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impressions where men had out
stretched themselves. Almost at Was
pon's feet fluttered a pink ribbon, and
beyond the Are circle lay the body of
fe man, face up to the sky. It was
Connors, a ghastly bullet hole between
bis eyes, one cheek caked black with
plood. The Sergeant sprang across,
^nd bent over the motionless form.
£9eokets turned inside out," he said,
glancing back. "The poor devil!"
"Had quite a row here," returned
the scout. "That stain over thar ia
blood, an' it never come from him, fei
he died whar he fell. Most likely he
•hot furst, or used a knife. The girl'a
with 'em anyhow I reckon this yere
was her ribbon that footprint ia
sure."
He stirred up the scattered ashes,
and then passed over and looked at
the dead man.
"What do yer think, Sergeant?"
"They stopped here to eat, maybe
five hours ago," pushing the ashei
about with his toe. "The fire has been
out that long. Then they got into a
Ouarrel—Connors and Dupont—for he
waB shot with a Colt '45 no Inidan
.ever did that. Then they struck out
again with two led horses. I should
Bay they were three or four hours
ahead, traveling slow."
"Good enough," and Wasson patted
his arm. "You're a plainsman all
right, 'Brick:' You kin sure read signs
Thet's just 'bout the whole story, as 1
make it. Nuthin' fer us to do but
snatch a bite an' go on. Our hoEses
're fresher'n theirs. No sense out
^stoppin' to bury Connors he ain't
worth it, an' the birds'U take care 'o
him. The outfit was still a headin
south—see!"
There could be no doubt of this, as
the shelter of the sand rid^e had pre
served a plain trail, although a few
yards beyond, the sweeping wind had
already almost obliterated every sign
•f passage. The four men ate heartily
Df their cold provender, discussing the
Situation in a few brief sentences.
Wasson argued that Dupont was head
ing for some Indian winter encamp
ment, thinking to shift responsibility
for the crime upon the savages, thus
permitting him to return once more
to civilization, but Hamlin clung to his
Original theory of a hide-out upon Du
pont's old cattle-range, and that a pur
pose other than the mere robbery of
McDonald was in view. All alike, how
ever, were convinced that the fugi
tives were seeking the wild bluffs oi
the Canadian river for concealment.
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not yet dark when they again
picked up the trail, rode around the
dead body of Connors, and pushed for
ward into the maze of sand. For an
hour the advance was without inci
dent, the scout in the lead not even
dismounting, his keen eyes picking up
the faint "sign" unerringly. Then
darkness shut down, the lowering bank
Df clouds completely blotting the stars,
although the white glisten of the sand
(under foot yielded a slight guidance.
(Up to this time there had been no de-
in direction, and now when the
rail could be no longer distinguished,
Ithe little party decided on riding
straight southward until they struck
the Cimarron. An hour or two later
moon arose, Jiardly visible and yet
b-- ihtenirife the cloud ,ciyiopy, so that
t! riders could see each ojttier and
pi^'cecd more rapidly. Suddenly Was-
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BA VAV* nOnil Q^AtfA vrAit fnAA T'*TA WAAM A A XV.
Be yer hand afore yer face. I've been
but yere in them things afore, an'
jthey're sure hell. If we don't git sight
ttaet outfit mighty soon, 't ain't llke
|r we ever will. I've been expectln*
Chat wind to shift nor'east all day—
then we'll get it." He got down on his
knees, endeavoring to decipher some
jlalnt marks on the sand. "Two of 'em
plemounted yere, an Injun an' a white
—a big feller by his hoof prints—an'
they went on leadln' their hossea.
Boin' into camp, I reckon—sure,
here's the spot now. Well, I'll be
damned!"
Both men stood staring—under pro
tection of a sand ridge was a little
(blackened space where some mesquite
johips had been burned, and all about
pt freshly trampled sand, and slight
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a
face up to the sky
"Snow," he announced soberly.
"Thought I felt it afore, and tbe wind't
changed."
Hamlin turned in the saddle, feeling
already the sharp sting of snow pel
lets on his face. Before he oould even
answer the air was full of whiteness,
a fierce gust of wind hurling the fly
teg particles against them. In an
other Instant they were in the very
heart of the storm, almost hurled for
ward by the force of the wind, and
blinded by the icy deluge. The pelting
of the hail startled the horses, and in
spit6 of every effort of the riders," they
drifted to the right, tails to the storm.
