Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 109, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 May 1913 — Page 2

Molly McDonald A TALE Off THE FRONTIER

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SYNOPSIS. Major McDonald, commanding an army ■post near Fort Dodge, seeks a man to Intercept Ms daughter, Molly. who is headed for the post. An Indian outbreak Is threatened. “Brick” Hamlin, sergeant who has Just arrived with messages to McDonald, volunteers for the mission. Molly arrives at Fort Ripley two days ahead of schedule. She decides to push on to Fort Dodge by stage in eompany with “Sutler Bill” Moylan. Gonsales, a gambler, is also a passenger. Hamlin meets the stage with stories of ■depreciations committed by the Indians. The driver deserts the stage when Indl--a'us appear.. The Indians are twice repulsed. Hamlin and Molly escape in the darkness. Molly is wounded. Hamlin is much excited at finding a haversack marked C. 8. A. He explains to Moily that he was in the Confederate service and dismissed in disgrace under charges of cowardice. At the close of the war he enlisted in the regular service. He says the haversack was the property of one Capt LeFevre, who he suspects 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 to Fort Dodge after a summer of fighting Indians, and finds Molly there. Shots are heard in the night. Hamlin rushes out, sees what he believes is the figure of Molly hiding in the darkness and falls over the body of Lieutenant Gaskins, who accuses Hamlin of shooting Mm. The sergeant is proven innocent He sees Molly in company with Mrs. Dupont, whom he recognizes as a former sweetheart, who threw him over, for Le Fevre.

CHAPTER XV.—Continued. Hamlin stood a moment silent, half Inclined to ask another question, but crushing back the inclination. Then he walked down the hall to the quarters assigned “M” troop, and across to his bed in the far corner. There were only a few of the men present, most of whom were busily engaged at a game of cards, and he sat down where he could gaze out the window and think. Here was a new complication, a fresh puzzle to be unraveled. He had never expected this woman to come into his life again; she had become a blurred, unpleasant memory, a bit of his past which he had supposed was blotted out forever. Mrs. Dupont —then she had not married Le Fevre after all! He dully wondered why, yet was not altogether surprised. Even as he turned this fact over and over in his mind, speculating upon it, he became aware of a man leaving the rear door of McDonald’s quarters, and advancing back of officers’ row towards the barracks. As the fellow drew near, Hamlin recognized the soldier who had been driving the carriage. A moment later the man entered the room, spoke to the group of card players, and then came straight across toward him. “Sergeant Hamlin?" “Yes.” “I was asked to hand you this note; there Is no answer.” Hamlin held it unopened until the fellow disappeared, hesitating between hope and dread. Which of the two women had ventured to write him? What could be the unexpected message? At last his eyes scanned the three short lines: “You recognised me, and we must understand each other. At ten tonight ask the Clerk of the Occidental. —V."

CHAPTER XVI. - The Meeting. Hamlin’s first impulse was to ignore the note, trusting his position In the ranks would be sufficient barrier to prevent any chance meeting, and believing his stay at that garrison would be only a brief one. Sheridan was evidently preparing for an early offensive campaign, and it was rumored on all sides that the Seventh Cavalry had been selected for active field service. Indeed, the urgent orders for the consolidation of the regiment from scattered posts must mean this. Any day might bring orders, and he could easily avoid this Mrs. Dupont until then. Except for a Taint curiosity, the Sergeant felt no inclination to meet the woman. Whatever influence she might have once exercised, over him had been thoroughly overcome by years and absence. Even the unexpected sight of her again—seemingly as beautiful as ever—had failed to awaken the spell of the past. It was almost with a thrill of delight that Hamlin realized this—that he was In truth utterly free of her influence. There had been times when he had anticipated such a possible meeting with dread; when he had doubted his own heart, the strength of his will to resist. But now be knew he stood absolutely independent and could laugh at her wiles. She who had once been all—trusted, loved, worshipped with all the mad fervor of youth—had become only a dead memory, between

