Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 136, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 June 1913 — Page 2

MOLLY McDONALD A TALE OF THE FRONTIER

SYNOPSIS. Major McDonald, commanding an army post 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 is traveltag. 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 of the war enlisted in the regular army. 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. Hamlin leaves to rejoin his regiment He returns to Fort Dodge after a summer of fighting Indians, and finds Molly there. Lieutenant Gaskins accuses Hamlin of shooting him. The sergeant is proven innocent. He sees Molly In company with Mrs. Dupont, whom he recognises as a former sweetheart, who threw him over for LeFevre. Later he overbears Dupont and a soldier hatching up a money-making plot Molly tells Hamlin 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 finds McDonald's murdered body. He takes Wasson, a guide, and two troopers and goes in pursuit of the murderers, who had robbed McDonald of *90,000 paymaster's money. He suspects Dupont. Conners, soldier accomplice of Dupont is found murdered. Hamlin's party is caught In a fierce billiard While heading for the Clmmaron. One man dies from cold and another almost succumbs. Wasson is shot as they come in sight of Clmmaron. 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 and' Hughes take up the trail of LeFevre. who is carrying Molly to the Indian’s camp. Two days out they sight the fugitives.

CHAPTER XXX.—Continued. "Damn if I know why you say that,” he began. "Haven’t I been square?” ’’Because I know your style, Hughes. You hate Le Fevre for the dirty trick he played on you, but you’d sell out to him again in five minutes if you thought there was any money in "it. I don’t propose giving you the chance. You’ll go ahead, and you are in more danger from me than that* outfit yonder. Now move, and we’ll take a look up the valley.” They ploughed a way through the drifts to the mouth of the narrow opening between the hills, dropping to their knees in the snow, and cautiously creeping forward the last few yards. Hamlin, convinced that fear alone could control the ex-cowthief, kept slightly to the rear. “Now wait, Hughes,” he said, his voice lowered but still' tense with command. "Be careful, man. Crawl up there in between those drifts, and look over. Keep down low, you-fool.” The two men wriggled slowly forward, smothered in the snowdrift, until Hughes* eyes barely topped the surface. Hamlin lay outstretched a foot below, watching for the slightest sign of treachery. The cowman stared np the depression, blinking his eyes

“By All the Gods, Dupont,” Roared the Sergeant, “Do You Want Me to Shoot?"

in the snow glare. The impatient Sergeant gripped his arm. “Well, what Is It? Are they coming?"

“You bet, an' about dead, from the looks of ’em. Them fellars ain’t lookin' fer nuthln*. I reckon I could stand up straight yere an* they’d never see me. Take a look yerself; it’s safe ’nough.”

Hamlin drew himself up, and peered out over the snow, but still gripped the others’ arm. With his first glance up the valley there swept over him a

strange feeling of sympathy for those he was hunting. It was a dismal, depressing picture—the bare, snow-cov-ered hillsides, and between, floundering weakly through the drifts, the little party of fugitives, the emaciated ponies staggering with weakness, the

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men on foot, reeling as they tramped forward, their heads lowered in utter weariness. The girl alone was in saddle, so wrapped about in blankets as to be formless, even her face concealed. The manner In which she swayed to the movement of the pony, urged on by one of the Indiaps, was evidence that she was bound fast, and helpless. At sight of her condition Hamlin felt his old relentless purpose return. He was plainsman enough to realize what suffering those men had passed through before reaching such extremity, and was quick to appreciate the full meaning of their exhaustion, and to sympathize with it He had passed through a similar baptism, and remembered the desperate clutch of the storm-king. But the sight of that poor girl swaying helplessly in the saddle, a bound prisoner in the midst of those ruffians, who had murdered her father before her eyes and who were bearing her to all the unspeakable horrors of Indian captivity. Instantly stifled within him every plea of mercy. No matter what they had suffered, they were a ruthless, merciless gang of cutthroats, and thieves, fleeing from justice, deserving of no consideration. Yet.their distressed appearance, their lack of vigilance, rendered him careless. They seemed too weak to resist, too exhausted to fight; the coM plucking at their hearts had seefningly already conquered. It was this impression which caused him to act recklessly, rising to his feet, rifle in hand, directly in their track, halting their adv vance with stern command.

"Hands up! Quick now, the three of you! Don’t wait, Dupont; I’ve got the drop!”