The swift change was magical. The
sharp particles of icy snow seemed to
swirl upon them from every direction,
sucking their very breath, bewilder
ing them, robbing them of all sense of
direction. Within two minutes the
men found it impossible to penetrate
the wintry shroud except for a few
feet ahead of them.
The Sergeant knew what it meant,
for he had had experience of these
plains storms before.
"Halt!" he cried, his voice barely
audible in the blast. "Close up, men
come here to me—lively now! That
you. Wade? Wasson oh, all right,
Sam. Here, pass that lariat back
now get a grip on it, every one of you
and hold to it for your lives. Let me
take the lead, Sam we'll have to run
by compass. Now, then, are you
ready?"
The lariat rope, tied to Hamlin's
pommel, straightened out and was
grasped desperately by the gloved
hands of the men behind. The Ser
geant, shading his eyes, half smoth
ered in the blast, could see merely ill
defined shadows.
"All caught?"
The answero were lnaubible.
"For the Lord's sake, speak up an
swer now—Wasson."
"Here."
"Wade."
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"Here."
"Carroll."
"Here."
"Good now come on after me."
He drove his horco forward, head
bent low over the compass, one arm
flung up across his mouth to prevent
inhaling the icy air. He felt the tug
of the line heard the labored breath
ing of the next horse behind, but saw
nothing except that wall of swirling
snow pelletB hurled agalnBt him by a
pitiless wind, fairly lacerating the
flesh. It was freezing cold already
he felt numb, exhausted, heavy-eyed.
The air seemed to penetrate his cloth
ing, and prick the Bkin as with a thou
sand needles. The thought came that
if he remained in the saddle he would
freeze stiff. Again he turned, and
Bent
the voice of command down the strug
gling line:
"Dismount wind the rope around
your pommels. Sam. How far
iB
it to
the Cimarron?"
"More'n twenty miles."
"All right! We've got to make it,
boys," forcing a note of cheerfulness
into his voice. "Hang on to the bit
even if you drop. I may drift to the
west, but that won't lose us much.
Come on, now."
"Hamlin, let me break trail."
"We'll take it turn about, Sam. It'll
be worse in an hour than It is now.
All ready, boys."
Blinded by the sleet, staggering to
the fierce pummelling of the wind, yet
clinging desperately to his horse's bit,
the Sergeant struggled forward in the
swirl of tae storm.
CHAPTER XXV.
In the Blizzard..
There was no cessation, no abate
ment. Across a thousand miles of
plain the ice-laden wind swept down
upon them with the relentless fury of
a hurricane, driving the snow crystals
into their faces, buffeting them merci
lessly, numbing their bodies, and blind
ing their eyes. In that awful grip they
looked upon Death, but struggled on,
as real men must until they fall.
Breathing was agony every step be
came a torture fingers grasping the
horses' bitB grew stiff and deadened
by frost they reeled like drunken
men, sightless in the mad swirl, deaf
ened by the pounding of the blast
against their ears. All consciousness
left them! only dumb instinct kept
them battling for life, staggering for
ward, foot by foot, odd u'.i^ntasies of
imagination beginning to oeckon. In
their weakness, delirium gripped their
half-mad braing, yielding new strength
to fight the snow fiend. Aching in
every point, trembling from fatigue,
they dare not. rest an instant. The
wind, veering more to the east, lashed
their faces like a whip. They crouched
behind the horses to keep out of the
sting of it, crunching the snow, now
in deep drifts, under their half-frozen
feet.
Wade, a young fellow not overly
strong, fell twice. Thrv placed him
in-the center, with Can-oil bringing
up the rear. Again he went, down,
fac*i biiiied iu tiiis crying like a
ti'\
babe. Desperately the others lashed
him into his saddle, binding a blanket
about him, and went grimly stagger
ing on, his limp figure rocking above
them. Hour succeeded hour in cease
less struggle no one knew where they
were, only the leader staggered on.
his eyes upon the compass. Wasson
and Hamlin took their turns tramping
a trail, the snow often to their knees.
They had stopped speaking, stopped
thinking even. All their movements
became automatic, instinctive, the re
sult of iron discipline. They realized
the only nope—attainment of the Cim
arron bluffs. There was no shelter
there in the open, to either man or
horse the sole choice left was to
struggle on, or lie down and die. The
last was likely to be the end of it,
but while a drop of blood ran red and
warm in their veias they would keep
their feet and fight.
