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DUDLEY & CARPENTER, Genera] Commission Merchants, 12S Light Street, BALTIMORE. Sell Tobacco Grain and Country Produce. Particular attention given to the careful sampling of Tobacco. J ohn H- Ohrispin- J as* A* Dawkins. OERUPDf A BAWKDVB, Oemmisslea Kerehaata FOR THE SALE OP Tobacco, Grain and Country Produce* No. 219 SOUTH CHARLES STREET, - - . BALTIMORE. jgaint IHarfs Gracm VOL. LV. LBONARDTOWN, MD., FMDAY, OCTOBER 11, 1895. STAHTON S RIDE. This story s honld interest the fox hunters, the papeT chasers, and all the other fervid harA riders of this ricinitj. Its time is that of the Isst Cheyenne war; the t'cene, the wild, unbroken country jnst Crest of the Black Hills; while the chief former is Brig. Gen. Stanton, just now Paymaster General of the Army. This drama of the saddle is told just as it came from the lips of an Army officer who knekr all about it, and was there at the time. “The Fifth Cavalry; ten com* panics—this was before the day of ‘troops’—under Gen. Merritt, was keeping an eye on the Cheyennes. “The Sionx were on the warpath, and busy standing things civilized on their heads over to the north, and the Cheyennes were getting the fever. Good judges of Indians, with their thumbs on the Cheyenne tribal pnlse, said they were liable to break out at any moment into a war spirit, join the Sioux already out, and unite their energies to Sit ting Bull’s in toppling over the paleface of the Northwest. “So, as 1 have already said, Gen. Merritt was watching the Cheyennes with ten companies of the Fifth Cavalry. lie was to hold them in check. “Time went on, and the Che yennes were still quiet. Gen. Mer ritt and everybody else began to be lieve they would remain at peace. One morning Gen. Merritt con cluded that all danger from the Cheyennes was over, and began to move north and west with his com mand. “He got as far as the War Bonnet, when couriers overtook him with dispatches from Gen. Sheridan —at Chicago or Omaha Sheridan was— telling Gen. Merritt not to leave Cheyenne vicinity until he was ab solutely sure they quiet, and that all danger of a Cheyenne outbreak had blown by. Sheridan’s dispatch said further that he had just re ceived from a worthy, trusty source that the Cheyennes at the Red Cloud agency were painting up for trouble, and about to leave the res ervation and join the Sioux. The truth of this must be discovered, and the Cheyenne uprising, were any on the carpet, must be checked. At all hazards the Cheyennes must be prevented from effecting a junc tion with the Sioux. “When Merritt got this dispatch he at once pitched camp. This camp on the War Bonnet was just 100 miles from the Red Cloud agency as crows fly. Between lay a rough country without trail or track. Yet somebody must go to the Red Cloud agency at once. “ ‘You go, Stanton,’ said Gen. Merritt, to Brig. Gen. Stanton, who had then climbed as high up the military ladder as the round of major. ‘You go; you know the country better than any man here.’ “Stanton took four half breed scouts with him and started. The hour was noon, their horses the pick of the Fifth Cavalry. “ This outfit of five pointed straight for the Red Cloud agency; what a farmer would call ‘cross lots.’ There wasn’t the shadow of path or trail. It was as rough a stretch of country, bar some re gions in the Rockies, as ever slipped from the palm of the Infinite. “But Stanton and his half-breeds knew the direction to Red Cloud, and they kept it as straight as the flight of a bullet both in the day light and the dark. “Down hill and up, across hol low and over divides, they never slackened or swerved.. They never paused for food for themselves or fodder for their horses. Lives might be heavily staked on the game, and man and mount must go through at any cost. “It may be that somewhere in the pigeon holes of his inner con sciousness Stanton had a conviction filed away that Sheridan’s line on the Cheyenne intention was cor , rect. “And it may be for this reason that he dog the incessant spurs into ' his horse all the more deeply and rode all the more fierceMfoid grim ly toward lied Cloud day in the Northwest. The expiry could better spare a horse that a" settler ’ could bis scalp. “Thus concluded Staitou; nod taking what they call <SI West ‘a road gait,’ be never dpsw bridle rein or slackened stride ajj of the long one hundred miles from the War Bonnet to the ageeey of Red Clond. “Strong out behind cape his quartet of nfbning mute as foxes and bnapng their horses forward as in vet (lately and as remorselessly at Tby didn’t, much about a settler’s scalp as did Stanton. But, being Indiana, they cared nothing at all for horse-flesh; and so came as obdurately on as