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A TALE OF THE FRONTIER SYNOPSIS. Major McDonald, commanding an army >ost near Fort Dodge, seeks a man to ntercept his daughter, Molly, who Is leaded for the post. An Indian outbreak » threatened Sergeant “Brick'’ Hamlin neets the stage In which Molly Is Iravel ng. They an* attacked by Indians, and Hamlin and Molly escape in the darkness, flamlin tells Molly he was discharged from the Confederate service In disgrace *i? < * at l ’ ,ose °f the war enlisted in the regular army. He suspects one Cap tain I.eFevre of being responsible for tils disgrace. Tioops appear and under escort of I-iout. Gaskins Molly, starts to loin her father. Hamlin leaves to rejoin tils regiment. He returns to Fort Dodge after a summer of fighting Indians, and Molly there. Pilots are heard in the , Hamlin rushes out. sees what he believes is the figure of Molly hiding in the darkness and falls over the body of l.leutenant Gaskins, who accuses Hamlin or shooting him. The sergeant is proven innocent. lie secs Molly In company with Mrs. Dupont, wtiom ho recognizes as a former sweetheart, who threw him over . r .« * FVvro - Mrs. Dupont tells Hamlin l.cFevre forced her to send him a lying note. Hamlin declares he has been look ing for LoFevre to force him to clear Ills rft ?a« ' *' a * Pr he overhears Dupont and a soldier hatching up a money-making ri ' Molly seeks an Interview with lainlin. She says her father seems to be J n power of Mrs. Dupont, who claims L* i. a daughter of McDonald’s sister. Molly disappears and Humlln sets out to * ,or McDonald is ordered to Fort Hlploy HamlTn discovers that the man who left on the stuge under the name of McDonald was not the major. He finds McDonald’s murdered body. Hamlin takes Wasson, a guide, and two troopers and goes In pursuit of the murderers, who niul robbed McDonald of 130,000 paymas ters money Ho suspects Dupont. Con ners. soldier accomplice of Dupont. Is round murdered. Hamlin’s party is caught In a fierce blizzard while heading for the « Immaron. One manalies from cold and another almost succumbs. Wasson is uhot as they come in sight of the Cimmaron. Ilerolc work Hamlin resuscitates Carroll, Ids remaining trooper. Ilumlin discovers a log cabin hidden under a bluff, occuple 1 by Hughes, a cow thief, who Is laying for DeFevre. who cheated him in a cattle deal. His description identifies I.eFevre and Dupont as one and the same. Hughes allot Wasson mistaking him for one of I.eFevre’s party. Hamlin decides to wait at the cabin until the storm abates before attempting to take up the trail of I.e- Fevre. who is carrying Molly to the In dians’ camp. ’CHAPTER XXIX.—Continued. The cowman, muHled to the ears in a bufTalo coat, plunged profanely into the drift, slamming the door behind him. Hamlin hastily glanced over the few articles piled in readiness on the bench—ammunition, blankets, food — paying no heed to Carroll's muttering of discontent. By the time Hughes returned, he had everything strapped for the saddles. He thrust the cow man’s rifle under his own flap, but handed the latter a revolver, staring flraight into his eyes as he did so. "I reckofi you and I have got enough in common in this chase to play square,” he said grimly. ‘‘We're both out after Le Fevre, ain’t we?” “You bet.” "All right, then; here's your gun. If you try any trickery, Hughes, I’d ad vise that you get me the first shot, for you miss you’ll never have an cthcr.” The man drew the sleeve of his coat over his lips, his eyes shifting be fore the Sergeant’s steady gaze. "I ain’t thet sort,” ho muttered un < asily. "Yer don’t need to think thet o’ me”*, “Maybe not,” and Hamlin swung into the saddle carelessly. "Only I thought. I’d tell you beforehand what would happen if you attempt any fool play. Take the lead, you know •he trail.” Carroll, supporting himself by the •able, crept across to the door and watched them, reckless ns to the en tering cold. The glare of the white Know revealed clearly the outlines of he disappearing horsemen, as they rodo cautiously down the bank. The thin fringe of shore ice broke under tiio weight of the ponies’ hoofs, as the riders forced them forward into the Icy water. A moment later the two crept up the sharp incline of the op posite shore, appearing distinct against the sky ns they