant dispatches were passing between him and Capt. Noel in the west, and that suddenly he departed again on some mysterious errand for Washington. And thon it was announced that Capt. Nool would not be able to visit the east as had been expected.

All the :iame it came as a shock which completely devastated the social circles of the Queen City when it was announced in the New York and Chicago papers, that a general court martial had been ordered to assemble at Fort Gregg, Now Mexico, for the trial of Capt. Gordon Noel, Eleventh cavalry, on charges of misbehavior in the face of the enemy and conduct unbecoming an officer and a gentleman.

The Chronicle made no allusion to the matter until after it was heralded over the city by the other journals. Then it announced that it was in possession of information showing conclusively that Capt. Noel was the victim of the envy of certain officers in his regiment, and that the charges had been trumped up from the false and prejudiced statement of the man whom he had been compelled to place in arrest for misconduct in action. "Capt. Noel had demanded a court martial," said The Chronicle, "that he might be triumphantly vindicated, as he undoubtedly would be."

At the club several men surrounded Lieut. Bowen with eager inquiry as to the facts in the case. Bowen, who was now in charge of the rendezvous as Noel's successor, was very reticent when interrogated. He said that while an officer might demand a court of inquiry ho could not demand a court martial they were entirely different things and it was certainly the latter that had been ordered. "Was there not some likelihood of malice and £nvy being at tlVo bottom of the charges?" he was asked. "And was it not unfair to let him be tried by officers prejudiced against him?"

Bowen said he did not belong to the Eleventh, but ha knew it well enough to say no to the first part of the question. As to the other, there were only two officers from that regiment on the court, and one was Noel's old friend and colonel —Riggs.

It was in the midst of tliis talk that Mr. Amos Withers had suddenly appeared and begged a few words in private with Mr. Bowen.

Withers was in a state of nervous excitement, as any one could see. He talked eagerly, even pleadingly, with the silent lieutenant, and at last suddenly arose, and, with the look of a defeated and discomfited man, left the club house, entered his carriage and was driven rapidly away.

That night on officer from tho war department arrived in the Queen City and was closeted for a while with Lieut. Bowen, after which the two went to tl: chief of police, and in company with him visited the cell where Taintor, deserter and forger, was confined, took his statement and that of the chief, and with these documents the officer went on to division headquarters.

Meantime, tho campaign had come to an end. Capt. Noel had reported, in arrest, to the commanding officer at Fort Gi*egg, and Mrs. Riggs had tearfully greeted him: "She would so love to have him under her roof, that she might show her sympathy and friendship but so many officers of high rank were coming on the court that the colonel was compelled to give every bit of room he had to then.** Ncel thanked her nervously, and suid he could be comfortable anywhere, but liis wife was coming she had telegraphed that she could notbesepar rated from him when he was suffering wronn: and outrage. Capt. and Mrs. Low&los, moved to instant sympathy, begged that he would make their quarters his home, and placed their best room at his disposal.

Two evenings afterwards he waa permitted to go himself to the railway to meet poor Mabel, who threw herself into his arms and almost sobbed her heart out at sight of his now haggard and careworn face. Mrs. Lowndes then came forward andstrove to comfort her, while Noel rushei of? to send some telegrams. Then they drove out to the post, and Mabel's spirits partially revived when she found that it was not a prison she bad come to share with her husband. Everybody was so gentle and kind to her she began to believe there was nothing very serious in the matter after alL

It lacked yet five days to the meeting of the court, and in the intervening time there arrived at the post a prominent and distinguished lawyer from the east, sent to conduct the defense by Mr. Withers' orders and many a long talk did he hold with his client and the officers who were gathering at Gregg.

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Lieut, iioyce", the guide and two three non-commissioned officers. To the charge of "conduct unbecoming an offi­cer and a gentleman" there were specifications setting forth that he had caused to be circulated and published reports to the effect that it was his command that had been severely engaged, and his command that had rescued the captives and defeated the Indians, which statements he well knew to be false. Two or three correspondents and railway employes and the telegraph operator were witnesses. This would be a hard one to prove affirmatively, as the judge advocate found when he examined his witnesses as they arrived, and the great lawyer assured the aeensed officer that he could secure him an acquittal on that charge. The real danger lay in the testimony of Capt. Lane and Lic.it. Mason, who had uot yet come.

And now, hour after hour, for two days, Mabel was reading in her husband's face the utter hopelessness that possessed him: nay. more, the truth was Ueiuj revealed to her in all its damning ietails. It ni Yht be impossible for the .esecntion to j.vove that he had actualcaused the false and boastful stories

tohegivun to the press and the nubile but how about- tho telegrams anu letters Mr. Withers had so proudly come to Aiow her? How about the telegnims and letters she herself had received? What impression could she derive from them but that he was the hero of the whole affair, and that he was lying painfully wounded when ho wrote? The gash through the beautiful white arm turned out to be a mere scratch upon the skin, that a pin might have made. It was Greene's command from Fort Graham that had resetted Lane, and Lane with his men who had rescued tho captives, and then fought so hard, so desperately, against such fearful odds, and sustained their greatest hisses while her hero—her Gordon—with nearly fifty men, was held only a mile away by half a dozen ragamuffins in the rocks. She had almost adored him, believing him godlike in courage and magnanimity but now on every side tho real facts were coming to light, and she even wrung them from his reluctant lips. And yet—and yet—he was her husband, and she loved him.

Again and again did she question Air. Falconer, the eminent counsel, as to the possibilities. This gentleman had fought all through the war of tho rebellion, and had won high commendation for bravery. Ho had taken the case because he believed, on Withers' statement, that Noel wa3 a wronged and injured man, and because, possibly, a fee of phenomenal proportion could be looked for. Ho met among the old captains of the Eleventh men whom he had known in Virginia in the war days, and learned from them what Noel's real reputation waa, and, beyond peradventure, how he had shirked and played tho coward in the last campaign so that he. who had known Mabel Vincent from her babyhood and loved her old father, now shrank from the sorrow of having to tell her tho truth. Yet she demanded it. and he fyad to say that her husband's fate hinged on the "evidence ("that might Ite given by Capt. Lane and Mr. Mason.

That very night these two officers arrived, together with three members of the court. The following day at 10 o'clock tho court was to begin its session, and four of its members were still to come. That night Mr. Falconer and Noel were closeted with several men in succession, seeking evidence for the defense. That night there camo a dispatch from Withers sayifig ho had done his best in Washington, but that it seemed improbable that the president would interfere and accept Noel's resignation from tho service.

Noel showed this to Mabel and sank upon the sofa with a groan of despair. "Oh, my darling!" sho whispered, kneeling by his side and throwing her arms about his neck, "don't give way! There must be hope yeti They cannot prove such cruel charges! There must bo away of averting this trouble." "There is one," said he, starting up.

There is one, if you will only do it to save me." "What would I not do to save you, Gordon?" she 03ked, though her face was paling now with awful dread of what the demand might be. "Mabel, my wife, it is to see—him at once. There is nothing that he will not do for you. I know it—for I know what he has done. Seo him. You know what to say. I cannot prompt you. But get him to tell as little as he possibly can in regard to this case." "Gordon!" she cried, "yoti ask me to do this after the great wrong I did him?" "There is no other way," was the sullen answer. And he turned moodily from her side, leaving her stunned, speechless.

(To be Continued.)

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