their leader. “An Indian has no more sympa thy for a horse than for the buffalo grass it treads npon; and the mo ment the spar fails to stir the flag ging energies, will stick a knife in him as a bracer as readily as he would into its sheath. “Stanton left Merritt’s camp on the War Bonnet at noon. Covered with dust and foam, reeling a bit from very weariness of body, Stan ton and his four scouts came surg ing up to the Red Clond Agency at sharp midnight. The last mile of that rough one hundred miles was behind them, and they had made the trip in jnst twelvaahwurs by the watch. “Stanton was too lame and bro ken to even go into the agency, bat sank down on the steps outside. Ilis horse with drooping head and shaking flanks stood where he had palled him up. “ ‘How about the Cheyennes ?’ was Stanton’s question to those who esme to him. “ ‘They left the reservation eight hours ago and have started to join the Sioux,’ was the reply. “ ‘Send me Fox, the interpreter,’ said Stanton, ‘and bring me pencil and paper to write a dispatch to Gen. Merritt.’ “When Fox came up, Stanton or dered him to take a couple of the agency Indians with a lead horse apiece, and be ready to start back to Merritt at once. Then he wrote his dispatch as he reclined on the door steps. “Stanton told Gen. Merritt that the Cheyennes were on the warpath; had started to find the Sioux over what was known as the Great North ern trail, and suggested that if Mer ritt would throw loose from his wa gons and take only the Fifth Cav alry, he could push up the War Bonnet and head them off at the crossing. “Fox and his Indians with two horses each were ready and started with Stanton’s diswatoh at 12:20 o’clock; just twenty minutes after Stanton came in. With lead horses they had an advantage which Stan ton and his four half beeds didn’t possess. So well did they use it that they rode in on Gen. Merritt at 11:20 o’clock the same morning. They had put the 100 miles under them in eleven hours; an hour bet ter than Stanton. “That’s all there is to the story. It was a simple case of dispatch bearing; a case where 200 miles over a trackless waste was covered in twenty-three hours; half of it in the night. How’s that for perish ing flesh and blood ? “About the Cheyennes? That part is soon told. In fifteen min utes after Stanton’s dispatch reach ed Merritt the Fifth Cavalry was in the saddle lined out for the cross ing pointed to by Stanton. Mer ritt got there in time. The Chey ennes came up and the battle of the War Bonnet was fought. It was the last fight the Cheyennes ever made. They were whipped and driven back to Red Cloud. Their effort to make a junction with the ; Sioux and get in on the war, thanks to Stanton’s rough riding, was frus trated. Many a man and woman combing their hair these October mornings owe that privilege to Stan | ion. They may not realize it, but ' they do.’* “At the Twig it Bant.” “A child can’t be tangbt any thing until it is old enough to un derstand and talk.” “1 wouldn’t think of punishing a child before it is two years old.” “I don t believe in corporal pun ishment; I never whip my child ren*” Often do we read or hear of such expressions as the above. When 1 read them, 1 usually think they were written by some one whose children never materialized. When 1 hear them, 1 look for a family of ill-trained [children, I bavrt no quarrel ’with any plan that teaches a child that important lesson of obedience, and if it can be tangbt without inflicting physical pain, so much the better; but to allow a child to become two years old or even one year old, without learning that there is a will abovu its own, seems to me like commit ting a sin against that child. Some day it must learn, and each year, each month, makes the lesson the harder. Where there are attendants to see to every baby-want, and gratify ev ery whim, it may not matter so much to other folks; but it is the every day child of every day peo ple with which I deal, and it is, to say the least, annoying and incon venient to have a child, especially if it belongs to someone else, appro priating everything within reach, unchecked and unreproved. Moral suasion may do very well for older children, but I never conlu appreciate its powers daring baby hood. I read the experience re cently of a mother who was a strong believer in the “Come away, baby:; there’s a darling, now do,” theory, until her own little one began to creepabout. Like other babies,he in vestigated everything within reach, being especially attracted by the books which he coaid reach and pull on the floor. For awhile the mother patiently replaced the books and carried baby away. Just as often he went back again, until patience ceased to be a virtue. Then theory gave