The white man was in front, a huge, shapeless figure in his furs, his black beard frosted oddly. He stood motionless, astounded' at this strange apparition in blue cavalry overcoat, which had sprung up so suddenly in that wilderness. For an instant he must have deemed the vision confronting him some illusion of the desert, for he never stirred except to rub a gloved hand across his eyes. “By all the gods, Dupont,” roared the Sergeant impatiently, “do you waht me to shoot? Damn you, throw up your hands!”

Slowly, as though his mind was still in a dream, the man’s hands were lifted above his head, one grasping a short, sawed-off gun. The expression upon his face was ugly, as he began to dimly understand what this unexpected hold-up meant. There followed an Instant of silence, in which Hamlin forgetful of Hughes, who still . remained lying quiet in the snow, took a step or two forward, rifle at shoulder. The two Indians, swathed in blankets, but with arms upraised, were in direct line, motionless as statues. He could see the gleam of their dark eyes, and even noticed the figure of the girl straighten in the saddle. Dupont gave fierce utterance to an oath. Apparently he failed to recognize the soldier, but as Hughes rose to his knees, suspicion leaped instantly to his brain.

"A hold-up, hey!” he said coolly. “Hughes, you sneaking old coward, oome out into the open onte. What is it you want?”

“Nothing to that, Dupont,” returned the Sergeant, glancing back questloningly toward his companion. “Your old partner is here under my orders. I am Sergeant Hamlin, Seventh Cavalry. Throw down that gun!” “What! You—"

"Yes, you are my prisoner. I’ve followed you from Dodge. Throw down the gun!”

It dropped sullenly into the snow „ “Now, Hughes, go ahead, and disarm those Indians.”

The cowman shuffled forward, revolver in hand, circling to keep’ safely beyond the reach of Dupont, who eyed him maliciously. The latter was so buttoned up In a buffalo coat as to make it impossible for him to reach a weapon, and Hamlin permitted his eyes to wafer slightly, as he watched the Indians. What occurred the next instant came so suddenly as scarcely to leave an Impression. It was swift. Instinctive action, primitive Impulse. An Indian hand fell beneath its blanket covering; there was a flash of flame across a pony’s saddle; Hughes sprang backward, and went reeling Into the snow. Hamlin fired, as the sav age dodged between the horse's legs, sending him sprawling, and, Ignoring the other Indian, swung about to cover Dupont. Swift as he moved, he was too late. With one desperate

added: "So should any man who wants to feel as young as I do when he Is seventy-five.” Quite true! The temptations are great with the man In the limelight to Indulge in excesses, largely to please his friends and admirer*.. The American banquet, an on/ate feeding ceremony lasting several. hours, robbing the man of increasing years of the sleep, which ip'required to neutralize the lavages of time, and playing hob with his digestive apparatus, has undoubtedly cost many lives. It takes

spring backward the white man was behind the womans' pony, sheltered by her shapeless figure, gripping the animal's bit. The second Ifidian dropped to his knees and opened fire. With a sudden Ijirch forward the Sergeant plunged headlong in the snow.

CHAPTER XXXI. The Girl and the Man. As he went down, uninjured, but realizing now that this was to be a battle to the death Hamlin flung open his coat, and gripped his revolver. Lying there on his face he fired twice, deliberately, choosing the exposed Indian as a target. The latter, striving to mount liis frightened pony, fell forward, grasping the mane desperately, a stream of blood dyeing his blanket as the animal dashed across the valley. Dupont had whirled the girl's horse to the left, and, with her body as a shield, was attempting to escape. Already he was too far away to make a revolver shot safe. Hamlin arose to his knees, and picked up the dropped rifle. His lips were pressed tight; his eyes full of grim determination. Why didn’t Dupont fire? Could it be he was unarmed? Or was he hoping by delay to gain a closer shot? Keen-eyed, resolute, the Sergeant determined to take no chances. The rifle came to a level—a spurt of flame, a sharp report, and the pony staggered to its knees, and sank, bearing its helpless burden with it Dupont let go his grip on the rein, and stood upright, clearly outlined against the white hillside, staring back toward the kneeling Sergeant, the faint smoke cloud whirling between.

"All right—damn you—you’ve got me ji’ he said sullenly. Hamlin never moved, except to snap out the emptied cartridge.

