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A TALE Or IDE FRONTIER. 7»Sa*» 'Randall T^krjsii Ja//>ortf''Kcm of tie My Lady of Dou^i- My lady of tic (South ’’ jr | V.L.BarncA ■ ' % '0 \ l 'iPwfFf H COP>RKjHT 1912 BY A-C.M'CLURQ & CCk n SYNOPSIS. Major McDonald, commanding an army post near Fort Dodge, seeks a man to Intercept bis daughter, Molly, who Is headed for the post. An Indian outbreak is threatened. “Brick” Hamlin, ser geant who has just arrived with mes sages to McDonald, volunteers for the mission. Molly arrives at Fort Ripley two days ahead of schedule. She decides to push on to Fort Dodge by stage In company with "Sutler Bill” Moylan. Gon aales, a gambler, is also a passenger. Hamlin meets the stage with stories of depredations committed by the Indians. The driver deserts the stage when Indi ans appear. The Indians are repulsed In attacks on the stage. Moylan and Gonzales are killed. Hamlin and Molly plan to escape In the darkness byway Os a gully. Molly Is wounded and Ham lin carries her. They cross a river and go Into hiding. The Indians discover their escape and start pursuit, but go in the wrong direction, Hamlin is much excited at finding a haversack marked C. S. A. He explains to Molly that he was in the Confederate service and dismissed in dis grace under charges of cowardice. At the close of the war he enlisted in the regu lar service. He says the haversack was the property of one Capt. LeFevre, who he suspects of being responsible for his disgrace and for whom he has been hunting ever since. Troops appear on the scene. Under escort of Lieut. Gas kins Molly starts to join her father. Hamlin leaves to rejoin his regiment CHAPTER Xlll—Continued. Thirty minutes later In the great barn-llke barracks, he hung his ac coutrements ever the bed assigned him in the far corner, and, revolver belt still buckled about his waist, stood at the open window, striving to de termine which of those winking lights Bhone from the house where he had Been her. There had been something In the eagerness of her voice which he could not forget, nor escape from. She had seemed to care, to feel an in terest deeper than mere curiosity. The Sergeant’s heart beat rapidly, even while he sternly told himself he was a fool. A hand touched his shoulder, and he wheeled about to grip Was sons’ hand. “Well, ‘Brick,’ old hoy,” said the scout genially, although his thin face was as solemn as ever; “bo you fel lows have come back to be In the shindy?” “We’ve been in it all summer, Sam,” was the reply. “It’s been lively enough south of the Cimarron, the Lord knows. I’ve been riding patrol for months now. -But what’s up? No one seems to know why we were ordered in.” “It’s all guess-work here,” and Was son sat down on tae narrow bed and lit his pipe. “But the ‘old man’ is get ting something under way, consolidat ing troops. Y«ur regiment Is going to be used, that’s certain. I’ve been car ryin’ orders between here an’ Wallace for three weeks now, an’ I’ve heard Sheridan explc.-de once or twice. He’s tired of this guerilla business, an’ wants to have one good fight.” "It is getting late.” “That’s the way he figures it out, accordin’ to my notion. We’ve always Jet those fellows alone during the bad .weather, an’ they’ve got so they ex pect it. The ‘old man’ figures he’ll give ’eu, a surprise.” “A winter campaign?” “Why not? We can stand It if they can. O’ course, I’m just guessin’; there’s no leak at headquarters. But Custer’s up there,” with a wave of the hand to the north, “and they’ve got the maps out." “What maps?” “1 only got a gftmpse of them out of the tail of my eye, but I reckon they was of the kintry south of the Arkan sas, along the Canadian.” Hamlin sat down beside him, staring across the big room. “Then it’s Black Kettle; his band is ■down on the Washita,” he announced. “I hope it’s true.” “They're arrangin’ supply depots, anyhow; six companies of infantry are on Monument Creak, and five troops of cavalry on the North Canadian a’ready. Wagon trains have been haulin’ supplies. There’s some stiff work ahead when the snow flies, or I miss my guess.” Hamlin sat silent, thinking, and the scout smoked quietly, occasionally glancimg towa-d his companion. Final ly he spoke a gain, his voice barely audible. “That little girl you sent In with us is here yet.” The Sergeant was