Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 93, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 April 1913 — Page 2

MOLLY MCDONALD A LALE OF THE ERONIIER

. SYNOPSIS. Major McDonald, commanding an army •oat near Fort Dodge, seeks a man to Intercept Ur daughter, Molly, who is headed for the post. An Indian outbreak Is threatened. "Brick" Hamlin, a sergeant, who had just arrived with messages to McDonald, volunteers for the mission and starts alone. Molly arrives at Fort Ripley two days ahead of schedJUa. She decides to push on to Fort Dodge by stage In company with-. “Sutler BIU ,T Moylan. Gonzales, a gambler, is also a passenger. Hamlin meets the stage With stories of depredations committed by the Indiana It is decided to return to Ripley. The driver deserts the stage When Indians appear. The Indians are twice repulsed in attack on the stage by Hamlin, Moylan and- Gonzales. The latter CHAPTER Vl.—Continued. Then It came to him in a sudden flash of Intelligence—he was alone; alone except for the girl. They were out there yet, skulking In the night, planning revenge, those savage foemen—Arapahoes, Cheyennes, Ogallas. They had been beaten back, defeated, smitten with death, but they were Indians stilt They would come back for ths bodies of their slain, and thep—what? They could not know who were living, who dead, in the coach; yet must have discovered long since (hat It had only contained three defenders. They would guess that ammunition would be limited. His knowledge of the fighting tactics of the Plains tribes gave clear vision of what would probably occur. They would wait, scattered out In a wide circle from bluff to bluff, lying snake-like In the grass. Some of the bolder might creep In to drag away the bodies of dead warriors, risking a chance shot, but there would be no open attack in the dark. That would be averse to all Indian strategy, all precedent Even now the mournful walling had ceased; Roman Nose had rallied his warriors, Instilled Into them his own unconquerable savagery, and set them on watch. With the first gray dawn they would come again, leaping to the coach's wheels, yelling, triumphant, mad with new ferocity—and he was alone, except for the girl. And where was she? He felt for her on the floor, but only touched the Mexican's feet He had to lean across the seat where Moylan’s body lay, shrouded In darkness, before his groping fingers came In contact with the skirt of her dress. She was on the front seat, close to the window; against the lightness of the outer sky, her head seemed lying upon the wooden frame. She did not move, he could not even tell that she breathed, and for an Instant his dry lips failed him utterly, his blood seemed to stop. Good Godt Had she been killed also? How, in Heaven's name, did she ever get there? Then suddenly she lifted her head slightly, brushing back her hair with one arm; the faint starlight gleamed on a steel barrel. The Sergeant expelled his breath swiftly, wetting his 4ry lips. “Are you hurt?” he questioned anxiously. "Lord but you gave me a scare!" She seemed to hear his voice, yet scarcely to understand, like one aroused suddenly from sleep. “What! you spoke—then—then—there are others? I—l am not here all alone?" "Not If you count me," he said, a trace of recklessness in the answer. *1 haven’t even a scratch so far as I know. Did they touch you?” "No; that is, I am not quite sure; It—it was all so horrible I cannot remember. Who are you? Are you the —the soldier?" "Yes—l’m Hamlin. Would you mind telling me bow you ever got over therer She straightened np, seemed to notice the heavy revolver In her fingers, and let It fall to the floor. "Oh. it Is like a dream—an awful dream. I couldn’t help myself. When the Mexican rolled off on to the floor, I knew he was dead, and—and there was his revolver held right out to me la his hand. Before I realized I had It, and was up here—l—l killed one—he—he fell la the wheel; I —l can never forget that!" "Don’t try," broke In Hamlin earneetly. "You’re all right,” he added, admiration In his voice. "And so It was you there with the small gun. 1 heard It bark, but never knew Gonsales was bit When did It happen?" "When —when they fired first It— It was all smoke out there when I got t« the window; they—they looked like —like wild beasts, and It didn’t seem to me I was myself at all.” The man laughed lightly. "You did the right thing, that's all,”

GREAT MEN OF PRESENT DAY

Kngflsh Writer Accords Honors to Those Hs Dssrns Have Mads Their Names Worthy of Mention. "Doubtless," writes Clement Shortor, in the Strand, "there are many great men living today—men with prospective greatness—but only time can decide, la my Judgment, there Is ao man In the world today who Is great In any walk of life In so striking a way that his contemporaries can

