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A TALE OF THE FRONTIER SYNOPSIS. Major McDonald, commanding an army jiost near Fort Dodge, socks a man to intercept his daughter. Molly, who is headed for the post. An Indian outbreak Is threatened. Sergeant •'Brick'' Hamlin meets the stage in which Molly is travel ing. They are attacked by Indians, and Hamlin and Molly escape in the darkness. Hamlin tells Molly he was discharged from the Confederate service in disgrace and at the close of the war enlisted in. the regular army. He suspects one Cap t iln LeFevre of being responsible for his disgrace. Troops appear and under escort of Lieut. Gaskins Molly sturts to join her father Hamlin leaves to rejoin i's regiment. He returns to Fort Dodge after a summer of fighting Indians, and finds Molly there. Lieutenant Gaskins accuses Hamlin of shooting him. The sergeant is proven innocent. He sees Molly In company with Mrs. Dupont, whom he recognizes as a former sweet heart. who threw him over for LeFevre. Liter he overhears Dupont and a soldier hatching up a money-making plot. Molly tells Hamlin her father seems to be In the power of Mrs. Dupont, who claims to boa daughter of McDonald's sister. Mol ly disappears and Hamlin sets out to trace her. Jtijfley. Hamlin finds McDonald's mur derld body. He takes Wasson, a guide, ami two troopers and goes In pursuit of tiie murderers, who had robbed McDon ald .of $30,000 paymaster's money. He sus pects Dupont. Conners, soldier accom ulujo of Dupont. Is found murdered. Ham lin’S party Is caught In a fierce blizzard wlfUe heading for the Clmmaron. One inaif dies from cold and another almost succumbs. Wasson Is shot as they come In sight of Clmmaron. Hamlin discovers a log cabin hidden under a bluff, occupied by Tlughcs. a cow-thief, who Is laying for LoFcvte. who cheated him in ti cattle deal His description Identifies LeFevre nndl Dupont us one and the same. Hughes shot WjkHsnn mistaking him for one of LeFevres party. Hamlin and Hughes takl* up the trail of LeFevre. who Is carrying Molly to the Indian's camp. Two days out they sight the fugitives. * CHAPTER XXX.—Continued. ‘‘Damn if I know why you say that,*’ ho began “Haven’t I been square?” “Because I know your style, Hughes. You hate Le Fevro for the dirty trick he played on you, but you’d sell out to him again in five minutes if you thought there was any money in it. I don’t propose giving you the chance. You'll go ahead, and you are in more danger from me than that outfit yon der. Now move, and we’ll take a look up the valley.” They ploughed away through the drifts to the mouth of the narrow opening between the hills, dropping to their knees in tfye snow, and cautious ly creeping forward the last few yards. Hamlin, convinced that fear alone could control the ex-eowthief, kept slightly to the rear. “Now wait, Hughes,” lie said, his voice lowered but still tense with command. “Be careful, man. Crawl up there in between those drifts, and look over. Keep down low. you fool.” The two men wriggled slow.ly fpr ward, smothered in the snowdrift, un til Hughes’ eyes barely topped the surface. Hamlin kix outstretched a foot below, the slightest sign of treachery. The cowman stared up the depression, blinking his eyes ‘•By All the Gods, Dupont,” Roared the Sergeant, “Do You Want Me to Shodt?" in the snow glare. The impatient Sergeant gripped his arm. “Well, what is it? Are they com ing?” “You bet, an’ about dead, from the looks of ’em. Them fellars ain’t look in’ fer nuthin’. I reckon I could stand up straight yere an’ they’d never see iue. Take a look yerself; it’s safe nough.” Hamlin drew himself up. and peered out over the snow, but still gripped the others’ arm. With his first glance up the valley there swept over him a strange feeling of sympathy for those lie was hunting. It was a dismal, de pressing picture—the bare, snow-cov ered hillsides, and between, flounder ing weakly through the drifts, the lit tle party of fugitives, the emaciated ponies staggering with weakness, the By Randall Parrish Jlulhor of" Keith oftie My Lady of Doubt: My Lady ofti*. , South? cJb.cfc. / } “mtsUr » OOf>HIOHT 191* BY A.C.M C CIURG ft CO- men on foot, reeling as they tramped forward, their heads lowered fh utter The girl alone was In sad dle, so wfapped about in blankets as to be formless, even her face con cealed. The manner In which she swayed to the movement of the pony, urged on by one of the Indians, waß evidence that she was bound fast, and helpless. At sight of her condition Hamlin felt his old relentless purpose return. He was plalnßman enough to realize what suffering those men had passed through before reaching such extremity, and was quick to appreci ate the full meaning of their exhaus tion, and to sympathize with It. He had passed through a similar baptism, and remembered the desperate clutch of the storm-king. But the sight of that poor girl sway ing helplessly In the saddle, a bound prisoner in the midst of those rufllans, who had murdered her father before her eyes and who were bearing her to all the unspeakable horrors of In dian captivity, instantly stifled within him every plea or mercy. No matter what they had suffered, they were a ruthless, merciless gang of