Carroll's horse stumbled and rolled,
catching the numbed trooper under
his weight. The jerk on the lariat
flung Wade out of the saddle, dangling
head downward. With stiffened fin
gers, scarcely comprehending what
they were about, the Sergeant and
Wasson came to the rescue, helped
the frightened horse struggle to his
feet, and, totally blinded by the fury
of the storm which now beat fairly in
their eyes, grasped the dangling
body, swaying back and forth as the
startled animal plunged in terror. It
was a corpse they gripped, already
stiff with cold, the eyes wide-open and
staring. Carroll, bruised and limping,
came to their help, groaning with
pain, and the three mei^ogether man
aged to lift the dead weight to the
horse's back, and to bind it safely
with the turn of a rope. Then, breath
less from exhaustion, crouching be
hind the animals, bunched helplessly
together, the howl of the wind like
the scream of lost souls, the three
men looked into each other's faces.
"I reckon Jim died without ever
knowln' it," said the scout, breaking
again the film of ice over his eyes, and
thrashing his arms. "I allers heard
tell it was an easy way o* goin'. Looks
to me he was better off than we are
just now. Hurt much, Carroll?"
"Crunched my leg mighty bad:
can't bear no wei^ut on it. 'Twas
darn near froze stiff before thet's
why I couldn't get out o' the way
quick."
"Sure well, ye'll have ter ride, then
We'll t&ka the blanket off Jim he
won't need it no more. 'Brick' an' I
kin hoof it yet awhile—hey, 'Brick'?"
Hamlin lifted his head from the
shelter of his horse's mane.
"I reckon I can make my feet
move," he asserted doubtfully, "but
they don't feel as though there was
any life left in them." He stamped
on the snow. "How long do these bliz
zards generally last, Sam?"
"Blow themselves out in about three
days."
"Three days? God! We can never
live it out here."
His eyes ranged over the dim out
line of Wade stretched across the
saddle, powdered with snow, rested an
instant upon Carroll, who had sunk
back upon the ground, nursing his in
jured limb, and then sought the lace
of Wasson.
"What the hell can we do?"
"Go on thet's all of it go on till
we drop, lad. Come, 'Brick,' my boy,"
and the scout gripped the Sergeant's
shoulder, "you're not the kind to lie
down. We've been in worse boxes
than this and pulled out. It's up to
you and me to make good. Let's
crunch some hard-tack and go on,
afore the whole three of us freeze'
stiff."
The Sergeant thrust out his hand.
"That isn't what's taken the nerve
out of me, Sam," he said soberly. "It's
thinking of the girl out in all this
with those devils."
"Likely as not she ain't," returned
the other, tramping the snow under
his feet. "I've been thinkin' 'bout thet
too. Thet outfit must hev hud six
hours the start o' us, didn't they?"
Hamlin nodded.
"Well, then, they couldn't a ben far
from the Cimarron when the storm
come. They'd be safe enough under
the bluffs have wood fer a fire, and
lay thar mighty comfortable. That's
whar them bucks are, all right. Why,
damn it, man, we've got to get
through. 'Tain't ju3t our fool lives
that's at stake. Brace up!"
"How far have we come?"
"A good ten miles, an' the compass
has kep' us straight."
They drew in closer together, and
munched a hard cracker apiece, occa
sionally exchanging a muttered word
or two, thrashing their limbs about
to keep up circulation, and dampening
their lips with snow. They were but
dim, spectral shapes in the darkness,
the air filled with crystal pellets,
swept about by a merciless wind, th6
horses standing tails to the storm and
heads drooping. In spite of the light
refraction of the snow the eyes could
scarcely see two yards away through
the smother. Above, about, the cease
less wind howled, its icy breath chill
ing to the bone. Carroll clambered
stiffly into his saddle, crying and
swearing from weakness rnd pain.
The others, stumbling about In the
deep snow, which had drifted around
them during the brief halt, stripped
the blanket from Wade's dead body,
and tucked it in about Carroll as best
thflv onvM
Two more perish, wliale on aj
scientific exploration of the south'
miagmteitlce p.ole of the earth. Lie,un
tenant Ninnis, aoi Englishman and
Dr. Mertz, a Swiss, .members
oS
the Doutglas Manson band perished
iAccording to reports from Dr.
Manson by wireless, the principal
object of the expedition has been
attained.
