Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 134, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 June 1913 — Page 2

MOLLY McDONALD A TALE OF THE FRONTIER

M SYNOPSIS.

Major McDonald, commanding an army post year 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 tn which Molly Is traveling. They are attacked by Indians, and Hamlin and Molly escape in the darkness. Hamlin tells Molly he was discharged from the Confederate service in disgrace and at the close ofwhe war enlisted in the regular ariny. He suspects one Captain LeFevre of being responsible for his disgrace. Troops appear and under escort of Lieut. Gaskins Molly starts to join her father. Haprflin leaves to rejoin his regiment. He returns to Fort Dodge after a summer of fighting Indians, and finds Molly there. Shots are heard tn the night. Hamlin rushes out, sees what he believgfc 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. Dupon* whom he recognizes as a former sweetheart, who threw him over for LeFevre. Mrs. Dupont tells Hamlin LeFevre 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 on 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. Conners, soldier accomplice of Dupont, is found murdered. Hamlin's party is caught In a fierce blizzard while heading for the Cimmaron. One man dies from cold and another almost succumbs. Wasson is shot as they come in sight of the Cimmaron. Heroic work Hamlin resuscitates Carroll, his remaining trooper. Hamlin discovers a log cabin hidden under a bluff, occupied by Hughes, a cow thief, who is laying for LeFevre, who cheated him in a cattle deal. His description identifies LeFevre and Dupont as one and the same. Hughes shot Wasson mistaking him for one of LeFevre’s party. Hamlin decides to wait at the cabin until the storm abates before attempting to take up the trail of LeFevre, who is carrying Molly to the Indiana’ camp. .j

’CHAPTER XXlX.—Continued. The cowman, muffled to the ears In a buffalo coat, plunged profanely into the drift, slamming the door behind him. Hamlin hastily glanced over the few articles piled in readiness on the bench —ammunition, blankets, food — paying no heed to Carroll’s muttering of discontent. By the time Hughes returned, he had everything strapped for the saddles. He thrust the cowman’s rifle under his own flap, but handed the latter a revolver, staring straight into his eyes as he did so, “I reckon you and I have got enough in common in this chase to play square,” he said grimly. “We’re both out after Le Fevre, ain’t we?” “You bet.” “All right, then; here’s your gun. If you try any trickery, Hughes, I’d advise that you get me the first shot, for if you miss you’ll never have another.” The man drew the sleeve of his coat over his lips, his eyes shifting before the Sergeant’s steady gaze. “I ain’t thet sort,” he muttered uneasily. “Yer don’t need to think thet o’ me.” “Maybe not,” and Hamlin swung into the saddle carelessly. “Only I thought I’d tell you beforehand what would happen if you attempt any fool gun play. Take the lead, you know the trail.”

Carroll, supporting hlipself by the table, crept across to the door and watched them, reckless as to the entering cold. The glare of the white snow revealed clearly the outlines of the disappearing horsemen, as they rode cautiously down the bank. ' The thin fringe of shore ice broke under the weight of the ponies’ hoofs, as the rideam forced them forward into the icy water. A moment later the two crept up the sharp incline of the opposite shore, appearing distinct against the sky as they attained the summit. Hamlin waved his hand, and then, on a lope, the figures vanished into the gloom. Crying, and swearing at his helplessness, the deserted soldier closed the door, and crept back shivering into his blankets. Hughes turned his horse’s head to the southwest, and rode steadily forward, the buffalo overcoat giving him a shaggy, grotesque appearance in the spectral light reflected from the snow. Without a word Hamlin followed, a pace behind. Their route lay for the first few miles across a comparatively level plateau, over which the fierce wind of the late storm had swept with such violence as to leave the surface packed flrm. The night shut them in silently, giving to thsir immediate surroundings a mournful loneliness most depressing. There were no shadows, only the dull snowgleam across which they passed like

SETTLED STATUS OF POET

Douglas Jerrold’s Verdict Will Be Indorsed by Many Who Have Tried to Read Browning. The writings of Robert Browning, which are in great favor among an aesthetic few but continue to be caviar to the general public, probably received their keenest criticism from Douglas Jerrold half a century ago. Jerrold was recovering from a violent £Uness when a copy of Browning’s ]

