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The east bound train that day left without one of its promised passengers —Miss Maynard. She was needed, said the civil authorities, as a possible wit ness in the robbery case. Wild, stirring, marvelous was the rumor that went from house to house before 11 o'clock that Mrs. Barry's companion and pro tegee, the lovely New England girl, had been accused by the police of guilty knowledge of, if not complicity in, the burglaries and that, though not arrested and taken to town, she was under sur veillance and confined to the house. One man when he heard it boiled over with wrath and misery. That was Ronald Maynard. Scorning his sister's argu ments and entreaties, he had limped across the piazza, rung at tho BarrjV door and begged to bo admitted.' He found Mrs. Stannard tearful, but calm and collected, Mrs. Barry reclining on her couch, her white hand.,- gently toy ing with the glossy, wavy blond masses of hair that rippled all down over pool Nathalie's back and shoulders as she knelt there, her face buried in Mrs. Barry's bosom, abandoned to her grief. She did not even hear or heed the bell, did not know who had come or that any one had come, until she heard these words: "Mrs. Staunard—Mrs. Barry—I've heard this most cruel accusation, and I've come to say I don't believe a word of it, and I won't rest until I've got at the truth.'' The servant after admitting him still stood at the parlor door, looking doubt fully after the young officer and danc ing Inquiringly at Mrs. Stannard as though to ask if she had done right or wrong. Mrs. Barry, without turning or disturbing Nathalie, held out her thin white hand, a smile of welcome and pleasure on her face, and as Maynard stepped forward and eagerly clasped the proffered hand ho bowed low over it and over the beautiful, rippling tresses of the girl's humbled head. His eyes, clouded with distress and sympathy, gazed one moment into those of the in valid and then sought the kneeling form. No woman that ever lived, unbe reft of tho faculties God has given her, could have failed to read the infinite yearning in the brave young face, the love and tenderness and longing that shone in his fine, truthful eyes. Mrs. Barry read and saw unerringly, and her heart went out to him as she drew the sobbing girl closer to her side. Natha lie, too, seemed conscious of his nearer presence. She was striving to check the violence of her emotion and had in stinctively moved a little, as though to make room for him or possibly to draw a trifle away. His knee was almost at her shoulder. Mrs. Stannard half turned. "It is all right," she said in a low tone to the still lingering servant. "You may go," and slowly and almost reluctantly the maid withdrew. They heard her voice the next moment in the dining room as though answering a question. Lieu tenant Maynard," she said, "to see Mrs. Barry," whereat Mrs. Staunard looked in some surprise into the room beyond, but no one was then in sight. "It was the cook, I fancy," said Mrs. Barry. "She usually comes to me about this time each day to get her orders, and being a very particular, not to say su perior, person, sho did not wish in her kitchen attire to come into tho presence of gentlemen. Bridget is quite a swell when she goes to town. Do sit down awhile, Mr. Maynard. We are all glad to see you," and again her arm seemed more closely to encircle Nathalie. "It is good to hear your voice again, espe cially when you say such good words." Only too willingly Maynard found a chair and drew it toward the couch. Nathalie mado an effort to rise, but Mrs. Barry held her firmly, murmuring some encouraging words in her ear. Then Mrs. Stannard came forward again. "I think I will go over home awhilo now and look after matters there. Then I'll come to you again, Mrs. Barry. Mr. Maynard will have a chance to talk with you while I'm gone. Again Mrs. Barry held out her hand. "You have been ever so good to us, and we'll be glad indeed when you can come back, both of us. Would you mind tell ing cook to make a little tea now for Nathalie?" The kneeling girl shook her head, in protest, but unavailingly. Mrs. Stannard disappeared through the din ing room door and went to the kitchen just beyond. Sho returned in a moment. "Bridget isn't thero, but I told Mary. She thinks Bridget may have gone up stairs a moment. She left her in tho dining room. Mary will make the tea.'' "I didn't hear her go up," said Mrs. Barry, "but it may be. She's the quiet- "Mrs. Stannard—Mrs. Barry—I've hcura this crucl accusation." est creature I ever had about the house despite her apparent weight. Thank you ever so much, Mrs. Stannard. I suppose there is no use in our writing to our respective majors