_Second Lieutenant_ Edward W. Keyes.
_Second Lieutenant_ Robert London.
_Second Lieutenant_ George O. Eaton (until August 24th, disabled August 10th).
_Second Lieutenant_ Hoel S. Bishop.
_Lieutenant_ Wm. C. Hunter, U.S.N. ("Brevet Commodore").
_Second Lieutenant_ Robt. H. Young, 4th Inf., A.D.C. to General Merritt.
_Second Lieutenant_ J. Hayden Pardee, 23d Inf., A.D.C. to General Merritt.
_Second Lieutenant_ Satterlee C. Plummer, 4th Inf., with Co. "I."
_Acting a.s.sistant Surgeon_ J. W. Powell.
CAPTAIN SANTA CLAUS.
There was unusual commotion in the frontier mining town when the red stage, snow-covered and storm-beaten, lurched up in front of the Bella Union and began to disgorge pa.s.sengers and mail. The crowd on the wooden sidewalk was of that cosmopolitan type which rich and recently discovered "leads" so surely attract--tough-looking miners; devil-may-care cow-boys with rolling hat-brims and barbaric display of deadly weapons; a choice coterie of gamblers with exaggerated suavity of manners; several impa.s.sive Chinamen (very clean); several loafing Indians (very dirty); a brace of spruce, clean-shaven, trim-built soldiers from the garrison down the valley; and the inevitable squad of "beats" with bleary eyes and wolfish faces infesting the doorways of the saloons, sublimely trustful of a community that had long ceased to trust them, and scenting eleemosynary possibilities in each new-comer.
But while the arrival of the stage was a source of perennial excitement in the business centre of Argentopolis, the commotion on this occasion was due to the tumultuous welcome given by a mob of school-children to a tall, bronzed, fiercely moustached party the instant he stepped, fur-clad, from the dark interior. Such an array of eager, joyous little faces one seldom sees. Big boys and wee maidens, they threw themselves upon him with shrill clamor and enthusiastic embraces, swarming about his legs as, with twinkling eyes and genial greeting, he lifted the little ones high in air and kissed their dimpled cheeks, and shook the struggling boys heartily by the hand, and was pulled this way and that way until eventually borne off in triumph towards the spickspan new shop, with its glittering white front and alluring display of fruit, pastry, and confectionery, all heralded forth under the grandiloquent but delusive sign, "Bald Eagle Bakery."
Upon this tumultuous reception Argentopolis gazed for some moments in wondering silence. When the transfer of the children and their willing captive to a point some dozen yards away rendered conversation a possibility, the spokesman of the sidewalk committee shifted his quid, and formulated in frontier phrase the question which seemed uppermost in the public mind:
"Who "n thunder"s that?"
"That?" said the soldier addressed. "That"s Captain Ransom. It"s good times the kids"ll be having now."
"B"long to your rigiment?"
"Yes; captain of "B" troop. Been away on leave ever since we got here."
"Seems fond o" children," said the Argentopolitan, reflectively. "Got any of his own?"
"Nary. He b"longs to the whole crowd. The "B" company fellers"ll be glad he"s back. They think as much of him as the kids do."
"Good officer, eh?"
"You bet; ain"t no better in the cavalry."
At this unequivocal endors.e.m.e.nt from expert authority the eyes of Argentopolis again followed the big man in the fur overcoat. With three or four youngsters tugging at each hand, and a dozen revolving irregularly about him, he was striding across the street, keeping up a running fire of chatter with his thronging satellites. Soldier he was unquestionably. Tall, erect of carriage, broad of shoulder, deep of chest, with a keen, quick glance from under his heavy brows. Eyes full of light and fire, nose straight and prominent, a great moustache that hid the curves of his handsome mouth and swept out across the square and resolute jaws--a moustache that, like the wavy brown hair about the temples, was tingeing with gray. Strong white teeth glistened through the drooping thatch, and one or two merry dimples dotted his bronzed and weather-beaten cheeks.
Over on the neighboring side street, from the steps of the schoolhouse, other children surveyed the group, and with envious eyes and watering mouths beheld the demolition of tarts and turnovers. Despite the keen and searching cold of the mountain air, rare and still and br.i.m.m.i.n.g with ozone as November days can ever find it, the school shoved its hands deep in trousers pockets and stared with all its youthful might.