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spectres, the only sound the crunching of (heir horses’ hoofs on the crust. The Sergeant, staring about, felt that he had never looked upon a more depressing spectacle than this gloomy landscape, desolate and wind-swept, still overarched with low-lying storm clouds, black and ominous, They advanced thus for two hours, making no attempt to force their animals, and scarcely exchanging a word, both meh watchful of the snow underfoot in search of a possible trail, when the character of the country began to change. The level plain broke -into a series of ridges of irregular formation, all evidently heading toward some more southern valley. In the depressions the snow lay banked in deep rifts, and, after plunging desperately through two of these, unable to judge correctly in the dim light where to ride, Hughes turned more to the south, skirting along the bare slope of a ridge, trusting some turn lower down would yield them the necessary westerning. “It’s over the ponies’ heads down thar, Sergeant,” he said, pointing sideways into the dark hollow, “an’ we’re bound to strike a cross-ridge afore we come to the bluffs.” “What bluffs? The Canadian?" "Yep; it’s badly broken kentry a long ways west o’ yere. Bad lands mostly, an’ a. hell o’ a place for cattle to hide out.” “Hughes, do you know where Black Kettle’s camp is?"--“Well, no, not exactly. Las’ the Cheyennes was settled ’bout opposite the mouth o’ Buffalo creek, an’ thar ’re down thar somewhar now. Thar's one thing sure—they ain’t any east o’ thet. As we ain’t hit no trail, I reckon as how Le Fevre’s outfit must hev drifted further then 1 calc’lated.”

“I thought so at the time,” commented the other, quietly. "However, we will have to make the circle, and,

if the country out yonder is as you describe, they will be no better off. They’ll have to follow the ridges to get through. We may get a glimpse when daylight comes.” They rode on steadily, keeping down below the crest of the hills, yet picking a passage where the snow had been swept clear. The slipperiness of the Incline made their progress slow, as they dared not risk the breaking of a horse’s, leg in that wilderness, and the faint glimmer was most confusing. The wind had ceased, the calm was impressive after the wild tumult, but the cold seemed to strengthen as the dawn advanced, viciously biting the exposed faces of the men. The straining ponies were white with frost. In the gray of a cheerless dawn they reached the first line of bluffs, and drew rein just below the summit, where they could look off across the lower ridges to the westward. It was a wild, desolate scene, the dull gray sky overhead, the black and white shading below. Mile on mile the picture unrolled to the horizon, the vista widening slowly as the light increased, bringing forth the details of barren, wind-swept ridges and shallow valleys choked with snow. Not a tree, not a shrub, not even • a rock

Plunged Profanely Into the Drift.

broke the dead monotony. All was loneliness and silence. The snow lay gleaming and untrampled, except as here and there a dull brown patch of dead grass darkened the side of a hill. Hamlin shadowed his eyes with gloved hands, studying intently inch by inch the wide domain. Suddenly he arose

'‘Bordello” fell Into the hands of the convalescent. He began to read, but not a complete idea could he get from that mystic production. The thought then struck him that he had lost his reason during tin illness. Filled with agony, a perspiration burst from his brow. At that moment his wife entered the room. “Read this, my dear," he cried out, thrusting the volume into her hands. After several attempts to make any sense out of it, as Jerrold related, she returned it, saying, “Bother the gibberish! I don’t un-

In his stirrups, bending eagerly torward. 1 • "By heaven! There they are, Hughes," he exclaimed, feeling the hot blood course through his veins. “See, on the Incline of that third ridge. There Is a shadow there, and they are not moving. Here; draw In back of me; now you can see. It looks as though they had a horse down.” * Hughes stared long in the direction indicated; his eyes narrowed into mere slits. “Ah! that’s it,’\he said at last. “Horse broke a leg; shot it jest (hen — 1 seen the flash. Now they’re goin’ on. See! One fellow climbin’ up behind ’nother, an’ the horse left lyin’ thar on the snow." “How many people do you make out?” and Hamlin’s voice shook a little. “There’s four, ain’t there?” At that distance the fugitives looked like mere black dots. It could scarcely be determined that they moved, and yet their outlines were distinct against the background of white snow, while the two watchers possessed the trained vision of the plains. Hughes answered after a deliberate Inspection, without so much as turning his head.

