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Molly McDonald
My Lady of
Doubt: My Lady cA
ooßyiUMir ms by a.c.m'ciurg & c<k 1
Major McDonald, commanding an army
f*oßt near Fort Dodge, seeks a man to
ntercept his daughter, Molly, who la
headed for the post. An Indian outbreak
Is threatened. "Brick” Hamlin, ser»»
geant who has just arrived with mes
■ages 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
■ales, 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
% o( 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. 8. 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.
Hamlin returns to Fort Dodge after a
summer of fighting Indians, and finds
Molly there. Shots are heard In the
night accompanied by the call of the
sentry. Hamlin rushes out, sees what he
believes is the figure of Molly hiding in
the darkness and falls over the body of
Lieutenant Gaskins, who has been
wounded. The officer accuses Hamlin of
shooting him and the sergeant is ar
CHAPTER XlV.—Continued.
Yoices reached him from outside,
echoing in through the high, iron
barred window, but they were distant,
the words indistinguishable. As his
brain cleared he gave no further
thought to his own predicament, only
considering how he could best divert
suspicion from her. It was all a con
fused maze, into the mystery of which
he was unable to penetrate. That it
was Molly McDonald shrinking there
In the dark corner of the barracks
wall he had no doubt. She might not
have recognized him, or imagined
that he saw her, but that spear of
light had certainly revealed a face not
to be mistaken. White as it was, hag
gard with terror, half concealed by
straggling hair, the identification was
nevertheless complete. The very pit
eousness of expression appealed to
him. She was not a girl easily fright
ened; no mere promiscuous shooting,
however startling, would have brought
that look to her face. He had seen
her in danger before, had tested her
coolness under, fire. This meant some
thing altogether different. What?
Could it be that Gaskins had wronged
the girl, had insulted her, and that
she, in response, had shot him down?
In the darkness of conjecture there
seemed no other adequate explanation.
The two were intimate; the rumor of
an engagement was already circulat
ing about the garrison. And the strick
en man had endeavored to shift the
blame on him. Hamlin could not be
lieve this was done through any de
sire to injure; the Lieutenant had no
cause for personal dislike which
would account for such an accusation.
They had only met once, and then
briefly. There was no rivalry between
them, no animosity. To be sure, Gas
kins had been domineering, threaten
ing to report a small breach of discip
line, but in this his words and actions
had been no more offensive than was
common among young officers of his
quality. The Sergeant had passed all
memory of that long ago. It never
occurred to him now as of the slight
est importance. Far more probable
did it appear that Gaskins’ only mo
tive was to shield the girl from pos
sible suspicion. When he had realized
that Hamlin was a prisoner, that for
some reason he had been seized for
the crime, he had grasped the oppor
tunity to point him out as the assas
sin, and thus delay pursuit. The
chances were the wounded man did
not even recognize who the victim
was—he had blindly grasped at the
first straw.
But suppose he had been mistaken?
Suppose that woman hiding there was
some one else? Suppose he had imag
ined a resemblance in that sudden
flash of revealment? What then?
Would she care enough to come to
him when she learned of the arrest?
He laughed at the thought, yet it was
a bitter laugh, for it brought back a
new realization of the chasm between
them. Major McDonald's daughter in
teresting herself in a guard-house
prisoner! More than likely she would
promptly forget that she had ever be
fore heard his name.
He got up and paced the cell, not
ing as he did so how closely he was
watched by the guard.
Aviator’s Machine Hit Frequently, but
Efficiency Was Not Impaired
at Any Time.
The Balkan campaign has proved
valuable to the science of aviation.
It has shown by one concrete example
that the mere fact of being struck by
bullets and perforated does not sig
nify Irretrievable disaster for the air
■hip. The Russian aviator, Efimoff,
■was engaged bv Bulgaria to fly to Ad
"Hare you heard how badly the
Lieutenant was hurt?” he asked, ap
proaching the door.
The eentry glanced down the corri
TWI pull out, all right,” he re
• ! rMflrt confidentially, his lips close to
tJaa Soot. "Nothin’ vital punctured.
You better go to bed, an’ forget it till
“All right, pafdner,” and Hamlin
returned to the cot. "Turn the light
down a little, will you? There, that’s
better. My conscience won’t trouble
me, but that glare did.”
With his face to the stone wall he
fell asleep.
An Old Acquaintance.
It was late In the forenoon when
the heavily armed guard marched
Hamlin across to the commandant’s
office. He had been surprised at the
delay, but had enjoyed ample oppor
tunity to plan a course of action, and
decide how best to meet the questions
which would be asked. He could clear
himself without involving her, with
out even a mention of her presence,
and this knowledge left him confident
and at ease.