again. They reach Laramie today, do they not, Mr. Mavnard?" By CAPT. CHAS. KINO, U. S. Army "I think so," was the answer, "isn't there a map of Nebraska in the mr.jor's den? I can show you just how they are marching in. The doctor and I figured it out on his map this morning before— before we heard of this." And again he glanced at Nathalie's bowed head. "It's hanging there on the east wall, between the windows," said Mrs. Barry, and rising and stepping quickly across tho hall Maynard entered the narrow apartment in the "lean to" whioh Barry used as his study, office, library and general loafing place. It opened into Mrs. Barry's bedroom, as did also the little hall. A pair of heavy Navajo blankets hung in the connect ing doorway, tho floor was covered with a thick carpet, underneath which were several thicknesses of newspaper—the universal expedient of the old frontier days for keeping out the Wyoming gales. Tho windows still wore their winter battens of cotton, and the nar row den was as snug and secure from drafts as any house at Russell could be made, and yet something had occur red to disturb those Navajo curtains within fivo seconds, for one of them was swinging back as though it had just been blown in by a puff of wind. Maynard looked at it in some surprise, but the heavy folds quickly settled to rest. He did not consider it his prov ince to search for the cause in Mrs. Barry's room. The rear window might be open, or the kitchen door which stood beyond the arched entrance to the diu ing room. Lifting the map from its hook, he turned to retrace his steps, and right at the foot of the stairs met Nath alie. With bowed head and averted eyes she brushed by him and hastened up to her room. "She was so agitated and distressed, Mr. Maynard," explained his hostess, as the young fellow returned to the par lor. "that I had to let her go to bathe tier face. She'll be down again before long." But this proved delusive. Mrs. Stan nard remained a few moments to look over the map while Maynard pointed out where the battalion had been en gaged with the Cheyennes, the line of flight of the latter to the northern agencies and the probablo homeward course of the regiment, and then she took her departure. Mary, the maid, presently came in with tea and was told to take it up to Miss Baird, which she did, and on her return was asked if Bridget was up stairs as had been reported, and Mary, with a puzzled face, said, "No neither was she in her own room back of the kitchen." But a minute later, after the maid had retired, Bridget's voice was heard in the kitchen, and speedily she herself approached the parlor door, but stood respectfully and modestly back in the dining room and inquired with great deference of manner was Mrs. Barry needing auything? "Not now, Bridget," was the an swer. "I needed you a few moments ago to make some tea for Miss Baird." "I'm so sorry, mum," said the invis ible domestic. "I had just stepped over to Mrs. Gregg's a moment after coming in to see if anything was wanted. Isn't there something I can do now, ma'am?" "Nothing, thank you, Bridget, unless you'll stop up to Miss Baird and see if you cannot suggest something to coax her appetite." Whereupon Bridget's footsteps were heard passing through the bedroom into tho hall and so on up the stairs, the goddess of the kitchen thereby coyly defeating the possibility of being seen in the garb of her servi tude as well as avoiding the parlor as a thoroughfare—not so easy a matter to teach to frontier "help," "A most excellent, faithful crea ture," said Mrs. Barry to her visitor, "and so good tempered! She's worth six of her predecessors.'' "I hope she will prevail on Miss Baird to eat something," said Maynard anxiously. "She seems to have been so ill for days and weeks." "Poor child, yes," was the answer, "and she has had enough to drive a girl distraoted! Of course, Mr. Maynard, you must have heard something of her singular adventures of late." "I have both sqen and heard some thing, Mrs. Barry,"was the prompt reply, "and I'll stake my all it's—it's to her credit, not to her discredit, if anything. Surely that man must be some kin of her people. It cannot be anything else.'' Ho was glad of a chance to champion her causo, glad to show Mrs. Barry the depth of his faith and trust in her, aud yet there was that in his tone which told her be had been harshly tried and that ho longed for the support of her opinion. "That is my conviction, too, Mr. Maynard," eho said, "but the poor girl will not oven admit that. There is some tie or obligation, but what cannot im agine. It i3 all powerful. She seems to have pledged her word to silence about him. I'm praying for the major's re turn, for then I shall havo some one to