“Unbutton that coat,” he commanded tersely. “Now turn around. No shooting iron, hey! That’s rather careless of a gun-man.” He dropped his rifle, and strode forward revolver in hand, glancing curiously at the dead Indian as he passed. A riata hung to the pommel of a saddle, and he paused to shake it loose, uncoiling the thin rope, but with watchful eyes constantly on his prisoner. He felt no fear of Dupont, now that he knew the fellow to be unarmed, and the wounded Indian had vanished over the ridge. Yet Dupont was a powerful man, and desperate enough to accept any chance. Something in the sullen, glowing face confronting him awoke the Sergeant to caution. He seemed to sense the plan of the other, and stopped suddenly, slipping the rope through his fingers. He swung the coil about his head, measuring the distance, every faculty concentrated on the toss. He had forgotten Hughes lying in the snow behind; he neither saw nor heard the fellow scramble weakly to his knees, revolver outsretched in a half-frozen hand. And Hughes, his eyes already glazing in death, saw only the two figures. In that moment hate triumphed over cowardice; he could not distinguish which was Dupont, which Hamlin. In the madness of despair he cared little—only he would kill some one before he died. His weapon wavered frantically as he sought to aim, the man holding himself up by one hand, Dupont, facing that way, saw this apparition,, and leaped aside, stumbling over the dead pony. Hughes’ weapon belched, and Hamlin, the lasso whirling above him in the air, pitched forward, and came crashing down into the snow. It was all the work of an instant, a wild, confused bit, so rapidly enacted as to seem unreal even to the participants. Hamlin lay motionless, barely conscious of living, yet unable to stir a muscle. Hughes, screaming out one oath, sank back into a heap, his frozen fingers still gripping his smoking weapon. Then Dupont rose cautiously to his knees, peering forth across the dead body of the pony. The man was unnerved, unable at first to comprehend what had occurred. He was saved as by a miracle, and his great form shook from head to foot. Then, as'liis eyes rested on the outstretched body of the Sergeant, hates conquered every other feeling; he staggered to his feet, picked up the gun lying in the snow, walked across and brutally kicked the prostrate form. There was no response, no movement.

“All I wish is that I’d been the one to kill yer," he growled savagely, grinning down. “Hell of a good shot, though I reckon the blame fool meant it 'or me.” He threw the rifle forward, in readiness, and moved cautiously over toward Hughes.

"Deader than a door-nail," he muttered, pressing back the buffalo coat, and staring contemptuously down into the white, staring face. “I wonder how that coward ever happened to be here —laying out for me, I reckon!"

He straightened up and laughed, glancing furtively about. "Some good joke that The whole outfit cleaned out, and me twenty thousand to the good,” feeling Inside his coat to make sure. “It’s there all right Well, good-bye,, boys, there don’t seem to be nothing here for me to stay for.”

He caught the straying pony and swung up into the saddle, '‘glanced about once more at the motionless

a strong and rigorous constitution to withstand the demands of the banquet table, and everybody Is not a Chauncey M. Depew. Hiding or any other form of regular exercise, together with abstemious habits, are great lengtheners of life. The grizzled navy veteran knows what he is tailing about and is an excellent schoolmaster flor retired heroes and active public men.

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figures, and finally rode off up the ridge, unconsciously following the tracks left by the fleeing Indian. If the girl ever occurred to him, he gave no sign of remembrance, and she uttered no word. Lying on her side, her eyes Wide open, she watched him ride away* across the barren dpace, until the slow-moving pony topped the ridge, and disappeared on the other side. Twice the man turned and glanced back into the valley, but saw nothing except the black blotches on the snow. Molly made no motion, no outcry. She preferred death there alone, rather than rescue at his hands. Scarcely conscious, feeling no strength in her limbs, no hope pulsing at her heart, she closed her eyes and lay stilt Yet wrapped about as she was. her young body remained warm, and the very disappearance of Dupont yielded a sense of freedom, awoke a strong desire to live. Her eyes opened again, despairingly, and gazed across the barren expanse. She could see Hamlin lying face downward, the yellow lining of his cavalry cape over his head. It seemed to her the man’s foot moved. Could she be dreaming? No! He'actually drew up one limb. This evidence that the Sergeant still lived gave her fresh strength and renewed determination. She strug-

"Oh, God!” She Sobbed, "What Can I Do?"

