Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 125, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 May 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. Sergeant “Brick" Hamlin meets the stage In which Molly ts traveling. They are attacked by Indians, and - Hamlin and MoHy escape tn tlte darkness. Hamlin tells Molly he was discharged from the Confederate service in disgrace and at the close of the war enlisted in the regular army. He suspects one Captain Le Fevre* of being responsible for his disgrace. Troops appear and under escort of Lieut. Gaskins-Molly starts to loin 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 but, 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 him. 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 LeFevre. Mrs. Dupont tells Hamlin Le Ferre forced her to send him a lying note. Hamlin declares he has been looking for LeFevre to force him to clear his record. Later he overhears Dupont and a soldier hatching up a money-making plot. Molly seeks an Interview with Hamlin. She says her father seems to be In the power of Mrs. Dupont, who claims to be a. daughter of McDonald's sister. Molly disappears and Hamlin sets out to trace her. McDonald Is ordered to Fort Ripley. Hamlin discovers that the man who left cn the stage under the name of McDonald was not the major. He finds McDonald's murdered body. -Hamlin takes Wasson, a guide, and two troopers and goes in pursuit of the murderers, who had robbed McDonald of $30,000 paymaster’s money. He suspects Dupont. CHAPTER XXlV—Continued. The day grew dark ana murky as they, moved steadily forward, the wind blew cold from out the northwest, the heavy canopy of cloud settled lower in a frosty fog, which gradually obscured the landscape. This mist became so thick that the men could scarcely see a hundred yards in any direction, and Hamlin placed a pocket compass on his saddle-pommel. The trail was less distinct as they traversed a wide streak of alkali, but what few signs remained convinced Wasson that the fugitives were still together, and riding southward. Under concealment of the fog his previous caution relaxed, and he led the way at a steady trot, only ’ occasionally drawing rein to make certain there was no division of the party ahead. The alkali powdered them from head to foot, clinging to the horses’ hides, reddening and blinding the eyes, poisoning the lipß dry and parched with thirst. The two troopers swore grimly, but the Sergeant and scout rode In silence, bent low over their pommels, eyes strained into tl}e mist ahead. It was not yet dark when they rode in between the first sanddunes, and Wasson, pulling his horse up short, checked the others with uplifted hand. ‘ “Thar’ll be a camp here soon,’’ he said, swinging down from the saddle, and studying the ground. “The wind has ’bout blotted It all out, but you kin see yere back o’ this ridge whar they Turned in, an’ they was walkin’ their horses. Gittin’ pretty tired, I reckon. We might as well stop yere too, Sergeant, an’ eat some cold grub. You two men spread her out, an’ rub down the hosses, while Hamlin an’ l poke about a bit Better find out all we kin, ‘Brick,’ ’fore it gits dark.” He started forward on the faint trail, hia rifle in the hollow of his arm, and the Sergeant ranged up beside him. The sand was to their ankles, and off the ridge summit the wind swirled the sharp grit into their faces. “What’s comin,’ Sam; a storm?” v “Bnow,” answered the scout shortly, “a blizzard of It, er I lose my guess ’Fore midnight yer won’t be able ter see yer hand afore yer face. I’ve been out yere In them things afore, an’ they’re sure hell. If we don’t git sight o’ thet outfit mighty Boon, 't ain’t likely we ever will. I’ve been expectin’ that wind to shift nor’east all day—then we’ll get it” He got down on his knees, endeavdrlng to decipher some faint marks on the sand. “Two of ’em dlsmoNftted yere, an Injun an’ a white —a big feller by his hoof prints—an’ they went on leadin’ their hosses. Gotn’ into camp, I reckon —sure, here’s the spot now. Well, I’ll be damned! ” Both men stood staring—under protection of a sand ridge was a little blackened space where some mesquite chips had been burned, and all about it freshly trampled sand, and slight impressions where men had outstretched themselves. Almost at Wasson’s feet fluttered a pink ribbon, and beyond the fire circle lay the body of a man, face np to the sky. It was Connors, a ghastly bullet hole between his eyes, one cheek caked black with blood. The Bergeant sprang across, and bent over the motionless form.