attained the summit. Hamlin waved his hand, and then, on a lope, the figures vanished into the gloom. Crying, and swearing at hiB helplessness, the deserted sol dier closed the door, and crept back shivering Into his blankets. Hughes turned his horse's head to the southwest, and rode steadily for ward, the buffalo overcoat giving him a shaggy, grotesque appearance In the spectral light reflected from the snow. Without a word Hamlin fol lowed, a pace behind. Their route lay for the first few miles across a com paratively level plateau, over which tbe fierce wind of the late Btorm had swept with such violence as to leave the surface packed firm. The night shut them in silently, giving to their Immediate surroundings a mournful loneliness most depressing. There vere no shadows*, only the dull snow jleam across which they passed like By Randall Parrish Jltiwor c/ "Keith o/% "~T>orderr My Lady of Doubf? My Lady South? c/c.e/c. . i Jmatrafion/i os 1 ~ Kl.Eantai CORy*X3HT ms BY A-C.ncci.UftG ft COi spectres, the only sound the crunching of their horses' hoofs on the crust. The Sergeant, staring about, felt that he had never looked upon a more de pressing spectacle than this gloomy landscape, desolate and wind-swept, still overarched with low-lying storm clouds, black and ominous. They advanced thus for two hours, making no attempt to force their ani mals, and scarcely exchanging a word, both men watchful of the snow under foot in search of a possible £rall, when the character of the country began to change. The level plain broke into a series of ridges of irregular forma tion, all evidently heading toward some more southern valley. In the de pressions the snow lay banked in deep rifts, and, after plunging desperately through two of these, unable to judge correctly in the dim light where to ride, Hughes turned more to the south, skirting along the bare slope of a ridge, trusting some turn lower down would yield them the necessary westerning. “It's over the ponies' heads down thar, Sergeant.” he said, pointing aide ways into the dark hollow, "an’ we’re bound to strike a cross-ridge afore we come to the bluffs." "What bluffs? The Canadian?” "Yep; It’s badly broken kentry a long ways west o' yere. Bad lands mostly, an' a hell o' a place for cattle to hide out.” "Hughes, do you know where Black Kettle’s camp is?” “Well, no, not exactly. Las' winter the Cheyennes was gettled ’bout op posite the mouth o’ Buffalo creek, an' thar 're down thar somewhar now. Thar *s ono thing sure—they ain’t any east o’ thet. As we ain’t hit no trail, I reckon as how Le Fevre’s outfit must hev drifted further then I calc'la ted.” "I thought so at the time,” com mented the other, quietly. "However, we will have to make the circle, and, if the country out yonder is as you de scribe, they will be no better off. They’ll have to follow the ridges to get through. We may get a glimpse when daylight comes.” They rode on steadily, keeping down below the crest of the hills, yet pick ing a passage where the snow had been swept clear. The slipperiness of the incline made their progress slow, as they dared not risk the breaking of a horse’s leg in that wilderness, and the faint glimmer was most confusing. The wind had ceased, the calm was impressive after the wild tumult, but the cold seemed to strengthen as the dawn advanced, viciously biting the exposed faces of the men. The strain ing ponies were white with frost. In the gray of a cheerless dawn they reached the first line of bluffs, and drew rein just below the summit, where they could look off across the lower ridges to the westward. It was a wild, desolate scene, the dull gray sky overhead, the black and white shading below. Mile on mile the picture unrolled to the horizon, the vista widening slowly as the light Increased, bringing forth the details of barren, wind-swept ridges and shal low valleys choked with snow. Not a tree, not a shrub, not even a rock Plunged Profanely Into the Drift. broke the dead monotony. All was loneliness and silence. The snow lay gleaming and untrampled, except as here and there a dull brown patch of dead grass darkened the side of a hill. Hamlin shadowed his eyes with gloved hands, studying Intently Inch by Inch the wide domain. Suddenly he arose EASTERN COLORADO TIMES In his stirrups, bending eagerly for ward, “By heaven! There they are, Hughes," he exclaimed, feeling the hot blood course through his veins. “See, on the incline of that third ridge. There Is a shadow there, and they are not moving. Here; draw In back of me; now you can see. It looks as though they had a horse down.” Hughes stared long In the direction Indicated, bis eyes narrowed into mere silts. "Ah! that's It,” he said at last. “Hor?e broke a leg; shot it jest then— -1 seen the flash. Now they’re goin' on. See! One fellow climbin' up be hind 'nother, an’ the horse left lyin’ thar on the siMliw.'’ “How mansSßjßteople do you make out?" and SSpffin’s voice Bhook a lit tle. “There’s four, ain’t there?" At that distance the fugitives looked like mere black dots. It could scarce ly be determined that they moved, and yet their outlines were distinct against the background of white snow, while the two watchers possessed the trained vision of the plains. Hughes answered after a deliberate Inspec tion, without so much as turning his head. “Thar’s four; leastwise thar tVSS four bosses, and two —the Injuns like ly—are ridln’ double. Thar animals are 'bout played, it lookß ter me—Jußt able ter crawl. Ain't had no fodder is 'bout the size o' it. We ought to be able ter head thet bunch oft 'fore they git to the Canadian at thet rate o’ travel—hey. Sergeant?" Hamlin's eyes followed the long sweep of the cross-ridge, studying its trend, and the direction of the inter vening valleys. Once down on the other slope all this extensive view would be hidden; they would have to ride blindly, guessing at the particular Bwalc along which those others were advancing. To come to the summit again would surely expose them to those keen Indian eyes. They would be searching the trail ahead ceaseless ly. noting every object along the crests of the ridges. However, If the passage around was not blocked with snow, they ought to attain the Junction in ample time. With twice as far to travel, their ponies were strong and fit and should win out agalnßt Le Fevre's starved beasts. He waved his gloved hand. “We’ll try It," he said, shortly; “come on, Hughes." He led off along the steep side of the hill, and forcing his horse into a sharp trot, headed straight out Into the white wilderness; Hughes, with out uttering a word, brought down his ifuirt on his pony’s flank and fol lowed. CHAPTER XXX. The Fight in the Snow. The slope toward the south had not been swept clear by the wind, and the horses broke through the crust to their knees, occasionally stumbling Into hollows where the drifts were deep. Tills made progress slow, al though Hamlin pressed forward reck lessly, fully aware of what It would mean should the fugitives emerge first, and thus achieve a clear pass age to the river. What was going on there to the right, behind the fringe of low hills, could not be conjectured, but to the left the riders could see clearly for a great distance over the desolate, snow-draped land, down to the dark waters of the Canadian and the shore beyond. It was all a deso late waste, barren of movement, and no smoke bore evidence of any Indian encampment near by. A mile or more to the west the river took a sharp bend, disappearing behind the bluffs, and on the open plain, barely visible against the unsullied mantle of snow, were dark specks, apparently moving, but in erratic fashion. The distance intervening was too great for either man to distinguish exactly what these might be, yet as they plunged onward their keen eyes searched the valley vigilantly through the cold clear air. "Some of your long-horns, Hughes?" asked the Sergeant finally, pointing as he turned and glanced back. "Quite a bunch of cattle, it looks to me." "Them thar ain’t .cows," returned the other positively. "Tha’re too close ly bunched up. 1 reckon it’ll be Black Kettle's pony herd." "Then Ills village will lie in beyond the big bend th re," and Hamlin rose ( In his stirrups, Bhading his eyes. “The herders haven’t driven them far since the storm broke. You don't see any smoke, do you?”