"I _did_!--when?"
Though the face was downcast, the sensitive lips began to quiver with merriment and mischief.
"The same day you took me for--your mother--and asked me to sing for you."
"Angela!" he cried, in amaze, and turning quickly toward her, "What can you mean?"
"Just what I say. You began as though I were your sister, then your mother. I think, perhaps, if we"d had another hour together it would have been grandmother." She was shaking with suppressed laughter now, or was it violent trembling, for his heart, like hers, was bounding.
"I must indeed have been delirious," he answered now, not laughing, not even smiling. He had possessed himself of that other hand, despite its fluttering effort. His voice was deep and grave and tremulous. "I called you anything but what I most longed to call you--what I pray G.o.d I may call you, Angela--my wife!"
L"ENVOI
There was a wedding at Sandy that winter when Pat Mullins took his discharge, and his land warrant, and a claim up the Beaver, and Norah Shaughnessy to wife. There was another, many a mile from Sandy, when the May blossoms were showering in the orchard of a fair old homestead in the distant East, and then Neil Blakely took his bride to see "the land of the leal" after the little peep at the lands that now she shared with him. There is one room in the beautiful old Colonial mansion that they soon learned to call "father"s," in antic.i.p.ation of the time when he should retire and come to hang the old saber on the older mantel and spend his declining years with them. There is another, sacred to Aunt Janet, where she was often welcomed, a woman long since reconciled to Angela"s once "obnoxious," but ever devoted admirer. There were some points in which Aunt Janet suffered sore. She had views of her own upon the rearing and management of children, and these views she did at first oppose to those of Angela, but not for long. In this, as in her choice of a husband, Angela had to read her declaration of independence to the elder woman.
There is another room filled with relics of their frontier days,--Indian weapons, blankets, beadwork,--and among these, in a sort of shrine of its own, there hangs a portrait made by a famous artist from a little tintype, taken by some wandering photographer about the old Apache reservation. Wren wrote them, ere the regiment left Arizona, that she who had been their rescuer, and then so long disappeared, finally wedded a young brave of the Chiricahua band and went with him to Mexico. That portrait is the only relic they have of a never forgotten benefactress--Natzie, their Apache Princess.
THE END.
A DAUGHTER _of the_ SIOUX
By GENERAL CHARLES KING
A Tale of the Indian Frontier
Ill.u.s.trations by Frederic Remington and Edwin Willard Deming
SOME PRESS NOTES
The Chicago Daily News
A stronger story than any he has written for many years.
The Philadelphia Item
A genuinely delightful tale, clean, wholesome, thoroughly enjoyable....
The Baltimore American
Is full of interest, and equals, if not surpa.s.ses, his best previous efforts.
The Portland (Me.) Press
This captivating novel is quite perfect of its kind and there is not one dull line from start to finish.
The Burlington Hawkeye
Is one of General King"s best works and withal a most entertaining and fascinating story of army life.
The San Francisco Chronicle
The story is full of life and movement, and all the details of army life are described with that perfect knowledge which carries conviction to the reader.
The Cleveland Leader
It is the strongest and most entertaining story he has written for many a day.... It gets a grip on the reader in the first chapters and holds it to the end.
The World, New York City
A soldier"s story told with a soldier"s swing.... Is capitally ill.u.s.trated and has a particularly handsome and tasteful cover portrait of the heroine in colors.
The Pittsburg Leader
There is a naturalness about the story that makes it of decided interest, and every one who reads it will lay the book down with a feeling of regret that the end has been reached so soon.
The Minneapolis Tribune
Is the best piece of work General King has given his admiring public in a long time. Is full of incident and romance, and its central theme contains a dramatic power worthy of subject and author.
The Literary World
To General King we are deeply indebted for much information concerning family life at fort and trading post. In these days of the problem novel and the yellow journal, it is a mental pleasure and a moral profit to read of men who are in love with their own wives, of women who adore their own husbands.
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