DEAF AND DUMB SWEETHEART

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By RANDALL PARRISH

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“Pockets turned inside out,” he said, glancing back. “The poor devil!” “Had quite a row here,” returned the scout. “That stain over thar is blood, an’ It never come from him, fer he died whar he fell. Most likely he shot furst, or ÜBed a knlf«. Tb« girl’s with ’em anyhow; I reckon this yere was her ribbon; that footprint is sure.” He stirred up the scattered ashes, and then passed over and looked at the dead man. “What do yer think, Sergeant?” “They stopped here to eat, maybe five hours ago,” pushing the ashes about with his toe. “The fire has been out that long. Then they got into a quarrel—Connors and Dupont—for he was shot with a Colt ‘4s;’ no Inidan ever did that. Then they Btruck out again with two led horses. 1 should say they were three or four hours ahead, traveling slow.” “Good enough," and Wasson patted his arm. “You’re a plainsman all right, ‘Brick:’ You kin sure read signs. Thet’s just ’bout the whole story, as I make It. Nuthln’ fer us to do but snatch a bite an’ go on. Our bosses Te fresher’n thelrA No sense our stoppln’ to - bury Connors; he ain’t worth it, an’ the birds’ll take care ’o him. The outfit was still a headin’ south—see!” There could be no doubt of this, as the shelter of the sand ridge had preserved a plain trail, although a few yards beyond, the sweeping wind had already almost obliterated every sign of passage. The four men ate heartily of their cold provender, discussing the Bituatioh in a few brief sentences. Wasson argued that Dupont was heading for some Indian winter encampment, thinking to shift responsibility for the crime upon the savages, thus permitting him to return once more to civilization, but Hamlin clung to his original theory of a hide-out upon Dupont’s old cattle-range, and that a purpose other than the mere robbery of McDonald was In view. All alike, however, were convinced that the fugitives were seeking the wild bluffs of the Canadian river for concealment. It was not yet dark when they again picked up the trail, rode around the dead body of Connors, and pushed forward into the maze of sand.. For an hour the ..advance was without incident, the scout in the lead not even dismounting, his keen eyes picking up the faint “Bign” unerringly. Then darkpess shut down, the lowering bank of clouds completely blotting the stars, although the white glisten of the sand under foot yielded a slight guidance. Up to this time there had been no deviation in direction, and now when the trail could be no longer distinguished, the little party decided on riding straight southward until they struck the Cimarron. An hour or two later the moon arose, hardly visible and yet brightening the cloud canopy, so that the riders could see each other and proceed more rapidly. Suddenly Wasson lifted his hand, and turned his face up to the sky. “Snow,” he announced soberly. “Thought I felt it ar*™ Miv wind’d changed.” Hamlin turned In the saddle, feeling already the sharp sting of snow pellets on his face. Before he could even answer the air was full of whiteness, a fierce gust of wind hurling the flying particles against them. In another Instant they were In the very heart of the storm, almost hurled forward by the force of the wind, and Minded by the icy deluge. The pelting of the hall startled the horses, and in spite of every effort of the riders, they drifted to the right, tails to the storm. The swift change was magical. The sharp particles of Icy snow seemed to swirl upon them from every direction, sucking their very breath, bewildering them, robbing them of all sense of direction. Within two minutes the men found it impossible to penetrate the wintry shroud except for a few feet ahead of them. The Sergeant knew what it meant, for he had had experience of these plains storms before. “Halt!” he cried, his voice barely audible In the blast. “Close up, men; come here to me—lively now! That you, WadeT Wasson; oh, all right, Sam. Here, pass that lariat back; now get a grip on it, every one of you and hold to It for your lives. Let me take the lead, Sam; we’ll have to run by compass. Now, then, are you ready ?’’ The lariat rope, tied to Hamlin’s pommel, straightened out and was grasped desperately by the gloved

but one difficulty, and that In a short time he surmounted. The thorn that lay In his bed of roses was a gas-jet, which, as he, of course, conversed with his adored one in the sign-lan-guage, It was always necessary to keep ablaze—a woeful embarrassing thing for lovers. “Finally they discovered that they could utilize their sense of touch in deciphering their sign-language. Buy holding' one another’s hands they found that they could carry on a conversation with tolerable facility, and