. Hughes shook his head. “You wouldn't likely see none against the gray sky; them ponies is two er maybe three miles off, an’ ’ ther camp Is likely a mile er so furth er. Thar’s a big bend thar, as I re member; a Bort o’level spot with bluff all 'round, Jcept on the side 'o ther river. We hed a cattle corral thar onc't, durln' a round-up. Most likely that's whar they are.” “And L,e Fevre 1b heading straight for the spot. Well, he'll have to come out on this bench flrst.” “Yep, there sure ain't no valleys lying between. How many o’ these yere gulch openings have we got past already?” > “Three; there’s the fourth Just ahead That’s the one they were trail- ing through. No doubt about that. Is there?” "Not 'less them Injuns took to the ridge. They wus sure In the tourth valley when we tust sighted the outfit back thar. Whatcher goin' ter do. Ser geant? Jump 'em a hoss-back, an' Just pump lead?" Hamlin had thought this over as he rode and already had planned his at tack. The opening to the valley along which Le Fevre’s exhausted party were slowly advancing toward them, seemed favorable—lt was narrow and badly choked with snow. It offered an Ideal place for a surprise and was far enough away from the Indian en campment—lf the latter was situated as Hughes believed, In the great bend above—so that no echo of shots would carry that distance, even through the crisp atmosphere. There were twe things the Sergeant had determined to accomplish if possible—the rescue of Miss Molly uninjured, and the cap ture of Le Fevre. No matter how deeply he despised the man he could not afford to have him killed. So far as the Indians were concerned there would be no mercy shown, for II either one escaped he would carry the news to the village. With all this In mind the Sergeant swung out ot the saddle, dropping the rein to the ground, confident that the tired cow pony would remain quiet. His belt was buckled outside the army over coat, and he drew hiß revolver, tested it, and Blipped it back loosely into the holster. Then he pulled out the rifle from under the flap of the saddle, grimly handling It In his gloved fin gers. Hughes, his head sunk into his fur collar, his hot breath steaming In the cold atmosphere, watched him curiously. “Lookin' fer a right smart fight, .' reckon,” he Bald, a trifle uneasily. “Be lieve me, yer ain't goln’ ter find thet “By Heavens! There They Are, Hughes." fellar no spring chicken. He's some on tiler gun play.” "I hope he knows enough to quit when he's cornered," returned the other pleasantly, sweeping his eyes to the opening in the hills, “for I'm aim ing to to take him back to Kansas alive." “The hell ye are!” "That's the plan pardner, and I’ve got reason for it. I knew Le Fevre once, years ago, during the war, and I’ve been some anxious to get my hands on him ever since. He's worth far more to me alive than dead, just now, Hughes." his voice hardening, "you’ll bear that fact in mind when the fracas beginB. From now on this is my affair, not yours. You under stand? You get.busy with the two bucks, and leave the white man to me. Come on now —dismount.” Hughes came to the ground with evident reluctance, swearing savagely "What do yer think I'm yere for," he demanded roughly, “if it wa’n't to shoot that cuss?" Hamlin strode swiftly over, and dropped a hand on the shaggy shoul der. "You are here because I ordered you to come with me; because If you hadn't I would have killed you back there in the shack, you red-handed murderer. Now listen, Hughes. I know what you are—a cattle "thief. You and Le Fevre belong to the same outfit, only he was the smarter of the two. I have spared your life for a purpose, and if you fail me now I’ll shoot you down as I would a dog. Don’t try to threaten me, you cur, for I am not that kind. I am not trusting you; I haven’t from the first, but you are going into this fight on my side, nnd under my orders." The two men glared into each oth er’s eyes, silent, breathing hard, but there was a grim determination about the Sergeant’s set Jaw that left Hughes speechless. He grinned weak ly, stamping down the snow under foot. Hamlin's continued silence brought a protest to his lips. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Too Good to Lend. Agnes—This novel looks awfully In teresting. Is It good? - Gladys—It's perfectly splendid. I’c lend It to you In a minute, but It be longs to me.