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3ian bullets were Tbitinpr at the turf all around him, yetTiaereifully flying wild. Schramm, bleeding- fast, v,.. Hog, yet keeping up his fire, wonueiittfc aow it was lie could so rarely hit t-hoas.* yellingvpUiated, feathered fiends darting about them onlj* a few hundred yards away. Then, rising on his knees, he shouted Prussian taunt and challenge. "Lie down, you fool!" y«lle 1 his officer, rolling over to him, and sowing his shoulder, Morgan forctd him to earth. Not*a second too soon: an Indian had sprung from his pony, token deliberate aiua and sect a shot 1 hat just grazed the hand that pinned him down, and then came thunder of hoofs far out over the prairie and the rush of comrades to the rescue, and then theSioux, firing to the last minute, whirled away up the ravine, and Morgan's deer hunt was over. That night, while Ray, with his troop, was still out in pursuit, Morgan lay with a shot hole through the left shoulder at the bivouac fire, and was chaffed and condoned with in moderation over the failure of his venison chase, and took it all meekly enough. He had bagged no game, had well-nigh lost his own and other lives, bad ridden almost blindly into Indian ambuscade, and yet, in point of result, as it turned out, that was about the best day's work he had done in all his life.

CHAPTER U.

"If ever a man came into the cavalry who deserved well of his country," said his colonel, "it is Morgan." He was a good soldier, but a bad manager—a combination far more frequent than is probably known, lie came into the regiment in '66, burdened with a wife and a war debt. A capital trooper, he had won honors with the saber in the Shenandoah had risen to the command of liis battalion, and was urged to take a commission in the regular army. Famous names backed his application, but he had been held to duty in Texas while earlier-discharged volunteers were picking up the plums in the newly-authorized regiments. He got in eventually as second lieutenant where his own lieutenants had gone in as first. He had the brevet of a lieutenant colonel of volunteers and the rank and pay of a low-down subaltern of regulars when he and his wife and a little daughter joined the regitnent in the south. When he came to the frontier after five years of reconstruction duty her health was impaired as much as his prospects. Morgan was supporting an invalid wife, three children, a negro "mammy," an egregious folly of a female nurse and a scattered indebtedness of no one knew just how many hundreds or thousands, all on a first lieutenant's pay, and that hypothecated. He loved his wife and little ones he was attached to his comrades and his profession, but every month found him more dangerously involved. He had no relatives to help him she had some who might, but didn't. He wore old clothes, stinted himself in every way, yet saw no light ahead, and, to make along story short, would have thanked God for the chance to end it all but for the thought of those helpless little ones, when at last the wife, not he, was taken. She had been practically bedridden for two years, and it would have been mercy to take her long before, but Morgan couldn't see that. He wept sorely over the cold, emaciated form, then roused himself, gathered his children in his strong arms and folded them to his heart. "You must be more than ever 'little mother' to them, now, Connie," said he, as he kissed the white forehead of his eldest. She was only fifteen that sprinsr. yet for two years had been more wotnan than child, trying to help mother, trying to be a comfort to "poor daddy," whose face took on deep and deeper lines with every month, trying to be a teacher and playmate and mother all in one to Sister Lottie, only eight, and to burly, brown-haired, uproarious little Billy, the one member of the household whose spirits were unquenchable. There were ministering hands and loving hearts at the rude old frontier fort, and in poor Mrs. Morgan's last days, far from her home and kindred, there was no "lack of woman's nursing," no "dearth of woman's tears." Everybody seemed to go in the solemn little procession when, afoot, they followed the wasted form to its bleak and lonely resting place in the post cemetery out on the open prairie. "My God! to think of poor Carrie's having to be buried in such a dreary waste as this!" moaned the widower that evening as some of his comrades strove to comfort him. He had written to her relatives—she had brothers and a sister married and well to do—-tell-ing of the inevitable end so soon to come. Intimating that she longed to be taken home and to lie by her mother's side in the shaded church yard, but that he actually had not a cent. The brothers were very sorry. Both in their younger days had freely borrowed the captain's tens and twenties and lived high with sister Cad, to whom the big-hearted dragoon sent each month four-fifths of his pay. Pretty sister Lottie, too, made her home with Caroline, "who would otherwise be so lonesome," much of the four years Morgan served at the front. His pay was the main support of the family, in fact, for the boys were still attending school, and the old man's business languished as the war went on. But all this was something they rather wished to forget in the years that followed. They didn't want to grow up into actively inimical relations with their "elder sister's husband, jet having so long lived on his bounty, how could they, being ordinary mortals, help learning to hate htm unless they could forget the benefits of the past? Bob and Sam, of whom she so often talked, were prosperous business men now, with wives and olive branches and vines and fig trees of their own, and how could their wives or they be expected to want to have