cut throats, and thieves, fleeing from Jus tice, deserving of no consideration. Yet their distressed appearance, their lack of vigilance, rendered him care less. They seemed too weak to resist, too exhausted to fight; the cold pluck ing at their hearts had seemingly al rt-ady conquered. It was this Impres sion which caused him to act reckless ly, rising to his feet, rifle In hand, di rectly In their track, halting their ad vance with stern command. "Hands up! Quick now, the three of you! Don’t wait, Dupont; I’ve got the drop!” The white man was In front, a huge, shapeless figure in his furs, his black beard frosted oddly. He stood motion less, astounded at this strange nppn rition in blue cavalry overcoat, which had sprung up so suddenly in that wilderness. For an Instant he must have deemed the vision confronting him some Illusion of the desert, for he never stirred except to rub a gloved hand across his eyes. "By nil the gods, Dupont," roared the Sergeant impatiently, "do you want me to shoot? Damn you, throw lip your hand's!" Slowly, as though his mind was still in a dream, the man’s hands were lift ed above his head, one grasping a short, sawed-off gun. The expression upon his face -.vns ugly, as he began to dimly understand what this unexpect ed hold-up meant. There followed an instant of silence. In which Hamlin forgetful of Hughes, who still re mained lying quiet in the snow, took a step or two forward, rifle at shoul der. The two Indians, swathed in blankets, but with arms upraised, were in direct line, motionless as stat ues. He could see the gleam of their dark eyes, and even noticed the figure of the girl straighten In the saddle. Dupont gave fierce utterance to an oath. Apparently he failed to recog nize the soldier, but as Hughes rose to his knees, suspicion leaped instantly to his brain. "A holdup, hey!" he said coolly. "Hughes, you sneaking old coward, come out into the open once. What Is it you want?” "Nothing to that, Dupont,” returned the Sergeant, glancing back question ingly toward his companion. "Your old partner Is here under my orders. I am Sergeant Hamlin, Seventh Cav alry. Throw down that gun!" “What! You—” "Yes, you are my prisoner. I’ve fol lowed you from Dodge. Throw down the gun!” It dropped sullenly into the snow "Now, Hughes, go ahead, and dis arm those Indians." The cowman shuflled forward, re volver in hand, circling to keep safe ly beyond the reach of Dupont, who eyed him maliciously. The latter was so buttoned up In a buffalo coat as to make it impossible for him to reach a weapon, and Hamlin permitted his eyes to waver slightly, as he watched the Indians. What occurred the next Instant came eo suddenly as scarcely to leave an Impression. It was swift, instinctive action, primitive impulse. An Indian hand fell beneath its blan ket covering; there was a flash of flame across a pony's saddle; Hughes sprang backward, and went reeling in to the snow. Hamlin fired, as the sav age dodged between the horse’s legs, sending him sprawling, and, Ignoring the other Indian, swung about to cov er Dupont. Swift as he moved, he was too late. With one desperate EASTERN COLORADO TIMES. spring backward the white man was behind the womans' pony, sheltered by her shapeless figure, gripping the animal's bit. The second Indian dropped to his knees and opened fire. With a sudden lurch forward tiie Ser geant plunged headlong In the snow. > CHAPTER XXXI. The Girl and the Man. As he went down, uninjured, but realizing now that this was to be a battle to the death Hamlin flung open his coat, and gripped his revolver. Lying there on his face he fired twice, deliberately, choosing exposed In dian as a target. The latter, striving to mount his frightened pony, fell for ward, grasping the mane desperately, a stream of blood dyeing his blanket as the animal dashed across the val ley. Dupont had whirled the girl's horse to the left, and, with .her body as a shield, was attempting to escape. Already he was too far away to make a revolver shot safe. Hamlin arose to his knees, and picked up the dropped rifle. His lips were pressed tight; his eyes full of grim determination. Why didn’t Dupont Are? Could It be he was unarmed? Or was he hoping by delay to gain a closer sh_ot? Keen-eyed, res olute, the Sergeant determined to take no chances. The rifle came to a level—a spurt, of flame, a sharp re port, and the pony staggered to Its knees, and sank, bearing Its helpless burden with It. Dupont let go his grip on the rein, and stood upright, clearly outlined against the white hillside, staring back toward the kneeling Ser geant, the faint smoke cloud whirling between. "All right—damn you—you’ve got me!” he said sullenly. Hamlin never moved, except to snap out the emptied cartridge. "Unbutton that coat,” he command ed tersely. “Now turn around. No shooting Iron, hey! That’s rather careless of a gun man." He dropped his rifle, and strode for ward revolver In hand, glancing curl: ously at the dead Indian as he passed. A riata hung to the pommel of a sad dle, and he paused to shake It loose, uncoiling the thin rope, but with watchful eyes constantly on his pris oner. He felt no fear of Dupont, now that he knew the fellow to be un armed, and the wounded Indian