conscious that his cheeks flamed, but he never looked up. “Yes, I saw h sr es we came in.” "She’ti asked ma about you once or twice; don’t tsetm to forget what you did for her.” “Sorry to hiar that.” “No, yer n»:; cauldn’t no man be sorry to have a (fin! like that take an interest in him. ’Tain’t in human na ture. What did yer tell her about ms?” STONES THAT SEEK COMPANY Peculiarity of S in.aH Rocks of Nevada Draws Tl em Together as by a Magnet. "Traveling stones,” from the size of * pea to six inches in diameter, are fraud in Nevada. When distributed on a floor or other level surface, with in two or three feet of one another, they immediately begin to travel to ward a common canter, and there lie fuddled like a of Ip ft “Tell her!” surprised. “Why, I only advised her to hang close to you if anything happened. I didn’t exactly like the style of the Lieutenant.” “Thet’s wat I thought. Well, she’s done it, though thet hasn’t pried her loose from Gaskins. He’s hauntin’ her like a shadow. It’s garrison talk they’re engaged, but I ain’t so sure 'bout thet. She an’ I hev got to be pretty good friends, though o’ course, it’s strictly on the quiet. I ain’t got no invite to officers’ row yit. She’s asked me a lot ’bout you.” “Interesting topic.” "Well, I reckon as how she thinks it is, enyhow. Yesterday she asked me ’bout thet scrimmage yer had down on the Canadian. She’d heerd ’bout it somehow, an’ wanted the story straight. So I told her all I knowed, an’ yer oughter seed her eyes shine while I wus sorter paintin’ it up.” “Oh, hell; let’s drop it,” disgustedly. “The Lieutenant here yet?” "Sure; his Company is down on Monument, but he got special detail. He’s got a pull, Gaskins has.” "How is that?” “His old man Is Senator, or some thing, an’ they say, has scads o’ money. Enyway, the kid finds the army a soft snap. First scoutin’ de tail he ever had when you met him. Didn’t hunt no danger then, so fur as I could see. Nice little dude, with a swelled head, but popular with the ladies. I reckon McDonald ain’t ob jectin’ none to his chasin’ after Miss Molly; thet’s why he’s let her stay in this God-forsaken place so long. Well, ‘Brick,’ I reckon I’ve told all the news, and hed better move ’long.” "Hold on a minute, Sam,” and Ham lin, suddenly recalled to earth, reached for the haversack hanging on the iron bedpost. "Moylan, the fellow who was killed in the coach with us, had this bag. According to Miss McDonald, he bought it here Just before starting on the trip. See this inscription; those are the intials of an old acquaint ance of mine I’d like to trace. Any Idea where Moylan found It?” Wasson held the bag to the light studying the letters. "Fourth Texas—hey? That your regiment?” The Sergeant nodded, his Hps tight ly pressed together. "Must hev come from Dutch Charlie’s outfit,” the scout went on slowly. "He pick 3 up all that sorter truck.” "Where is that?” “In town thar, under the bluff. We’ll look it up tomorrow.” CHAPTER XIV. Under Arrest. One by one the barrack lights went out as the tired troopers sought their beds. Hamlin extinguished his also, and only one remained burning, left for emergency near the door, which flung a faint glow over the big room. But the Sergeant’s reflections kept him awake, as he sat on the foot of his bed, and stared out of the open window into the darkness. There was little upon which to focus his eyes, a few yellow gleams along officers’ row, where callers still lingered, and the glow of a fire in front of the distant guard-house, revealing occasionally the black silhouette of a passing senti nel. Few noises broke the silence, ex cept the strains of some distant mu sical instrument, and a voice far away saying good-night. Once he awoke from revery to listen to the call of the guards, as it echoed from post to post, ceasing with “All well, Number Nine,” far out beyond the stables. The familiar sound served to recall him to the reality of his position. What was the use? What business had he to dream? For months now he had kept that girl’s face before him, in memory of a few hours of hap piness when he had looked into her dark eyes and heard her pleasant speech. Yet from the first he had known the foolishness of it all. He was nothing to her, and could never become anything. Even if he cleared his past record and stepped out of the ranks into his