hands of the men behind. .The Sergeant, shading Ms eyes, half smothered in the blast, coaid see merely Illdefined shadows. “All caught?’’ The answers were inaubible. “For the Lord’s sake”, speak up; answer now—Wasson.” “Here." “Wade.” “Here.” "Carroll.” “Here." “Good; now come on ,after me.” He drove his horse forward, head bent low over the compass, one arm flung up across his mouth to prevent inhaling the icy air. He felt the tug of the line; heard the labored breathing of the next horse behind, but saw nothing except that wall of swirling snow pellets hurled against £lm by a pitiless wind, fairly lacerating the flesh. It was freezing cold; already he felt numb, exhausted, heavy-eyed. The air seemed to penetrate his clothing, and prick the skin as with a thousand needles. The thought came that If he remained in the saddle he would freeze stiff. Again he turned, and sent the voice of command down the struggling line: “Dismount; wind the rope around your pommels. Sam. How far is it to the Cimarron?" “More’n twenty miles.” “All right! We’ve got to make it, boys,” forcing a note of cheerfulness into his voice. “Hang on to the bit even if you drop. I may drift to the west, but that won’t lose us much. Come on, now.” “Hamlin, let me break trail.” “We’ll take it turn about, Sam. It’ll be worse In an hour than It is now. All ready, boys.” Blinded by the sleet, staggering to the fierce pummelling of the wind, yet clinglpg desperately to his horse’s bit, the Sergeant struggled forward in the swirl of the storm.

CHAPTER XXV. In the Blizzard. There was no cessation, no abatement. Across a thousand miles of plain the ice-laden wind swept down upon them with the relentless fury of a hurricane, driving the snow crystals into their faces, buffeting them mercilessly, numbing their bodies, and blinding their eyes. In that awful grip they looked upon Death, but struggled on, as real men must until they fall. Breathing was agony; every step became a torture; fingers grasping the horses’ bits grew stiff and deadened by frost; they reeled like drunken men, sightless in the mad swirly deafened by the pounding of 'the blast against their ears. All consciousness left them! only dumb Instinct kept them battling for life, staggering forward, foot by foot, odd phantasies of

“Close Up, Men; Come Here to Me.”

imagination beginning to beckon. In their weakness, delirium gripped their half-mad brains, yielding new strength to fight the snow fiend. Aching in every point, trembling from fatigue, they dare not rest an Instant The wind, veering more to the east, lashed their faces like a whip. They crouched behind the horses to keep out of the sting of it, crunching the snow, now in deep drifts, under their half-frozen feet. Wade, a young fellow not overly strong, fell twice. They placed him in the center, with Carroll bringing up the rear. Again he went down, face buried in the snow, crying like a babe. Desperately the others lashed him Into his saddle, binding a blanket about him, and went grimly staggering on, his limp figure rocking above them. Hour succeeded hour in ceaseless struggle; no one knew where they were, only the leader staggered on, his eyes upon the compass. Wasson and Hamlin took their turns tramping a trail, the snow often to their knees. They had stopped speaking, stopped thinking even. All their movements became automatic. Instinctive, the result of Iron discipline. They realized the only nope—attainment of the Cimarron bluffß. There was no shelter there In the open, to either man or horse; the sole choice left was to struggle on, or He down and die. The last was likely to be the end of It, but while a drop of bloOd ran red and

in about a week were adepts. Thus, deaf, dutab, and practically blind, they enjoyed all the pleasures of love. They have spread their discovery among their friends, and I believe the discovery has taken fast hold upo» deaf aal dumb lovers.”

Latest Fire Engine.

An Interesting new type of automobile fire engine for Parts has Just been decided upon by the municipal counciL The machine will be of specially light construction, and will carry

