Crawfordsville Weekly Journal, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 9 August 1901 — Page 11

W. K.WALLACE

Agent for the Connecticut Flro Insurance Cost Hartford American Fire Insurance Co., of New York Girnrd Fire Insuranoe Company, of Philadelphia London Assurance Corporation,

London: Grand Rapids Fire Insurance Co., •i Michigan. Office in Joel Block with R. E. Bryant,

South Wash. St., Crawfordsville.

RUBBER TIRES!

The best rubber tires for buggies are the Goodyear, and we have the agency for ibem. Carriage blaoUsmithinK and repairing clone ripbt. and Dick Newell does my painting. «J. I MILLER. I.Mftin St-, Opp. Bobbins House Crawfordsville

Reeves & Jones,

Lawyers and Ayents.

G-encral law practice, real estate sold, money loaned or profitably Invested, with abstracts of title at lowest price. Fire insurance on city *nd country property in home company. Bankruptcy law beneliis explained, until its repeal soon, "and claims of heirs against estates freely Investigated. OUlce 130}j east Main^St., over American Clothiers.

Young Bros.

make their sale and feed barn their headquarters, the best facilities being present. We want to buy coach, draft and driving horses, and have 40 horses and mules and 20 farm mares for sale.

ALONZO YOUNG & CO.,

212 N. Green St. Old Rink Barn.

Perfumed Air*... from our compresscd air plant makes line finish for a hair cut or a shave. Try our shampoos and hair tonics. Applied in the way that will do good. No shop in the city gives you the service wedo. llath rooms clean and convenient.

Y. M. C. A. Barber Shop.

Five Barbers.

Home Money

5%

Payments at any time—best loan made.

Schults & Hulet,

IIS S. Washington St—Crawfordsville.

The ''ATHENS"

Pwrieral Parlor.

107 South Water Street—Crawfordsville, Ind.

W. D. McClelland,

Proprietor.

We keep on hands a well selected stork, and var equipments are of the best and first class. Lady attendant. (Residence 641. nones j-Qfflce

Estate of John Nutt, deceased. OTICE OF LETTERS TESTAMENTARY.

N

Notioe Is hereby given that the undersigned has duly qualified and given bond as executor of the last will and testament of John Nutt, late of Montgomery county, state of Indiana, deceased, and that letters testamentary on said estate have been dulv granted to Edmund S. Nutt.

Said estate is supposed to bs solvent. EDMUND S. NUTT, Executor. Dated July 20th, 19ul. 8-2 3t

N'

Estate of Emaline Chapman, deceased. OTICE OF APPOINTMENT.

Notioe is hereby given that the undersigned has been appointed and duly qualitled as administrator of the estate of Emaline Chapman, laie •f Montgomery countv, Indiana, deceased, bald •state Is supposed to be solvent.

JASPER HORNBECK, Administrator. Dated July 27th, 19ul. 8-2 3t

N

OTICE TO NON-RESIDENTS.

State of Indiana. Mon'gomery county. In the Montgomery circuit court, September verm, 19. -I

Gilbert H. Hamilton et al. vs. Joseph E. Hamilton et al, Complaint No. 13.749. Comes now the plaintiffs by John M. La Rue and Wm. C. Mitchell, attorness, and file their complaint herein, in partition, together with an affidavit that suid deiendants. Joseph E. Hamilton, John W Waugh. James H. VVaugh. Eddie Roister Waugh. Richard Hargrave Waugh, Mary Elizabeth VVaugh, Walter Scott Wauph, Jennie May Uiist and Minnie Agnes VVaugh are •ot residents of the siate of Indiana.

Notice is therefore hereby given said defendants that unless they be and appear on the 10th day of the next term of the Montgomery •ircuit court, the same being the 26th day of September A. D„ 1901, at the court house In Crawfordsville. in said county and state, and answer or demur to said complaint, the same will be heard and determined in their absence.

Witness my .me, and the seal of said court, affixed at Crawfordsville. this 27th day of Julv A. D., 19i»l. DUMONT KENNEDY. w8-2-3t Clerk.

N'

OTICE TO NON-RESIDENTS.