“Thar’s four; leastwise thar was four hosses, and two —the Injuns likely—are ridin’ double. Thar animals are 'bout played, It looks ter me—just able ter crawl. Ain’t had no fodder is ’bout the size o’ It. We ought to be able ter head thet bunch off ’fore they git to the Canadian at thet rate o’ travel—hey. Sergeant?” Hamlin’s eyes followed the long sweep of the cross-ridge, studying its trend, and the direction of the intervening valleys. Once down on the other, slope all this extensive view would be hidden; they would have to ride blindly, guessing at the particular swale along which those others were advancing. To come to the summit again would surely expose them to those keen Indian eyes. They would be searching the trail ahead ceaselessly, noting every object along the crests of the ridges. However, If the passage around was not blocked with snow, they ought to attain the junction in ample time. With twice as far to travel, their ponies were strong and fit and should win out against Le Fevre’s starved beasts. He waved his gloved hand.

“We’ll try it,” he said, shortly; “come on, Hughes." He led off along the steep side of the hill, and forcing his horse into a sharp trot, headed straight out into the white wilderness; Hughe. - without uttering a word, brought down his quirt on his pony’s flank and followed;

CHAPTER XXX. The Fight in the Snow. The slope toward the south had not been swept clear by the wind, and the horses broke through the crust to their knees, occasionally stumbling into hollows where, the drifts were deep. This made progress slow, Although Hamlin pressed forward recklessly, fully aware of what it would mean should the fugitives emerge first, and thus achieve a clear passage to the river. What was going on there to the right, behind the fringe of low hills, could not be conjectured, but to the left the riders could see clearly for a great distance over the desolate, snow-draped land, down to the dark waters of the Canadian-and the shore beyond. It was all a desolate waste, barren of movement, and no smoke bore evidence of any Indian encampment near by. A mile or more to the west the river took a sharp bend, disappearing behind the bluffs, and on the open plain, barely visible against the unsullied mantle of snow, were dark specks, apparently moving, but In erratic fashion. The distance intervening was too great for either man to distinguish exactly what these might be, yet as they plunged onward their keen eyes searched the valley vigilantly through the cold clear air.

"Some of your long-horns, Hughes?” asked the Sergeant finally, pointing as he turned and glanced back. "Quite a bunch of cattle, it looks to me.” "Them thar ain’t cows,” returned the other positively. “Tha’re too closely bunched up. I reckon It’ll be Black Kettle’s pony herd.” "Then his village will He in beyond the big bend th re,” and Hamlin rose in his stirrups, shading his eyes. “The herders haven’t driven them far since the storm broke. You don’t see any smoke, do you?” Hughes shook his head. “You wouldn’t likely see none agdinst the gray sky; them ponies er maybe three miles off, an’ ther camp is likely a mile er so further. Thar’s a big bend thar, as I remember; a sort o’ level spot with bluff all ’(ound, 'cept on the side *o ther river. We hed a cattle corral thar onc’t, durin* a round-up. Most likely that’s whar they are.” "And Le Fevre is heading straight for the spot. Well, he’ll have to come out on this bench first.” "Yep, there sure ain’t no valleys lying between. How many o’ these yere gulch openings have we got past already ?’’ “Three; there’s the fourth just ahead. the one they were traib

derstand a word of it!” "Thank heaven,” exclaimed Jerrold, “then I am not an idiot after all!’’ '*

Too Tender With It,

A physician tells a story of a philanthropic doctor in a Pennsylvania coal mining town who presented each household with a nice new thermometer and told the people the necessity of maintaining a proper temperature. When making his rounds one day he observed his thermometer hanging in the room. He inquired of the woman

Ing through. No doubt about that, to there?** • "Not less them Injuns took to the ridge. They wus sure In the fourth valley when we fust* sighted the outfit back thar. Whatcher'goln’ ter do, Sergeant? Jump ’em a boss-back, an* just pump lead?? Hamlin had thought this over as he rode and already had planned his attack. The opening to the valley along which Le Fevre’s exhausted party were slowly advancing toward them, seemed favorable —it was narrow and badly choked with snow. It offered an ideal place for a surprise and was far enough away from the Indian encampment—if the latter was situated as Hughes in the great bend above —so that no echo of shots would carry that distance, even through the crisp atmosphere. There were two things the Sergeant had determined to accomplish If possible—the rescue t>f Miss Molly uninjured, and the cap ture of Le Fevre. No matter how deeply he despised the man he could not afford' to have him' killed. So far as the Indians were concerned there would be no mercy shown, for If either one escaped he would carry the news to the village. With all this in mind the Sergeant swung out ot the saddle, dropping the rein to the ground, confident that the tired cowpony would remain quiet. His belt was buckled outside the army overcoat, and he drew his revolver, tested it, and slipped it back loosely into the holster. Then he pulled out the rifle from under the flap of the saddle, grimly handling it in his gloved fingers. Hughes, his head sunk into his fur collar, his hot breath steaming in the cold atmosphere, watched him curiously. _ “Lookin’ fer a right smart fight, I reckon,” he said, a trifle uneasily. “Believe me, yer ain’t goin’ ter find thet