warm in their veins they would keep their feet and fight Carroll's horse stumbled and rolled, catching the numbed trooper under his weight The jerk on the lariat flung Wade out of the saddle, dangling head downward. With stiffened fingers, scarcely comprehending what they were about, the Sergeant and Wasson came to the rescue, helped the frightened horse struggle to his feet, and, totally blinded by the fury of the storm yrhich now beat fairly in their eyes, grasped the dangling body, Bwaylng back and forth as the startled animal plunged in terror. It was a corpse they gripped, already stiff with cold, the eyes wideopen and staring. Carroll, bruised and limping, came to their kelp, groaning with pain, and the three men together managed to lift the dead weight to the horse’s back, and to bind it safely with the turn of a rope. Then, breathless from exhaustion, crouching behind the animals, bunched helplessly together, the howl of the wind like -the-scream of lost sours, the three men looked into each other's faces. “I reckon Jim died without ever knowin’ it,” said the scout, breaking again the film of ice over his eyes, and thrashing his arms. "I allers heard tell it was an easy way o’ goln’. Looks to me he was better off than we are just now. Hurt much, Carroll?” "Crunched my leg mighty bad; can’t bear no weight on it ’Twas darn near froze stiff before; thet’s why I couldn’t get out o’ the way quick.” “Sure; well, ye’ll have ter ride, then. We’ll take the blanket off Jim; he won’t need It no more. ‘Brick’ an’ I kin hoof it yet awhile—hey, ‘Brick’?” Hamlin lifted his head from the shelter of his horse’s mane. “I reckon I can make my feet move,” he asserted doubtfully, “but they don't feel as though there was any life left in them.” He stamped on the snow. "How long do these blizzards generally last, Sam?” "Blow themselves out in about three days.” “Three days? Odd! We can never live it out here.” His eyes ranged over the dim outline of Wade stretched a'cross the saddle, powdered with snow, rested an Instant upon Carroll, who had sunk back upon the ground, nursing his injured limb, and then sought the face of Waßson. “What’the hell can we do?" "Go on; thet’s all of it; go on till we drop, lad. Come, ‘Brick,’ my boy,” and the scout gripped the Sergeant’s shoulder, "you’re not the kind to lie down. We’ve been in worse boxes than this and pulled out. It’s up to you and me to make good. Let’s crunch some hard-tack and go on, afore the whole three of us freeze stiff." The Sergeant thrust out his hand. “That isn’t what’s taken the nerve out of me, Sam,” he said soberly. “It’s thinking of the girl out in all this with those devils.” “Likely as not she ain’t,” returned the other, tramping the snow under his feet. ’'l’ve been thinkin’.’bout thet too. Thet outfit must hev had six hSurs the start o’ us, didn’t they?" Hamlin nodded. “Well, then, they couldn’t a ben far from the Cimarron when the storm come. They’d be safe enough under the bluffs; have wood fer a fire, and lay thar mighty comfortable. That’B whar them bucks are, all right. Why, damn it, -man. we’ve got to get through. ’Tain’t Just our fool lives that’s at stake. Brace up! ” "How far have we come?" , "A good ten miles, an’ the compass has kep’ us straight." They drew in closer together, and munched a hard cracker apiece, occasionally exchanging a muttered word or two, thrashing their limbs to keep up circulation, and dampening their lips with snow. They were but dim, spectral shapes in the darkness, the air filled with crystal pellets, swept about by a merciless wind, the horses standing tails to the storm and heads drooping. In spite of the light refraction of the snow the eyes could scarcely see two yards away through the smother. Above, about, the ceaseless- wind howled, its icy breath chillihg to the -bone. Carroll clambered stiffly into his saddle, crying and swearing from weakness and pain. The others, stumbling about in the deep snow, which had drifted around them during the brief halt, stripped the blanket from Wade’s dead body, and tucked it in about Carroll as best they could. "Now keep kicking and thrashing about, George,’' ordered the Sergeanl sternly. "For God’s sake, don’t go to sleep, or you’ll be where Jim is. We’ll haul you out of this, old Sam, you take the rear, and hit Car roll a whack every few minutes; 11l break trail. Forward! now.” ITO BE CONTINUED.)

Delicacy on the Bench.

When a desertion summons came before Mr. Symmons at Woolwich police court It was stated the husband was at present undergoing four teen days’ imprisonment for an offense. Mr. Symmons. turning to th« wife, observed: *1 am afraid we must adjourn this, as your husband has other engagements which prevent his being here today.”

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DESIRABLE TEA TABLE

HOW CLEVER QIRL EVOLVED PRETTY ADORNMENT. Bmall Initial Cost and the Expenditure* of Comparatively Bmall Tims Brought Its Reward In Something Worth Having. A novel and most economical way* to make a pretty tea party was discovered by a girljrho is very,clever with her wits and her fingers. She first purchased for 40 cents a large oval picture frame from a second-hand store, securing a very good bit of natural old woodwork. Then with a bottle of stain, some sandpaper and a little varnish she polished up the wood to look like new, then screwed on two brass handles, one at each end, afterward cutting a size as the glass, and pasting it smoothly where the picture would ordinarily go. Covering it with the boards, that belong to the frame; tacked securely into place, the entire back then being covered with a piece of felt, she found herself possessed of a most fetching tea tray, which in the shops would coßt from $5 to SB. If afternoon tea sets continue to get more attractive, the services which were considered lovely a few years ago will be relegated to the nethermost corners of china closets. All in palest green porcelain is a very dainty set comprising a teapot, sugar basin, cream pitcher and a halfdozen cupß and saucers. It sets upon a square tray of green willow. Quite as dainty and only a trifle more costly, are tete-a-tete tea Bets of white china banded with dark blue or red, edged with a gold vine and standing on an oblong matching tray. Among the four-piece service are sets of another porcelain so thin that the beverage seems to color it. These sets stand upon trays of amber crystal having projecting handles of gilded metal, set with genuine amber. Exceedingly pretty tea sets are of silver, a teapot of silver, sugar bowl, cream pitcher and cups and saucers of silver deposit-veiled white porcelain.