State of Indiana, Montgomery county. In circuit court. September term. 1901. No 13,746. James Grantham vs. the Chicago & Southeastern Railway Company, the Central Trust Company, the Metropolitan Trust Company, Theodore P. Davis, trustee.

The plaintiff in the above entitled cause having filed his application arid complaint therein, together with an affidavit that the defundunt. The Metropolitan Trust Company, and the defendant The Central Trust Company, are each a foreign corporation and are each a non-resi-dent of the state of Indiana, and tbat neither of said defendants has an agent or attorney in Montgomery county that the cause ot action alleged in the complaint arose in this state, and Is in relation to real estate situated in the slate of Indiana that each of said defendants is a necessary party to the final determination of the matter set up in the complaint tbat aintiff's complaint and application is to assess the damages to the plainillT by the appropriation of the following described real estate, to-wit:

Beginning ut a point on the west boundary line of section nine (»). in township seventeen (17) north, range three (3) west, in Montgomery county Indiana, due north of the center line of what is known as the Midlmd Railroad, (now the liicago&Southeastern Ka.'lroad. and forty (4 feet distant from said center line at its nearest point to said puintof cominenc ment and running thence from said point of commencement. northeastward and parallel with said center line of said railroad, to a point in the boundary line between the lands of Wesley Grantham an.1 James Grantham, seventy-two (72) rods directly north of the south boundary line of the southwest quarter of section four (4), in said township and range: thence east on the line between the lands of the said Granthams and beyond the said cemer line of the suid railroad to a point forty (40) feet distant from said center line ar. its nearest point thence south westward, and parallel with, the center line of the said railroad, to the west boundary line of the northwest quarter of section nine (9), township and ranne foresaid thence north to the place of beginning

Therefore, each of said defendants is hereby •otilied that the jury to assess the damages in the above entitled cause under tne application •f the plaintiff. James P. Grantham, fll.-d in the •fflce of the el rk of the Montgomery circuit •ourt, on the 26th day of July. 19..1, will meet •n the 24th dav of September, 1901, at2 o'clock p. m. on the premises to assess the damages to the plaintiff by the appropriation of said real •state as prayed for in his application.

Witness my name, and the seal of said court affixed at Crawfordsville, this 26ih dav of Julv. 1901. DTJMONT KENNEDY,

Clerk of Montgomery Circuit Court.

DAVID A CANINE. Sheriff Montgomery County. 8-2 9w

CM 0*0*0*0*0*00-1

Invite all the farmers to

e42

Calls attended both day or night. N. B.—I am agent for the ONLY and best Vaults In the market, the "VanCamp Burial •tult," of Indianupolls, Ind and the "MarbleIre." of Pittsburg, Pa. Prices within the reach •fall.

UNDER

TWO FLAGS

By "OUIDA.

*0*©*G*0*Q0* TIToy knew him, they hail met him In many conflicts, ami wherever the "fail Frank," as thoy called him, camc there they knew of old (lie battle was hare to wlu, hitler to the bitterest end, "whether that end were defeat or vie tory costly as defeat in its achievement.

Ami for the moment they recoiled under tlie shock of that fiery onslaught. For Hit! moment, they parted and wavered and oscillated beneath the impetus with which he hurled his hundred chasseurs on them with that light, swift, indescribable rapidity and resistleHsness of attack characteristic of the African cavalry.

Though a scoro or more, one ou another, had singled him out with a special and violent attack, he had gone as yet unwounded save for a lance thrust in his shoulder, of -which, in the heat of the conilict, he was unconscious. The "lighting fury" was upon him.

As lie spurred his horse down on them now 20 blades glittered against him. The foremost would have cut straight down through the bone of his bared chest and killed him at a single lunge, but as its steel flashed in the sun one of his troopers threw himself against it and parried the stroke from him by sheathing it in his own breast. The blow was mortal, and the one who had saved him reeled down off his saddle under the hoofs of the trampling charges. "Picpon remembers!" he murmured. with a smile, and as the charge swept onward Cecil, with a great cry of horror, saw the feet of the maddened horses strike to pulp the writhing body and saw the black, wistful eyes of the child of Paris look upward to him once with love and fealty and unspeakable sweetness gleaming through their darkened sight.