There were half a dozen officers
gathered in the small room, the gray
bearded Colonel in command, sitting
behind a table, with Major McDonald
at his right, and the others wherever
they could find standing room.
“Sergeant,” the Colonel said rather
brusquely, "you came in last night
with ‘M’ troop, did you not?”
“Yes, sir.”
"Had you ever met Lieutenant Gas
kins before?”
“Once; he pulled me out of a bad
scrape with a bunch of Indians out on
the trail a few months ago.”
“The same affair I spoke to you
about,” commented McDonald quietly.
“The attack on the stage.”
The Colonel nodded, without remov
ing his eyes from the Sergeant’s face.
“Yes, I know about that,” he said.
“And that was the only occasion of
your meeting?”
“Yes, sir.”
"Well, Sergeant Hamlin, I purpose
being perfectly frank with you. There
are two or three matters not easily
explained about this affair. I am sat
isfied of your innocence > that you
were not directly concerned in the
shooting of Lieutenant Gaskins. Men
of your troop state that you were In
barracks when the shots were fired,
and the wound was not made by a
service revolver, but by a much small
er weapon. Yet there are circum
stances which puzzle us, but which,
no doubt, you can explain. Two shots
had been fired from your revolver.”
“You Better Go to Bed an’ Forget It
Till Mornin’.”
and he pushed the weapon across the
“I rode ahead of the troop in march
yesterday,” Hamlin explained, “and
fired twice at a jack-rabbit. I must
have neglected to replace the cart
ridges. Private Stone was with me.”
“Why did you submit to arrest so
easily, without any attempt to clear
The Sergeant’s gray eyes smiled,
but his response was quietly respect
“I was condemned before I really
knew what had occurred, sir. The
sentry, toe Sergeant of the guard,
and the Lieutenant all insisted that I
rianople and throw down handbills in
the Turkish language, in which the
Bulgarians called on the population of
Adrianople to surrender. He was giv
en only an old apparatus, but he threw
down the bills. “At Fort Karagach I
saw a considerable number of infan
trymen shooting towards the sky with
their rifles,” he said. “I did not hear
the shots, but when I noticed that four
bullets had struck my apparatus I
knew for whom the shots were
means. I did not lose my presence of
mind, but flew on. When the guns in
was guilty. They permitted me no
opportunity to explain. I thought it
just as well to remain quiet, and let
the affair straighten itself out.”
“Yet your action threw us complete
ly off the trail,” broke in McDonald
impatiently. "It permitted the really
guilty parties to escape. Did you see
any one?”
“Black smudges merely, Major, ap
parently running ‘toward the ravine.
My eyes were blinded, leaping from a
lighted room.”
McDonald leaned forward eagerly,
one hand tapping the table.
"Was one of them a woman?” he
questioned sharply.
Hamlin’s heart leaped Into his
throat, but he held himself motionless.
“They were indistinguishable, sir;
mere shadows. Have you reason to
suspect there may have been a woman
The Major leaned back in his chair,
but the commandant, after a glance at
his officer, answered:
“The pistol used was a small one,
such as a woman might carry, and
there are marks of a woman’s shoe
plainly visible at the edge of the ra
vine. Lieutenant Gaskins was alone
when he left the officers’ club five min
utes before the firing began. You are
sure you have never had any contro
versy with this officer?”
“Perfectly stye, sir. We have never
met except on the one occasion al
ready referred to, and then scarcely
a dozen words were exchanged.”
“How then, Sergeant,” and the Col
onel spoke very soberly, “do you ac
count for his denouncing you as his
“I presumed he was influenced by
my arrest, sir; that the shock had af
fected his brain.”
“That supposition will hardly an
swer. The Lieutenant is not severely
wounded, and this morning appears to
be perfectly rational. Yet he insists
you committed the assault; even re
fers to you by name.”
The accused man pressed one hand
to his forehead in bewilderment.
“He still insists I shot him?”
“Yes; to be frank, he's rather bitter
about It, and no facts we have brought
to bear have any apparent weight. He
swears he recognized your face in the
flare of the first discharge.”
The Sergeant stood silent, motion
less, his gaze on the Colonel s face.
“I do not know what to say, sir,” he
answered finally. “I was not there,
and you all know it from the men of
my troop. There has been no trouble
between Lieutenant Gaskins and my
self, and I can conceive of no -reason
why he should desire to involve me in
this affair—unless,” he paused doubt
fully; “unless, sir, he really Ttnows
who shot him, and is anxious to shift
the blame elsewhere to divert sus
“You mean he may be seeking to
shield the real culprit?”