advise us* bolli. Oh, what did Miss Baird say, Bridget?" And from the hall came tbo reply nf the still invisible me:se""ir. "ili:-: (Baird thinks sho would ..iier not to eat anything just now. bho is i::g down, ma'am, but by r.n.1 by sho will. I feel sure. I'll just broil her some chicken, ma'am." I And then abruptly Bridget broke 0.7, for a quick, soldierly step v.as heard 0:1 the creaking boards without, aud Brid'jr jet hastened through tho hail before I the clang of the doorbell resounded, "That's one thing 12ridr et will not do, I explained Mrs. Barry, with a quiet I smile. "She insists that Mary must at tend door. She'd walk tho length of tho back yards of the aarrison to find her rather than tend door herself. Thero goes Mary." It was the orderly, with tho 001:1- mantling officer's compliments,' ana ne desired to see Lieutenant Maynard at once, and in sore disappointment May nard had to rise and go. "Remember what I say, Mrs. Barry," he repeated as he again bowed over her extended hand. "I shan't rest until I find out the truth about this robbery business and clear her utterly. It can be done and it shall be done." "I hope so,,." came the answer, with a sigh. "I hope so, yet everything seems so dark for her just now, and how can we get at the truth?" No wouder she asked herself as May nard limped away how it was possible a raw, inexperienced subaltern could discover anything when the police officials had done their best and failed. They had searched and ransacked every doubtful resort, every suspected house, shop or saloon in town, and not a tige had been found of the stolen prop erty, nor a trace of the perpetrators be yond tho wagon tracks, lost all too soon in the general rut of traffic in the busy frontier town. It was but a short distance to the ad jutant's office, and there Maynard found Captain Walters pacing impatiently the floor of tho long room in the old head quarters building. Ho turned sharply as the young officer's halting step was heard and spoko impetuously: "Mr. Maynard, I'm told" you have It was the orderly, with tho commanding ofliccr'x compliments. had some knowledge of this man they call Boston besides the affair in town the day you tumbled him off your horsp." Mayuard on entering had instinctive ly assumed the position of a soldier and stood there in the presence of the tem porary post commander erect and hold ing his cane and forage cap in his hand. The instant the captain began to speak the faint color faded from Maynard's face. In a moment he was pale as death. Looking straight at his com mander, he uttered not a word. "Why don't you answer?" snapped Walters, glancing irritably at the sub altern. "I've had enough worry over this matter to drive a man distracted. Either you have or you haven't. Now whioh is it?" And still for another moment there was silence, and then Maynard spoke. "I do not know, sir." "You don't know? Why, that's rot, Mr. Maynard! You must know whether you havo ever encountered that man be fore. Men of his strength and size are not easily mistaken.'' Again a pause before the answer came: "And yet, captain, I cannot say. I am telling you just as I would have to answer before a court. The only time I ever saw his face was that day in town —the day he headed the gang that took our horses." The commanding officer sharply turn ed and struck the bell on his table, am' almost instantly a young lieutenant ot infantry appeared at the room. It was Warner, the temporary adjutant of the post. "Mr. Warner, bring Mr. Cook in here," said Walters sharply, "and you come too." The lieutenant beckoned to somo one who was evidently in readiness for (he summons. A powerfully built, gray eyed, impassive sort of man in a loose fitting business suit appeared at the doorway and silently awaited the cap tain's words. "I've called you in here, Mr. Cook, and you, Mr. Warner, to hear what ex planation this officer can give of the matter that has been brought to my ears. You persist in saying, Mr. May nard, that you never saw this fellow Boston except that day in town?" "I have never made that statement, captain," answered Maynard, flushing painfully now, for the position in which he was placed was awkward enough without any misrepresentation of his words. At a nod from the captain Mr. Warner and the stranger had taken chairs, but Maynard, tho invalid, was still kept standing attention. Warner was several years his senior, but the young fellow had "taken to him," as the army expression went, from the day Warner first called to see him as he lay fretting at the Stannards. Even now the latter could not resist the impulse that prompted him to look to Warner for strength and sympathy, and the brown eyes answered the mute appeal and said, if ever eyes