But to pause was impossible. Though the French horses were forced with marvelous dexterity through a bristling forest of steel, though the remuant of the once glittering squadron was cast against them in as headlong a daring as if it had half the regiments of the empire at its back, the charge availed little again3t the hosts of the desert that had rallied and swooped down afresh almost as soon as they had been for the instant of the shock panic stricken. They closed in on every side, wheeling their swift coursers hither and thither, striking with lance and blade, hemming in beyond escape the doomed fragment of the Frankish squadron till there remained of them but one small nucleus—a ring of horsemen, of whom every one had his face to the foe a solid circle curiously •wedged one against the other, with the bodies of chargers and of men deep around them and with the ground soaked with blood till the sand was one red morass.

Cecil held the eagle still and looked round on the few left to him. "You are the sons of the Old Guard. Die like them."

They answered with a pealing cry, terrible as the cry of the lion in the hush of the night, but a shout that had In it assent, triumph, fealty, victory, even as they obeyed him and drew up to die, while in their front was the young brow of Petit Picpon turned Hpw^rd to the glare ot the skies.

The Arabs honored these men, who alone and in the midst of the hostile force held their ground aud prepared thus to be slaughtered one by one till of all the squadron that had ridden out in the darkness of the dawn there should be only a black, huddled, stiffened heap of dead men and of dead beasts. The chief who led them jn'essed them back, withholding them from the end that was so near to their hands when they should stretch that single ring of horsemen all lifeless in the dust. "Yon are great warriors!" he cried in the Sablr tongue. "Surrender! We will spare!"

Cecil looked back once more on the fragment of his troop and raised the eagle higher aloft where the wings should glisten in the fuller day. Half naked, scorched, blinded, with an open gash in his shoulder where the lance had struck and with his brow wet with the great dews of the noon heat and the breathless toil, his eyes were clear as they flashed with the light of the sun in them. His mouth smiled as he answered: "Have we shown ourselves cowards that you think we shall yield?"

A yell of wild delight from the chasseurs he led. greeted and ratified the choice. "To the death! We will not

"Charge! Chargel"

surrender!" thejr shouted. Then, with their swords above their heads, they waited fgr the .collision of the terrible

attack which would fall on them upon every side and strike all the sentient life out of them before the sun should be one point higher in the heavens. It came. With a yell as of wild beasts in their famine the Arabs threw themselves forward, the chief himself singling out the "fair Frank" with a violence of a lion flinging himself on a leopard. One instant longer, one flash of time, and the tribes pressing on them would have massacred them like cattle driven iuto the pens of slaughter. Ere it could be done a voice like the ring of a silver trumpet echoed over the field: "Charge! Charge! Tuo. t!• •. I in1!"

Above the din, the shouts, the tumult, the echoing of the distant musketry, that, silvery cadence rang. Down into the midst, with the tricolor waving above her head, the bridle of her fiery mare between tier teeth, the raven of the dead zouave living above her head and her pistol leveled in deadly aim, rode Cigarette.

The lishtning lire of the crossing swords played round her, the glitter of lances dazzled her eyes, the reek of smoke and of carnage was round her, but she dashed down into the heart of the conflict as gayly as though she rode at a. review, laughing, shouting, waving her torn colors that she grasped, with her curls blowing back in the breeze and her bright young face set in the warrior's lust. Behind her by scarcely a length galloped throe squadrons of chasseurs aud spahis, trampling headlong over the corpse strewn field and breaking through the masses of the Arabs as though they were seas of corn.

She wheeled her mare round by Cecil's side at. the moment when with six swift passes of his blade he had warded off the chiefs blows and sent his own sword down through the chest bones of the Bedouin's mighty form. "Well struck! The day is turned! Charge!"