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BALLOT A FAIR INSTRUMENT
Odebolt Chronicle:—The Shankland
bill, which provides for the substitu
tion of the secret ballot for the peti
tion of consent feature of the mulct
law, will be presented to the state
legislature some time during the pies
ent session for consideration. It
ought to pass, but there is grave dan
ger that it may not. We don't see
how in fairness any man can oppose
it, but the facts of the matter are
that it has powerful opposition from
a certain faction allied with the so
called temperance cranks and they
are determined to defeat it. Other
temperance advocates, including H.
H. Sawyer, are for it. To us it woujd
appear that if the secret ballot is a
fair instrument to use in settling
other matters of public policy it is a
fair instrument for use in settling
the saloon question. Any man who
opposes it is not in favor of giving
all of the people a square deal. Sen
ator Mattes is for the bill and will
vote for it. Representative Dixon is
on the fence. If you believe the bill
is just and fair write him and demand
that he vote in accordance with your
wishes. He is your representative and
should vote the sentiments of hia
constituents, seventy-five per cent of
whom, we believe, are in ravor of
doing away with the trouble breeding
petition of consent.
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PETITION
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Cedar Rapids Republican:—Y«*i» I
have always been firm believers oi .e
petition plan of settling the mulct
question, but there is so much pulling
over the matter that it may be better I
to go to the secret ballot. Under the
present system men are given no
peace of mind. They are besieged
and beseeched on both sides and life
is made a burden arguing the matter
with both sides. If we had a secret
ballot, every man could vote as he
pleased. The petition business is be
ing reduced to the extremes of intol
erableness. There are men who
complain that they have been seen a
dozen times by advocates of both
sides and no answer seems to satisfy
either side. But are not these men.
with troubled minds themselves to
blame? Why don't men take a stand
and then stand there? The moment
a man begins to wabble he will find
both sides landing on him until they
pester the life out of him. After all,
the men who are troubled in that way
are the weak sisters, the men who
have not mind enough to make it up.
BUSINESS SUFFERS BY PETITION
Afton Star-Enterprise:—They are
having an interesting time in Ottum
wa over the saloon matter, the an
nual petition again being up for
passage. The business of men who
favor regulated saloons and also of
those who oppose them is suffering
from the effects of the battle. It is
to be hoped that the Shankland bill
will pass and do away with this pe
tition of consent, which is so vexa
tious to friends and neighbors and
detrimental to business interests. An
other thing, the whole county should
be allowed to vote on the question.
With the secret ballot, as the Shank
land bill favors, you vote according
to your belief and that is all there is
to it.
PETITION DOES MUCH DAMAGE
Sigourney Review:—They are now
going to have saloons in Ottumwa.
After one of the most disgraceful
fights we ever read of existing be
tween neighbors, the consent petition
was declared sufficient by a majority
of 11. Of course, it will go through
all of the courts before it is finally
settled. We don't know of anything
else that would cause so much trouble
among neighbors as this petition must
have done if the reports published in
the Ottumwa papers are reliable I
TRUST THE PEOPLE AT VOTING
Titonka Topic:—An Algona paper
comes out against the Shankland bill.
The Shankland bill proposes to sub
mit the question of saloon licenses to
local option by popular vote. Here
again the editor Bhows his colors and
is afraid of the people. He has
preached in season and out of season
that the people ought to rule by
popular vote upon political questions
and what is good reason in one case
ought to be good reason in other
cases. Why can't the editor trust the
people of Algona and vicinity to vote
down the saloon license? Has he no
confidence in his neighbor or does he
believe the majority of the people of
Algona are In favoi of saloons? If
the voters of Algona or any other
town believe open saloons are a good
thing compared with the "blind pigs,"
haven't they the right to legalize the
question by direct vote? That is the
Question.
A RESPECT FOR SHANKLAND
Chariton Leader:—To threaten men
by ostracism, business boycott or dis
missal from employment, as was done
in Ottumwa during the recent consent
petition fight, should they sign the
petition or not take their names (|S
when asked to has a tendency to
create a respect for the proposed
Shankland law, settling such matters
by a secret ballot. A right can never
be protected by wrong.
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The Diunont PteptaiSpn Ife-azil
Qonteins Six Million Ooffee Threes,
100„00. Ac -es of Land.
