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A TALE OF THE FRONTIER, My lady of DoubfV My Lady q/$c Soum? GOPytOOMT 1912 6Y A.C.M C CLURG & COv SYNOPSIS. Major McDonald, commanding an army post near Fort Dodge, seeks a man to Intercept his daughter, Molly, Who Is headed for the post. An Indian outbreak la 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 rrom the Confederate service in disgrace and at the close of the war enlisted in the regular army. He suspects one Cap tain LeFevre of being responsible for his disgrace. Troops appear and under escort of Lieut. Gaskins Molly starts to Join her father. Hamlin leaves to rejoin his regiment. He returns *» Dodge after a summer of fightffrg 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. Later he overhears Dupont and a soldier hatching up a money-making plot. Molly tells Hamlin her father seeme to be in the power of Mrs. Dupont, who claims to (>e a daughter of McDonald’s sister. Mol y disappears and Hamlin sets out •to trace her. McDonald is ordered to Fort Ripley. Hamlin finds McDonald’s mur dered body. He takes Wasson, a guide, and two troopers and goes in pursuit of the murderers, who had robbed McDon ald of $30,000 paymaster’s money. He sus pects Dupont. Conners, soldier aceom f)llce of Dupont, is found murdered. Ham- In’s party is caught in a fierce blizzard while heading for the Cimmaron. One man dies from cold and another almost succumbs. Wasson is shot as they come In sight of Cimmaron. Hamlin discovers a log cabin hidden under a bluff, occupied by Hughes, a cow thief, who is laying for LeFevre, who cheated him in a cattle deal. His description identifies LeFevre and Dupont as one and the same. Hughes shot Wasson mistaking him for one of 1./eFevre’s party. Hamlin and Hughes take up the trail of LeFevre, who is carrying Molly to the camp. Two days out they sight the fugitives. A flgh- ensues in which Hughes is shot by an Indian.< Dying, he makes a desper ate attempt to shoot LeFevre, but hits Hamlin, while the latter is disarming Le Fevre. LeFevre escapes, believing Ham lin and Molly dead. Molly tells Hamlin that her father was implicated In the plot to steal the paymaster's money. Hamlin confesses his love for Molly and find that it is reciprocated. Molly de clares her father was forced Into the robbers’ plot. CHAPTER XXXlV.—Continued. They could perceive the blue of the overcoats as they rode over the ridge, and at their sudden appearance the little column of horsemen came to a halt. Hamlin flung up one hand in sig nal, and the two urged their ponies down the side of the hill. Three men spurred forth to meet them, spreading out slightly as though still suspicious of some trick, but, as they drew near, the leader suddenly waved his hand, and. they dashed forward. “Hamlin! Glad to see you again,” the first rider greeted the Sergeant cordially. “Can this be Major McDon ald’s daughter.” “Yes, Major Elliott; I can repeat the story as we ride along, sir. You are the advance of Custer’s expedi tion, I presume?” “We are; the others are some miles behind, moving slowly so that the wagons can keep within touch. Won derful the way those wagons have pushed ahead over the rough country. 1 lave only missed camp twice since v.e left Fort Dodge.” “When was that, sir?” "Before the blizzard all except your troop were at Camp Supply; they had joined since, and it was then we heard about your trip down here. What be came of your men, Sergeant?” “Wasson and one private were killed, sir; the other private was frozen so badly I had to leave him in shelter on the Cimarron.” "By gad, it sounds interesting; and vj you tackled the villains alone, and had some fight at that before rescuing Miss McDonald. Well, the story will keep until we make camp again. However,” and he bent low over the lady’s hand, “I must congratulate Miss McDonald on her escaping without any serious injury.” “That is not all I should be con gratulated upon, Major Elliott,” she said quietly. “No—eh—perhaps I do not under stand.” “I desire that you shall; I refer to my engagement to Sergeant Hamlin." The officer glanced in some bewil derment from her face to that of the silent trooper. “You —you mean matrimonial?” he stammered, plainly embarrassed, un able so suddenly to grasp the peculiar situation. “Hamlin, what—what does this mean?” “Miss Molly and I have known each other for some time,” explained the Sergeant bluntly. “Out here alone we discovered we were more than friends, ’'hat is all, sir.” For an instant Elliott hesitated, held by the strange etiquette of rank then