Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 84, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 April 1913 — Page 2

MOLLY McDonald A TALE OF THE FRONTIER

SYNOPSIS. Major McDonald, commanding an army boat near Fort Dodge, seeks a man to Intercept his daughter. Molly, who is headed for the post. An Indian outbreak is threatened. CHAPTER ll—Continued. "No! Oh. of course not. Nothing that goes on out here ever drifts east of the Missouri. Lord! We might as well be serving a foreign country. Well, listen: I was at Washita then, and had the story first hand. Dugan was a lieutenant in *D’ Troop, out with his first Independent command scouting along the Canadian. He knew as much about Indians as a cow does of music. One morning the young idiot left camp with only one trooper along—Hamlin here —and he was a Tookie,' to follow up what looked like a fresh trail. Two hours later they rode slap into a war party, and the fracas was on. Dugan got a ball through the body at the first fire that paralyzed him. He was conscious, but couldn’t move. The rest was up to Hamlin. You ought to have heard Dugan tell it when he got so he could speak. Hamlin dragged the boy down into a buffalo wallow, shot both horses, and got behind them. It was all done In the jerk of a lamb’s tail. They had two Henry rifles, and the ‘rookie’ kept them both hot He got some of the bucks, too, but of course, we never knew how many. There were twenty in the party, and they charged twice, riding their ponies almost to the edge of the wallow, but Hamlin had fourteen shots without reloading, and they couldn’t quite make it. Dugan said there were nine dead ponies within a radium of thirty feet. Anyhow it was five hours before ‘D’ troop came up, and that’s what they found when they got there—Dugan laid out, as good as dead, and Hamlin shot twice, and only ten cartridges left Hell,” he added disgustedly, “and you never even heard of it east of the Missouri.”

There was a flush of color on the sergeant’s cheeks, but he never moved. 1 “There was nothing else to do but what I did,” he explained simply. “Any of the fellows would have done the same it they had been up against it the way I was. May I ask,” his eyes first upon one and then the other inquiringly, “what it was you wanted of me?" " ! McDonald drew a long breath. “Certainly, sergeant, sit down —yes, take that chair.” / He described the situation in a few words, and the trooper listened quietly until he was done. Travers interrupted once, his voice emerging from a cloud of smoke. As the major concluded, Hamlin asked a question or two gravely. “How old is your daughter, sir?” “In her twentieth year." “Have you a picture of the young lady?” The major crossed over to his fatigue coat hanging on the wall, and extracted a small photograph from an inside pocket - “This was taken a year ago,” he explainedf “and was considered a good likeness then.” Hamlin tbok the card in his hands, studied the face a moment and then placed it upon the table. “You figure she ought to leave Riply on the 18th,” he said slowly. “Then I shall need to start at once to make Dodge in time.” “You mean to go then? Of course, you realize I have no authority to order you on such private service.” “That’s true. I’m a volunteer, but I’ll ask you for a written order just the same in case my troop commander should ever object, and I’ll need a fresh horse; I rode mine pretty hard coming up here.” “You shall have the pick of the stables, sergeant,” interjected the cavalry captain, knocking the ashes from his pipe. "Anything else? Have you had rest enough?” “Four hours,” and the sergeant stood up again. “All I require will be two days* rations, and a few more revolver cartridges. The sooner I'm off the better.” I It he heard Travers’ attempt at conversation as the two stumbled together down the dark hilll, he paid small attention. At the stables, aided by a smoky lantern, he picked out a tough-looking buckskin mustang, with an evil eye; and, using his own saddle and bridle, he finally led the half-brok-en animal outside.

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protested Travers, careful to keep so one side. “I’ll take it out of him before morning,” was the reply. "Come on, boy! easy now—easy! How about the rations, captain?” - “Carter will have them for you at the gate of the stockade. Do you know the trail?" “Well enough to follow—yes.” McDonald was waiting with Carter, and the dim gleam of the lantern revealed his face. "Remember, sergeant, you are to make her turn back if you can. Tell her I wish her to do so —yes, this letter will explain everything, but she is a pretty high-spirited girl, and may take the bit in her teeth—imagine she’d rather be here with me, and all that. If she does I suppose you’ll have to let her have her own way—the Lord knows‘her mother always did. Anyhow you’ll stay with her till she’s safe.”