She gave the order as though she were a marshal of the empire. The sun blaze fell on her where she sat on the rearingj fretting, half bred gray, with the tricolor folds above her head and her toetli tight gripped on the chain bridle and her face all glowing and warm .and full of the fierce fire of war, a little amazon in.scarlet and blue and gold, a young Jeanne d'Arc, with the crimson fez in lieu of the silvered casque and the gay broideries of her fantastic dress instead of the breastplate of steel. And with the flag of her idolatry, the flag that was as her religion, floating back as she went she spurred her mare straight against the Arabs, straight over the lifeless forms of the hundreds slain, and after her poured the fresh squadrons of caval ry, the ruby burnoose of the spahis streaming ,on the wind as their darling led them on to retrieve the day for France.

XTot

a bullet struck or a saber grazed her but there, in the heat and the press of the worst of the slaughter, Cigarette rode hither and thither, to and fro, her voice ringing like a bird's song over the field in command, in applause, in encouragement, in delight bearing her standard aloft and untouched dashing heedless through a Storm of blows cheering on her "chil­

dren" to the OTIarge TTgffln and again, and all the while with the sunlight full on her radiant, spirited head, and with the grim, gray raven flying above her, shrieking shrilly its "Tue, tue, tue!" The army believed with super stitious faith in the potent spell of that veteran bird, and the story ran that whenever he flew above a combat France was victor beiore the sun set The echo of the raven's cry, and the presence of the child who, they knew, would have a 'thousand musket balls fired in her fair young breast rather than live to see them defeated, made tho fresh squadrons sweep in like a whirlwind, bearing down all before them.

Cigarette saved the day.

THE CRAWFORDSVILLE WEEKLY JOURNAL!

CHAPTER XIII. jEFORE the sun had declined from the zenith the French were masters of the fleld, and pursued the retreat of the

Arabs till for miles along the plain the line of their flight was marked with horses that had dropped dead in the strain, and with the motionless forms of their desert riders. When at length she returned, coming in with her ruth less spahis, whose terrible passions she feared no more than Virgil's Volscian huntress feared the beasts of forest and plain, the raven still hovered above her exhausted mare, the torn flag was still in her left hand, and the bright laughter, the flash cf ecstatic triumph, was still in her- face as she sang the last lines of her own war chant. The leopard nature was roused in her. She was a soldier death had been about her from her birth she neither feared to give nor to receive it she was happy as suqh elastic, sunlit, dauntless youth as hers alone can be, returning in the reddening afterglow at the head of her comrades to the camp she had saved, while all who remained of the soldiers who, but for her, would have been massacred long ere then, threw themselves forward, crowded round her, caressed aud laughed, and wept, and shouted with all the changes of their intense mercurial temperaments, kissed her boots, her sash, her mare's drooping neck, and lifting her, with wild vivas that rent the sky, on to the shoulders of the four tallest men among them, bore her to the presence of the only chief officer of high rank who had survived the terrors of the day.

And he, a grave and noble looking veteran, uncovered his head and bowed before her as courtiers bow before their queens. "Mademoiselle, you saved the honor of France. In the name of France, I thank you."

The tears rushed swift and hot into Cigarette's bright eyes—tears of joy.

tears of pride. She was but a child still in much, and sites could be moved by tho name of France as other children by the name of their mothers. "Chut! I did nothing." she said rapidly. "I only rode fast."

The frenzied hurrahs of the men who heard her drowned her words. They loved her for what she had done: they loved her better still because she set no count on it. "The empire will think otherwise/' said the major of the zouaves. "Tell mo, my little one, how did you do this thing

V"

Cigarette, balaucing herself with a foot on either shoulder of her supporters, gave the salute and answered: "Simply, my commander, very simply. I was alnnc, riding midway between you and the main army—three league*, say. from each. I was all alone: only Yole-qui-veut flying with me for fun. 1 meta colon. I knew the man. For the matter of that I did liim once a service—saved his geese and his fowls trom burning one winter's day in their house, while he wrung his hands and looked on. Well, he was full of terror and told me there was fighting yonder—here he meant—so I rode nearer to see. That was Just upon sunrise. I dismounted and ran up a palm there." Aild Cigarette pointed to a fa roll! slope crowned with the remains of a once mighty palm forest. "I got up very high. I could see miles round. I saw how things were with you. For the moment I was coming straight to you. Then I thought 1 should do more service if I let tho main army know and brought you a re-en-forcement. I rode fast. Dieu! I rode fast. My horse dropped under me twice, but I reached them at last, aud I went at once to tho general. He guessed at a glance how things were, and I told him to give me my spahis and let me go. So he did. I got on a mare of his own staff, and away we came. Tt was a near thing. If we had been a minute later, It had been all up with you." "True, indeed," muttered tho zouave in his beard. "A superb action, my little one. But did you meet no Arab scouts to stop you?"