By RANDALL PARRISH

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he consoled, anxious to control her excitement. “Now you and I must decide what to do next—we are all alone." “Alonel Has Mr. Moylan been hit also?’’ “Yes," he answered, feeling it was better-to teH-herr-frankly-.- “He was 'shot, hnd is beyend our help. But come,” and he reached over and took her hand, "you must not give up now." She offered no resistance, but Bat motionless, her face turned away. Yet she knew she trembled from head to foot, the reaction mastering her. A red tongue of flame seemed to slit the outside blackness; there was a single sharp report, echoing back from the bluff, but no sound of the striking bullet Jußt an Instant he caught a glimpse of her face, as she drew back, startled. “Oh, they are coming again! What shall wg do?” he Insisted, still retaining her hand, confident in his judgment “Those fellows will not attempt to rush us again tonight You must keep cool, for we Bhall need all our wits to get awav. An Indian never risks a night assault, unless It is a surprise. He wants to see what he is up against Those bucks have got all they want of this outfit; they have no reason to suppose any of us were hit They-ore as much afraid as we are, but when It gets daylight, ani they can see the shape we’re In, then they'll come yelling.” "But they can lie out there In the dark and shoot," she protested. “That shot was aimed at us, wasn’t It?" "I reckon it was, but It never got here. Don’t let that worry you; if an Indian ever hits anything with a gun it’s going to be by pure accident." He stared out of the window. "They’re liable to bang away occasionally, and I suppose It is up to us to make some response just to tell them we’re awake and ready. But they ain’t firing expecting to do damage—only to attract attention while they haul off their dead. There’s a red snake yon-der-now-creeping along in the grass—see!” “No," hysterically, "It Is Just black to me." "You haven’t got the plainsman’s eyes yet Watch, now; I’m going to stir the fellow up.” He leaned forward, the stock of the Henry held to his shoulder, and she clutched the window-casing. An Instant the muzzle of the rifle wavered slightly, then steadied Into position. “Have to guess the distance," he muttered In explanation, and pulled the trigger. -, There was a light flash, *a sharp ringing report, a yell in the distance, followed by the sound of scrambling.

"Have to Guess the Distance," He Muttered in Expianation.

Hamlin laughed, aa hs lowered his gun. "Made him hump, anyway," he commented cheerfully. "Now what comes next?" “I—l do not know," she answered, as though the question had been asked her, "do you?" ' Somehow she was not as frightened as she had been. The calm steady coolness of the man was having its natural effect, was helping to oontrol her own nerves. She felt his strength, his confidence, and was beginning to lean upon him —he seemed to know exactly what he was about "Well, no, honestly I don’t; not yet," he returned, hesitating slightly.

unhesitatingly proclaim him great History has proclaimed the elder Pitt a great man, but not so certainly his son. It has assigned this epithet to Palmerston or Peel, and It is too early yet to decide whether It wiH concede it to Gladstone or Disraeli. The great man Is surely he who ,by force of c ntus, has Impressed himself upon his age in some permanent fora. Whether the achievements of Mr. Roosevelt or of Emperor William are of this character had better be decided a century hence. Am jam ask

"There Is no use denying we are in/a mighty bad hole. If Moylan hadn’t got shot we might have held out till help arrived; I’ve got about twenty cartridges left; but you and I alone, never could do it I’ve got to think it out I reckon; this has been a blind fight so far; nothing to it but blazing away as fast as I could pull trigger. Now, maybe, 1 can use my brains a bit” . She could not see him, but some Instinct led her to put out her hand and touch the rough sleeve of his shirt It made her. sure of his presence, his protection. The man felt the movement, and understood its meaning, his heart throbbing strangely. “You are going to trust me?” “Of—of course; how could you doubt that?” “Well,” still half questioning, “you see I’m dnly an enlisted man, and sometimes officers’ ladies think we are mostly pretty poor stuff, just food for powder.” She tightened her grip on * his sleeve,-drawing a quick breath of surprise. “Oh, but I am not like that; truly lam not. I—saw your face this afternoon, and—and I liked you then. I will do whatever you say.” _ “Thank you,” he said simply., "To know that makes everything so much easier for me. We shall have to work together from now on. You keep sharp watch at the window there, while I think a bit—there’s ordinarily a chance somewhere, you know, if one is only bright enough to uncover it." How still the night was, and dark; athough the sky was cloudless, the stars shone clearly away up in the. black vault. Not even the howl of a distant coyote broke the silence. To the left, seemingly a full half-mile distant, was the red flicker of a fire, barely visible behind a projection of bank. But in front hot even the keen eyes of the Sergeant could distinguish any sign of movement. Apparently the Indians had abandoned their attempt to recover the bodies of their dead.