“By Heavens! There They Are, Hughes.”

fellar no spring chicken. Y He’s some on ther gun play.” "I hope he knows enqugh to quit when he’s cornered," returned the other pleasantly, sweeping his eyes to the opening in the hills, “for I’m aiming to to take him back to Kansas alive.” “The hell ye are!” “That's the plan pardner, and I’ve got reason for it. I knew Le Fevre once, years ago, during the war, and I’ve been some anxious to get my hands on him ever since. He’s worth far more to me alive than dead, just now, Hughes,” his voice hardening, "you’ll bear that fact in mind when the fracas begins. From now on this is my affair, not yours. You understand? You get busy with the two bucks, and leave the white man to me. Come on now —dismount.” Hughes came to the ground with evident reluctance, swearing savagely. “What do yer think I’m yere for,” he demanded roughly, “if it wa’n’t to shoot that cuss?”

Hamlin strode swiftly over, and dropped a band on the shaggy shoulder. "You are here because I ordered you to come with me; because if you hadn’t I would have killed you back there in the shack, you red-handed murderer. Now listen, Hughes. I know what you are —a cattle thief. You and Le Fevre belong to the same outfit, only he was the smarter of the two. I have spared your life for a purpose, and if you fail me now' I’ll shoot you down as I would a dog. Don’t try to threaten me, you cur, for I am not that kind. I am not trusting you; I haven’t from the first, but you are going Into this fight on my side, and under my orders." The two men glared into each other’s eyes, silent, breathing hard, but there was a grim determination about the Sergeant’s set jaw that left Hughes speechless. He grinned weakly, stamping down the snow under foot. Hamlin’s continued silence brought a protest to his lips.

(TO BE CONTINUED.)

Too Good to Lend.

Agnes —This novel looks awfully interesting. Is it good? Gladys—lt’s perfectly splendid. I’d lend it to you in a minute, but it belongs to

of the house if she had remembered his instructions. "Indeed, sir, I do,” was the response. "I bang the thing right up there and I watch it carefully to see it does not get too high.’ "G:od!” exclaimed the doctor. "And what do you do when the temperature rises above 70 degrees?” “Why, sir,” answered the woman, with the air of one faithful to a trust, “when It gets too high 1 take it down< and put it outside until it cools off.” —Newark Sts'

IDEA FOR REMODELING

LAST YEAR’S GOWN MAY BE MADE TO LOOK LIKE NEW.

Some Suggestions Offered Here That Would Help the Economical Woman, Who Cannot Afford a Surplus of Frocks.

The design of the sketch would seem to offer some pleasing suggestions Tor remodeling. The blouse and upper half of the skirt may be of chiffon to match the silk of a last year’s gown, which can be used for the lower part of the skirt and spiral drapery. Then there Is a panel of shadow lace In front and In back, both having the upper edge turned down, faced with chiffon and buttoned down with tiny, silk-covered

Gown of Chiffon Silk and Shadow Lace.

buttons. The buttons are used again around the upper edge of the lower part of the skirt. The kimono sleeved blouse has wide draped chiffon cuffs and a neck running to a V In front till It meets the upper edge of the lace panel. There is a girdle of the silk crushed about the waist and tied In a flat bow in back. The dress can be made with or without a train, which is formed by the spirally draped length of silk started at one side of the front, winding down and across the back and brought around the feet, forming a train at the left side. If the drapery were dlspehsed with, the lower silk part of the skirt need merely be made quite straight and plain and hemmed at ankle length.

Knockabout Styles.

Velours and silver beaver hats are the rage of the Immediate moment, and feathers are only in demand for full dress occasions. These hats, with others of silk plush and silky felt, are worn even with tho most erstwhile costumes, and a girl wearing a frock of white embroidery by the seashore will choose with it a hat of silky olive plush trimmed round the crown by a band of white plumage, breaking into wings in front.