"I sure will,” returned the sergeant, gathering up his reins. “Good-by to you.” —--——' —7 — - “Good-by and good luck,” and McDonald put out his hand, which the other took hesitatingly. The next instant he was in the saddle, and with a wild leap the startled mustang rounded the edge of the bluff, flying into the night. All had occurred so quickly that Hamlin’s mind had not yet fully adjusted itself to all the details. He was naturally a man of few words, deciding on a course of action quietly, yet not apt to deviate from any conclusion finally reached. But he had been hurried, pressed into this adventure, and now welcomed an opportunity to think it all out coolly. At first, for a half mile or more, the plunging buckskin kept him busy, bucking viciously, rearing, leaping madly from side to side, practising every known equine trick to dislodge the grim fitter in the saddle. The man fought' out the battle silently, immovable as a rock, and apparently as indifferent. Twice his spurs brought blood, and once he struck the rearing head with clenched fist. The light of the stars revealed the faint lines of the trail, and he was content to permit the maddened brute to race forward, until, finally mastered, the animal settled down into a swift gallop, but with ears laid back in ugly defiance. The rider’s gray eyes smiled pleasantly as he settled more comfortably Into the saddle, peering out from beneath the stiff brim of his scouting hat; then they hardened, and the man swore softly under his breath.

The peculiar nature of this mission which he had taken upon himself had been recalled. He was always doing something like that —permitting himself to become involved In the affairs of others. Now why should he be here, riding alone through the dark to prevent this unknown girl from reaching Devere? She was nothing to him —even that glimpse of her pictured face had not Impressed him greatly; rather interesting, to be sure, but nothing extraordinary; besides he was not a woman’s man, and, through years of Isolation, he had grown to avoid contact with the sex—and he was under no possible obligation to either McDonald or Travers. Yet here he was, fully committed, drawn into the vortex, by a hasty illconsidered decision. He was tired still from his swift journey across the desert from Fort Union, and now faced another three days* ride. Then what? A headstrong girl to be convinced of danger, and controlled. The longer he thought about it all, the more intensely disagreeable the task appeared, yet the clearer did he appreciate its necessity. He chafed at the knowledge that it had become his work —that he had permitted himself to be ensnared —yet he dug his spurs into the mustang and rode steadily, grimly, forward. The real truth was that Hamlin comprehended much more fully than did the men at Devere the danger menacing travelers along the main trail to Santa Fe. News reached Fort Union much quicker than it did that isolated post up on the Cimarron. He knew of the fight In Raton Pass, and that two stages within ten days had been attacked, one several miles east of Bent’s Fort. This must mean that a desperate party of raiders had succeeded in slipping past those scattered army details scouting Into the northwest Whether or not these warriors Irere in any Considerable

of the sources of American noise. It is recommended by this society that builders use the noiseless method of construction of houses so that muffled hammers shall install mufflers for noise features in all edifices. A soft, sepulchral silence in every home is recommended for the relief of the nerve-wear and that the modern hurly-burly conduct of homes is said to have upon those growing up in them. In addition to all other devices for the noiseless home has been recommended the antlsnore appll-

force he could not determine—the reports of their depredations were but rumors at Union when he left—yet* whether ip large body or small, they would have a clear, run in the Ar-kansas-Valley before any troops could be gathered together to drive them out. Perhaps even now, the stages had been withdrawn, communication with Santa Fe abandoned. This had been spoke of as possible at Union the night he left, for it was well known that there was no cavalry force left at Dodge which could be utilized as guards. The wide map of the surrounding region spread out before him in memory; he felt its brooding desolation, -its awful loneliness. Nevertheless he must go on —perhaps at the stage station near the ford of the Arkansas he could learn the truth. It was'a waterless desert stretching between the Cimarron and the Arkansas,. consisting of almost a dead level of alkali and sand, although toward the northern extremity the sand had been driven by the ceaseless wind into grotesque hummocks. The trail, cut deep by traders’ wagons earlier in the spring, was still easily traceable for a greater part of the distance, and Hamlin as yet felt no need of caution—this was a country the Indians would avoid, the only danger being from some raiding party from the south. At early dawn he came trotting down Into the Arkansas valley, and gazed across at the greenness of the opposite bank. There, plainly in view, were the deep ruts of the main trail running close in against the bluff. His» tired eyes caught no symbol of life either up or down the stream, except a thin spiral of blue smoke that slowly wound its way upward. An Instant he starpci believing it to be the fire of some efnigrant’s camp; then realized that hl looked upon the smouldering debris of the stage station.