could speak "Standfast. I'm with you." Walters slowly lowered himself into his chair, glaring the while impressive ly at tho troubled face of tho young sol dier. It had again turned1white. "Why, Mr. Maynard, not three min utes ago you said right here you never saw him except that day in town"— "Pardon me, captain. I said tho only time I over saw his face was that day in town." "Then you admit having seen his form if not his face—admit having seen him all the same.'' "No, sir, I do not even admit that. Once or twice I saw a form that resem bled his very strongly. That's all I can say.'' Where was it?" Another painful pause. Maynard was young and inexperienced. He did not know how far he might be justified in declining to answer across examination that must drag from him the whole truth that be had so religiously kept to himself rather than reveal what he had seen and heard and suffered and thereby probably surround her dear name witn renewed shame and suspioion. From the spirit and letter of the truth he could not deviate a hairbreadth. Neither on tbo night of that strange adventure in front of Barry's quarters nor the miser able afternoon when he saw the huge bnlk of this objectionable fetranger bend ing over that slender form away down the row had he seen a single feature of the stranger's face. Now it seemed as though the commanding officer was bent on dragging from him everything he knew, and vaguely he felt that this was not that officer's prerogative and that so long as he held such sublime faith in Nathalie Baird's innocence of all complicity in or knowledge of the recent robbery it was not only a right but a duty to refuse to reveal anything that might involve her in deeper trou ble. Whether right or wrong in this be lief. Maynard had made up his mind. Captain Walters should find out noth ing new at fcer expense if a stubborn stand on his part could prevent it. Of the meeting between her and the big stranger down by the end set of quar ters known as No. 1 everybody at the post apparently was informed. But so far as he knew not a soul in the garrison but himself had any knowledge of his meeting with that burly and muscular prowler under Nathalie's window the night of the hop. All this flashed through his mind and determined his action before ho finally answered: "I saw a man of that general descrip tion one afternoon down by No. 1, but I was sitting on Major Stannard's piazza away at this end of the row." "Yes, sir, we know all about that. A dozen people saw him talkfng with Miss Baird. Aud he resembled the man called Boston, did he?" "In figure aud in general build, yes, sir." "And now the other occasion, when, as reported to me, you met him face to face. How about that?" Silence again for a moment, and again Maynard glauced at Warner for sup port, and again the deep brown eyes seemed to say. "Stand your ground." Maynard really knew nothing about the matter aud that it was useless to ques tion further, the energetic and now thoroughly aroused lady decided that she must go, and go at once. So, despite her cherished friend's remonstrances, she bade her adieu, declaring she had faithfully promised to be at Mrs. Ray's 20 minutes ago, and so hastened to the door, only to be there confronted by a sight that gave her pause. Mr. Warner, the acting adjutant, accompanied by a stout party in gray business suit, had just entered the gate and met her face to face. Warner politely raised his cap and smilingly asked if they could see Mrs. Stannard a moment. Mrs. Turner didn't know, but would inquire. So she re- Miss Maynard herself opened the Stan nards' door to let her in. turned and asked Miss Maynard, and Miss Maynard went into the dining room and tapped at Mrs. Stannard's door. No answer. She peeped in. No one was there. An appeal to the servanc resulted in the information that Mrs. Stannard had stepped out through the kitchen and gone around to Mrs. Bar ry's, thereby, as was at once apparent, dodging Mrs. Turner and her inevitable questionings, and a flush that extended beyond the customary limits was on that injured lady's faco as she commu nicated to Mr. Warner the information that they would probably find Mrs. Staunard at Mrs. Barry's, next door. Should she go and call her? Warner said no, thanks, they had also to seo Mr. Mavnard, aud they would go right up to his room. And go they did, leaving her aud Miss Maynard gazing after them up the narrow stairway aud listening for the colloquy that would follow the knock at the young officer's door. They heard him say almost heartily: "Ob, come right in, Warner! I'm so glad you're here," and then, with certain coldness and hesitation: "Why, certainly, if you say so! 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