old social position, the chances were she would never over look what he had been. Her gratitude meant little, nor her passing interest in his army career. All that was the natural result of his having saved her life. He possessed no egotism which permitted him to think otherwise. Years of discipline had drilled into him a consciousness of the impassable gulf between the private and the offi cer’s daughter. The latter might be courteous, kindly disposed, even grate nest. A single stone removed to a distance of feet, upon being re leased, at once started with wonder ful and somewhat comical celerity to join its fellows. These queer stones are found in a region that is comparatively level and 1 little more than a bare rock. Scat tered over this barren region are lit . tie basins, from a few feet to a rod or two in diameter, and it is in the . bottom of these that the rolling stones j are found. t The cause for the strange conduct ful for services rendered, hut It must end there. The Major would see that it did, would resent bitterly any pre sumption. No, there was nothing else possible. If they met—as meet they must in that contracted post—it would be most formal, a mere exchange of reminiscence, gratitude expressed by a smile and pleasant word. He could expect no more; might esteem himself fortunate, indeed, to receive even that recognition. Meanwhile he would en deavor to strike Le Fevre’s trail. There were other interests in the world to consider besides Molly Mc- Donald, and his memory drifted away to a home he had not visited in years. But thought would not concentrate there, and there arose before him, as he lay there, the face of Lieutenant Gaskins, wearing the same expression of insolent superiority as when they had parted out yonder on the Santa Fe trail. “The cowardly little fool,” he mut tered bitterly under his breath, grip ping the window frame. “It will re quire more than his money to bring her happiness, and I’ll never stand for that. Lord! She’s too sensible ever to love him. Good God —what’s that!” It leaped out of the black night— three flashes, followed instantly by the sharp reports. Then a fourth — this time unmistakably a musket — barked from behind officers’ row. In the flare, Hamlin thought he saw two black shadows running. A voice yelled excitedly: "Post Six! Post Six!” With a single leap the Sergeant was across the sill, and dropped silently to the ground. Still blinded by the light he ran forward, jerking his revolver from the belt. As he passed the cor ner of the barracks the sentry fired again, the red flash cleaving the night in an instant’s ghastly vividness. It revealed a woman shrinking against the yellow stone wall, lighted up her face, then plunged her again into ob scurity. The Sergeant caught the glimpse, half believing the vision a phantasy of the brain; he had seen her face, white, frightened, agonized, yet it could not have been real. He tripped over the stone wall and half fell, bqt ran on, his mind in a turmoil, but cer tain some one was racing before him down the dark ravine. There had been a woman there! He could not quite blot that out —but not she; not Molly McDonald. If—if it were she; if he had really seen her face in the flare, if it was no dream, then what? Why, he must screen her from discovery, give her opportunity to slip away. This was the one vague, dim thought which took possession of the man. It obscured all else; it sent him blindly crashing over the edge of the ravine. He heard the sentry at his right cry hoarsely, he heard excited shouts from the open windows of the barracks; then his feet struck a man’s body, and he went down headlong. Almost at the instant the sentry was upon him, a gun-muzzle pressing him back as he attempted to rise. “Be still, ye hell hound,” was the gruff order, “or I’ll blow yer to king dom come! Sergeant of the guard, quick here! Post Number Six!” Hamlin lay still, half stunned by the shock of his fall, yet conscious that the delay, this mistake of the sentry, would afford her ample chance for es cape. He could hear men running to ward them, and his eyes caught the yellow, bobbing light of a lantern. His hand reached out and touched the body over which he had fallen, feeling a military button, and the clasp of a belt—it was a soldier then who had been shot. Could she have done it? Or