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Western, friendless sort of girl she was when first she entered
school, uncouthly dressed, wretchedly homesick and anything but
companionable, and yet Jessie Dean's kind heart had warmed to this
friendless waif and she became her champion, her ally, and later, much
to her genuine surprise, almost her idol. It presently transpired that "the

Pappoose," as the girls nicknamed her because it was learned that she
had been rocked in an Indian cradle and had long worn moccasins
instead of shoes (which accounted for her feet being so much finer in
their shape than those of her fellows), was quick and intelligent beyond
her years, that, though apparently hopelessly behind in all their studies
at the start, and provoking ridicule and sneers during the many weeks
of her loneliness and home-longing, she suddenly began settling to her
work with grim determination, surprising her teachers and amazing her
mates by the vim and originality of her methods, and, before the end of
the year, climbing for the laurels with a mental strength and agility that
put other efforts to the blush. Then came weeks of bliss spent with a
doting father at Niagara, the seashore and the Point--a dear old dad as
ill at ease in Eastern circles as his daughter had been at first at school,
until he found himself welcomed with open arms to the officers'
mess-rooms at the Point, for John Folsom was as noted a frontiersman
as ever trod the plains, a man old officers of the cavalry and infantry
knew and honored as "a square trader" in the Indian country--a man
whom the Indians themselves loved and trusted far and wide, and when
a man has won the trust and faith of an Indian let him grapple it to his
breast as a treasure worth the having, great even as "the heart love of a
child." Sioux, Shoshone and Cheyenne, they would turn to "Old John"
in their councils, their dealings, their treaties, their perplexities, for
when he said a thing was right and square their doubts were gone, and
there at the Point the now well-to-do old trader met men who had
known him in by-gone days at Laramie and Omaha, and there his pretty
schoolgirl daughter met her bosom friend's big brother Marshall, a first
classman in all his glory, dancing with damsels in society, while she
was but a maiden shy in short dresses. Oh, how Jess had longed to be
of that party to the Point, but her home was in the far West, her father
long dead and buried, her mother an invalid, and the child was needed
there. Earnestly had old Folsom written, begging that she who had been
so kind to his little girl should be allowed to visit the seashore and the
Point with him and "Pappoose," as he laughingly referred to her,
adopting the school name given by the girls; but they were proud
people, were the Deans, and poor and sensitive. They thanked Mr.
Folsom warmly. "Jessie was greatly needed at her home this summer,"
was the answer; but Folsom somehow felt it was because they dreaded

to accept courtesies they could not repay in kind.
"As if I could ever repay Jess for all the loving kindness to my little girl
in her loneliness," said he. No, there was no delicious visiting with
Pappoose that summer, but with what eager interest had she not
devoured the letters telling of the wonderful sights the little far
Westerner saw--the ocean, the great Niagara, the beautiful Point in the
heart of the Highlands, but, above all, that crowned monarch, that
plumed knight, that incomparable big brother, Cadet Captain Marshall
Dean. Yes, he had come to call the very evening of their arrival. He had
escorted them out, Papa and Pappoose, to hear the band playing on the
Plain. He had made her take his arm, "a schoolgirl in short dresses,"
and promenaded with her up and down the beautiful, shaded walks,
thronged with ladies, officers and cadets, while some old cronies took
father away to the mess for a julep, and Mr. Dean had introduced some
young girls, professors' daughters, and they had come and taken her
driving and to tea, and she had seen him every day, many times a day,
at guard mounting, drill, pontooning or parade, or on the hotel piazzas,
but only to look at or speak to for a minute, for of course she was "only
a child," and there were dozens of society girls, young ladies, to whom
he had to be attentive, especially a very stylish Miss Brockway, from
New York, with whom he walked and danced a great deal, and whom
the other girls tried to tease about him. Pappoose didn't write it in so
many words, but Jessie, reading those letters