CHAPTER VII. Plans for Escape. Desperate as he certainly felt their situation to be, for a moment or two Hamlin was unable to cast aside the influence of the girl, or concentrate his thoughts on some plan for escape. It may have been the gentle pressure of her hand upon his sleeve, but her voice continued to ring in his ears. He had never been a woman’s man, nor was he specially interested in this woman beside blm. He had seen her fairly, with his first appreciative glance, when he had climbed into the stage on the preceding day. He had realized there fully the charm of her face, the dark roguish eyes, the clear skin, the wealth of dark hair. Yet all this was impersonal; however pretty she might be, the fact was nothing to him and never could be. Knowing who she was, he comprehended Instantly the social gulf stretching unbrldged between them. An educated man himself, with family connections he had long ago ceased to discuss, he realized his present position more keenly than be otherwise might He had enlisted in the army with no misunderstanding as to what a private’s uniform meant He had never heretofore supposed he regretted any loss in this respect his nature apparently satisfied with the excitement of active frontier service, yet he vaguely knew there had been times wh3h he longed for companionship with women of the class to which he had once belonged. Fortunately his border stations offered little temptation in this respect, and he had grown to believe that he had actually forgotten. That afternoon even—sweetly fair as Miss McDonald undoubtedly appeared—he hfid looked upon her without the throb of a pulse, as he might upon a picture. She was not for him even to admire—she was Major McDonald’s daughter, whorfi he had been sent to guard*. That was all then. .

Tet he knew that somehow It was different now—the personal element had entered unwelcomed, Into the equation. Sitting there in the dark, Gonzales’ body crumpled on the floor at his feet, and Moylan lying stiff and cold along the hack seat, with this girl grasping his sleeve in trust, she remained no longer merely the Major’s daughter—she had become self. And she did not seem to care and did not seem to realise that there were barriers of rank, which under other circumstances must so utterly separate them. She liked him, and frankly told him so, not as she would dismiss an Inferior with kindness, but as though he was an equal, as though he was a gentleman. Somehow the very tone of her voice, the clinging touch of her hand, sent the blood pumping through his veins. Something besides duty inspired him; he was no longer merely a soldier, but had suddenly become transformed into a man. Years of repression, of iron discipline, were blotted out/ and he became even as his birthright made him. "Molly McDonald," "Molly McDonald,” he whispered the name unconsciously to himself. Then his eyes caught the distant flicker of

me, however, to join in what can scarcely be a serious discussion, I suggest that we take the name of a living man from each country who has, by Invention or creation, stamped himself upon bis age. 1 therefore nominate the ten greatest men of the present day as follows: “Great Britain, Thomas Hardy; Great Britain, Lord Lister; United Sta js, Thomas A. Edison; Italy, Gugllelmo Marconi; Italy, Giacomo Puccini; France, Francois Coppee; Austria, Richard Strauss; Qsrmany,

Indian Ora, and hla teeth locked savagely. There waa something else to do b*> sides dream. Because the girt had spoken pleasantly was no reason why he should act the fool. Angry at himself, he gripped his faculties, and faced the situation, aroused. Intent He must save himself —and herl But how? What" plan promised any possibility of success? He had their surroundings in a* map before his eyes. His training had taught him to note and remember what others would as naturally neglect. He was a soldier of experience, a plainsman by long training, and even in the fierceness of the Indians’ attack on the stage his quick glance had completely visualized their surroundings. He had not appreciated this at the time, but now the topography of the immediate region was unrolled before him in detail; yard by yard It reappeared as though photographed. He saw the widely rutted trail, rounding the bluff at the right, a hundred yards away, curving sharply down the slope and then disappearing over the. low hill to the left, a slight stream trickling along its base. Below, the short buf-falo-grass, sunburned and brittle, ran to the sandy edge of the river, which flowed silently in a broad, shallow, yellow flood beneath the star gleam. Under the protection of that bank, but somewhat to 4he left, where a handful of stunted cottonwood trees had found