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them stretched a chasm never to be bridged. . What could the woman possibly want of him? To explain the past? To Justify herself? He knew enough already, and desired to know no more. Could she hope—natural coquette that she was—to regain her hold, upon him ? The man smiled grimly, confident of his own strength. Yet why should she care, for such a conquest, the winning of a common soldier? There must be some better reason, some more subtle purpose. Could it be that she feared him, that she was afraid that he might speak to her injury? This was by far the most likely supposition. Molly McDonald —the woman was aware of their acquaintance, and was already alarmed at its possible result. Hamlin stood up resolved. He would meet the woman, not from any desire of his own, but to learn her purpose, and protect the girl. The meeting could not Injure him, not even bring a swifter beating of the heart, but might give him opportunity to serve the other. And Le Fevre—surely she could tell him something of Le Fevre. Leave was easily obtained, and the Sergeant, rejoicing in a freshly issued uniform, dressed with all the care possible, his interest reviving at this new point of view. It was not far down the bluff road to the squalid little village which had naturally developed in close proximity, to the fort—near enough for protection, yet far enough removed to be lawless —a rough frontier outpost town, of shacks and tents, most of these dispensing vile liquors. Among these, more enterprising spirits—hopeful of future development—had erected larger buildings, usually barn-lfke, with false fronts facing the single main street, filled with miscellaneous stocks of goods or used for purposesnotso jegitimate. One of these housed the “Poodle Dog” saloon, with gambling rooms above, while a few doors below was a great dance hall, easily converted into a theater if occasion arose—a grotesque, one-storied monstrosity. Below these was the stage office, built against the three-storied wooden hotel, which boasted of a wide porch on two sides, and was a picture of ugliness. By-daylight all was squalor and dirt, dingy tents flapping in the ceaseless wind, unpainted shacks, wooden houses with boards warping under the hot sun, the single street deep in yellow dust, the surrounding prairie littered with tin cans, and all manner of debris. But with the coming of night much of this roughness departed. Soldiers from the garrison on pass, idle plainsmen, bull-whackers, adventurers of all kinds stranded here because of Indian activity, stray cowboys from the nearby valleys, thronged the numerous dives, seeking excitement Women, gaudy of dress, shrill of voice, flitted from door to door through the jostling crowds. Lamps blazed over the motley assembly, loud-voiced barkers yelled, and a band added its discords to the din. The “Poodle Dog” glared in light resounded with noise; lamps gleamed from the hotel windows, and the huge dance hall stood wide open. Out from the shacks and tents crept the day’s sleepers for a night of revelry; along the trails rode others eager for excitement; it was the harvest-time of those birds of prey in saloon and gambling hell. Hamlin saw all this, but gave the surroundings little thought. He was of the West, of the frontier, and beheld nothing unique in the scene. Moreover, the purpose for which he was there overshadowed all else, left him indifferent to the noise, the jostling, drunken crowd. Some he met who knew him and called his name, but he passed them in a word, and pressed his way forward. At the hotel he mounted the steps and entered. The office was in one corner of the bar-room. The proprietor himself, a bald-headed Irishman, sat with feet cocked Up on the counter, smoking, and barely glancing up as the Sergeant asked for Mrs. Dupont. “Who are yer?" he asked. “My name is Hamlin; I am here on the lady's invitation.” “Sure; thet’s ther name all right, me bhoy. Yer ter go out on the east porch there, an’ wait a bit wholle I slud her worrd yer here. Oi’m imaginin’ she hed sum doubts about yer cornin’, the way she spoke.” “How do I get there?” “Through the winder of the parlur over thar —sure, it’s a nolce quiet spot

But a step, and we are at the Coliseum, pressed in between the Celian and Palatine hills, -the Arch of Constantine and the Temple of Venus. As we eqter, the moon has ijsen, giving a weird appearance to the scene, as we see its shadows flit, dissolve and lose themselves amid the arches of this mighty ruin. Amid broken arch and column and vaulted corridor, terrace rises upon terrace till the blood curdles and the hair stands on end. Memory is busy and hurries us back to when Christian

