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A TALE OF THE FRONTIER -SYNOPSIS. Major McDonald, commanding an army f»ost near Fort Dodge, seeks a man to ntercept his daughter, Molly, who la headed for the post. An Indian outbreak Is threatened. “Brick" Hamlin, ser*- geant who has Just arrived with mes sages to McDonald, volunteers for the mission. Molly arrives at Fort Ripley two days ahead of schedule. She decides to push on to Fort Dodge by stage in company with “Sutler Bill” Moylan. Gon zales, a gambler, is also a passenger. Hamlin meets the stage with stories of depredations committed by tho Indians. The driver deserts the stage when Indi ans appear. The Indians are repulsed In attacks on the stage. Moylan and Gonsulea are killed. Hamlin and Molly plan to escape in the darkness by way of a gully. Molly is wounded and Ham lin carries her. They cross a river and go into hiding. Tho Indians discover their escape and start pursuit, but go in the wrong direction. Hamlin is much excited at finding a haversack marked C. 8. A. Ho explains to Molly that he was in the Confederate service and dismissed in dis graco under charges of cowardice. At the eloso of the war he enlisted in the regu lar service. Ho says the haversack was •the property of one Capt. LeFevre, who he suspects of being responsible for his disgrace and for whom he has been hunting iv»r since. Troops appear on the scene. Under escort of Lieut. Gas kins Molly starts to Join her father. Hamlin leaves to rejoin his regiment. Hamlin returns to Fort Dodge after a summer of fighting Indians, and finds Mollv there. Shots are heard in tho night accompanied by the call of the fientry. Hamlin rushes out. sees what he believes is the flgtiro of Molly hiding in the darkness and falls over tho body of Lieutenant Gaskins, who has been wounded. The officer accuses Hamlin of shooting him and the sergeant Is ar rested. CHAPTER XIV.—Continued. Voices reached him from outside, echoing In through the high. Iron harred window, but they were distant, the words indistinguishable. As his brain cleared ho gave no further thought to his own predicament, only considering how he could best divert suspicion from her. It was all a con fused maze. Into the mystery of which ho was unable to penetrate. That It was Molly McDonald shrinking there In the dark corner of the barracks wall ho had no doubt. She might not have recognized him, or Imagined that ho saw her, but that spear of light had certainly revealed a face not to be mistaken. White as It was, hag gard- with terror, half concealed by straggling hair, the Identification was nevertheless complete. Tho very plt eousness of expression appealed to him. She was not a girl easily fright ened; no mere promiscuous shooting, however startling, would have brought that look lo her face. He had seen her In danger before, had tested her coolness under Are. This meant some thing altogether different. What? Could It bo that Gaskins had wronged the girl, had Insulted her, and that slio. In response, had shot him down? In the darkness of conjecture there seemod no other adequate explanation. The two were intimate; the rumor of an engagement was already circulat ing about tho garrison. And the strick en man had endeavored to shift the blame on him. Hamlin could not be- Hove this wns done through any de sire to Injure; the Lieutenant had no cause for personal dislike which would account for such an accusation. Thoy had only met once, and then briefly. There wns no rivalry between them, no animosity. To bo sure, Gas klnB had been domineering, threaten ing to report a small breach of discip line, but In this his words und actions had been no more offensive than wns common untong young officers of his quality. The Sergeant had passed all memory of that long ago. It never occurred to him now as of the slight est Importance. Far more probable did it appear that Gaskins’ only mo tivo was lo shield the girl from pos sible suspicion. When ho had realized that Hamlin was a prisoner, that for somo reason ho had been seized for tho crime, he had grasped the oppor tunity to point him out ns the nssas sln, and thus delny pursuit. The chancoB wore the wounded man did not even recognize who the victim was—ho had blindly grasped at the first straw. Hut supposo he had been mistaken? Suppose that woman hiding there was tome one else? Supposo he had imag ined a resemblance in that sudden flash of revealmont? What then? Would slio care enough to como to him when Bho learned of tho arrest? He laughed at tho thought, yet It was u bitter laugh, for It brought back a now realization of the chasm between them. Major McDonald's daughter In teresting horself In a guard-house prisoner! More than likely she would promptly forget that she had ever be fore heard his name. He got up and paced the cell, not ing as he did so how closely he was watched by the guard. By Randall Parrish Author Of Keith ot the ■feorderr My Lady o/ DoubfT My Lady oftfto ftoiuhV cfc.cfc. / COPyRKJMT IMS BY A.C.M'CLUftG ft CQI "Hare you heard how badly the Lieutenant was hurt?” he aßked, ap proaching the door. The sentry glanced down the corri dor. “Haflrt pull out, alt right,” he re wind confidentially, his Ups close to the (foor. “Nothin’ vital punctured. You better go to bed, an’ forget It till mornin’.” “All right, pardner,” and Hamlin returned to the cot. "Turn the light down a little, will you? There, that’s better. My conscience won’t trouble me, but that glare did.” With his face to the stone wall he fell asleep. » CHAPTER XV. An Old Acquaintance. It was late in the forenoon