did she know who did? Whatever the truth might be, he would hold his It Revealed a Woman Shrinking Against the Yellow Stone Wall. tongue; let them suppose him guilty for the time being; he could establish innocence easily enough when it came to trial. These thoughts flashed through his mind swiftly; then the light of the lantern gleamed in * his eyes, and he saw the faces clustered about. “Ail right, Mapes,” commanded the man with the light. “Let the fellow up until I get a look at him. Who the hell are you?” “Sergeant Hamlin, Seventh Cav alry.” “Darned if it ain’t. Say, what does all this mean, anyhow? Who’s shot? Turn the body over, somebody. By God! It’s Lieutenant Gaskins!” of these stones is doubtlesn to be found in the material of which they are composed, which appears to be loadstone or magnetic iron ore. "Set.” What Is the favorite word of the English language? The Germans have their “schlag” and “zug,” which cov er many meanings. But we beat them iD the one word —not “post”—which you might suspect of the supremacy of ambiguity—but “set.” One always thought thaf “post” waa the word that THE WINSLOW MAIL Hamlin’s heart seemed to leap into his throat and choke him; for an in stant he felt faint, dazed, staring down into the still face ghastly under the rays of the lantern. Gaskins! Then she was concerned in the affair; he really had seen her hiding there against the wall. And the man’s eyes w r ere open, were staring in bewilder ment at the faces. The Sergeant of the Guard thrust the lantern closer. “Lift his head, some o’ yer, the man’s alive. Copley, get some water, an’ two of yer run fer the stretcher —leg it now. We’ll have yer out o' here in a minute, Lieutenant. What happened, sir? Who shot yer?” Gaskins’ dulled eyes strayed from the speaker’s face until.he saw Ham lin, still firmly gripped by the sentry. His lips drew back revealing his teeth, his eyes narrowing. “That’s the one,” he said faintly. “You’ve got him!” One hand went to his side in a spasm of pain, and he fainted. The Sergeant laid him back limp on the grass, and stood up. “Where is your gun, Hamlin?” “I dropped it when I fell over the Lieutenant’s body. It must be back of you.” Some one picked the weapon up, and held it to the light, turning the chambers. “Two shots gone, Sergeant.” “We heard three; likely the Lieu tenant got in one of them. Sentry, what do you know about this?” Mapes scratched his head, the fin gers of his other hand gripping the prisoner’s shoulder. “Not so awful much,” he replied, haltingly, “now I come ter think ’bout it. ’T was a mighty dark night, an’ I never saw, ner heard, nuthin’ till the shootin’ begun. I wus back o’ officers’ row, an’ them pistols popped up yere, by the corner o’ the barracks. I jumped an’ yelled; thought I heerd somebody runnin’ an’ let drive. Then just as I got up yere, this feller come tearin’ ’long, an’ I naturally grabbed him. That’s the whole of it.” “What have you got to say, Ham lin?” “Nothing.” “Well, yer better. Yer in a mighty bad box, let me tell yer,” angered by the other’s indifference. “W’hat was the row about?” The cavalryman stood straight, his face showing white in the glow of the lantern. “I told you before I had nothing to say. I will talk tomorrow,” he re turned quietly. “I submit to arrest.” “I reckon yer will talk tomorrow, and be damn glad o’ the chance. Cor poral, take this fellow to the guard house, an’ stay there with him. Here comes the stretcher, an’ the doctor.” Hamlin marched off silently through the black night, surrounded by a de tail of the guard. It had all occurred so suddenly that he was bewildered yet, merely retaining sufficient con sciousness of the circumstances to keep still. If they were assured he was guilty, then no effort would be made to trace any others connected with the affair. Why Gaskins should have identified him as the assassin was a mystery—probably it was mere ly the delirium of a sorely wounded man, although the fellow' may have disliked him sufficiently for that kind of revenge, or have mistaken him for another in the poor light. At any rate the unexpected identification helped him to play his part, and, if the Lieu tenant lived, he would later acknowl edge his mistake. There was no occa sion to worry; he could clear himself of the charge whenever the time came; half his company would