fer a tate-a-tate.*. He got up, and peered through his glasses across the room. “Here. Moike; damn thet slapy head. Will one o* yer gents wake the lad—that’s IL Now come here, Moike. You run over to the Palace an’ tell Mrs. Dupont the feller ife here waitin'. Hold on now, not so fast; wait till Oi’m done tellin’ yer. Say thet to her alone —do yer rhoind thet, ye pap-head; nobody else is to hear Whut yer say; stay there till yer git a chance ter whisper it to her. Now skip/’ - Hamlin hesitated, watching the boy disappear. “At the Palace—the dance hall across the street?” he asked incredulously. “Sure,” indifferently, relighting his pipe. “Officers’ ball; couldn’t break in with a can-opener unless you had a invite. Guards at both ends, sergeant taking tickets, an’ Third Regiment Band makin’ music. Hell of a swell affair; got guests from Leavenworth, Wallace, and all around. Every room I got is full an’ runin’ over—say, there are fellars over thar in them fool swal-ler-tail coats; damned if there ain’t. If the b’ys ever git sight of ’em on the street there’ll be a hot time. Say, ain* that the limit? Injuns out thar thick as fleas on a dog, an* them swells dancin’ here in swaller-tails like this yere was Boston.” He was still talking when Hamlin crossed the narrow hall and entered the dimly-lighted, unoccupied parlor. The side window was open, a slight breeze rustled the heavy curtain, and the Sergeant stepped outside on to the dark porch. There was a bench close to the rail and he sat down to wait. A gleam of light from the Palace fell across the western end, but the remainder of jthe porch lay in shadow, although he could look up the street, and see the people jostling back and forth in front of the Poodle Dog. The sound of mingled voices was continuous, occasionally punctuated by laughter, or an unrestrained outburst of profanity. Once shots echoed from out the din, but created no apparent excitement, and a little later a dozen horsemen spurred recklessly through the street, scattering the crowd, their revolvers sputtering. Some altercation arose opposite and a voice called loudly for the guard, but the trouble soon ceased with the clump of hoofs, dying away in the distance, the regimental band noisily blaring out a waltz. Hamlin, immersed in his own thoughts, scarcely observed the ‘turmoil, but leaned, arms on railing, gazing out into the darkness. Something mysterious from out the past had gripped him; he was wondering how he should greet her when she came; speculating on her pur pose in sending for him. It seemed as though he waited a long time before the curtain at the window was thrust aside and the lady emerged, the slight rustling of her dress apprising him of her presence. The curtain still held slightly back by her hand permitted the light from

“My Name Is Hamlin; I Am Here on the Lady’s Invitation. within to reflect over her figure, revealing, in softened outline the beauty of her features, the flossy brightness of her hair. She was in evening dress, a light shawl draping her shoulders. An instant she paused in uncertainty, striving to distinguish his face; then stepped impulsively forward, and held out her hands. “I have kept you waiting, but you must forgive that, as I came as soon as I could manufacture an excuse. Won’t you even shake hands with me?” ”Is it necessary?” he asked, almost wearily. "You have come to me for some purpose surely, but it can hardly be friendship.” ( “Why should you say that?" reproachfully. “I have deserted a rather brilliant party to meet you here." “That, perhaps, is why I say it, Mrs. Dupont If my memory serves, you would not be inclined to leave suet friends as you have yonder to rendezvous with a common soldier, unless you had some special object in view. If you will inform -me what it is, we can very quickly terminate the interview.” She laughed, a little touch of nervousness in the voice, but drew her skirts aside, and sat down on the bench.

martyr and gentle maid stood within the vast arena to die for Christ The emperor is there; the nobility of Rome is there; tier upon tier is densely packed; the wild beasts paw their cages, impatient for the feast; one hundred thousand Voices shout "The Christians to the lions I” A spring, a growl, a quiver and another hero has gone to God. Every brick, and stone, and grain of sand in this mighty ruin has been sanctified by the blood shed there. Here a Felicitas and Perpetua, a Cyriacus and Pancras

’*Do you think you can deceive me by such play-acting?” she asked eagerly. “You are no man ot wood. Tell me, Is there nothing you care to ask me, after—after all thjese years?" Hamlin lifted his eyes and l&okedat her, stirred Into sudden interest by the almost caressing sound of the soft voice. "Yes,” he said slowly, “there are some things I should like to know, If I thought you would answer frankly.” “Try me and see." "Then- why ai e you Mrs. Dupont, instead of Mrs. Le Fe.vre?” “Then my..guess is true, and you are not so devoid of curiosity,” she laughed. “My answer? Why, it is simplicity itself —because I was never Mrs. Le Fevre, but am rightfully Mrs. Dupont.” “Do you mean you were never married to Le Fevre?” “What else could I mean?” “Then he lied-” She shrugged her white shoulders. "That would not surprise me in the least. ’Twas a characteristic of the man you had ample reason to know. How came you to believe so easily?” “Believe? What else could I believe? Everything served to substantiate his boast. I was in disgrace, practically drummed out of camp. There was nothing left for me to live for, or strive for. I was practically dead. Then your letter confessing came—” “Wait,” she interrupted, "that letter was untrue, false; it was penned under compulsion. * I wrote you agfin, later, but you had gone, disappeared utterly. I wanted to explain, but your own people even did not know where you were—do not know yet.” He leaned his body against the rail, and looked at her in the dim light. Her face retained much of its girlish attractiveness, yet its undoubted charms no longer held the man captive. He smiled coldly. "The explanation comes somewhat late,” he replied deliberately. “When it might have served me it was not offered —indeed, you had conveniently disappeared. But lam not here to criticise; that is all over with, practically forgotten. I came at your request, and presume you had a reason. May I again ask what it was?"