“That is the only explanation that
occurs to me, sir.”
The Colonel stroked his beard nerv
ously, his glance wandering to the
faces of the other officers.
“That might be possible,” he ac
knowledged regretfully, “although I
should dislike to believe any officer
of my command would be deliberately
guilty of so despicable an act. How
ever, all we can do now is endeavor
to uncover the truth. You are dis
charged from arrest, Sergeant Ham
lin, and will return to your troop.”
Hamlin passed out the door into
the sunshine, dimly conscious that «his
guarded answers had not been entire
ly satisfactory to those left- behind.
Yet he had said all he could say, all
he dared say. More and more firmly
there has been implanted in his mind
a belief that 'Molly McDonald was
somehow involved in this unfortunate
affair, and that her name must be
protected at all hazard. This theory
alone would seem to account for Gas
kins’ efforts to turn suspicion, and
when this was connected with the al
ready known presence of a woman on
the scene, and the smallness of the
weapon used, the evidence seemed
As far as his own duty was con
cerned, the Sergeant felt no doubt.
Whatever might be the cause, there
was no question in his mind but that
she was fully justified in her action.
Disliking the Lieutenant from the
first, and as strongly attracted by the
girl, his sympathies were now entire
ly with her. If she had shot him,
then it was for some insult, some out
rage, and he was ready to protect her
with his life. He stopped, glancing
back at the closed door, tempted to
return and ask permission to inter
view Gaskins personally. Then the
uselessness of such procedure re
curred to him; the fact that nothing
could result from their meeting but
disappointment and recrimination. The
man evidently disliked him, and would
resent any interference; he had some
thing to conceal, something at stake
for which he would battle strenuous
ly. It would be better to let him
alone at present, and try to uncover a
clue elsewhere. Later, with more facts
in his possession, he could face the
Lieutenant and compel his acknowl
edgment. These considerations caused
him to turn sharply and walk straight
toward the ravine. Yet his investiga
tions there brought few results. On
the upper bank were the marks of a
woman’s shoe* a slender footprint
the forts fired shrapnel at me and I
when the apparatus had been struck ;
several times by fragments of projec
tiles the situation became critical. !
Fortunately only the wings were hit i
and not the motor, and so I could
keep on and in twenty minutes L was
once more in the flying field at Mus
tafa Pasha. The apparatus was re
paired and used again.”
Wood That Changed Location.
An extraordinary incident of a mov
ing forest was repotted to the Liaa
clearly defined, but the lower portion
of the ravine was rocky, and the trail
soon lost. He passed down beyond
the stables, realizing how easily the
fugitives, under cover of darkness,
could have escaped. The stable guard
could have seen nothing from his sta
tion, and just below was the hard
packed road leading to the river and
the straggling town. There was noth
ing to trace, and Hamlin climbed back
up the bluff completely baffled but des
perately resolved to unlock the mys
tery. The harder the solution ap
peared, the more determined he be
came to solve it. As he came out, op
posite the barrack entrance, a car
riage drove in past the guard-house,
the guard presenting arms, and cir
cled the parade in the direction of of
ficers’ row. It contained a soldier
driver and two ladies, and the Ser
geant’s face blushed under its tan as
he recognized Miss McDonald. Would
she notice him—speak to him? The
man could not forbear lifting his eyes
to her face as the carriage swept by.
He saw her glance toward him, smile,
with a little gesture of recognition,
and stood there bareheaded, his heart
throbbing wildly. With that look,
that smile, he instantly realized two
facts of importance—she was willing
to meet him on terms of friendship,
and she had not recognized him the
evening previous as he ran past her in
the dark.
Hamlin, his thoughts entirely cen
tered upon Miss McDonald, had scarce
“l Do Not Know What to Say, Sir,” he
Answered Finally.
ly noted her companion, yet as he lin
gered while the carriage drew up be
fore the Major's quarters, he seemed
to remember vaguely that she was a
strikingly beautiful blonde, with face
shadowed by a broad hat. Although
larger, and with light fluffy hair and
blue eyes, the lady’s features were
strangely like those of her slightly
younger companion. The memory of
these grew clearer before the Ser
geant—the whiteness of the face, the
sudden lowering of the head; then he
knew her; across the chasm of years
her identity smote him as a blow;
his breath came quickly and his fin
gers clenched.
‘‘My God!” he muttered, uncon
sciously. “That was Vera! She has
changed, wonderfully changed, but—
but she knew me. What, in Heaven’s
name, can she be doing here, and—•
with Molly?”