CHAPTER 111. The News At Ripley. Miss Molly McDonald had departed for the west—carefully treasuring her father’s -detailed letter of instruction —filled with interest and enthusiasm. She was an army -girl, full of confidence in herself and delighted at the prospect of an unusual summer. Moreover, her natural spirit of adventure had been considerably stimulated by the envious comments of her schoolmates, who apparently believed her wondrously daring to venture such a trip, the apprehensive advice of her teachers, and much reading, not very judiciously chosen, relative to pioneer life on the plains. The possible hardships of the long journey alone did not appall her in the least. She had made similar trips before and had always found pleasant and attention companionship. Being a wholesome, pleasant-faced girl, with eyes decidedly beautiful, and an attractive personality, the making of new friendships was never difficult. Of course, the stage ride would be an entirely fresh and precarious experience, but then her father would doubtless meet her before that; or send some officer to act as escort. Altogether the prospect appeared most delightful and alluring. The illness of the principal of Sunnycrest had resulted in the closing of the school some few days earlier than had been anticipated, and it was so lonely there after the others had departed that Miss Molly hastened her packing and promptly joined the exodus. Why not? She could wait the

Nevertheless He Must Go On.

proper date at Kansas City or Fort Ripley just as well, enjoying herself meanwhile amid a new environment, and no doubt she would encounter some of her father’s army friends who would help entertain her pleasantly. As a result of this earlier departure she’reached Ripley some two days in advance of the prearranged schedule, and in spite of her young strength and enthusiasm, most thoroughly tired out by the strain of continuous travel. Her one remaining desire upon arrival was for a bed, and actuated by this necessity, when she learned that the army post was fully two miles from the town, she accepted proffered guidance to the famous Gilsey House, and promptly fell asleep. The light 3?

ances, in the form of a halter to strap around the snoring organs of those thus afflicted, so that they will be prevented from somnolent pastime. The noiseless home, says the Baltimore American, is said to be the coming necessity, and upon this is contingent the suppression of unnecessary noises on the streets. The time is coming—of course, it must come — when all the activities of life will be conducted as noiselessly as the use of a battery of noiseless rifles in warfare

of a now day gave her a first real glimpse of the surrounding dreariness as she stood looking out through the grimy glass of her single window, depressed and heartsick. The low, rolling hills, bare and desolate, stretched to the horizon, the grass already burned brown by the sun. The town Itself consisted of but one short, crooked street, flanked f byrough, ramshackle frame structures, two-thirds of these apparently saloons, with dirty, flapping tents sandwiched between, and huge piles of tin cans and other rubbish stored away behind. The street Was rutted and dusty, and the ceaseless wind swirled the dirt about in continuous, suffocating clouds. The hotel ilselt, a little, squatty, two-steried affair, groaned to the blast, threatening to collapse. Nothing moved except a wagon down the long ribboh of road, and a dog digging for a bone behind a' near-by tent. It was so squalid and ugly she turned away in speechless disgust. The interior, however, offered even smaller comfort. A rude bedstead, one leg considerably short and propped up by a half brick, stood against the board wall; a single wooden chair was opposite, and a fly-specked mirror hung over a tin basin and pitcher. The floor Ragged fearfully and the side walls lacked several inches of reaching thfe ceiling. Even in the dim candle light of the evening before, the bed coverings had looked so forbidding that Molly had compromised, lying down, half-dressed on the outside; now, in the garish glare of returning day they appeared positively filthy. And this was the best to be had; she realized that, her courage failing at the thought of remaining alone amid such surroundings. As she washed, using a towel of her own after a single glance at the hotel article, and did up her rebellious hair, she came to a prompt decision. She would go directly on—would take the first stage. Perhaps her father, or whomever he sent, would be met with along the route. The coaches had regular meeting stations, so there was small danger of their missing each other. The question of possible danger was dismissed almost without serious thought. She had seen no papers since leaving St. Louis, and the news before that contained nothing more definite than rumors of uneasiness among the Plains Indians. Army officers interviewed rather made light of the affair, as being merely the regular outbreak of young warriors, easily suppressed. On the train she had met with no one who treated the situation as really serious; and, if it was, then surely her father would send some message of restraint. Satisfied upon this point, and fully determined upon departing at the earliest opportunity, she ventured down the narrow, creakIng stairs in search of breakfast