CHAPTER XVII. At Cross-Purposes. She sat for a moment silent, gazing up the street, but breathing heavily. This was not the reception she had anticipated, and it was difficult to determine swiftly what course she had best pursue. Realizing the hold she had once had upon this man, it hadnever occurred to her mind that her influence had altogether departed. Her beauty had never failed before to win such victory, and she had trusted now in reviving the old smouldering passion into sudden flame. Yet already she comprehended the utter uselessness of such an expectation—there was no smouldering passion to be fanned; his indifference was not assumed. The discovery angered her, but long experience had brought control; it required only a moment to readjust her faculties, to keep the bitterness out of her voice. When she again faced him it was to speak quietly, with convincing earnestness. “Yes, I realize it is too late for explanations,” she acknowle'dged, "so I will attempt none. I wished you to know, however, that I did not desert you for that man.. This was my principal purpose in sending for you.” “Do you know where he is?" She hesitated ever so slightly, yet he, watching her closely, noted it. "No; at the close of the war he came home, commanding the regiment which should have been yours. Within three months he had converted all the family property into cash and departed. There was a rumor that he was engaged in the cattle business." "You actually expect me to believe all this —that you knew nothing of his plans—were not, indeed, a part of them?” “I am indifferent as to what you believe,” she replied coldly. “But you are ungentlemanly to express yourself so freely. Why should you say that?" (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Fire Without Flame.

An English engineer named Bode has invented a way to have fire without flame. His apparatus consists of a porous plate or mass of fire-resist-ing fragments, within which be mixes inflammable gas and air in the right proportions. When the gas is first turned on and lighted it burns with a flame at the surface of the plate. When the air is turned on the flame disappears, but the heat increases. A temperature of 3,200 degrees is claimed. Just what use of this invention can be made is yet a question.

Wedding Ring Worn by Men.

Customs slip in and almost before we are aware of them they are there —the wearing of the wedding ring by men, for instance. Twenty years ago this was almost unknown In England, but now it is quite an ordinary thing. It has its advantages for men, as for women; it is a sign, as it were, of ownership, of not being on the market

died; here Rome brutalized herself, and within these walls strove to crush out truth. Here Pagan Rome fell and Christian Rome rose. The blood of the mar tyre was the seed of the church.

Plants That Resemble Stones.

Tn South Africa there is found a plant of the genus Mesemgryanthe mum, growing on stony ground which so closely resembles a pebble that it is invariably* takes by the strange for a stone.

Machu Picchu the Lost City

BACK from the fabled pre-Incan city of Machu Picchu, sunken on the edge of a 2,000 foot Pe-' ruvlan canyon, came four members of the scientific expedition sent out under the joint aUB_ pices of Yale university and the National Geographical society to develop the discoveries made by Prof. Hiram Bingham, head archaeologist at Yale, and his expedition of a year ago. The scientist arrived on the liner Santa Marla from Colon. At the time of his discovery of the fairy city, with its edifices of chiseled marble and skeletons of prehistoric periods, Professor Bingham had little time to uncover more of the ruins. This year’s expedition spent four and onehalf months on the grounds and made a complete investigation of the most Important archoeological point on the South American continent. Endure Great Hardships. Those returning were Professor Bingham, Prof. Herbert E. Gregory, head of the department of geology at Yale; Dr. George F. Eaton of the Peabody institute, and Prof. Osgood Hardy. All of them reported tremendous hardships, including the determined opposition of the Peruvian government to their research, a plague of smallpox and typhus fever, and the desertion of their Indian guides. In spite of these obstacles, however, the trip was eminently satisfactory. Professor Bingham brought back fifty human skulls of a pre-Incan period and many skeletons, as well as thirty ->ases Of wonderfully wrought bronze tablets and pieces of pottery. Doctor Eaten collected fifty cases of bones, which are to be sent on later. Doctor Eaton was ill in camp with malaria for a long time, and Professor Gregory was also incapltated for several weeks. Professor Bingham nearly lost his life on one occasion, when his mules stampeded and his Indian guides forsook him. “J was exploring the heights of Palcol in southern Peru, 1,600 feet above the sea level,” Professor Bingham said, “when my mules refused to advance farther on account of the deep snow. Shortly afterward they stampeded down the mountain, but I decided to push on.with my six Indian guides. I found, however, that my hardships had just begun. When I woke up in the morning my guides had fled, and .1 was left alone in a spot where no white man had ever before set foot. 'T struck out in the direction I. thought would most likely bring me to an Inhabited section, and after wandering for some time saw an Indian lad dodging about among the crags. When I called to him he fled like the wind. I continued my wanderings and was getting fearful that I would find no other inhabitants, when I came across a native who volunteered to pilot me back to my starting point. Eight Glaciers In Sight. “On my way down I saw the most wonderful sight that it has ever been my lot to witness —eight glaciers rising to a height of 2,000 feet in the air, their pure white sides sparkling like beds of crystal. Finally I was able to rejoin my party." When the party reached Peru it was learned that the government had changed hands. President Lefuia, an old friend of Professor Bingham, having been succeeded by President Billinghurst, a descendant of an oldtime British settler. President Billinghurst blocked all the efforts of the expedition for seven weeks, and it was only after powerful pressure had been brought to bear by the Ameri can consul and other persons of influence that the explorers were allowed to remove their baggage. "Even then," said Professor Bingham, "our explorations were limited by an insulting decree, which was printed in heavy type in all the newspapers, stating that we could not do even exploration work after Dec. 1, and that we were not to mutilate and deface in the least any part of the city of Machu Picchu. All officers were ordered to see that this mandate was obeyed to the letter.” Among the fossils found by the explorers were the bones of mastodons