had vanished over the ridge. Yet Dupont Was a powerful man, and desperate enough to accept any chance. Some thing In the sullen, glowing face con fronting him awoke the Sergeant to caution. He seemed to sense the plan of the other, and stopped suddenly, slipping the rope through his fingers. He swung the coil about his head, measuring the distance, every faculty concentrated on the toss. He had for gotten Hughes lying in the snow be hind; he neither saw nor heard the fellow scramble weakly to his knees, revolver outsretched in a half-frozen hand. And Hughes, Ills eyes already •glazing intleath, saw only the two fig ures. In that.moment hate triumphed over cowardice; he could not distin guish which was Dupont, which Ham lin. In the madness of despair he cared llt'ie —only he would kill some one before he died. His weapon wavered frantically ns he sought to aim, the man holding himself up by one hand. Dupont, facing that way, 'saw this apparition, and leaped aside, stumbling over the dead pony. Hughes' weapon belched, and Hamlin, the las so whirling nbove him in the air, pitched forward, and came crashing down into the snow. It was nil the work of an instant, a wild, confused bit, so rapidly enacted ns to seem unteal even to the partici pants. Hamlin lay motionless, bare ly conscious of living, yet unable to stir a muscle. Hughes, screaming out one oath, sank back into a heap, Ills frozen fingers stilt gripping his smok ing weapon. Then Dupont rose cau tiously to his knees, peering forth across the dead body of the pony. The man was unnerved, unable at first to comprehend, what had occurred. He was saved as by a miracle, and his great form shook from head to foot. Then, as his eyes rested on the out stretched body of the Sergeant, hate conquered every other feeling; he staggered to his feet, picked up the gun lying in the snow, walked across and brutally kicked the prostrate form. There was no response, no movement. "All I wish is that I'd been the one to kill yer," he growled savagely, grin ning down. “Hell or a good shot, though I reckon the blame fool meant It tor me.” He threw the rifle forward, In readiness, and moved cau tiously over toward Hughes. "Deader than a door-nail," he mut tered, pressing "back the buffalo coat, and staring contemptuously down into the white, staring face. "I wonder how that coward ever happened to be here —laying out for me, I reckon!” He straightened up and laughed, glancing furtively about. “Some good joke that. The whole outfit cleaned out, and me twenty thousand to the good,” feeling inside his coat to make sure. "It’s there all right. Well, good-bye, boys, there don’t seem to be nothing here for me to stay for.” He caught the straying pony and swung up Into the saddle, glanced about once more at the motionless figures, and finally rode off up the ridge, unconsciously following the tracks left by the fleeing Indian. If the girl ever occurred to him, he gave no slgn_of remembrance, and she ut tered no word. Lying on her side, her eyes wide open, she watched him ride away, across the barren Bpace, until the slow-moving pony topped the ridge, and disappeared on the other side. Twice the man turned and glanced back Into the valley, but saw nothing except the black blotches on the snow. Molly made no motion, no outcry. She preferred death there alone, rather than rescue at his hands. Scarcely conscious, feeling no strength In her limbs, no hope pulsing at her heart, she closed her eyes and lay still. Yet wrapped about as she was, her young body remained warm, and the very disappearance of Dupont yielded a sense of freedom, awoke a strong desire to live. Her eyes opened again, despairingly, and gazed across the barren expanse. She could Bee Hamlin lying face downward, the yel low lining of his cavalry cape over his head. It seemed to her the man's foot moved. Could she be dreaming? No! He actually drew up one limb. This evidence that the Sergeant still lived gave her fresh strength and renewed determination. She strug “Oh, God!” She Sobbed, “What Can I Do?” gled to move hpr own feet; the left was free, but the right was caught firmly beneath the pony. She strug gled desperately, forgetful ol' pain, in the faith that she’might save Ham lin. Little by little she worked the imprisoned limb free, only to find It numb and helpless. She lay there breathless, conscious that she ached from head to foot. Beyond her the Sergeant groaned and turned partial ly over upon his side. Tugging at the blanket she-managed to free one arm, gripped the -mane of the dead pony, and drew herself into a sitting pos ture. Now the blood seemed to surge through her veins In new volume, and she labored feverishly, to release the other hand. At last she undid a kndt with her teeth, and slipped the blanket from her, beating her hands together to restore circulation. Her right leg still was too numb to stand upon, but she crept forward, dragging it helplessly behind her over the snow, to where Hamlin lay. The girl's heart seemed to stop beating as she looked at him:—at the white, colorless face, the closed eyes, the discoloration of blood staining the temple. Yet he lived; his faint breath was plainly perceptible in the frosty air. "O God!” she