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her, a "dark shadow at the Breaide, to linger, languish and slowly die on their hands? Neither brother felt that he eould stand the expense of fetching Carrie home. Bach thought the other ought to do it, and both thought that Lottie should*—that is, Lottie's husband. But Lottie's husband knew not the impoverished trooper on the far frontier, nor his wife, nor his children, and Lottie was not particularly anxious that he should. Her beauty had captivated tho brilliant young lawyer when professional business called him

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from Cleveland to Saginaw, but it took all he coultl command to keep up the style in which they lived now. A gay winter was coming on, and there was very little interest and less discussion among the three over the question which should suqeor Carrie, and so poor Morgan's humble appeal was fruitless.

It was December when she was laid away. In February a. strong column was sent to break up the Sioux strongholds to the north, with the unusual result of. breaking up several households at the fort. The Sioux lost nothing they did not get back the soldiers got -back nothing they lost in fact, many of them did not get back at all. The savage chiefs held a council to settle on the spot for the next battle, and the soldiers a court to settle on the spot the responsibility for the last, which was a failure. It was found that beyond certain serious casualties the damages were mainly at the hands of Jack Frost to the feet and fingers of the fpemen, though several officers were declared to have suffered in mind, body, and estate, and others in reputation, which was odd, in view of the fact, as shown before the court, that the accused had no reputation to lose. Morgan, happily, was spared all participation in this hapless campaign, being retained at the fort because of recent bereavements and his motherless children. He wai made commissary to help him out of trouble, and thereby,, was plunged into worse. When the command went out in midwinter he would have been glad to go and never return, but, as has been said, for those little faces at home. Another column was sent out in May, and others followed that in June, and still Morgan was held at the fort on commissary duty until later the direful tidings flashed in over the wires that Custer and his pet troops were wiped out then everybody had to go. Morgan strained "little mother" to his heart, praying God .to guard and bless the babies and bring him back to them in safety. Mrs. Warren, their next-door neighbor, promised they should be the objects of her tender care. They had old mammy with them still, but the nurse had flitted eastward months before-^-one good riddance at least,—and by the end of July Morgan was serving out groceries and taking in money as field commissary. A column on frontier campaign with only the clothes it had on and with never a wagon could hardly be expected to be burdened with a safe in which to secure the commissary's "funds. UncleSam has a Simple, way of reimbursing himself in the! event of loss: he stops the commissary's pay until the amount Is covered, and

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commissary may Stop the hungry mouths at home meanwhile as best a«s —that isn't Uncle Sam's business. Morgan had over seven hundred and fifty dollars in "greenbacks" in the lining of his canvas hunting-coat when they reached the southern hills in Ootober, and not a cent of it when they marched out on the 15th. The campaign being virtually over, all danger, hardship, work and heavy responsibility at an end, a staff captain came by rail and stage to take over the funds and stores of the line lieutenant and :harge up to him every cent's worth that had leaked or dribbled from the mule-packs, a species of charging that differed from that expected of a linesman, in that it involved none of the perils, yet promised greater reward. You may be assured this gentleman did not Come without a safe. Morgan, riding from the bivouac to the stage station, a mile away, the very even! of his successor's arrival, was 1 on his horse in Cinnabar canyon, gagged, bound, robbed of his package of greenbacks, all in the flash of a bull's-eye. Picked up, stonned, ten minutes thereafter, he eould not describe his assailants, but c^Hain hard characters with the command, some of the precious gang of recruits just arrived, made off that night with their horses, equipments and everything. Certain civil officials gave chase. There was still hope they might be overhauled and the money captured before they could reach the mining towns. Meantime, Morgan, not severely hurt, was ordered to join his troop. It waa God's mercy that only an hour before the robbery he had counted out every cent for which he was accountable in the presence of Old Tin top and his adjutant, otherwise he would have had to stagger under the accusation of having made away with the money and made up the story.