IMPORTANT PART OF COSTUME

Whatever Material Is Made Use of, Much Attention Should Be Given to the -Neckwear. Whether the filmy tulle, the soft velvet or a combination of both be used in neckwear, the fact is undeniable that these accessories your attention. You will notice that the prevailing style shown is the smart stock collar

with turnover of lace or velvet and varying in depth as the owner wishes. In the model Illustrated is a combination of white bengaline and black velvet The turned-over edge is stiffened with scrim, and a bow of velvet Is placed at the front, fastened under a pearl buckle. Black velvet is an excellent background for the use of ecru lace edged

NEW IDEA'FOR -DINING TABLE

Runners Are Largely Taking th* Place of the Round Centerpiece and the Luncheon Cloth. Many houaewfyea are discarding round centerpieces or luncheon cloth when dreaming the dining table, and are substituting two table runners. These harmonize with the straight lines of the furniture, so popular at. present. For summer dining rooms and verandas there Is nothing so artistic aa the long, graceful table runners. Tan and white linen are used for the runners and the ends are hemstitched, and above this is embroidered a design In satin or cross-stitch. ’• Measure the width of your table and allow from 12 to 14 inches more to hang down, at each side when cut-ting-the linen. After stitching the hem transfer the design above it. Cross-stitch is effective on coarse linen, and a pretty border shows baskets of forget-me-nots. Three basket motifs are arranged on each end. and the basket portion is done with green and yellow mercerized cotton. The flowers are worked with pale pink in' the padded satin stitch, and the leaves are green. Connecting each basket is a festoon of ribbon, which should be worked in the padded satin stitch. Pale (link is the color used for the ribbon, and a yellow French knot forms the center of each floweret. When working the cross-stitch great care should -be observed to keep the upper threads running in the same direction. Table runners of dark brown ramie linen or pongee are a favorite covering for the living room or librarytable, with embroidered ends done in rich, vivid colors.

FOR THE GRADUATION DRESS

All-White Seems Always the Most. Appropriate, Though Colors May Be Worn If Class Desires.

Apart from the traditions which, clothe maidenhood in white, the symbol of purity and grace, there is a delicate, girlish charm in all-white which, makes it more fitting than colors. Sheer white washable fabrics are more dainty and appropriate for a. graduation dress than silk, satin or net. Often the question of the material to be worn is decided by vote, as the general effect is much better when the entire class is gowned in the same material, even though the designs and trimmings may vary. There is a fancy at present for going gloveless at indoor functions requiring a short-sleeved gown. It i» a pretty as well as economical fashion, and one which may be followed at* graduation exercises as well as other formal occasions.

It Is not necessary to wear white slippers and stockings at graduation. Black are quite as appropriate and asmuch worn as white, but white is always more dainty. .

Hold Their Shape.

To make a strong button hole in. lace, baste a strip of lawn firmly under the lace, then cut the buttonhole and work as usual. When the work is finished cut away the lawn close to the stitches and you have a firm and perfect buttonhole, says .Good Housekeeping. The large eyelets in French embroidery are often hard to make. Whgn they are worked first In outline stitch, as one would a stem, and then cut out and embroidered they hold their shape much better.

Easily Made Comforter.

If you have some blankets that are too worn to be used any longer, you can utilize them. Buy some cotton batting and lay between two blankets, tacking firmly in place, and basting the blankets around the edge. Then cover with flowered part-silk material, and tack in place with colored worsted to match the cover.

In a frill around the top and front edges. A pump mow edged with lace fastens this pretty model.

Lace Guimpes.

Very pretty and smart little guimpes may be made of left-over lace by joining it at the center front in a seam and covering the seam with tiny butttons or the pierced imitation jewels which may be bought at the bead counter in most large shops. These little jewels of paste, in white or colors, in coral or turquoise effect, are chosen to match one’s gown. If the gulmpe is to be used with several gowns the rhinestone beads will be the best. The guimpes of tucked net are the smartest. They have much the effect of a man’s dress-shirt bosom. Low collar guimpes are made open In a shallow V at the front, with rolled collar which extends oyer the collar or edge of the waist. Though they give a decided negligee appearance to the wearer, they are worn on many occasions.

New Trimming for Parasols.

A black taffeta parasol with gold ribs has the edge trimmed with two folds of satin headed with a piping of white satin. On the edge of one of the ribs is small bunch of black and white satin rosebuds, which also appear upon the handle. Another parasol in white taffeta la trimmed with two puffings of pink taffeta, and two puffings of white with medium Iqrge pink ribbon roses and foliage arranged in wreath form around the parasol. The question mark feather will remain in favor.