The Dumont plantation in Brazil
which belongs to an English syn
dicate contains more than, a hun
dred thousand acres and has six
mii'liliion coffee -trets undie.r: cultiva
tion.. The palntation has its own
private railway whLh connects with
the main line sixteen miles away,
and gjve® support to more than ai
thousand families. The "Paimiei
ras"* plantation is larger but not
aM given to coffee trees as is the!
Dunnon. The,rie aTe over -three hun
dred thousand acres in the Paim
•eira. It is neanly forty miles long
and thirty miles wiidie. More than
twothiirds of ,the ooffee to 'the worli
is raided In Brazil and the demand
for laborerts is always greater than/
the upply. There are thousands of
antatiions of from sixty thousand
to five hundred thousand trees.
Usually the trees are planned onl
tbe mountain slopes between one
and two thousand feet above sea
level but are also successfully]
grown on flliat lands when! fertiia
amd well dra in,e3. The treies be
to blossom in Septembr and by
•April or May the berries are ripe,
but thee is seldom a time of year
wlun blossoms are entirely absent.
ONLY
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ONE
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Call on me (or information about the low fares, tickets, rase nations, etc.
Had Slipped His Memory.
"Before I answer your question,"
said the great alienist, "permit me to
refresh my memory." Hereupon he
consulted a notebook. "May I ask,"
resumed the lawyer, "why you found
it necessary to consult some memo
randum before answering a simple
hypothetical question of only a few
thousand words?" "The fact is," re
plied the alienist, suavely, "that I did
that to get the point of view. I'd for
gotten which side I'd been retained on
in this particular case. Kindly spring
vour conundrum again."
SPECIAL TO WOMEN
Do you realize the fact that thousands of
women are now using
A Soluble Antiseptic Powder
as a remedy for mucous membrane af
fections, such as sore throat, nasal or
pelvic catarrh, inflammation or ulcera
tion, caused by female ills? Women who
have been cured say "it is worth its
weight in gold.'' Dissolve in water and
apply locally. For ten years the Lydia
E. Pinkham Medicine Co. has recom
mended Paxtine in their private cor
respondence with women.
For all hygienic and toilet uses it has
no equal. Only 50c. a large box at Drug
gists or sent postpaid on receipt of price.
Tbe Paxton Toilet Co., Boston, Mass.
One Way Colonist Tickets
March 15
to
April 15
HHCorrespondingly Low Fares
R. NANCARRJiV, Agent, Exira, Iowa.
apl5
HAL. S. RAY, Assistant General Passenger Agent,
Z1'"'
to Nortn Pacific Coast.
{.l:Tickets honored ia Tcurist
^SleepingCars upon payment
t|§|of berth rate about half
.:-: the standard Pullman fire.
Choice off Three Routes
Via Colorado Scenic Route to Salt Lake City thence Western
Pacific through Feather River Canyon via Colorado Scenic Routs to
Salt Lake City and Ogden thence Southern Pacific via El Paso and
New Mexico the direct route of lowest altitudes.— connecticn wi!h
the E. P. & S. W. and Southern Pacific. "7
DM Moines, Iowa $8$^ ifS
Land Value Almost Doubled
HEN a Lee county, Illinois, farmer
bought a run down 400-acre farm,
his neighbors thought he had made a
bad bargain. After three years' soil
treatment by scientific methods, ho
raised more than eighty bushels of corn to the
acre on land that produced less than thirty
bushels the first year he farmed it.
It is no longer unusual for us to get reports
from farmers who have been using manure
spreaders consistently for periods ranging from
three to five years, to the effect that their land
is regularly raising so much more produce that
the value of the land is almost doubled.
Manure Spreaders
are made in various styles and sizes to meet
all conditions. The lpw machines are not too
low to be hauled, loaded, through deep mud or
snow. I spreaders are made with trussed
steel frames in wide, medium and narrow
styles all of guaranteed capacity. There are
both return and endless aprons. In short,
there is an I spreader built to meet your
conditions and made to spread manure, straw,
lime, or ashes as required.
I re ad re ad an re
on the level, going up hill, or down. The
wheel rims are wide and equipped with Z-shaped
lugs, which provide ample tractive power. The
rear axle is located well under the body and
carries most of the load. The apron moves
on large rollers. The beater drive is posi
tive, but the chain wears only one side. The
IHC dealer will show you the most effective
machine for your work. You can get cata
logues from him, or, if you prdfer, write
International Harvester Company of America
'Incorporated)
Councfl Bluffs la.
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