With straining eyes he stared after
them until they both disappeared to
gether within the house. Miss Mc-
Donald glanced back toward him once
almost shyly, but the other never
turned her head. The carriage drove
away toward the stables. Feeling as
though he had looked upon a ghost,
Hamlin turned to enter the barracks.
An infantry soldier leaned<negligenMy
in the doorway smoking.
“You’re the sergeant who saved that
girl down the trail, ain’t yer?” he
asked indolently. “Thought so; I was
one o’ Gaskins’ men.”
Hamlin accepted the hand thrust
forth, but with mind elsewhere.
"Do you happen to know who that
was with Miss McDonald?” he asked.
“Didn’t see ’em, only their backs as
they went in—nice lookin’ blonde?”
“Yes; rather tall, with very light
“Oh, that’s Mrs. Dupont.”
“Mrs. Dupont?” the name evidently
a surprise; “wife of one of the offi
cers ?”
“No, she’s no army dame. Hus
band’s a cattleman. Got a range on
the Cowskin, south o’ here, but I rec
kon the missus don’t like that sorter
thing much. Lives in St. Louis most
ly, but has been stoppin’ with the Mc-
Donalds fer a month er two now.
Heerd she was a niece o’ the Major’s,
an’ reckon she must be, er thar’d been
a flare up long ago. She’s a high fly
er, she is, an’ she’s got the Leftenant
goin' all right.”
“Sure; he’s a lady-killer, but thet’s
’bout all the kind o’ killer he is, fer as
I ever noticed —one o’ yer he-flirts.
Thar ain’t hardly officer in this
garrison thet ain’t just achin’ fer ter
kick that squirt, but ther women—oh.
Lord; they think he’s a little tin god
on wheels. Beats hell, don’t it, whdt
money will do fer a damn fool?”
daff and Dinas Powis (Wales) rural
district council. The gentleman who
called attention to the matter, said
the wood was situated near Llan
vithyn. It was about four hundred
yards long, and consisted of large elm
trees. It had left its moorings on a
steep slope and was moving bodily
towards the roadway. A cut had been
left at the top which was full of wa
ter. The wood had been moving for
eight or nine days. -Trees were lean
ing in all directions, and so ve were
coming bodily down.
5 Practical Fashions
wmmawwu r
This simple blouse has two possi
bilities, either it may be made with
body and long sleeves in one or with
a drop shoulder and short sleeves. The
neck is round and the waist closes in
the back. Lawn, gingham, voile,
batiste, etc., are suitable for this
waist, which may also be made of
plain lawn for an underslip.
The waist pattern (6302) is cut in
sizes 34 to 42 inches bust measure.
Medium size requires 1% yards of 36
inch material.
To nrocure this pattern send 10 cents
to “Pattern Department.” of this paper.
W rite name and address plainly, and be
Bure to give size and number of pattern.
NO. 6302. SIZE
Three styles of caps are show
this illustration. No. 1 can be d<
oped in two different ways, as sh
in the picture; Nos. 2 and 3 are seam
less, and are cleverly drawn in
the shape of the head. Lawn, s
batiste and the like are used for a
The cap pattern (6290) is cut
sizes 1, 2 and 3 years. Two year s
requires for No. T, y 2 yard of 27 in„~
material, with 2% yards of edging;
No. 2 requires % yard of 27 inch ma
terial, 2% yards of edging and % yard
of ribbon; No. 3 requires % yard of
27 inch material, % yard of insertion,
3 yards of edging.
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. 6290. SIZE-.
Tomorrow’s Burdens.
It has been well said that no man
ever sank under burden of the day.
It is when tomorrow’s burden is add
ed to the burden of today that the
weight is more than a man can bear.
Never load yourselves so, my friends.
If you find yourselves so loaded, at
least remember this—it is your own
doing, not God’s. He begs you tc
leave the future to him, and mind the
present. —G. Macdonald.
Little Hint.
A little girl came down to dessert
at a dinner party and sat next to
her mother. This lady was occupied
in talking to her neighbors and omit
ted to give the child anything. After
some time the little girl, unable to
bear it any longer, with sobs rising
in her throat, held up her plate and
said: “Does anybody want a clean
Careful Customer.
“I’m afraid, madam, we have shown
you all our stock, but we could pro
cure more from our factory.”
“Well, perhaps you’d better. You
see, I want something of a neatei
pattern and quite small —just a little
square for my bird cage.”—Punch.
Our Dangerous Streets.