when the heavily armed guard marched Hamlin across to the commandant’s office. He had been surprised at the delay, but had enjoyed ample oppor tunity to plan a course of action, and decide how best to meet the questions which would bo asked. He could clear himself without Involving her, with out even a mention of her presence, and this knowledge left'him confident and at ease. There were half a dozen officers gathered In the small room, the gray bearded Colonel In command, sitting behind a table, with Major McDonald at his right, and the others-wherever they could find standing room. “Sergeant,” the Colonel said rather brusquely, “you came In last night with ’M’ troop, did you not?” "Yes, sir.” “Had you ever met Lieutenant Gas kins before?” “Once; he pulled me out of a bad scrape with a bunch of Indians out on the trail a few months ago.” “The same affhlr I spoke to you about,” commented McDonald quietly. “The attack on the stage.” The Colonel nodded, without remov ing his eyes from the Sergeant's face. “Yes, I know about that,” he said. "And that was the only occasion of your meeting?” “Yes, sir.” "Well, Sergeant Hamlin, I purpose being perfectly frank with you. There are two or three matters not easily explained about this affair. I am sat isfied of your Innocence; that you were not directly concerned in the shooting of Lieutenant Gaskins. Men of your troop state that you were in barracks when the shots were fired, and the wound was not made by a service revolver, but by a much small er weapon. Yet there are circum stances which puzzle us, but which, no doubt, you can explain. Two shots had been fired from your revolver," “You Better Go to Bed an’ Forget It Till Mornln’.” and he pushed the weapon across the table. “I rode ahead of the troop In march yesterday,” Hamlin explained, "and fired twice at a jack-rabbit. I must hnve neglected to replace the cart ridges. Private Stone was with me.” “Why did you submit to arrest so easily, without any attempt to clear yourßelf?” The Sergeant’s gray eyes smiled, but his response was quietly respect ful. "1 was condemned before I really knew what had occurred, sir. The sentry, the Sergeant of the guard, and the Lieutenant all insisted that 1 was guilty. They permitted me no opportunity to explain. I thought It just as well to remain quiet, and let the affair straighten itself out.” “Yet your action threw us complete ly off the trail," broke in McDonald Impatiently. “It permitted the really guilty parties to escape. Did you see any one?” “Black smudges merely. Major, ap parently running toward the ravine. My eyes were blinded, leaping from a lighted room.” McDonald leaned forward eagerly, one band tapping the table. “Was one of them a woman?” he questioned sharply. Hamlin’s heart leaped into his throat, but he held hlmßelf motionless. “They were indistinguishable, sir; mere shadows. Have you reason to suspect there may have been a woman involved?” The Major leaned back in his chair, but the commandant, after a glance at his officer, answered: "The pistol used was a small one, such as a woman might carry, and there are marks of a woman’s shoe plainly visible at the edge of the ra vine. Lieutenant Gaskins was alone when he left the officers’ club five min utes before the firing began. You are sure you have never had any contro versy with this officer?” “Perfectly sure, sir. We have never met except on the one occasion nl ready referred to, and then scarcely a dozen words were exchanged.” “How then, Sergeant,” and the Col onel spoke very soberly, “do you ac count for his denouncing you as his assassin ?" “I presumed he was Influenced by my arrest, Bir; that the shock had af fected his brain.” “That supposition will hardly an swer. The Lieutenant Is not severely wounded, and this morning appears to be perfectly rational. Yet he insists you committed the assault; even re fers to you by name.” The accused man pressed one hand to hlB forehead in bewilderment “He still Insists I Bhot him?" “Yes; to be frank, he’s rather bitter about It, and no facts we have brought to bear have any apparent weight. He swears he recognized your face in the flare of the first discharge.” The Sergeant stood silent, motion less. his gaze on the Colonel's face. "I do not know what to say, sir,” he answered Anally. “I was not there, and you all know it from the men of my troop. There has been no trouble between Lieutenant Gaskins and my self, and I can conceive of no reason why he should desire to Involve me in this affair—unless,” he paused doubt fully; “unless, sir, he really knows who shot him, and Is anxious to shift the blame elsewhere to divert sus picion." "You mean he may be seeking to shield the real culprit?" “That Is the only explanation that occurs to me, sir.” The Colonel stroked his beard nerv ously, his glance wandering to the faces of the other officers. “That might be possible,” he ac knowledged regretfully, “although I should dislike to believe any officer of my command would be deliberately guilty of so despicable an act. How ever, all we can do now Is endeavor to uncover the truth. You are dis charged from arrest. Sergeant Ham lin, and will return to your troop.” Hamlin passed out the door Into the sunshine, dimly conscious that his guarded answers had not been entire ly satisfactory to those left behind. Yet he had said all he could say, all he dared say. More and more firmly there has been Implanted in his mind a belief that Molly McDonald was somehow involved in this unfortunato affair, and that her name must be protected at all hazard. This theory alone would