way to something more practical—the mis chievous little hands were punished —and the books were left in peace. The child had learned a valua ble lesson, and the mother learned one, too. She soon had the con solation of knowing she could take her child away from home, without being constantly mortified by his meddling. And what a comfort that is to both visitor and visited. Don’t we all know thechild whose very appearance gives us a chill ? “There comes Frankie !” we cry in dismay. “Get things out of the way. Pot the bric-a-brac out of reach, shove the books back from the edge of the table, fasten the cupboard door, and above all, lock the machine drawers.” Every precaution is taken, and then Master Frankie keeps the whole household running after him, un til he takes bis final departure, the signal for a long drawn sigh of re lief. We learn to dislike thechild, and yet he isn’t the least bit to blame. Why hasn’t bis mother taught him to let things alone ? Oh ! she couldn’t bear to whip her baby, and she can’t make him mind without; and ten to one, she never will make him mind; and the ungoverned baby will become an ungoverned boy, and the chances are, an ungoverned man. No, of course, we don’t like to punish the baby: we don’t like to give him medicine either, but we do it. So do we punish him if he needs it. Sounds cruel, does it ? I don’t think so; it only shows that I am willing to do a disagreeable thing for the sake of my child. It is not the heartless mother who punishes— baby’s tears have frequently com pany—but the wise mother who looks beyond the little present, into | the greater future, when the child I she governs now will have thereby ' learned to govern himself. I would not put temptation in a 1 child’s way, would hesitate to keep my blooming plant* within baby’* ■ reach, as I have seen done, and yet ’ti* just as well as if mother wills; but there are things that cannot be pat oat of his way—teach him to let them alone—don't be angry with ; the dear, meddlesome little fellow, oh ! never, never, just kind and firm, and it will save so much trou ble later on. And the sooner yon teach him, the easier will his lesson be. lam not much of a believer in whipping a child after its reasoning faculties have developed. Moral suasion ought to suffice then if ths ground work has been carefully laid. One of the most saoosasfnl par ent* I evor knew said. “Not one of my children can remember being punished." Kacb one had learned that im portant lesson of obedience before memory can jotitdown.—lda Kays in Womankind. The Diary of a New Woman. —Oct. I —l decided to have my hair cut the other day. Women have been the slaves of custom and of appearances too long. It took me ten minutes a day to arrange my hair, besides the hour a fortnight for its shampoo. Uow much better it would be, said 1 to myself, to de vote only ten seconds a day to my hair, and the other nine minutes and fifty seconds to profitable thought or work. If more women would only take that eminently sen sible view of time and their respon sibilities, how much better the world would be ! Besides, my hair is a little curly and my head well shaped. 1 went to the barber’s to have the shearing done. Some weaker wo men might have gone to a woman’s hair-dressing establishment, but 1 do not belong to that class. 1 was not ashamed to be seen having my haircut, so I went boldly to the barber shop and took my place. "Do you want it clipped close, miss ?" asked the barber, when he had cut the long length. "Yes," said I. And then before I realized what wm happening to me the hideous shaving machine had run over half my head. 1 yelled—fairly yelled. But it was too late. I couldn’t go around with one aide of my head like a tonsured monk’s, and the other well covered with curly hair. So the cruel work had to go on, and I emerged looking like a singed fowl. I berated the barber sound ly, but I have the impression he thought he was facetious. The next day at the office Mr. ilcmpencord had the bad taste to laugh immoderately over my ap pearance. Moreover, I caught cold. I am, however, willingly to be a martyr in the cause of reform. I am willing to catch cold if I may lead women to see the folly of re taining a useless,burdensome adorn ment. And 1 consider that my employer’s sense of humor was car ried entirely too far when it led him to leave on my desk various speci mens of wigs of assorted sizes and colors!