know he was in barracks w T hen the firing be gan. There were women out on the walk, their skirts fluttering as they waited. anxiously to learn the news, but he could not determine if she was among them. Voices asked questions, but the corporal hurried him along, without making any reply. Then he was thrust roughly into a stone-lined cell, and left alone. Outside in the corridor two guards were stationed. Hamlin sat dowm on the iron bed, dazed by the silence, endeavoring to collect his thoughts. The nearest guard, leaning on his gun, watched carefully. (TO BE CONTINUED.) Sponge as an Animal. Nothing is less like a living crea ture than the common bath sponge, yet the fact remains that sponges do form a very important species of the animal kingdom, eating their food and living their lives much as any other animal would do. The actual existence of a sponge commences with the separation from the parent of a tiny particle. This particle, whirling through space, event ually attaches itself to a piece of rock, and from that time it seeks its own livelihood. At the very commencement, with some species of the sponge family, the baby sponges feed upon yolk cells, in which are stored food supplies. By and-by, as the youngster develops, the currents in the vaterv sweep into a kind of bag the minute particles of food required, and the same currents carry off undigested matter. There are many varieties of sponges found at different levels of the ocean, j some clinging to rocks, others to I mud. meant all things and nothing. The punster should watch the word “set,” which has achieved nearly seventy columns in the new English diction ary. It is a small word, but its mean ings are almost unlimited. You should set to work on the word, which you use every day in a hundred senses. And it would be a pleasant, popular game to set down to the number of ways in which you have used that word during the day. “Set to part ners” you might call LL —London Chronicla I Practical Fashions ' ~"iirn- in i ■TTTrmran- - n LADY’S COAT. This coat is in the style so much worn with one piece dresses and may easily form part of a three piece suit or be worn separately. Body and sleeves are cut in one, the fronts be ing extended in a curved band to the side seam. The front i 3 open, the neck trimmed with a wide collak Faille, crepe materials, satin, linen and eponge are used for these coats, and also certain woolens. The coat pattern (6317) is cut in sizes 34 to 42 inches bust measure. Medium size requires 1% yards of 44 inch material. To procure this pattern send 10 cents to Pattern Department,” of this paper. rite name and address plainly, and be sure to give and number of pattern. NO. 6317. SIZE NAME TOWN STREET AND NO STATE CHILD’S DRESS. This simple frock is made of flounc ing. It has a small square yoke with a group of tucks at either side of it, and a waistband of beading through which ribbon is run. The sleeves may be long or short. Plain materials can be used for this dress, and in this case lace makes the daintiest trim ming. The model is also good for simple gingham frocks. The dress pattern (6295) is cut in sizes 2, 4 and 6 years. Medium size requires 1% yards of plain material, 1% yards of 10 inch flouncing, 1 % yards of insertion, iy 8 yards of bead ing, and 1% yards of ribbon. To procure this pattern send 10 cents to "Pattern Department,” of this paper. Write name and address plainly, and be sure to give size and number of pattern. NO. 6295. SIZE NAME TOWN STREET AND NO STATE Tuberculosis in Europe. From one-tenth to one-fourth of the total mortality of Europe Is caused by tuberculosis. The approximate number of deaths in each million of the population from tuberculosis In certain countries is given as follows: Russia, 4,000; Austria-Hungary, 3,500; France, 3,000; Germany, 2,200; Hol land, 1,900; Italy, 1,800; Scotland, 1,- 700; England, 1,400. Fear Trouble After Spilling Salt. In many of the rural districts of Russia people when they spill salt not only toss a pinch over the left shoul der, but also crawl under the table and come out the other side, In order to avert 111-luck; while In New Eng land, to break the evil spell of spilling salt, every particle is supposed to be collected and thrown on the stove to be consumed. Gulf Between Them. "She wanted to know if I smoked, drank