seem to account for Gas kins' efforts to turn suspicion, and when this was connected with the al ready known presence of a woman on the scene, and the smallness of the weapon used, the evidence seemed conclusive. As far as his own duty was con cerned. the Sergeant felt no doubt. Whatever might be the cause, there was no question In his mind but that she was fully justified In her action. Disliking the Lieutenant from the first, and ns strongly attracted by the girl, his sympathies were now entire ly with her. If she had shot him. then it was for some insult, some out rage, and ho was ready to protect her with his life. He stopped, glancing back at the closed door, tempted to return and ask permission to Inter view Gaskins personally. Then the uselessness of such procedure re curred to him; the fact nothing could result from their meeting but disappointment and recrimination. The man evidently disliked him, and would resent any Interference; he had some thing to conceal, something at stake for which he would battle strenuous ly. It would be better to let him alone at present, and try to uncover a clue elsewhere. Later, with more facts In his possession, he could face the Lieutenant and compel his acknowl edgment. These considerations caused him to turn sharply and walk straight toward the ravine. Yet his Investiga tions there brought few results. On the upper bank were the marks of a woman's shoe, a Blender footprint clearly defined, but the lowei portion of the ravine waa rocky, and the trail soon lost. He passed down beyond the stables, realizing how easily the fugitives, under cover of darkness, could have escaped. The stable guard could have seen nothing from his sta tion, and just below was the hard packed road leadliig to the fiver and the straggling town. There was noth ing to trace, and Hamlin climbed back up the bluff completely baffled but des perately resolved to unlock the mys tery. The harder the solution ap peared, the more determined he be came to solve It. As he came out, op posite the barrack entrance, a car riage-drove in past the guard-house, the guard presenting arms, and cir cled the parade In the direction of of ficers’ row. It contained a soldier driver and two ladies, and the Ser geant's face blushed under its tan as he recognized Miss McDonald. Would she notice him—speak to him? The man could not forbear lifting his eyes to her face aB the carriage swept by. He saw her glance toward him, smile, with a little gesture of, recognition, and stood there bareheaded, his heart throbbing wildly. With that look, that smile, he instantly realized two facts of Importance—she was willing to meet him on terms of friendship, and she had not recognized him the evening previous as he ran past her in the dark. Hamlin, his thoughts entirely cen tered upon Miss McDonald, had scarce- "I Do Not Know What to Say, Sir,” ha Answered Finally. ]y noted her companion, yet as he lin gered while the carriage drew up be fore the Major's quarters, seemed to remember vaguely that-sho was a strikingly beautiful blonde, with face shadowed by a broad hat. Although larger, and with light fluffy hair and blue eyes, the lady’s features were strangely like those of her slightly younger companion. The memory of these grew clearer before the Ser geant—the whltenesß of the face, the sudden lowering of the head; then he knew her; across the chasm of years her identity smote him as a blow; his breath came quickly and his An gers clenched. ‘‘My God!" he muttered, uncon sciously. “That was Vera! She has changed, wonderfully changed, but— but she knew me. What, in Heaven's name, can she be doing here, and — with Molly?” With Btralnlng eyes he stared after them until they both disappeared to gether within the bouse. Miss Mc- Donald glanced back toward him once almost shyly, but the other never turned her head. The carriage drove away toward the stables. Feeling as though he had looked upon a ghost, Hamlin turned to enter the barracks. An Infantry soldier leaned negligently In the doorway smoking. ‘‘You're the sergeant who saved that girl down the trail, ain't yer?" be asked Indolently. "Thought bo; I was one o' Gaßklns' men.” Hamlin accepted the hand thrust forth, but with mind elsewhere. “Do you happen to know who that was with Miss McDonald?" he asked. "Didn't see ’em, only their backs as they went In—nice lookin' blonde?” "Yes; rather tall, with very light hair.” "Oh, that's Mrs. Dupont." "Mrs. Dupont?" the name evidently a surprise; “wife of one of the offl cers?" “No, she's no army dame. Hus band's a cattleman. Got a range on th» Cowskln, south o' here, but I rec kon the missus don't like that sorter thing much. Lives In St. Louis most ly, but has been stoppln’ with the Mc- Donalds fer a month er two now. Heerd she was a niece o’ the Major’s, an' reckon she must be, er thar’d been a flare up long ago. She’B a high fly er, she Is. an' she’s got the Leftenant ■ goln' all right." “Gaskins?” "Sure; he's a lady-killer, but thet’s 'bout all the kind o’ killer he U, fer as I ever noticed —one o' yer he-fllrts. 'ihar ain't hardly an officer In this garrison thet ain't Just achin’ fer ter kick that squirt, but ther women—oh, Lord; they think he's a little tin god on wheels. Beats hell, don’t it, what money will do fer a damn fool?” (TO BE CONTINUED.) Plain Inference. Tm bent on this thing." "Then I know it'e crooked." , ■ *Vti Mn. Winslow's Soothing fiyrup for Children teething, softens the gums, reduces inflamma tiongaUsjrs pain,cures wind colic J6c a bottled* All His Own. 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