gled to move her own feet; the left 'was free, but the right was caught firmly beneath the pony. She struggled desperately, forgetful of pain, in the faith that she might save Hamlin. Little by little she worked the imprisoned limb free, only to find it numb and helpless. She lay there breathless, conscious that she ached from head to foot. Beyond her the Sergeant groaned and turned partially over upon his side. Tugging at the blanket she managed to free one* arm, gripped the mane of the dead pony, and drew herself into a sitting posture. Now the blood seemed to surge through her veins in new volume, and she labored feverishly to release the other hand. At last she undid a knot with her teeth, and slipped the blanket from her, beating her hands together to restore circulation. Her right leg still was too numb to stand upon, but she crept forward, dragging it helplessly behind her over the snow, to where Hamlin lay. The girl’s heart seemed to stop beating as she looked at him —at the white, colorless face, the closed eyes, the discoloration of blood staining the temple. Yet he lived; his faint breath was plainly perceptible in the frosty air.

“O God!” she sobbed, "what can 1 do!”

It was an unrestrained cry of an gulsh, yet there was no hesitation. She had forgotten everything excep’ that helpless figure lying before her on the snow—her own danger, the sur rounding desolation, the dead forms, accentuating that wilderness tragedy With bare hands she bathed his factin snow, rubbing the flesh until i flushed red, pressing her own warm body against his, her lips speaking hi name again and again, almost hysterically, as though she hoped thus to call him back to consciousness. He exploring fingers told her that it was no serious wound which had creased the side of his head; if there was no other he would surely revive, and th» discovery sent her blood throbbing through her veins. She lifted hie hea*‘ to her lap, chafing his cold wristfrantically, her eyes staring again ou across the barren snow fields, with fresh realization of their intense lone liness. She choked back a sob of de spalr, and glanced down again intx Hamlin's face. He did not stir but hiteyes were open, regarding her in be wilderment. “Molly,” he whispered, forgetting, “is this really you? What has happened?" The girl’s eyes filled Instantly with tears, but she did not move, except that the clasp of her hands grew stronger.

(TO BE CONTINUED.)

Undaunted.

“What did that eminent personage do when you told him you wanted to take*his picture?” “He called the dog.” “And wha{ did you do then?” "Oh, 1 took the dog’s picture, too."

of Hong-Kong university, is forty-sev-en years old and speaks 23 languages fluently. For many years he was in the diplomatic service and to every country to which he was sent he mastered the language, beginning with Russia In 1887. In 1889 he brought out a Finnish grammar. During his course at Oxford he had not only swept the board of all the classical distinctions within reach, ' but, while still an undergraduate, had won the Boden Sanskrit scholarship and the Syriac prize.

WEALTH OF THE INCAS

PERU is conceded to be the third richest country in the world. Its own leading men believe positively it is the richest, and no one can say just how great is the wealth of its unexplored hills and canyons. The effort of its statesmen to redeem it, as recently reported, by land concessions to immigrants and railroads to carry the products of the fields and the mines, which are now carried on the backs of natives, has attracted more attention in Europe than the United States, which, is godfather to it

Peru is said to be the one country in South America where there is no racial antipathy to Americans, as this country did Peru a good turn probably before that spirit was born among the Latin races to the south. It was in 1858 that the United States restored to Peru the Lobos guano islands, to which some adventurous Americans had laid claim. The fairness of this government has since then been something of a tradition down there. Wealth Back of Desolate Coast

Much of the wealth that Spain has dissipated, her gold and silver that was made into ornaments as well as money, and the precious stones belonging to the royal houses are reputed to have been largely carried back from Peru by the Conquisadores. For a thousand miles the coast of Peru presents a bold, unspeakable barren appearance. Mountains tower up toward the cloudless skies day after day as one pursues his slow way down the coast. Not a tree or a green bush can be seen, but back of the is the wealth of the Incas — gold and silver, coffee and cotton and spices and fruits and rare woods. Nowhere does the desert run back for more than 80 miles from the coast, and usually not so Then there is the long stretch of'gradually rising plains, the foothills and then the great interior table lands. From 1630 to 1824 Jesuit priests are credited with taking 27 tons of pure silver out of a single valley, while other mines are said to have yielded hundreds of millions of dollars, and even with the primitive system employed by the monks and the native Indians. But for nearly half a century or more Peru went backward, and became so poor that her richest citizen lived on the pawnshops. But.that period has passed, and with permanent peace the country is slowly recovering its prosperity. Silver is one mineral that is, perhaps, most abundant, and that is to be found in every- section of the republic. In many places it is found in a native state, an<j the deposits are of great richness. Copper mining is comparatively a new industry in Peru, as not until the depreciation of silver, did miners turn their attention to copper, when it was found that it existed In paying quantities In the great silver districts. Within the last few years the Haggin-Guggenhelm copper mines at Cerro de Paseo have produced enormous quantities of ore, and modern smelting works have been established at several of thtf more important centers.