or^chewed.” “Well, you could easily satisfy her on those points. When is the engage ment to be announced?” “Never. She discards from strength at bridge, and I consider it foolishness to discard from anything but weak ness.” But Some of Them Don’t. A self-made man ought to have too much sense to boast about it in the presence of his wife. —Toledo Blade. — 3 Delicacies I Dried Beef, diced wafer thin. Hickory Smoked and w?th a choice flavor that you will remember. Vienna Sautage—ju.t right for Red Hot., or to K - 0 i- I* 7 ,lwm Uke Cut rye bread in thin dices, spread with creamed butter and remove crusts. Cut a Libby .Vienna Sausage in half, lengthwise, lay on bread. Place on top of the sausage a few thin tlices of Libby . Midget Pickles. Cover with other slice of bread, press lightly together. Ar range on plate, serve garnished with parsley sprays. HIRED MAN KNEW THE GAME His Dexterity on First Base Surprised the Youngsters Until They Learned More of His Career. In the American Magazine Hugh S. Fullerton writes an article entitled “The Making of a Big Leaguer.” It is the story of one of the greatest ball players in the United States as told by himself to Mr. Fullerton. This player was a country boy and, of course, began to play the game early. He tells the following story about an incident of his boyhood: “Father had a hired man named Ned, a tall, quiet fellow with a pair of blue eyes that seemed always about to laugh, but seldom did. He had been wdth us a year. He got drunk peri odically, and after each spree father hunted him up and brought him back to work. We asked him to play with us, and he laughed and said he reck oned he would try to play first base if ‘paw’ would let him off. I fixed it with father, and Ned played first barehand ed, making catches and stop 3 that filled us with astonishment. Also he made five home runs, two into the railroad pond and three into the barn lot back of left field. Walking home that evening he told me he had played ball professionally, yet it was not until two years later that I learned he once bad been a famous outfielder with a great team.” OTHERS ALSO IN HARD LUCK Youthful Artist, However, Was in No Mood to Extend Sympathy to Fellow Unfortunate. Two youthful artists having a studio in Philadelphia, wherein they not only work, but lodge as well, were obliged to make shift, not long ago, during a period of financial stress, with such meals as they could themselves pre pare in the studio. One morning as the younger of the two was “sketching in” the coffee he gave utterance to loud and bitter com plaint. “This is a fine way for gen tlemen to live!” he exclaimed. “Oh, I don’t know,” was the airy comment of his friend. “Lots of peo ple are far worse off. I was reading only this morning of a recluse who cooked his own breakfast for 19 years.” “He must have been awfully hun gry when he finally got it done,” re joined the other, savagely.—Harper's Magazine. He Guessed He Knew. One of the keepers at the bird-house in Bronx park has a nature story to tell. There came to the park a public school teacher and a class of children. They stood by the great open-air cage. One of the birds was a goose. “Now, children,” the teacher asked, “what is the male of the goose called?” After a full half-minute, a boy of Scotch ancestry ventured to answer: “I think I know, teacher; he’s a mongoose.”—New York Evening Post. Important to Mothers Examine carefully every bottle of CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy for infants and children, and see that It In Use For Over 30 Years. Children Cry for Fletcher’s Castoria His Views. “Do you eat the same kind of grub you feed the summer boarders?” “I do,” answered Farmer Whiffle tree. “A farmer’s life is a hard one, ain t it?” responded the city man. Hard to Get Books Back. The British Museum ordered King George “to return at once” a manu script. The king is like the rest of us, probably, when it comes to bor rowing books. No Dubious Situations. “Do you assimilate your food, Mrs. Jones?” “No, we don’t. We pay cash on the spot.” Red Cross Bag Blue, much better, goes farther than liquid hJue. Get from any good grocer. Adv. If you would hit the target of suc cess you must aim before you shoot. Still, a woman's vanity isn’t in it with a man's conceit. Few men are strong enough to keep their faces closed.