Something Besides Duty inspired Him; He Was No Longer Merely a Soldier.

precarious foothold in the sand, gleamed the solitary Indian lire. About its embers, no doubt, squatted the chiefs and older warriors, feasting and taking council, while the younger bucks lay, rifles in hand, along the night-enshrouded slope, their cruel, vengeful eyes seeking to distinguish the outlines of the coach against the black curtain of the bluff. This had proven thus far their salvation—that steep uplift of earth against which the stage had crashed in its mad dash —for its precipitant front had compelled the savages to attack from one direction only, a slight overhang, not unlike a roof, making it impossible even to shoot down from above. But this same sharp incline was not likewise a preventive of escape. Hamlin shook his head as he recalled to mind its steep ascent, without root or shrub to cling to. No, it would never do to attempt that; not with her. Perhaps alone he might scramble up somehow, but with her the feat would be impossible. He dismissed this as hopeless, his memory of their surroundings drifting from point to point aimlessly. He saw the whole barren vista as it last stood revealed under the glow of the sun—the desolate plateau above, stretching away into the dim north, the brown level of the plains, broken only by sharp fissures in the surface, treeless, extending for unnumbered leagues. To east and west the valley, now scarcely more green than those upper plains, bounded by Its verdureless bluffs, ran crookedly, following ths river course, its only sign of white dominion the rutted trail. Beyond the stream there extended miles of white sand-dunes, fantastically Bhapen by the wind, gradually changing into barren plains of alkali. Between crouched the vigilant Indian sentinels, alert and revengeful. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Another Enemy of the Fly.

The fly has an effective enemy other than the hand that wields the swatter. This is the parasitic fungus known as the Empusa muscae. This fungus Is a deadly enemy of the house fly, and it must destroy myriads of these pernicious insects, especially In the fall. The files may often be seen in a dead or dying condition on walls, ceilings and window panes, surrounded by a quantity of white powder—1. e., the spores of the fungus which have fallen from the Insect’s body. These spores are capable of infecting other flies which may come in contact with them. Whether the flies actually eat the spores, or merely get them attached to their bodies, apparently is not known.

Hermann Sudermann; Belgium, Maurice Maeterlinck; Russia, Bile Metcbnij».!. w

Terrible War.

Grocer (who has lately Joined the militia, practicing in shop)—“Right, left, right, left, four paces to the rear, march!** (Falls down trap door into the cellar.) Grocer's Wife (anxiously) "Oh, Jim. are you hurtT** Grocer (savagely. but with dignity)—'"Go ’way, womiyp. What do you know about war r— Every body’*

SIMPLE VISITING GOWN

ATTRACTIVE MODEL SURE TO BE AT GENERAL FAVORITE. \ Has Many Points Which Will Make It Popular—Little Coat of Alice Blue Adds to Artistic Effect of the Whole, f Any of the new colors shown in spring fabrics will look well made np like this attractive model for a simple visiting gown,. The skirt is made separate, but worn with a waist of lace, veiled with colored chiffon to match the gown. It has a panel front and back "With a crescent decoration finished with covered buttons. The little coat shows a collar and cuffs of brocaded satin' of the same color as the gown, which in this instance is Alice blue. The rose and melon shades and the very attractive olive greens and light brown of the season will develop equally well, made cm the same lines. Such a gown is very useful for by the addition of the right accessories (as white gloves, a corsage bouquet and picture hat) it becomes quite dressy enough for any sort of day function. Worn with a small hat and

street gloves it adapts itself to everyday use. Light weight clothes in the new cripe finish, or supple smooth faced cloths are properly chosen for this costume.

JULIA BOTTOMLEY.

Net Bows for Hair.

Wide or narrow bowß of net placed at the side or directly in the back are much used for evening coiffures. Often these are employed to fasten a wide band of gold passementerie worn like a filet or turban encircling the entire head, and tied low in the back by butterfly bowß made of six-inch-wide black tulle or black velvet ribbon. Wide bows of black velvet ribbon are also worn as theater caps, says Vogue. The bow, which is large enough to cover half the head, is laid flat upon the hair a little to one side of the front, and from the knot ornamented by a buckle of Jet shoots out a very stiff, black aigrette.