—Life. DAINTIES FOR HOT DAY PARFAITB MAKE MOBT DELICIOUS DEBBERT IN BUMMER. | / Particularly Good In That They May Be Prepared In Advance of the Reet of the Meal—Whipped Cream the Beet Baae. The parfalta, and mousses and bis cuits (pronounced in French, ‘'bisk wee'’) are particularly practical des serts, as they need no stirring during the freezing process. They can ba made and left to ripen some hours before serving. This enables the cook to set the dessert aside and do all the rest of her work up to the last min ute. And, again, they are less trou ble to prepare than pies, cakes or pud lings. They should, however, be eaten very slowly, that the digestion may not be retarded by chilling. These simple concoctions are in gen eral light ice creams, having as a base justards, creams, whipped eggs rein forced with fruits, sirups and gela tin or combinations of these. The most frequent base is whipped cream. The cream must be beaten until very stiff, flavored as desired and placed in a mold in the ice for three to four aours. All ingredients must be care fully folded Into the cream to pre serve the mosslike texture of the frozen product. Gelatin can be used with this cream and the whip of thin :ream as well. When using fruit it is generally bet ter to use the juices, or pulp, as bits if fruit become too much like lumps if Ice to be pleasant eating. The difference between parfalts and mousses may be said to consist in the use of eggs and sirupß in parfalts and the sugar and gelatin in mousses. The biscuit is merely mousße molded in in dividual forms. While preparing the mixture, place the mold on Ice until it is thoroughly cooled, then put in the mixture by spoonfuls and spread it carefully throughout the mold. Fill so that when the cover is put on some of the mix ture will be forced out. Cover the top of the mold (before putting on the lid) with buttered paper or Boft wrapping paper a little larger than the surface to be covered. Put on the cover, and bury the mold in the freezing mixture for from three to four hours. If this method is followed, 'to Balt can pos sibly enter the mold. Tho ordinary proportion for freez ing is three parts of ice to one of rock salt, but here we suggest two parts of ice to one of rock salt. When rock salt and ice about the same Bize are mixed, the salt melts the ice in ortiftr to unite with it. In this way the salt, too, dissolves, so that both solids are liquefied. The heat which causes this to happen is drawn from the ice cream which is to be frozen, as it is by the heat that the freezing process is irorous or snow ice, as the air holes permit the salt’s easy access to the ice, .causing it to mell rapidly. Do not draw off the watei in the freezer until the ice floats on top (this liquid being colder than the unmelted ice), because the freezing process is at its height and the water from this time on will rise in tem perature and can then be drawn off. If necessary at this point, more ol the freezing mixture can be added. Wash the mold in cold water, re move all brine, and wipe perfectly dry. Remove cover and paper. Invert the mold on a flat dish, and if the room is warm it should slip out comfortably. If it does not rinse a cloth in hot wa ter and wrap it about the mold for s minute or so until the contents slide out readily. It is better not to let mousses oi parfalts freeze very hard, as they are difficult to remove from molds and are not so pleasant to eat Very often to obviate the diflicalties encountered on removing these tightly frozen dessertß, the mold Is lined with a sherbet whose melting point is higher than the mousse or parfalt. Spanish Shortcake. Three eggs, half a cupful of butter, one cupful of sugar, two-thirds of a cupful of sweet milk, a teaspoonful oi cinnamon, two cupfuls of flour and one teaspoonful of baking powder. Stir the flour in, do not knead; th« eggs, butter and sugar should be beat en together until very light. Baka In a shallow tin. "When it is dona spread a thin frosting over the top made of the white of one egg, a lib tie pulverized sugar and a teaspoon ful of cinnamon. Set in the oven tc brown. To Clear Boup. Many housewives dislike to strain soup. This discovery may make It easier: Pour the soup, while hot, through a muslin cloth, which has Just been wrung out of ice water. When It haß all been strained, heat again and serve. Pickled Silver Skin Onions. Peel silver-skinned onions, stick clove in each, pack closely In jars, cover with, .boiling vinegar In which a level teaspoon of salt to each quart has been added.