Cigarette laughed. "Did I not? Met them by dozens. Some had a shot at me some had a shot from me. One fellow nearly winged me. but I got through them all somehow. Sapristi! I galloped so fast I was very hard to hit flying. Those things only require a little judgment. But some men always are creeping when they should fly and always are scampering when they should saunter, and then they wonder when they make fiasco. Bah!"

And Cigarette laughed again. "Men were such bunglers. Ouf!" "Mademoiselle, it ail soldiers were like you," answered the major of zouaves curtly, "to command a battalion would be paradise." "All soldiers would do anything I have done." retorted Cigarette, who never took a compliment at the expense of her "children." "They do not all get the opportunity. Opportunity is a little angel. Some catch him as he goes some let him pass by forever. You must be quick with him, for he is like an eel to wriggle away. If you want a good soldier, take that aristocrat— that handsome Victor. Pouf! All his officers were down, and how splendidly he led the troop! He was going to die with them rather than surrender. Napoleon"—and Cigarette uncovered her curly head reverentially, as at the name of a deity—"Napoleon would have given him his brigade ere this. If you had seen him kill the chief!" "He will have justice done him, never fear. And for you—the cross shall be on your breast, Cigarette, if I live over tonight to write my dispatches."

And the major saluted her once more and turned away to view the carnage strewn plain and number the few who remained out of those who had been wakened by the clash of the Arab arms in the gray of the earliest dawn.

Cigarette's eyes flashed like sun playing on water, and her flushed cheeks grew scarlet. Since her infancy it had been her dream to have the cross to lie above her little lion's heart. It had been the one longing, the one ambition, the one undying desire, of her soul, and. lo, she touched its realization.

The wild, frantic, tumultuous cheers and caresses of her soldiery, who could not triumph in her and triumph with her enough to satiate them, recalled her to tho actual moment. She sprang down from her elevation and turned on them with a rebuke. "Ah, you arcmaking this fuss about me while hundreds of better soldiers than I lie yonder. Let us look to them first. Wo will play the fool afterward."

And. although sho had ridden 50 miles that day if sho had ridden one, though she had eaten nothing since sunrise and had only had one draft of bad water, though she was tired and stiff and bruised and parched with thirst, Cigarette dashed off as lightly as a young goat to look for the wounded and the (lying men who strewed the plain far and near.

Sho remembered one whom she had not seen 'after that first moment.in which she had given the word to the squadrons to charge.

It was a terrible sight—the arid plain, lying in the scarlet glow of sunset, covered with dead bodies, with mutilated limbs, with horses gasping and writhing, with men raving like mad creatures in the torture of their wouuds. She had seen great slaughter often enough, but even she had not seen any struggle more close, more murderous, than this had been. The dead lay by hundreds, French and Arab locked in one another's limbs as they had fallen when the ordinary mode of warfare bad failed to satiate their violence, and they had wrestled together like wolves fighting and rending one another over a disputed carcass. "Is he killed? Is ho killed?" she

thought as sho bent over each knot of motionless bodies where here and there Bomc faint stifled breath or some moan of agony told that life still lingered beneath tho huddled, stiffening heap. And a tightness came at her heart. An aching four made her shrink as she raised each hidden face that she had never known before. "What if he be?" sho said fiercely to herself. "It is nothing to mo. I hate him, tho cold aristocrat. I ought, to be glad if I see him lying here."