The dining-room was discovered at the foot of the steps, a square box of a place, the two narrow windows looking forth on the desolate prairie. There were three tables, but only one was in use, and, with no waiter to guide her, the girl advanced hesitatingly and took a seat opposite the two men already present. They glanced up, curiously interested, staring at her a moment, and then resumed their interrupted meal. Miss McDonald’s critical eyes surveyed the unsavory-look-ing food, her lips slightly curved, and then glanced inquiringly toward the men. The one directly opposite was large and burly, with iron-gray hair and beard, about sixty years of age, but with red cheeks and bright eyes, And a face expressive of hearty good nature. His clothing was roughly serviceable, but he looked clean and wholesome. The other was an army lieutenant, but Molly promptly quelched her first inclination to address him, as she noted his red, inflamed face and dissipated appearance. As she nibbled, half-heartedly, at the miserable food brought by a slovenly waiter, the two men exchanged harely a dozen words, the lieutenant growling out monosyllabic answers, finally pushing back his chair, and striding out. Again the girl glanced across at the older man, mustering courage to address him. At the same moment he looked up, with eyes full of good humo? and kindly interest. “Looks rather tough, I reckon, miss,” waving a big hand over the table. “But you’ll have ter git used to it in this kentry." “Oh, I do not believe I ever could,” disconsolately. “I can scarcely choke down a mouthful." "So I was noticin’; from the East, 1 reckon?" “Yes; I—l came last night, and—and really I am afraid I am actually homesick already. It —it is even more —more primitive than I supposed. Do—do you live here—at Ripley?” “Good Lord, no!” heartily, “though I reckon yer might not think my home wuz much better. I’m the post-tradei down at Fort Marcy, jist out,o’ Sants Fe. I’ll be blame glad ter git bach thar too, I’m tellln’ yer.” ’That—that is what I wished to ash you about," she stammered. “The Santa Fe stage; When does it leave here? and —and where do I arrange for passage?” * He dropped knife and fork, staring at her across the table. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Work of Grecian Women.

The first women’s paper in Greecs was established twenty-five years age by Mme. Calllrhoe Parren. The oldest women’s organization was founded in 1873 under the name of the Ladies' society, with the object of securing employment for poor women and encouraging native industries. For several years the Greek National Council of Women has been a power in the affairs of the country, and it alms to secure equal rights for women in all depart monte of the governmenL

TIGHT COLLARS HARM

HAVE EXTREMELY B/W EFFECT on Appearance or neck. Bound to Produce Defects That Are “ Always Very Hard to Overcome— Massage Will Do Much to Restore the Symmetry. _ The habit of wearing tight collars Is responsible for serious harm to the beauty and symmetry of the throat. The Continued pressure of a close fitting color will . weaken the muscles, injpede the circulation, deplete the tissues and irritate the skin. The consequence of such injurious action will be a lack of roundness and firmness in the contour of the throat, flabby flesh and a wrinkled and discolored skin. These defects are difficult to overcome, and the first requisite is to leave off the tight collar And wear one.that, is at least a half Inch larger than is actually required. The difference in size will not be as noticeable as you may think, and It gives the neck room for free movement and prevents most of the ills mentioned above.

Restoring the symmetry of the throat is not to be quickly accomplished, but with determination and perseverance it can be done. Exercise is the only remedy which will strengthen the muscles and bring back the lost firmness and roundness, and the exercises must be gone through regularly twice a day. Massage with a nourishing cream is a very Important part of the restoring process, and the regular use of a mild bleach Is also necessary. In addition to this treatment cold water must be used freely, as there is no better tonic for depleted tissues than the frequent application of very cold water. In giving massage use the broad palm of the hand. Let the strokes be upward at the back of the neck and also back of the ears and downward from the chin, carrying them well down onto the chest. The massage can be followed immediately with cold compresses, and these should be changed as often as necessary to keep them cold. The water can be salted if desired, as the salt water possesses some astringent properties which add to the beneficial effect of the compresses. y The neck exercises can be taken as < follows: Stand with the body erect and the weight on the balls of the feet; bend the head forward till the chin rests well down on the chest, it into position again and bend it backward till the back of the bead rests upon the spine. Bring the head again Into position, bend It to the left until the ear touches the Shoulder, then to the right till the right ear touches the shoulder, then up into position, when the entire exercise must be gone through again. Avoid jerky motions, else the muscles may become strained. Another exercise which is excellent is to turn the head to the, left as far as possible, even stretching the neck a little so you can look well over your left shoulder, then to the right, following the same direction. Again, avoid too rapid or vigorous movements. (Copyright, 1913, by Universal Press Syndicate.)