— X. Y. World. There is one medicine which every family should be provided with. We refer to Chamberlain’s Pain Balm. When it is kept at hand the severe pain of a burn or scald may be promptly relieved and the sore healed in much less time than when medicine has to be sent for. A sprain may be promptly treated be fore inflammation set in, which in sures a cure in about one-third the time otherwise required. Cuts and bruises should receive immediate attention, before the parts become swollen, and when Chamberlain’s Pain Balm is applied it will heal them without matter being formed, and without leaving a scar. A sore throat may be cared in one night. A piece of flannel dampened with this liniment and bound on over the seat of pain, will cure lame back or pain in the side or chest in twen ty-four hours. It is the most val uable, however, for rheumatism. Persons afflicted with this disease will be delighted with the prompt relief from pain which it affords, and it can be depended upon to effect a complete cure. For sale by Wm. F. Greenwell&Son, Leonard town; J. S. Matthews, Talley Lee, and all country stores. Saint Mam's Beacon. xoßPiarrorß. *uce as BAUDS ILLS, CIRCULAR*, BLARES, BILL BEAD* KXOOTKD WITH SBATHKMAHD DISPATCH, Real or Pcraonal Prop rty for sale can obtain descriptive hand- Ditto neatly executed and at City Prices. 764. Heterophemy. the curious disease which consists in using one word when meaning to use an entirely different one, gives rise to many amusing combinations. An old lady in a town on the Hudson river Seth ns afflicted. She is tall and stately in appearance, court* ly end gracious in manner, and this makes her incongruous sentences ell the more ridiculous. Strange to say, she herself is totally uncon scious of her infirmity, for the fam ily* friends and even servants en deavor to save her from the morti fication she would feel. Not long ago, when she recovered from a serious illness, the bishop of the diocese chanced to be mak ing his annual visitation, and at the BQ l?K 6 *tion of the rector they went together to call upon Mrs. Drew, She was delighted to see them, and entertained them with her us ual grace and cordiality. The con versation naturally touched upon her illness, and her thankfulness at her recovery, which for a time had been diapuired of. Presently ihe turned to the bish op, saying earnestly. ‘My dear bishop, let us take a little drop.’ The startled prelate glanced at the rector. He, knowing his old friend’s infirmity, cast about in hiq mind for her probable meaning. ‘Bishop,’ repeated the old lady seriously, ‘let’s have a little drop.’ ‘Certainly, Mrs. Drew,’interrup ted the rector, waiting for her to make some move which might dis close her moaning. But Mrs. Drew waited expectantly also. ‘lf you have not your Vado Me cum with you, there is a prayer book,’ she said, after a minute. The rector, with a sigh of aelief, turned to the bishop. *Mrs. Drew will be glad to have you read prayers with her,’ he said quietly. Prayers were read, and then the gentlemen prepared to take leave. ‘Your visit has been a pleasure,’ Mrg. Drew said warmly. ‘Now, Mr. Belknap, won’t you take this little boy home to your dear wife, with my best love.' For a moment Mr. Belknap won dered if she could mean the bishop, but she relieved his mind by lifting a magnificent bunch of roses from a vase on the table. Allied to this is another form of misspeech, to which most of us are occasionally subject—the extent of the syllables. A certain young lady, often reverses her vowels thus says she is entirely unconscious of it, even after speaking. One summer evening she was sauntering with a friend toward the village postoftice of a little town where they were staying. On the way they encountered an acquaint ance with a hand full of letters. ‘Ah, good evening,' she said, in her peculiar gracious, suave man ner, ‘Are you strolling oat of your mole hole ?’ The mystified young woman made some inarticulate reply and passed on. As seon as the friend could recover her gravity, she gasped, ‘1 suppose you intended to ask Miss May if she was strolling out for her mail ?’ The same young lady was relat ing a sad story of various misfor tunes which had overwhelmed her dear friend. ‘Think,’ she concluded patheti cally, ‘of losing husband, children, property and home at one swell foop V And a howl of laughter rent the roof.— Atlantic. Two Irishmen were discuss ing the respective merits of the sun and the moon. “Sore," said Pat rick, “the sun gives a stronger light than the moon." “True," answered Brian, “but the moon is the more sinsible." “How do you prove that ?” says Pat. “Aisy," responds Brian, “for the moon shinea in the noigbt whin we nade it, and the son comes out in broad daylight, when a one-eyed man can see without it." Jimmy—What is this moral ooor age that the Sunday-school teacher was telßng us about ? Tommy—As near as I can guess it, it*s the kind of courage that 1 kids baa that’s afraid to fight. 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