the gentleman conquered the sol dier, and be drew off his glove, and held out his hand. “I can congratulate you, Miss Me- WHEN WIZARDS CUT LOOSE Compete Among Themselves In Per formance of Wonders at Banquet Irr London. The wizards at Anderton’s hotel at the seventh annual bnaquet of the Magic circle, under the presidency of Nevil Maskelyne, bore themselves like ordinary citizens for the greater part of the evening. Their real and ex traordinary nature came out, however. |t last. The magicians beaan compet- Donald,” he exclaimed frankly. “I have known Sergeant Hamlin for two years; he is a soldier and a gentle man.” The red blood swept Into her cheeks, her eyes brightening. “He is my soldier,” she replied soft ly, “and the man I love,” They rode down the steep hillside covered with its mantle of snow to jola the little body of troop ers halted In the valley. Only once did Elliott speak. “You know Black Kettle’B camp, Sergeant?” “We were almost within sight of It, sir. I saw his pony herd distinctly.” “Where was that?” “On the Canadian, close to the mouth of Buffalo Creek.” “Did you learn anything as to the number of Indians with him?” “Nothing definite, but it is a large encampment, not all Cheyennes.” “So we heard, but were unable to discover the exact situation. We have -been feeling our way cau tiously. I fear it is going to be my unpleasant duty to separate you and Miss McDonald. We shall need your services as guide, and the lady will be far better off with the main col umn. Indeed some of the empty wag ons are to be sent back to Camp Sup ply tonight, and probably Custer will deem it best that she return with them. This winter campaigning is going to be rough work, outside of the fighting. You know Custer, and his style; besides Sheridan is him self at Camp Supply in command.” “You hear, Molly?” “Yes; of course, I will do whatever General Custer deems best. Are there any women at Camp Supply, Major?” “Yes, a few; camp women mostly, although there may be also an officer’s wife or two—l9th Kansas volunteers.” “Then it will be best for me to go there, if I can,” she smiled. “I am desperately in need of clothes.” “I suspected as much. I will ar range to give you a guard at once. And you, Sergeant? As you are still under special orders, I presume I have no authority to detain you in my com mand.” “I prefer to remain, sir,” grimly. “Dupont, Miss McDonald’s captor, is alive and in Black Kettle’s camp. We still have a feud to-861116.” “Good; then that is arranged; ah, Miss McDonald, allow me to present Lieutenant Chambers. Lieutenant, de tail three men to guard the lady back to the main column. Have her taken to General Custer at once.”- “Very well, sir; and the cbmmand?” Elliott looked at the Sergeant in quiringly. “That Is for Sergeant Hamlin to de termine; he has just been scouting through that country, and will act as guide.” The Sergeant stood for a moment motionless beside his horse studying the vista of snow-draped hillside. The region beyond the crest of the ridge unrolled before his memory. “Then we will keep directly on up this valley, sir,” he said at last. “It’s Wolf Creek, is it not? We shall be safer to keep out of sight today, and this depression must lead toward the Canadian. May I exchange mounts with one of those men going back, Major? I fear my pony is about done.” “Certainly.” There was no opportunity for any thing save a simple grasp of the hand, ere Molly rode away with her escort. Then the little column of troopers moved on, and Hamlin, glancing back ward as he rode past, took his place in advance beside Major Elliott. CHAPTER XXXV. The Indian Trail. The weather became colder as the day advanced. Scattered pellets of snow in the air lashed the faces of the troopers, who rode steadily for ward, the capes of their overcoats thrown over their heads for protec tion. The snow of the late storm lay in drifts along the banks of the nar row stream, and the horses picked their passage higher up where the wind had swept the brown earth clear, at the same time keeping well below the crest. As they thus toiled slow ly forward, Hamlin related his story to the Major in detail, carefully con cealing all suspicion of McDonald’s connection with the crime. It was growing dusk when the company emerged into the Valley of the Cana dian. All about them was desolation ing among themselves in the perform ance of wonders. Cecil Lyle started hat trimming by magic, causing an ostrich plume and some white fox trimmiDg to drape itself on an untrimmed hat without the agency of human hands. Chris