JABOT KEEPS ITS POPULARITY

New Styles Prettier Than Ever Before, and Are Bure to Be Very ' l . ...,, Much Worn- _:- V A visit to the counters where dainty neck fixings are sold reveals that Jabots and collars are lovlier than ever. Frills are no longer worn t on the coat; they have been supplanted by the Jabot and rabat collar. . A pretty jabot can be made of tulle or Brussels net cut in a strip twelve inches long by seven Inches wide. On this embroider a dainty design ytrith mercerized cotton. This can be more Successfully executed if a piece of stiff paper is basted under the tulle. Whipstitch an edging of Valenciennes lace to the edge of the strip and baste the pleats in place. Finally press with a heated iron and bind the top with a bias strip of lawn. If you do not embroider well, charming collars can be made of line allover embroideries. Many of the loveliest designs are colored to represent the old colonial needlework. Select a pattern which fits well and arrange the strip of embroidery around the edge. Carefully miter the corners, so that the design matches perfectly. There is great satisfaction in making one's own collars, for they usually fit well and arc of designs and materials to suit the personal taste. It is an easy task to fashion a rabat collar of handkerchief linen bordered with Irish lace. Cut the collar and. rabat from the linen, using a good pattern. Turn in a narrow hem and sfipstitch it neatly in place. To the outer edge of the collar and rabat whipstitch an edging of Irish lace an Inch and a hall or two inches in width.

IN LIGHT BLUE MATERIAL’

A spring gown of light blue matlasse with waist draped in the latest} eton effect. The skirt is heavily draped and open at the front to allow freedom in walking.

WEE GIRL’S SMART BONNET

Garlands of Tiny Flowers in Bright Colors Pretty Trimmings for Children’s Hats. ' A rosette made from stiff cords covered with bright red silk, marked in the middle by a flat bottom covered with pale blue, is the only trimming on a child’s hat of plain white straw. A little bonnet of soft white straw turns up from the face with a narrow brim faced with bright orange; and on the top of the crown is poßed a little bow of orange ribbon. Narrow ribbon edged with a line of parti-colored straw buttons decorates the crown of a third hat and garlands 6f tiny worsted flowers in bright colors a fourth. Another is content with a bouquet tearposed of one big rose and two green leaves embroidered in the same primitive stitch. Very smart is a child’s hat with a large round crown and narrow brim, that broadens suddenly id- front and: turns sharply up against the crown that is covered with soft silk striped in gay Bulgarian colors. The edge is adorned witl\ little stuffed balls formed by bits of the silk pulled and tied into place.

Plenty of Veiling Used.

Plenty of face veiling is necessary to make a smartly adjusted veil. Anything like a skimpy effect, with the back of the veil strained at the edges by a veil pin, is inimical to the distinguished and correct effect of the headgear. Wide veiling and plenty of It must be used with even a small hat, and after the top of the veil has been pinned to the hatbrim at front and back, the excess of material 1b drawn softly under the chin in folds and the loose edges at the back are caught down under the barette. The draped folds of veiling under the chin N are like a stock collar, rand with the throat thus covered, one may wear an opennecked bodice which would otherwise look very badly under the coat opening.

Other collars are fashioned of black moire silk with a rabat of pleated cream-colored shadow lace

For Milady.

Cold cream should never be allowed to reiqaln on the skin over night, says a beauty expert. It does no good and lots of injury. Wash the face with it before retiring by rubbing it gently in with a flannel or soft towel, and, then as carefully remove every trace] of it with a perfectly clean one, keeping up a gentle massage until there is no oiliness on the skin at all. Thiß mode of treatment will be found a certain aid, and there will be np damaging results afterward. So many people decry the use of soap on the face, which is all a gross mistake, providing a good, reliable quality la used. Soap, with hot water, effectually cleans the pores, but, of course, it must be thoroughly washed off hnd a brisk rubbing given to the skin’to promote oirculatlofi.

Shoulder Beams.

W the shoulder seams are always turned toward the front when sewing them—(that is, if they are not to be pressed open—lt will prevent the back from having the puckered look caused by the tight edge of the seams, the edge being narrower than the back.— Needlecraft."

Light Ratine.

Everywhere one sees a new material, ratlnette, being displayed; it comes in the daintiest colorings and with most alluring borders, either in contrasting colors or in the form of Diet designs. It is very much like the ratine, but it lighter in weight and often is wovsai more closely than the ratine.