In vain the rough old campaigner bad sought to cheer Morgan by a -trances that the party sent out in Hmee couldn't help gathering in the robl- rs, who, with one exception, were strangers to the frontier. Mcr.ran groaned in spirit. "No, colonel, it is useless. Luck has been di a against me ever since we furled the Wolverine guidons and I joined the r*. That money will never be found, I

than I was a mouth ago, when it was all 1 could stagger under. It's? only worse and more of it." And here this forty-year-old fatalist turned uwuy am| buried his bearded face, in hi* hands.

And now, a few Weeks later, with a hole in his shoulder and fever in his, veins, Mr. Morgan was being borne' along homeward in a tnukvlHtor, hopeless and siek at heart, totally unconscious of the fact that one man at leu-' t, in the long dusty column looked up to him with an enthusiastic gratitude, oven while looking dmvn on hiin from the saddle, Schramm's riy'Ut li'f? hnd been shot through midway between ankle and knee, tmt thu fraeturo was simple, and the wounded litnb was skillfully dressed, set in splints, and Schramm rode in a litter a wbok or two, as ordered, then his Teutonic prayers took effect on the "II err Wundarl-," and he was allowed to swing the leg over the handsome roan his captain had promised lie should have again as soon fu, ho was able to straddle the beast »nd 'settle the question why he had named hiiu llredow. We had little or no time for war history in the cavalry in those clays.

Morgan could not but note how affectionately Schramm's blue eyes would beam upon him and how full of anxious sympathy wjre his frequent inquiries as to whether there were riot something he could do for the Herr Lieutenant. They sent the two, with others, in together to the old fort on the railway, and Schramm, whose wound wa's the more serious, was much tho sooner recovered, and bust-' ling around as though nothing had happened, while the veteran lieutenant, whose hurt was slight, seemed unable to rally. There are wounds that sap the vital forces worse than knife or bullet. Morgan was fretting himself to death. He broke down utterly when Old ^intop, a month later, came in to see him on his arrival at the post. "Wh^at can I do, colonel?" he moaned. "I am too old to resign and try to find1 employment at home. There's no room for crippled dragoons there. Yet creditors are hounding me, my pay may be stopped any minute to settle this commissary business, and then what will become of my children?"

It was too much for Tintop. He had in his desk that moment the fatal paper received from Washington. It was all very well for the board of survey

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and the department commander to exonerate Lieut. Morgan from blame, but the watch-dogs of the treasury jouldn't allow him to drop that seven hundred and fifty dollars. There was no doubt that he was robbed. The robbers, in fact, deserting recruits en route to the mines, were easily overhauled by experienced frontiersmen who "lit out" in pursuit the moment the affair was heard of. It was scandalous on the part of "tenderfoot toughs" from the far east to rob an army disbursing officer—and expect to get away with the swag. Buckskin Joe, Lopsided Pete, and other local celebrities lost little time in overhauling tho Bowery gang and recovering such val-, aables as they had but who was to overhaul Joe and Pete? The auditor laid Mr. Morgan ought to have kept that money in the safe. The department commander, striving to aid a good soldier, pointed out that they didn't carry safes when on Indian campaigns if they did, they would even less frequently catch the Indians. But it availed nothing. What did the treasury department care whether Indians were caught or not? Mr. Morgan was held to have violated the spirit of his instructions in that he went to Capt. Stone in town to turn over the money, instead of waiting for Capt. Stone to come to him. Then the general pointed out that Morgan was ordered to march with the command at daybreak, and therefore had to turn over the money that night. But the bureau officials couldn't see it. Let Lieut. Morgan get a bill of relief through congress, Said the pragmatic official, well knowing that such bills are the outcome of influence, not innocence. The colonel went to the office, and by way of oomforting himself for the weakness which prompted him to blow his nose and wipe his eyes very often before leaving Morgan, and to kiss Connie and Lot several times after, pitched into Mr. Gray, his perennial ehopping-block, and Gray, finding meekness and silence not what was needed, fired back. They exchanged volleys a minute, Gray having ail the advantage of sense and the colonel of sound, and ended, as usual, by the old man saying he wouldn't give a tinker's dam for an adjutant he couldn't pitch into when he had to pitch into somebody, or that couldn't talk back. "I'm ail broke up about Morgan. Can't we do something to pull him out of his hole?"

