Tonio, Son of the Sierras: A Story of the Apache WarKing, Charles
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Tonio, Son of the Sierras: A Story of the Apache War
King, Charles
Apache Indians -- Wars, 1872-1873 -- Fiction; Soldiers -- West (U.S.) -- Fiction; Western stories
deny Lilian nothing from the time she turned his best silken sash into
a swing for herself and Wauwataycha Two Bears, her tiny Sioux playmate,
till now that she had set her heart on one Harold Willett for a
husband, broke down and surrendered as ordered. But there was that in
the old soldier's face as he took Willett's hand that made the junior
wince more than did the grip, which was mild enough. "She will be just
such another wife as is her blessed mother," said Archer. "Be good and
true to her, Willett."
"I will, so help me God!" said Willett solemnly, and then, at least, he
meant it.
There had been an awkward little conference, an impromptu affair, at
the mess the morning after the alarm of fire. Willett stock had been
running down before that episode, and went "plumb out of sight" for
several hours. It was held by Bonner, Bucketts, Briggs and Strong a
most womanish thing on his part to have raised such a row and then
"wilted." It was Bentley, the most disgusted man at the post, who now
came to the rescue. "He was dumped on the porch like a sack of
potatoes," said he, "and probably suffered exquisite pain, let alone
the burns and the shock." Then, bunglingly, as bachelors will, and
bachelors two of them were, they began to talk of the revelation that
met their eyes and what it portended. No one, as yet, had told "the Old
Man" of Willett's night at the store, and now no man would do it.
Bygones were bygones. Willett would be up in a week or so, the better,
perhaps, for enforced rest and abstinence, and now, of course, there
could and would be no more of--of that sort of thing, and all his
better traits would shine by contrast with his probably temporary lapse
into frivolity. Even then, however, they wondered what Harris would
think, and speculated as to what he would say. Bucketts had not guessed
amiss when he said there was no love lost between the classmates.
Bucketts, and all, had seen how much both the young men had been
attracted by Lilian's grace and beauty, and the sweet, girlish
freshness that proved such a charm. Bucketts, and all, had been in, as
usual, to see Harris, and found him, as he said, a trifle set back by
the excitement, and therefore rather more grave and quiet even than
usual, but they said no word of Lilian and--possibilities. He knew.
Strong had seen him when he came, and looked, and stood inert one
moment there, unable to be of use, and had turned slowly back to his
room under Bentley's roof. Everybody knew it could not be more than a
day or two before the affair would be announced as an engagement, and
while every man felt that Willett had won a prize far beyond his
deserts, there was not one that felt like tendering congratulation.
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