Hilton manufactured Union Jacks and other flags out of plain colored handkerchiefs. William Dawkes fused a number of billiard balls Into one. Herbert Collings produced out of an empty sealed envelope replies to ad vertisements taken at random from a and silence, and as they were still miles away from the position assigned for Black Kettle’s encampment, the men were permitted to build fires and prepare a warm meal under shelter of the bluffs. Two hours later the main column arrived and also went into camp. It was intensely cold but t'he men were cheerful as they ate their supper of smoky and half-roasted buf falo meat, bacon, hard-tack, and cof fee. In response to orders the Sergeant went down the line of tiny fires to re port in person to Custer. He found that commander ensconced in a small tent, hastily erected in a little grove of cottonwoods, which afforded a slight protection from the piercing wind. Before him on the ground from which the snow had been swept lay a map of the region, while all about, pressed tightly into the narrow quarters, were his troop officers. As Hamlin was announced by the order ly, conversation ceased, and Custer surveyed the newcomer an instant in silence. “Step forward, Sergeant,” he said quietly. “Ah, yes; I had forgotten your name, but remember your face,” he smiled about on the group. “We have been so scattered since our or ganization, gentlemen, that we are all comparative strangers.” He stood up, lifting in one hand a tin cup of coffee. "Gentlemen, all we of the Seventh re joice in the honor of the service, whether it be upheld by officer or en listed man. I bid you drink a toast with me to Sergeant Hamlin.” “But, General, I have done nothing to deserve—” “Observe the modesty of a real hero. Yet wait until I am through. With due regard for his achievements as a soldier, I propose this toast in commemoration of a greater deed of gallantry than those of arms—the cap ture of Miss Molly McDonald!” There was a quick uplifting of cups, a burst of laughter, and a volley of questions, the Sergeant staring about motionless, his face flushed. “What is it, General?” “Tell us the story!” “Give us the joke!” “But I assure you it is no joke. I have it direct from the fair lips of the lady. Brace yourselves, gentlemen, for the shock. You young West Point ers lose, and yet the honor remains with the regiment. Miss Molly Mc- Donald, the toast of old Fort Dodge, whose bright eyes have won all your hearts, has given hers to Sergeant Hamlin of the Seventh. And now again, boys, to the honor of the regi ment!” Out of the buzz of conversation and the hearty words of congratulation, Hamlin emerged bewildered, finding himself again facing Custer, whose manner had as swiftly changed into the brusque note of command. “I have met you before, Sergeant,” he said slowly, “before your assign ment to the Seventh, I think. I am not sure where; were you in the Shen andoah?” “I was, sir.” “At Winchester?” “I saw you first at Cedar Creek, General Custer; I brought a flag.” “Yhat’s it; I have the Incident “He Is My Soldier and the Man I Love.” clearly before me now. You were a lieutenant-colonel ?” “Os the Fourth Texas, sir.” “Exactly; I think I heard later—but never mind that now. Sheridan re members you; he even mentioned your name to me a few weeks ago. No doubt that was what caused me to recognize your face again after all these years. How long have you been in our service?” “Ever since the war closed.” For a moment the two men looked into each others’ faces, the command er smiling, the enlisted man at re spectful attention. I will talk with you at some future time, Sergeant, Custer said at last, resuming his seat on a log. “Now we shall ha\ e to consider tomorrow's march. Were you within sight of Black Kettle’s camp?” “No, sir; only of his pony herd out in the valley of the Canadian.’’ here would you suppose the caAip situated?” “Above, behind the bluffs, about daily newspaper, while Dr. Herschell carried out a series of uncanny tricks wiih cards. In an interval, when the normal reigned for a time, Miss Sybil Goodchild sang one or two songs. Im mediately afterwards, however, the magicians recommenced competing one against the other in bewildering exhibitions of magical skill. It was self-evident that evening dress, so far as modern magicians are concerned, is a mere deception. Even without the wand, the pointed shoes and the cabalistic signs upon their } THE WINSLOW MAIL the mouth of Buffalo Creek.