During the year 1911, says the Sci
entific American, 532 persons were
killed by automobiles In the streets of
Greater New York. Incomplete rec
ords of the injuries taken from dally
newspapers show 13,042 persons hurt
by automobiles, 104 by street cars and
317 by wagons. In London, which in
1911 had a population of over 7,000,-
000, 410 persons were killed by ve
hicles; while in Paris, with a popu
lation of over 2,000,000, there were 236
deaths and 18,179 injuries, by all
classes of conveyances.
Argentina Is calling for supplies of
Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup for Children
teething, softens the gums, reduces inflamma
tion,allay s pain, cures wind colic,2sc a bottlajkft
Many a fellow lays his heart at the
feet of a girl who deliberately kicks a
goal with it.
Cros* ke ß a l hC ßi laUndr « , \ ha PPy—that’s Red
white JlnFh B ue l„ Mak / 8 dutiful, clear
hite clothes. All good grocer*. Adr.
When a man boasts that he is his
own master it may be because no one
else wants him.
The Tender Skin of Children
is very sensitive to heat. Use Tyree's
Antiseptic Powder for all summer skin
affections. It quickly affords the little
sufferer relief. 25c. at druggists or
sample sent free by J. S. Tyree,
Chemist, Washington, D. C. —Adv.
Quite Late.
Tardy Arrival (at the concert)—
Have I missed much? What are they
playing now?
One of the Elect—The Nigth Sym
Tardy Arrival—Goodness, am I as
late as that?
In the care of baby’s skin and hair,
Cuticura Soap is the mother's fa
vorite. Not only is It unrivaled in
purity and refreshing fragrance, but
its gentle emollient properties are
usually sufficient to allay minor irri
tations, remove redness, roughness
and chafing, soothe sensitive condi
tions, and promote skin and hair
health generally. Assisted by Cuti
cura Ointment, it is most valuable in
the treatment of eczemas, rashes and
Itching, burning infantile eruptions.
Cuticura Soap wears to a wafer, often
outlasting several cakes of ordinary
soap and making its use most eco
Cuticura Soap and Ointment sold
throughout the world. Sample of each
free,with 32-p. Skin Book. Address post
card “Cuticura, Dept. L, Boston.”—Adv.
Breaknig the Ice.
“Now, Miss Imogene,” argues the
young man who has been receiving
the frigid stares and the monosyllabic
replies of the fair young thing who
rhneo become offended at him at
and continued to accumu
tion at the opera, “it’s per
ss for you to attempt to
iceberg. Science tells us
le-eighth of an iceberg is
ig the fact is „
• ? evening go - . y
exercised a t.
j —Judge.
Changeable C
mt Internatic %
Chemistry in j
celebrated It r
i ian, predictec *
.iii e will not 1
which remains. cousianuy
‘ , but will demand colors
n harmony with their sur
ro indiums.
iolor of the apparel may
be changed without changing the
dress. Passing from darkness to light
the color would brighten, thus con
forming automatically to the environ
ment —the last word in fashion for the
This prediction will come true as
soon as chemists learn to understand
better what are called “phototropic
colors,” or colors that change with
the intensity of the light upon them.
In men’s wear this might mean that
the light-colored suit of the bright
summer day would be transformed
into a dark suit at night.
Persuaded Doctor to Drink Postum.
An old faithful nurse and an exper
ienced doctor, are a pretty strong com
bination in favor of Postum, instead
of tea and coffee.
The doctor said:
“I began to drink Postum five years
ago on the advice of an old nurse.
“During an unusually busy winter,
between coffee, tea and overwork, I
became a victim of insomnia. In a
month after beginning Postum, in
place of tea and coffee, I could eat
anything and sleep as soundly as a
“In three months I had gained twen
ty pounds in weight. I now use Pos
tum altogether instead of tea and cof
fee; even at bedtime with a soda
cracker or some other tasty biscuit.
“Having a little tendency to Diabe
tes, I used a small quantity of sacchar
ine instead of sugar, to sweeten with.
I may add that today tea or coffee are
never present in our house and very
many patients, on my advice, have
adopted Postum as their regular bev
“In conclusion I can assure anyone
that, as a refreshing, nourishing and
nerve-strengthening beverage, there
nothing equal to Postum.”
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Write for booklet, “The
Road to Wellville.”
Postum comes in two forms.
Regular (must be boiled).
Instant Postum doesn’t require boil
ini but is prepared instantly by stir
ring a level teaspoonful in an ordinary
cup of hot water, which makes it right
for most persons.
A big cup requires more and some
people who like strong things put in a
heaping spoonful and temper it with a
large supply of cream.
Experiment until you know the
amount that pleases your palate and
have it served that way in the future.
“There’s a Reason” for Postum.

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