Even so blessed a half-hour must have its end, and as the warning bell began to ring, and the Townies to shout that "reecess" was over, the merry throng, spoil-laden, came pouring down the bakery steps, with many admonitions to their big benefactor not to think of starting for the fort until school was out and they could escort him home. Two or three of the smallest still clung to him, explaining that only the big ones had afternoon school; _they_ were all through; they had nothing to do until the ambulance came to take them all at four o"clock; and the captain became suddenly aware of two little people standing on the sidewalk and regarding him wistfully. One was a st.u.r.dy boy of seven, with frank blue eyes and chubby rounded cheeks--a picture of solid young America despite the fact that his little fists were red and bare; his knickerbockers, though well fitting, were worn and patched; and the copper toes of his cheap, heavy boots were wearing suspiciously thin. He stood protectingly by a little maiden, whose face was like those of Sir Joshua Reynolds"s seraphs--a face as pure an oval as ever sculptor modelled or painter limned, with great, l.u.s.trous, long-lashed eyes and delicate and dainty features, and all about it tumbled a wealth of glistening golden hair, and all over it shone the look of childish longing and almost piteous entreaty. One little mittened hand was clasped in her brother"s; the other, uncovered, hung by a finger in her rosy mouth. She was warmly clad; her little cloak and hood were soft and white and fleecy; her pigmy legs were cased in stout worsted, and her feet in warm "arctics," and "mother"s darling" was written in every ornament of her dress.
Ransom, stowing away a handful of silver, came suddenly upon this silent pair, and stopped short. Another instant and he had stooped, raised the younger child in his strong hands, and with caressing tone accosted her:
"Why, little Snow-drop, who are you? What a little fairy you are!"
"She ain"t one of us," piped up a youthful patrician, disdainfully.
"She"s infantry. He"s her brother, and they don"t belong to the fort."
The boy"s face flushed, and he looked reproachfully at the speaker, but said no word. Ransom was gazing with singular intentness into the downcast face of his little captive.
"Won"t you tell me your name, little one?" he pleaded. "Why didn"t you come in and have some tarts and turnovers with the others? I"ve got to run now and meet some other old fellows at the stage office. Here, little man," he said, as he set her down, "take Snow-drop in for me, and you two just eat all you can, and you pay for it for me." He held out a bright half-dollar. Snow-drop"s eyes glistened, and she looked eagerly at her brother.
But the boy hung back. For an instant he hesitated, s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g his boot toe into a convenient knot-hole as means of covering his embarra.s.sment.
"Come, Jack," said the captain, rea.s.suringly, touching him on the shoulder. The little fellow shook his head.
"Why not, my boy?" pleaded Ransom. "Papa won"t mind, when you tell him it was old Uncle Hal. That"s what they call me."
A lump rose in the youngster"s throat. His head went lower.
"It--it"s mamma wouldn"t like it," he finally said; and just then, with rush and sputter of hoofs, two officers came trotting around the corner, threw themselves from their saddles, pounced upon their comrade, and overwhelmed him with joyous greeting. Another minute and others arrived, and between them all he was led away up the street. While some of the children confidently followed, two remained behind--little Snow-drop, refusing to be comforted, was applying the back of her mittened hand to her weeping eyes, and turning a deaf ear to her manful brother, who was vainly striving to explain matters.
"Maudie Carleton"s crying because Phil wouldn"t take the money and get her some goodies," said little Jack Wilkins, in an opportune pause.
"Who did you say?" asked Ransom, turning suddenly, and looking inquiringly at his friends. There was an instant of embarra.s.sment. Then one of the officers replied,
"Maud Carleton, Ransom. Those are poor Phil Carleton"s little ones."
"Wait for me at the office, fellows; I"ll be along in a minute," was the response; and the captain went striding back to the Bald Eagle.
It was an old story in the cavalry. Very few there were who knew not that Captain Ransom was a hard-hit man when Kate Perry--the beauty of her father"s regiment--came back from school, and with all the wealth of her grace and loveliness and winning ways, refusing to see how she had impressed one or two "solid" men of the garrison, fell rapturously in love with Philip Carleton, the handsome, dashing scapegrace of the subalterns. It was "hard lines" for old Colonel Perry; it would have been misery to her devoted mother; but she was spared it all--the gra.s.s had been growing for years over her distant grave.
[Ill.u.s.tration: ""COME, JACK," SAID THE CAPTAIN, REa.s.sURINGLY."]
The wedding was a glitter of gold-lace, champagne gla.s.ses, and tears.
Every one wished her--and him--all happiness, but dreaded the future.