Cerro de Paseo and Yauli are the two best'known copper regions of Peru, but others are known to exist. The ores of Peru are always found* in various combinations with different metals. Gold, which constituted the great wealth of the nation before the conquest by Pizarro, was not mined to a very great extent by the Spanish conquerors, who, for pome reason, gave all their attention to silver mining. For this extraordinary reason the gold mines from whence tlje native Incas derived their fabulous wealth remained more or less abandoned for three centuries, and it is only now that there is a revival of gold mining. . Gold is found in several parts of Peru. There is alluvial gold generally on the Amazonian slopes and throughout eastern Peru the rivers have all, gold bearing gravel beds, so that hydraulic mining, the' most inexpensive method known, is likely toassume some magnitude.

MUNICIPAL PALACE, LIMA

The Germans are showing the same enterprise and aggressive policy la Peru that they have shown in Brazil and other parts of South America. They are elbowing the British out. and are absorbing the export trade, in almost every city throughout Latta America the retail shops, the commission business, the manufacturing interests, and all kinds of enterprises are owned or controlled by Germans. They have recently gone into Peru. The United States might have had the best of everything, but Americans do not show any disposition to go out into other countries. There are, however, several large American enterprises in Peru. Mines Forgotten. In the northern part of the republic it is proposed to rebuild and extend two lines of railway in order to reach valuable deposits of coal, copper and other minerals, and open up tracts of land that are suitable) for vineyards, fruits and general agriculture. One of these roads will be an extension of a short line now running out of Pascasmayo to the ancient town of Caxamarca, where Atahulpa, the “Last of the Incas,” was “strangled in the most treacherous manner by Pizarro, after he had filled with gold the room of the palace in which he had been confined.” The mines from which that gold came have been forgotten, but are believed to lie somewhere back in the mountains, and, what is more to the point, there are known beds of coal of good quality, almost inexhaustible, it is said, and much needed in South America. It is also proposed to build about 100 miles of road from Ho to. Moquega through a rich agricultural where .the soil is especially adapted for vineyards. An English corporation holds a concession to build a line a distance of 200 miles from the port of Chimbote over the mountains to the town of Huarez, capital of one of the northern provinces, which is the center of a mineral region with large deposits of copper, silver and coal. An American syndicate obtained a concession ‘a few years ago, and deposited a forfeit of |60,000 for the extension of a railway from Payta to the Maranon, one of the largest branches of the Amazon. The proposed line was to cross both ranges of the Andes and open up an agricultural country and vast rubber forests. It was surveyed and is yet to be constructed.

Homer Folks, the secretary of the State Charities Aid association of New York, said of eugenics the other day: “The love match is a good thing for eugenics. By this I mean that it is better for a pretty girl to marry a brave, handsome youth for love, true love, than it is for her to marry an elderly millionaire for his money. "Mercenary people like to sneer at love in a cottage, and bread and cheese and kisses, and all that sort of thing. But these. sneers are false. For—” Here Mr. Folks smiled.

“For,” he ended, “when poverty comes in at the door, love flies out and gets a good job.”

Logic is a method employed by some people to convince themselves that they are right upon any question in which it would be extremely inconvenient for them to be proved wrong. Logic is indulged in almost exclusively l?y professors and young married men. Old married men know better. They usually employ silence instead. Logic is generally used as a substitute for experience. It has essayed upori several occasions to compete with ridicule, but has generally failed, to come to time after the first round. Logic shrinks before poetry, invention. art and character. It is the last resort of mediocrity.—Life.

"Brown says he drinks because It drives away his troubles.’’ “He exchanges one load for another, so to speak.”

True Love.

Logic.

Shifting Burdens.