So they wrote letters, did the officers, to Morgan's wife's relatives, setting forth how brave and deserving and unfortunate he was, and that something must be done for those children. It's all well enough in the eyes of one's wife's relatives to be brave and deserving, bat they have ho use for a man who is unfortunate. In fact, if he is only fortunate they care very Little how brave he may be, and less for his df E')i**rt answered the colonel's

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out whopper. He furthermore said Tf something had to tie done for those children to go ahead and do it—which was simply indecent. Tintop had a copy made and sent it to ft classmate, ft distinguished officer of engineers whose office was in Detroit, and whose duties made him well known in influential circles, and the colonel made inquiries and sent reports. The boys were well-to-do, in a paying business, both of them and, as for Aunt Lottie, she wasted more money in six months than Would clothe, feed and comfort her army nieces and nephew as many years. "Ilut," said the engineer, "I fancy her husband owes very much more than Mr. Morgan, and the crash may come any day,"

But what Tintop could not do through Morgan's wife's relatives he brought aboilt Jp other vvays_ The engineer

WITH ONE SPRING THE PRUSSIAN WAS AT HER SIDE.

colonel Knew prominent business men who were comrades of Morgan's in the old Wolverine brigade, famous at Gettysburg, Winchester, Five Forks and Appomattox. Some had amassed wealth, many were prominent, all were sympathetic, and when they tool? hold it was with a vim. Meantime, however, valuable time was lost, and poor Morgan was breaking down under his load. Meantime, too, ministering angels, army wives and mothers, none so wealthy that their charity entailed no sacrifice, none so poor that it could not and did not help, moved by that boundless pity and sympathy which motherless little Ones excite, were lending helping hands about the cheerless quarters and bringing grateful tears and smiles to Connie's anxious face. Mrs. Warren, Mrs. Woods and others had laid their matronly heads together and organized a committee of ways and means. Of course nothing could be done to excite Morgan's suspicions or wOund his pride. Connie, too, was old beyond her years and shrank from what might look like dependence, but she was too young to manage household expenses. Old mammy had none but extravagant ideas, as befitted the retainer of a good old southern family, and the father was practically helpless. It was at this stage of the proceedings that Fagan. the veteran striker who had long been on domestic duty for the Morgans, in accordance with the system then in vogue, was taken down with acute rheumatism and went to hospital, and that Private Schramm, who for days had never missed an opportunity of inquiring for the lieutenant and occasionally lending a helping hand, came suddenly into prominence. Somebody had to be detailed as Morgan's "striker." There were always quite a number of the enlisted men who were eager to be placed on such duty, thereby earning, five dollars a month, living on better rations, escaping guard duty, drills and roll-calls, having only to bring in wood and water, black boots, clean equipments, etc. Schramm was reserved, temperate, studious, a model young soldier, daily aoquiring more thorough knowledge of military duty and of the English language as spoken by the blue-ooats on the border. Two or three times the doctor, finding him hovering about the quarters, had sent him over to the hospital for medicine, or the like, and Schramm, salu with Teutonic precision, had obe every ordfer with soldierly alacrity More than onoe when Fagan, groaning and coughing and wheezing in the keen wintry air, seemed unable to bear his burden of firewood into the house, Schramm had laughingly lent his ald^ and one evening he came suddenly ut-4 the tall, slender, fragile form of Connie staggering into the kitchen door, heavily laden with logs. With one spring tho Prussian was at her side, the blue eyes kindling, and he who hitherto hod never presumed to address the "gnadige fraulein" exoept with hand at temple and heels alick, briskly dispossessed her of her' load, and bore it into the sitting-room, where Lot and Billy were squabbling over their blocks in the wintry gloaming, and Connie blushed to her temples as she thanked the stalwart young soldier, onoe more standing erect and brushing the barkdust from his overcoat. "Father sent Fagan to town," she explained, "and he should hare been home an hour ago. We are so mueh obliged to *you, Sohr-r-r-amm." And Schr-r-r-ftmm seemed-so hard a word to say that she blushed still more, hesitated and stammered—she who, garrisonbred, had never heard the private soldier addressed in any other way. tt was that evening, later, that old Fagan declared himself all broke up, which meant just the opposite, that he had broken down and must quit work. Mrs. Turner, a light-hearted and thoughtless young matron, was sitting with Connie at the moment. "He'll go to hospital, won't he?" she said. "Then how much better it will

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have Schramm." But, to Mrs. Turner's surprise, Connie promptly declared she would not have Schramm. "Why-y, I thought he was so devoted to your father—so nice in every way." "Certainly," said Connie, with decision? "he is devoted to father, and he is simply altogether too nice to be put on any such duty."

