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WASHINGTON. D C.
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R. 0. MULLIKTN, [
Salesmen. ) Cashier.
Maryland Commission Agency
of Baltimore City.
Succeeding the Southern Maryland Commission Agency for the sale of
Tobacco, Grain, W ooL Live Stock, Beaches
and Farm [Produce Generally.
South-East Corner of Pratt and Charles Streets,
BALTIMORE, MD.
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kinds of country produce.
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Vice-President; Samuel K. George, Treasurer; Sam
uel M. Rinks, Cashier .
DIRECTORS:
Hon. John P. Briscoe, John Shepherd,
John W. Crawford, Samuel M. Uinks,
James Alfred Pearce, Samuel K. George,
Edwin H. Brown, Phil. H. Tuck, Adrian Pose y.
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supplies Furnished.
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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
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We refer to Chamberlain’s Pain
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severe pain of a burn or scald may
be promptly relieved and the sore
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medicine has to be sent for. A
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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
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and all country stores.
Saint Mam's Beacon.
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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.
Fumy Mistakes.

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