But. despite her hatred for him. she could not banish that hot. feverish hope, that cold, suffocating fear which, turn by turn, quickened and slackened the bright flow of her warm young blood as she searched among the slain. A dog's nloan caught her ear. She turned and looked across. Upright among a ghastly lot of men and chargers sat the small, snowy poodle of the chasseurs, beating the air with its little paws as it. had been taught to do when it needed anything and howling piteously as it begged. "Flick-Fhick! What is It, FllckFlack?" she cried to him, while, with a bound, she reached tho spot. The dog leaped on her, rejoicing. The dead were thick there—10 or 12 deep—French trooper and Bedouin rider flung across one another, horribly entangled with the limbs, tho manes, the shattered bodies of their own horses. Among them she saw the face she sought as the dog eagerly ran back, caressing the hair of a soldier who lay underneath tho weight of his gray charger that had been killed by a musket ball

Cigarette grew very pale, as she had never grown when the hailstorm of

She forced the end between his lips. shots had been pouring on her in the {pidst of a battle, but, with the rapid skill and strength she had acquired long before she reached the place, lifted aside first one, then another, of the lifeless Arabs that had fallen above him and drew out from beneath the suffocating pressure of hiB horse's weight the head and the frame of the chasseur whom Flick-Flack b%d sought out and guarded.

For a moment she thought him dead. Then, as she drew him out where the cool breeze of the declining day could reach him, a slow breath, painfully drawn, moved his chest She saw that he was unconscious from the stifling oppression under which he had been buried since noon. An hour more without one loucli of fresher air and life would have been extinct-

Cigarette had with her the flask of brandy that she always brought on such errands as these. She forced tho end between his Hps and poured some down his throat. Her hand shook slightly as she did so, a weakness the gallant little campaigner never before then had known.

It revived him in a degree. He breathed more freely, though heavily and with difficulty still, but gradually the deathly leaden color of his face was replaced by the hue of life, and his heart began to beat more loudly. Consciousness did not return to him. Holey motionless and seuseless, with his head resting on her lap and with FlickFlack, in eager ati'ectiou, licking his hands and his hair. "He was as good as dead, FlickFlack, if it had uot been for you and me," said Cigarette, while she wetted his lips with moru brandy. "Ah, bah! And he would be more grateful, FllckFlack, for a scornful scoff from miIadi."

Still, though she thought this, slio let his head lie on her lap, and as she looked down on him there was the glisten as of tears in the brave, sunny eyes of the little Friend of the Flag. "He is so handsome, so handsome!" she muttered in her teeth, drawing a silklike lock o,f his hair through her hands and looking at the stricken strength, the powerless limbs, the bare chest, cut and bruised and heaved painfully by each uneasy breath. She was of a vivid, voluptuous, artistic nature she was thoroughly womanlike In her passions and her instincts, though she so fiercely contemned womanhood. If he had not been beautiful, she would never have looked twice at him, never once have pitied his i'ate.

And he was beautiful still, though his hair was heavy with dew and dust, though his face was scorched with powder, though his eyes were closed as with the leaden weight of death and his beard was covered with the red stains of blood that had flowed from the lance wound on his shoulder.

The restless movements of little Flick-Flack dot.aehed a piece of twine passed around his favorite's throat the glitter of gold arrested Cigarette's eyes. She caught what the poodle's impatient caress had broken from the string. It was a small blue enamel medallion bonbon box with a hole through it by which it had been slung—a tiny toy once costly, now tarnished, for It had been carried through many rough scenes and many years of hardship, had been bent by blows, struck at the

breast against which it rested, ani wns clotted now with blood. Inside it was a woman's ring of sapphires and opals.