"Did you ever know so strange a child?" said Mrs. Turner, telling of the conversation a little later. "She fairly put me down as though I were a chit of fifteen—like herself." "Ye-ea, instead of being old enough to bo her mother," suggested a fair rival, mischievously, and Mrs. Turner bridled, but said no more.

But Manning, too, fell into error. Informed by his first sergeant at tattoo that Fagan was down sick and the lieutenant without a striker, in alf kindness and desire to help he asked who would bo the best man to send, and the sergeant promptly, answered: "Schramm. Schramm was all the time over there, and doubtless he would be glad to take the detail," Manning hesitated a moment. He had other views for this young soldier, whose usefulness in the troop could become very great as soon as be mastered a little more English. But he called him forthwith. Schramm was among hid comrades, awaiting the assembly signal, and, summoned abruptly, he stood attention in afoot of snow and answered "Zu Befehl, Herr® Ilittrneiste.r," before he could catch himself and blurt out: "Ca-Capitan." His gloved hand remained, Prussian fashion, in salute. "Schramm, I hate to lose you from the troop, but would you care to go to Lieut. Morgan's as orderly?" "I, Herr Rittmeister?"

The roll of the r's was almost like that of a drum. The blood mounted to his cheeks. He stammered, looked utterly bewildered, stumbled, and between embarrassment and sense of subordination stood meekly mute. "Don't you want to go?" asked Manning/ "Bitte, Herr Capitan, unless I haf it to do." "Oh, no, by no means. I supposed you'd really like it," said Manning. "I would much rather you didn't. That's all." And Schramm nearly fell over himself in the effort to salute and face about in a foot-deep drift and escape before the Herr Rittmeister might change his mind. "Whom can we send, sergeant? I want a good, steady man, for Mr. Morgan is fax from mending." "Well, sir, there's Penner he ain't good for nothing else."

And so it came to pass that Penner, a. mild-mannered, moony young barbarian, went gladly to duties with which he was far more familiar than the grooming of frolicsome steeds and the tramping of lonely sentry-posts. And Schramm, redoubling the assiduity of his attention to military duties, none the less kept up his frequent visits to the Morgans' quarters, modestly presenting himself at the rear door and laboriously inquiring how the Herr Lieutenant had passed the night and whether he could do aught to serve him during the day. Penner was soon sufficiently domesticated to answer these queries himself, but not infrequently Constance came to answer the soldier's knook, and then at sight of the gnadige Fraulein Schramm's manner would become simply extravagant in precision and deference. Within the week after he declined the place the soldiers were saying Schramm "wouldn't be dog-robber, but was bossing Penner's job aU the same." And certain it was that Penner owed much of his usefulness to the suggestions of his better-informed eountryman. Meantime, Mrs. Warren and Mrs. Woods were doing all that lay in their power to help about the house, and another loving woman, who devoted two hours each morning to the lessons of her own little ones, had induced Constance to send Lot and BiUy to her as recruits in the kindergarten and the officers, dropping in each evening to cheer the old man up a bit, still striving to hold from him the fact that the treasury department had proved deaf to all martial appeals in his behalf, were made glad one bitter evening by a dispatch from the Wolverine senator. The old Michigan brigade had still "a pull and Tintop himself went whistinfir down the line to tell Morgan the glad news that he had friends at court. "Bill of relief for Morgan will be presented," wired the magnate. "Meantime, no stoppage allowed." "Who could have fixed this for me?" asked Morgeif. gratefuUy, with glistenlngeyes. "Oh, your friends' at home did it," answered Tintop, promptly, with pardonable thought of how much stirring the friends at the front had first to do. "What they ought to stir about now is to -help you with these—these—other dont mean pay them for you, oourse—you wouldn't want them to do that—but fix it so that you could capitalise *em some way raise a little fund that you oould repay at BO much a month with six per cent. Interest, and then wipe out all these pressing thing*"

Poor Morgan! his first thought had been that now he eould order a suitable headetooe for Carrie's lonely grave. [TO BB CONTINUED,]

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