NATIVE PERUVIAN ALCALDES

and those the the ancient equus, the forerunner of the horse. The explorers were vaccinated against the ravages of the smallpox and typhus fever, which were at that time wiping out many small villages in the Interior. The Peruvian government was making no efforts to check the sweep of the plague, according to the members of the expedition. Professor Bingham brought back with him John F. Legula, the thirteen-year-old son of the former president. “He Is a remarkably bright lad," Professor Bingham said. "On the trip up he gained a working knowledge of English. He will go to school In an institution in Virginia."

TELEPHONE POLES OF GLASS

Wood, or Even Concrete, Likely to Give Place to New Idea Devised In Brain of German. Near Frankfort, in Germany, there is a manufacturing plant which turns but glass poles for telejffidhe telegraph wires. In order to give them solidity and strength there is a thick framework of woven wire in the glass. These poles are taking the place of the woden ones in many sections of Germany. It may be that In time all such telegraph and telephone poles throughout the world will be made of glass because there are so many advantages in them. In the first place they will last practically for all time, except in cases of unusual accident, where they may be broken, as in railroad wrecks. They will last even longer than iron or steel, as weather has practically no effect upon them, nor can insects get into them and destroy them. -And in those days when wood is becoming more, and more valuable, it will be quite a saving of the precious wood to make such things of glass. Experiments are also under way for the manufacture of railroad ties of glass, in which wire netting is imbedded in the glass. Paving blocks are made of glass and have proved to be a most valuable material for street surfaces, being fitted together in such a manner as to be water-tight, no water running down between the blocks. There are/ in Lyons, France, a number of streets paved with glass, and they have a better resistance than stone, and also are not such great conductors of heat as stone. These glass paving blocks are now said to be actually cheaper than the granite blocks.

Top of the Sea.

There are many pleasant pursuits open to the sea fisherman besides fishing. “In Sea-Fishing,” Mr. C. O. MlnchIn tells of the interest of the plankton, or floating life of the ocean. The upper waters contain eggs of fishes; crustaceans in their larval stages, and hosts of various things too numerous to catalogue, many of which are of great beauty both of form and color. It requires no hard labor and no costly apparatus to collect, for a tow' net is easily made and as easily worked. A ring of stouts brass or painted iron wire about a foot tn diameter is fitted to the mouth of a bag of fine muslin some two feet long. This is suspended evenly by three or four cords of equal length to an ordinary hand-line, and towed behind a boat moving not faster than a mile an hour, or lowered from the end of a pier when the tide is flowing. '■ At intervals the net can be taken up, and the contents washed, out into • a large pickle bottle of clear sea water. Then they can be picked oqt, one by one, with a glas tube, or pipette, and transferred to a small vial of spirits for preservation and examination at leisure. None of them will live out of the sea. Many can be well examined with a strong hand magnifying glass, but others, such as the fish eggs, require the powers of a microscope.—Youth's Companion.

Cynical.

“Talking about the companionship of marriage— ’’ "Year “Isn’t It odd that two are company until they are made oncF*