She looked at both close In the glow of the setting sun, then passed the string through aud, fastened the bor afresh. It was a mere trifle, but it sufficed to banish her dream, to arouse her to contemptuous, Impatient bitterness with that new weakness that had for the hour broken her down to the level of this feverish folly. He was beautiful—yes! She could not bring herself to hate him she could not help the brimming tears blinding her eyes when she looked at him stretched senseless thus. But he was wedded to his past that toy in his breast, whatever It might be, whatever tala might cling to it, was sweeter to him than her lips would ever be. Bah! Then- were better men than be. Why had she not let him lie and die as ha might under the pile of dead? "You deserve to be shot—yo«!" said Cigarette, fiercely abusing herself as she put his head off her lap, and rose abruptly aud shouted to a Tringlo who was at some distance searching for the wounded. "Here is a chasseur with some breath in him," she said, curtly, as the man with his mule cart and its sad burden of half dead, moaning, writhing frames drew near at her summons. "Put him in. Soldiers cost too much training to waste them on Jackals and kites, If one can help it. Lift him up! Quick!" "He is badly hurt," said the Tringlo.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, not I have had worse scratches myself. The horse fell on him that was the mischief. Most of them hero have swallowed the leaden pill onco and for all. I never saw a prettier thing—every lascar has killed his own little knot of Arblcos. Look how nice and neat they look."

She was not going to have him Imagine she cared for that chasseur whom he lifted up ou his little wagon with so kindly a care—not she! Cigarette was': as proud in her way as was ever the Princess Venetia Corona.

Nevertheless she kept pace with the mules, carrying little Flick-Flack, and never paused on her way, though she passed scores of dead Arabs, whose silver ornaments and silk broideries, commonly after such a fantasia, replenished the knapsack and adorned in profusion the uniform of the young filibuster, being gleaned by her right and left, as her lawful harvest after the fray. "Leave him there. I will hav® a look at him," she said at the first empty tent they reached. Cigarette, left alona with the wounded man, lying Insensible still on a heap of forage, ceased her song and grew very quiet. Bhe had a certain surgical skill, and she dressed his wounds with the cold, clear water and washed away the dust and the blood that covered his breast "He Is too good a soldier to die. Ona must do It for France," she said to herself in a kind of self apology. And as Bhe did it and bound the lance gash close and bathed his breast, his forehead, his hair, his beard, free from the sand and the powder and the gore a thousand changes swept over her mobile face. It was one moment soft and flushed and tender as passion It waa the next jealous, fiery, scornful, pals and full of impatient self disdain. no was nothing to her! He was an aristocrat, and she was a child of the people. She had been besieged by dukes and had flouted princes. She had borne herself in such gay liberty, such vivacious freedom, such proud and careless sovereignty bah, what was it to her whether this man lived or died? If she saved him, he would give her a low bow as ho thanked her, thinking all the while of iniladl. And yet there she staid and watched him. She took some food, for she had been fasting all day. Then she Uropped down before the flre she had lighted and in one of those soft, curled, kittenlike attitudes that were characteristic of her kept her vigil over him.

to be continued

Easy Old Greencastle.

Tho people of Greencastle were victimized by two strangers, who sold them what was said to bo Mexican salt. The two men bought a large quantity of common barrel salt, mashedit a little finer, and sold it at, good prices.

'V

Death of an Infant.

The nine-months-old daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Conkright died last I'nday at the home on east Jefferson street, of spasms. The funeral oecuTed Sunday afternoon at 2 o'clock, interment being at the Masonic cemtery.

Al'PJfiN IMCITIS.

Some X^acta UeKarili:i« its Rapid Incrwuie.

Appendicitis among Americans is certainly increasing and while this is probably due the excitement and worry «.f American business life, it is more ofLen directly irotable to constipation. Appendicitis is caused by extraneous matter entering the vermiform appendix, and not by the swallowing of seeds. If the digestive organs are kept in perfect condition so the food i» duly assimilated aud the bowels ve gently, at least once a day, appeuuiritis will never dovelop. Don't t*ko chances. Regular doses of Dr CtldwellV Syrup Pep.-in bafore ti eals will strengthen the organs of digestion, jour ..pppiiie will be good, constipation dis»ppears and you feel better in every «-ay Dr. C«)d well's Svrup Pepsin does riot relax the bowels by irritation, but by curing indigestion, the cause of cnnstpntirn. Nye & Booe Sf*ll it, in 50c. and SI 00 bottle?,, under a po-itUe guarantee. Write f.»r bo»k of tp.-timoniul-i to Pepsin SyrupCo., Dept. 5, MontWlln, III.

The Journal .rtr-. top calling cards, $1 51 W'iie uuck hats for 69o at the Golden Hule.