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226 ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. period, who refuses to touch a drop, to the unmitigated astonishment of all who remember his love for the bottle. He has had his beard trimmed, is dressed in a brand-new suit of bright yellow buckskin, with a dozen squirrel-tails tossing, plume-like, from his picturesque cap, and is look- ing remarkably well. et Rocky Mountain Sam has just stepped apart from a little croup to greet his old ‘“‘pard.” Our hero never looked to better advantage than now. Histrimand well-fitting hunt- ing-suit of dark-green displays his active, well-proportioned, supple form in all its most graceful points, while his frank, smiling face and laughing blue‘eyes are excellent indica- tions of a gay and happy heart. 3 At the xear part of the pavilion, arude sort of an altar had been erected, which was draped with the American colors, and other flags were tastefully hung upon the canvas wall just behind it. _ | Miss Mollie, who was attended by a single bridesmaid— the niece of the commandant of the fort, a young lady of about her own age—was sitting a little apart from the rest, and her handsome lover was seated by her side, looking su- premely happy. : The costumes which had been contrived for Fayaway and Mewanee by the sympathizing ladies at the fort were very becoming, and at the same time preserved the picturesque characteristics of their native dress, in which of course, beads, finely worked wampum, etc, formed prominent fea- tures. Big Horn was now sitting at Mewanee’s side, and Rocky Mountain Sam held Fayaway’s little hand in his. The latter had probably made up her mind to forego the presence of any members of her much vaunted blood-royal. At any rate there were no aboriginal princes to be seen, and she seemed to be very well contented, as every now and then she cast up ashy look at the frank, honest eyes that were gazing down on her. But the expectant bride who was got upat the most gor- geous disregard of expense was Miss Gertrude Yearning, Mollie’s elderly, but still comely, aunt. She had certainly never looked more grand and queenly than upon the present occasion. | But who was to be the happy man, and why this morti- fying delay? ‘The lady looked troubled, and frequently bit her pretty lip as she turned first an_ impatient glance mn “-Eeomicboo S (ele)