There was a year of bliss, and little Phil was born; another year when she was much taken up with her baby boy, and the father much abroad--a year of clouds and silence. Then came sudden call to the field, and one night with reeling senses she read the despatch that told her he was shot dead in battle with the Sioux. When little Maudie came there was no father to receive her in his arms. The gray-haired colonel took the widow and her children a few short years to his own roof; then he, too, was called to his account, and with a widow"s pension and the relic of her father"s savings the sorrowing woman moved from the garrison that had so long been her home, and took up arms against her sea of troubles.
She need not have gone. All Fort Rains knew that there were officers who would gladly have taken her and her beautiful children to their fireside. But she was loyal, proud, high-spirited, and she could not stay. All the roof her father had to leave her was the frame cottage at the ranch he had bought and stocked, a mile below the fort. She was a soldier"s daughter, brave and resolute, she had her father"s old soldier-servant and his wife to help her, and she moved to the ranch, and declared she would be dependent on no one. When first she had come into that glorious valley, a girl of eighteen, a large force of cavalry was encamped around the garrison in which her father"s regiment of foot was stationed, and Captain Harold Ransom became one of her most devoted admirers, though nearly twice her age. Few men had much chance against such a lover as Phil Carleton, buoyant, brilliant, gallant, the pride of all the juniors in the infantry, the despair of many a prudent mother; and when that engagement was announced, the cavalry were rather glad to be ordered away, and to comfort themselves with the perilous distractions of Indian fighting for three or four stirring years. But, before they left, Ransom and others had bought much of the land on which Argentopolis gleamed to-day. Perhaps it was the silver that came into his hair as well as his pockets, but silver did not cause the lines that crept under his kindly eyes and around the corners of the firm mouth. He was rich, as army men go, but his heart was sorely wrenched. He went abroad when the Indian campaigns were over, and rejoined while his comrades were on the Pacific coast, and became the delight of the children and the children"s mothers. Captain Santa Claus they called him at Walla Walla and Vancouver, where he was the life of those garrisons; and while men honored and women waxed sentimental towards him, it was the children who took possession of the tall soldier and made his house their home, who trooped unbidden all over it at any hour of the day, and made it the garrison play-ground when the rainy season set in and drove them to cover.
And then, after their four years in the Columbia country, the regiment crossed the big range, and, wonder of wonders, headquarters and six troops, one of them Ransom"s, were ordered to Fort Rains! He was again on long leave when the change of station occurred, and the widow drew a long breath. She found life very different, with her father"s old friends and hers removed. As the children grew in years their needs increased. She sold the stock and much of the land of the Ranch, keeping only the homestead and the patch around it, but she was glad to find employment at the fort as teacher of the piano and singing. She played well, but her voice was glorious, and had been carefully trained. The news that he was coming had given her a shock. It was more than eight years since she had seen him. It was more than five since she had briefly answered the letter he wrote her on hearing of her husband"s death. It was so manly, sympathetic, and so full of something he knew not how to express--a longing to shield her from want or care. She had gently but firmly ended it all.
And yet--She was bitterly poor now. Handsomer than ever, said the officers who knew her in the old days; still wearing her mourning, and looking so tall and majestic in her rusting weeds. She was a woman whose form and carriage would be noticeable anywhere--tall, slender, graceful, with a certain slow, languorous ease of motion that charmed the senses.
Her face was exquisite in contour and feature--a pure type of blond, blue-eyed, Saxon beauty, with great ma.s.ses of shimmering golden-brown hair. No wonder Ransom felt a thrill when he looked into Maudie"s eyes--the child was her mother in miniature. At twenty-seven, with all her trials, Mrs. Carleton was a lovelier woman than in her maiden radiance at eighteen. What she had gained in strength and character, through her years of poverty and self-abnegation, G.o.d alone knew, and He had been her comforter.
For nearly a year the garrison children had been going in to town for school, an excellent teacher having been secured in the East, and Mrs.
Carleton eagerly embraced the chance of sending hers. She could no longer afford a nurse to look after the wee one. She could not take her on her daily round of lessons, and her infantry friends had gladly seen to it that the little Carletons were carried to and fro with their own.
So, too, when the cavalry came had Colonel Cross a.s.sured her that the ambulance should always come for them and bring them back to the post.
Everybody wanted to be kind to her, or said so at least; but the ladies were all new and strange. She had never been the pet among them she was in her own regiment. They had not known and loved her father, as had the colonel. They had heard of handsome Phil Carleton, as who had not? but they had heard of Hal Ransom"s old-time devotion to her, and now he would soon be back. Rich, growing gray, everybody"s friend, the children"s idol--oh! what if she should set that widow"s cap for him now! The possibility was appalling.