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Updated: July 17, 2025


Saul Chadron had been a great and noble man to some who wept in its silent rooms as the gloaming deepened into darkness over the garden, where the last leaves of autumn were tugging at their anchorage to sail away. Even Frances Landcraft in her vigil beside Macdonald's cot felt pity for Chadron's fall. She regretted, at least, that he had not gone out of life more worthily.

"By whose authority do you make this demand?" questioned Major King, insolently. "I am not aware that any command " Colonel Landcraft turned his back upon him and strode to the open door, through which the dismounted troopers could be seen standing back a respectful distance in the shaft of light that fell through it.

I have told him so, and it is final." His own stubbornness, his own fire, was reflected in her as she spoke. But Colonel Landcraft was not to be moved from what he considered his right to dispose of her in a way that he believed would be an honor to the army and a glory to the nation. "You'll marry Major King, or die a maid!" he declared.

"I'm going in one moment more. Miss Landcraft, I'll ride away from you tonight perhaps never to see you again, and if I speak impetuously before I leave you, forgive me before you hear the words they'll not hurt you I don't believe they'll shame you." "Don't say anything more, Mr. Macdonald even this delay may cost your life!" "They'll kill me if they can; they've tried it more than once.

"And in the presence of an officer of the United States Army my daughter, armed to protect herself! By heaven, sir! you've disgraced the uniform you wear!" Major King, scowling darkly, dropped his hand in suggestive gesture to his sword. Colonel Landcraft, his slight, bony old frame drawn up to its utmost inch, marched to him, fire in his eye. "Unbuckle that sword!

The twenty men gathered in a hurry-call by Chadron to avenge the defeat of Chance Dalton, who had in their turn been met and unexpectedly repulsed by the homesteaders, as Chadron had related in his own way to Colonel Landcraft, were lying in camp several miles up the river. That is, all that were left of them fit for duty after the fight.

He sought her at the first, and hung by her side through many dances, and promenaded her in the garden walks where Japanese lanterns glimmered dimly in the soft September night, with all the close attention of a farrier cooling a valuable horse. Perhaps it was punishment or meant to be for the insubordination of Frances Landcraft in speaking to the outlawed Alan Macdonald on last beef day.

There is more scorn in an Indian squaw's back, turned to an impertinent stranger, than in the faces of six matrons of society's finest-sifted under similar conditions. Colonel Landcraft led his party across the meadow, entirely unconscious of the cold disdain of the people whom he looked down upon from his superior heights.

If ever there was an unpopular man in the service, then that man was Colonel John Hancock Landcraft, direct descendant he could figure it out as straight as a bayonet of the heavy-handed signer himself. His years and his empty desires bore heavily on the colonel. The trespass of time he resented; the barrenness of his hope he grieved.

"I didn't know it was Miss Landcraft," he replied, although he knew it very well, and resolved to find out who the Scotsman was, speedily and completely. "My enchanted hour will soon pass," said the Scot, when that dance was done, "and I have been looking the world over for you." "Dancing all the way?" she asked him lightly. "Far from it," he answered, his voice still muffled and low.

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