Omelet With Strawberries.

Here is a delicious luncheon omelet, sweet entre or even dessert, and not as extravagant as it would have been a month ago. When you find a nice box of ripe strawberries on the manket stand fine in flavor and reasonably cheap, invest and buy also half a dozen of the freshest egg* Pick over your berries, saving out about half of the finest solid ones. Cut these in half, put into a bowl and add two large tablespoonfuls of sugar, mixing with a little grated orange peel and a dash of lemon Juice or grape-fruit. Set in refrigerator while you wash the remainder of the berries through a fine sieve, and eweeten well. Make an omelet of the six eggs, and when ready to fold over, fill with.the sliced berries drained from all juice. Turn the omelet out on the dish, dust generously with powdered sugar and serve at once. A dash of rum may be added to the berries if desired. A little grated nutmeg is liked by Borne.

Union au Gratin.

Materials —Onions, four; butter, onehalf cup; chopped parsley, one tablespoonful, rich meat stock, two quarts; water, one pint; French bread toast, Parmesan cheese. Directions —Melt the butter in the spider, add the sliced onions and cook until softened and yellow; then add the chopped parsley, stock and water. Season with salt and paprika. Simmer 20 minutes. Put the toasted bread, sprinkled with cheese into the casserole and strain the soup over it. Sprinkle again with cheeße - and pnt into the oven to brown slightly. This is a very good soup and is especially good served at luncheon.

French Mutton Stew.

Take one and one-half pounds of neck or shoulder of mutton cut in pieces, 6 cents’ worth of carrots and turnips, two onions and a sprig of parsley. Brown a tablespoon of flour with about the same quantity of butter. When brown add meat, then the vegetables cut In rounds —put one clove In one of the onioins—add pepper, salt and two cups of cold water. Cover tight and simmer two hours. Oue hour before serving add a few potatoes to the stew.

Mother’s Lemon Pie.

Two lemons, one and one-half cups sugar, two egg yolks, one tablespoon butter (level), one tablespoon cornstarch, two heaping two cups boiling water. Orate the rind and Juice of the lemons in the top of double boiler, add the sugar, flour, etc., and mix well. Then pour on the water and cock over hot water until the mixture is thick. Then pour in the baked crust and make' meringue for top<

Something About Pineapple Juices.

When ÜBing pineapple in dessert that has gelatin added, do not forget that the pineapple must first be cooked on account of the digestive principle contained in the uncooked pine, which will act upon the gelatin, and your mold will be a failure.

Braised Celery Au Gratin.

Pour some Bfccbamel or cream sauce over the celery, sprinkle with crumbs, grated Parmesan cheese and melted butter, and bake In the oven to a nice golden color.

Practical Fashions

SMART STREET DRESS.

The simple style has taken the field for the street and tt is well, for it is always in better taste. The use of figured materials has much to do with this fact, for plain outlines show fabrics to beßt advantage. The frock illustrated herewith offers a new model cut on plain lines. The waist has* a plastron effect in front and is plain in the back. Below the belt are peplum sections which add much to the style of the design, The neck is low and is finished with a wide collar. The sleeves may be either long or short The skirt is a four gore with a panel back and the closing may be placed at either side of this panel. The dress pattern (6174) is cut in. sizes 84 to 42 Inches bust measure. Medium size requires 4% yards of 44 inch material. To procure this pattern send 10 oente to "Pattern Department” of this paper. Write name and address plainly, and b* sure to give size and number of pattern.

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LADY’S SHIRT WAIST.

This pretty bodice offers jas a distinct novelty in the yoke, which is entirely seamless. It is square along the lower edge and here the lower portion is attached. It is gathered In front and plain In the back. The front closing laps in a square tongue over one side and here a Jabot of laee makes an effective and modish finish. It also gives an opportunity for the employment of fancy buttons, one of the fads of the moment The sleeves are plain at the shoulder, but slightly full at the wrist The waist pattern (6189) Is cut In sizes 84 to 42 inchee, bust measure. Medium size requires 8)4 yards of 86 inch material

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Sure Enough.

Prank and Fred, aged 6 and 4, respectively, were dismissing a little sis* ter who had died before the latter vas born, and Fred said: “When Igo to heaven 111 go right np to her and ■ay, ‘Hello! this Is Freddy.* ** “Why,” ■aid Frank, “she won’t know yon, beeause when she was, yon waan’t**

When Greek Meets Greek.

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