* Custer drew the map toward him, scrutinizing it carefully. “You may he right, of couiKe,” he commented, his glance on the faces of the officers, "but this does not agree with the understanding at Camp Sup ply, nor the report of our Indian scouts. We supposed Black Kettle to be farther south on the Washita. How large w-as the pony herd?” “We were not near enough to count the animals, sir, but there must have been two hundred bead." “A large party then, at least. What do you say, Corbin?” The scout addressed, conspicuous in his buffalo skin coat, leaned against the tent-pole, his black whiskers mov ing industriously as he chewed. “Wal, Gineral,” he said slowly, "1 know this yere ‘Brick’ Hamlin, an’ he’s a right smart plainsman, sojer ’er no sojer. If he says he saw thet pony herd, then he sure did. Thet means a considerable bunch o’ Injuns thar, er tharabouts. Now I know Black Ket tle’s outfit is dow r n on the Washita, so the only conclusion is that this yere band thet the Sergeant stirred up is some new tribe er other, a-driftin' down frum the north. I reckon if we ride up ther valley we’ll hit their trail, an’ it’ll lead straight down to them Cheyennes.” Custer took time to consider this explanation, spreading the field map out on his knees, and measuring the distance between the streams. No one in the little group spoke, although several leaned forward eagerly. The chief was not a man to ask advice; he preferred to decide for himself. Sud denly he straightened up and threw back his head to look about. “In my judgment Corbin Is right, gentlemen,” he said impetuously. “I had intended crossing here, but In stead we will go further up stream. There Is doubtless a ford near Buffalo Creek, and if we can strike an Indian trail leading to the Washita, we can follow' easily by night, or day, and It is bound to terminate at Black Ket tle’s camp. Return to your troops, and be ready to march at daybreak. Major Elliott, you will take the ad vance again, at least three hours ahead of the main column. Move with caution, your flankers well out; both Hamlin and Corbin will go with you. Are there any questions?” “Full field equipment?” asked a voice. “Certainly, although in case of go ing into action .the overcoats will be discarded. Look over your ammuni tion carefully tonight.” They filed out of the tent one by one, some of the older officers paus ing a moment to speak with Hamlin, his own captain extending his hand cordially, with a warm word of com mendation. The Sergeant and Major Elliott alone remained. “If I strike a fresh trail, General,” asked the latter, “am I to press for ward or wait for the main body?” “Send back a courier at once, but advance cautiously, careful not to ex pose yourselves. There is to be no attack except in surprise, and w r ith full force. This Is important, Major, as we are doubtless outnumbered, ten to one. Was there something else. Sergeant?” “I was going to ask about Miss Mc- Donald, sir?” “Oh, yes; she is safely on her way to Camp Supply, under ample guard The convoy w r as to stop on the Cim arron, and pick up the frozen sol dier you left there, and if possible, find the bodies of the two dead men ” Long before daylight Elliott’s ad vance camp was under arms, the chilled and sleepy troopers moving forward through the drifted snow of the north bank; the wintry wind, sweeping down the valley, stung their faces and benumbed their bodies. The night had been cold and blustery, pro ductive of little comfort to either man or beast, but hope of early action ani mated the troopers and made them ob livious to hardship. There w’as little grumbling in the ranks, and by day break the head of the long column came opposite the opening into the valley wherein Hamlin had overtaken the fugitives. With Corbin beside him, the Sergeant spurred his pony aside, but there was little to see; the bodies of the dead lay as they had fallen, black blotches on the snow but there were no fresh trails to show' that either Dupont, or any Indi an ally, had returned to the spot. “That’s evidence enough, ‘Brick,’ ” commented the scout, staring about warily, “that thar wus no permanent camp over thar,” waving his hand to ward the crest of the ridge. “Them redskins was on the march, an' that geezer had ter follow ’em, er else starve to death. He’d a bin back afore this, an’ on ver trail with a bunch o’ young bucks.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) ' Cruel Form of Punishment, A species of punishment, reminis cent of barbarism, was meted out a few days ago to a seven-year-old boy j of Kiyosu, Japan, by the child’s fath er. 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