sobbed, “what can I do!” It was an unrestrained cry of an guish, yet there was no hesitation. She had forgotten everything except that helpless figure lying before her on the snow—her own danger, the sur rounding desolationT~the dead forms accentuating that wilderness tragedy. With bare hands she bathed his face in snow, rubbing the fiesh until it flushed red, pressing her own warm body against his, her lips speaking his name again and again, almost hys terically, as*though she hoped thus to call him back to consciousness. Her exploring fingers told her that it was no serious wound which had creased the side of his head; j4*sthere was no other he would surely Tftvive, and the discovery sent her blood throbbing through her veins. She lifted his head to her lap, chafing his cold wrists frantically, her eyes staring again out across the barren snow fields, with fresh realisation of their iutense lone liness. She choked back a sob of de spair, and glanced down again into Hamlin's face. He did not stir but his eyes were open, regarding her in be wilderment. "Molly,” he whispered, forgetting, •‘is this really you? What has hap pened?” The girl's eyes filled Instantly with tears, but she did not move, except that the clasp of her hands grew stronger. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Undaunted. "What did that eminent personage do when you told him you wanted to take his picture?” "He called the dog.” "And what did you do then?" “Oh, I took the dog's picture, too." GOLDEN STRUCK BY CLOUDBURST DENVER CAR D0DGE3 ACR08S BRIDGE AS IT SINKS—HALTS ON THE VERY BRINK. DAMAGE IS $15,000 LIGHTNING SHOCKS GIRL-FARMS OVERFLOWED AND RESI DENCES DAMAGED. Western N( tvspnper Union News Service. Golden, Colo. —A cloudburst, attend ed by lightning and thunder, south of Golden caused a fifteen-foot wall of water to rush, swirling and raging, down Kinney's run, sweeping through fine residences and places of business, tearing out bridges and inundating truck gardens in the lowlands towards Denver. The dowypour lasted for hour and a half. Miss Ruby Kalabaugh was stunned by a bolt of lightning. The loss to truck gardens and farms has not been calculated. Estimates place the damage to residences, busi nesses and bridges at $15,000. A Denver and Interurban car, load ed with sixty persons, passed over one bridge a few moments before it went crashing into the raging torrent. It stopped just short of a second bridge before it slid into the water. Police and residents of Golden rode Into the flood waters and succeeded after some time in rescuing all occu pants of the car. The residences of S. T. Shipman and George Kellum, two of the finest in Golden, were deluged. With the first intimations of a floe : farmers and truck raisers in the low lands sought higher ground. Water main and sewer connections were broken and the city was without electric light until S o'clock. REPRESENT BRITISH PRIORITY. Grand Master Melith Given Signal and Unique Honor on Visit to English Conclave. Denver, Aug. 12. —Armed with cre dentials bearing the autograph signa ture oZ the Duke of Connaught, Wil liam B. Melish, grand eminent com mander of the Knights Templar of America, will at the grand but! on Thursday evening officially represent the Grand Priory of England and Wales at the conclave now in session here. Sir Knight Melish will appear at this ball in the uniform of the or der in Great Britain, and this will be the first time that this uniform has ever been worn at any conclave in this country. “Immediately after I give tip the of fice of grand commander of the Knights Templar of this country I am going to step into the uniform of the Knights of England, and become the representative of that country,” de clared Melish. The honor of being ap pointed special representative for the Grand Priory of England and Wales conferred upon Melish is the first that has ever been given a knight of this country. Lind’s Arrival Sign of Peace. Washington, Aug. 12.—The ar rival in Mexico City of John Lind, per sonal representative and officially des ignated adviser to the American em bassy, ended some tense moments in the Mexican situation. Administra tion officials look forward hopefully to a favorable reception of their ef forts to suggest measures of peace in ending the struggle between the con tending factions in Mexico. Threatened Outbreak Squelched. Washington.—Another th reatened outburst in the Senate over the Mexi can situation was squelched by em phatic disapproval from Republicans and Democrats, who joined in declar ing that the Senate should not, by dis cussion, lend weignt to any efforts to intensify feeling in Mexico. Confesses Killing Friend. Braymer, Mo. —William J. Collins, twenty-two, according to county of ficers. confessed that he killed his riend, John P. Benson, formerly an attorney of Braymer, ancl burned the body in the Benson shanty on a claim near Clemens, Alberta, Canada, last May, after taking $1,800 from the clothing. Hoggatt Named on State Land Board. Denver. —Volney T. Hoggatt of Den ver was appointed registrar of the State Land Board by Governor Elir4fc M. Ammons to succeed Dr. B. L. fCT* 'ersen, who resigned a month ago to 'iecome United States minister to Nic xrtgua.