NEWEST MATERIALS OF WOOL

Summer Dresses Promise to Be Prettier Than They Have Been for Many Years Past. Among new woolen materials for tailored gowns is the accordion plaited effect which it seems no amount of pressing can destroy. “Parquet” is the name of a lovely, bolt woolen fabric that has a raised design exactly resembling an Inlaid floor. “Bigoudine,” coarse and heavy in effect, but really beautifully light, woven in crooked, fine and coarse threads, something the manner of “zig-zag," is an ideal fabric for summer tailored cos-

FOR SHIRTWAISTS AND SHOES

Box Easily Fashioned From Simple Materials a Useful and Pretty Article of Furniture. This Is a useful and pretty piece of furniture for any room. Two boxes purchased at the grocery store will serve the purpose. These boxes are to be joined with stout screws, and a back the length of the two boxes, and having a rounded end is to be se-

curely fastened to the back of each box as shown in the illustration. In the shoe box two shelves are screwed fast, and to the shirtwaist box a cover should be arranged on hinges, so that it may be raised from the front Denim or cretonne may be used for a covering. Finish with gimp and brass-headed tack*.

(tumes. The same indorsement can be 'given to a woolen - fabric, with a surface like uncut velvet, woven in cool olive green and white. With white facings and white buttons for trimmings, the refined effect of this material is easily imagined. With the same delusive effect of heaviness is a material particularly good in a deep, rich vilet, but which also appears in all other shades of the season. The woolen materials mentioned above will be used as facings for collars and revers as well as for the entire costume. ■• ■ ■■; =

SMART SPRING SUIT

Sprlng suit of light tan ratine with buttons and pipings of tissue print r* In several tones.

To Clear the Skin.

At this season of the year the r.eot begins to show the effect of high collars, dark furs and other mediums that give the skin a murky appearance. Always extend the use of the cleansing cream used to keep the face smooth and clear to the neck and well up into the hair at the back. To eradicate discolorations caused by high or dark collars there is no remedy more effective than the common or garden variety of lemon juice. Select firm, juicy lemons and apply the juice to the skin after all traces of dust or grime have been removed either with soap and water or With cleansing cream. The cucumber remedies are used with much success, although one must be sure they are as represented, else it will be a case of wasting time and money.

Single Rose in Millinery.

A large leghorn hat veiled with shadow lace has a single American Beauty rose decoration about the crown, one rose falling over the brim with stem attached to the crown and the other with rose at crown and stem extending downward.

DICTATES OF FASHION

Dresses of brocaded charmtsuse with Bulgarian embroidery are charming. Moire is fashionable, but it cannot be said that it has much success. Dance frocks are of such delicate and fragile fabrics they must be constantly replenished. Short coats of brocade will be worn with cotton gowns and they should always match in color. The pale parchment tint and the color known as tete de negre are the popular shades of brown. This is the day of China silk, crepe de chine, Italian silk and mercerised knitting for underwear materials in place of the muslins, as the latter fail to cling in the necessary way under the slim outer garments that are the prt»«nt fashion. v

Late Novelty.

The powder puff handkerchief is among the latest novelties. A tiny lamb’s wool puff is fastened to the center of a small, bright colored silk handkerchief in such a way that the , handkerchief, when folded, may be placed in a sleeve or a breast pocket, where it draws up around the puff. The handkerchief serves to give that dash of color so well liked in the day's fashions.

Organdie Blouses.

An unexpected arrival in the blouse area this year is organdie. This very sheer fabric is used for many of the prettiest new blouses, and when pintucked and 'daintily trimmed, its affect is charming.