Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 139, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 June 1913 — MOLLY MCDONALD [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

MOLLY MCDONALD

A TALE Of THE FRONTIER

By RANDALL PARRISH

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SYNOPSIS. Major McDonald, commanding an army post near Port 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 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 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 (Haskins Molly starts to Join her father. Hamlin leaves to rejoin nis 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 recognizes as a. former sweetheart. who threw him over for LeFevre. Later he overhears 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 he a daughter of McDonald’s sister. Molly disappears and Hamlin sets out to trace her. McDonald is ordered to Fort ißiplev. 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 $30,000 paymaster’s money. He suspects Dupont Conners, soldier accomplice of Dupont, is found murdered. Hamlin’s party is caught In a fierce bllu&rd while heading for the Ctmmaron. One man dies from cold and another almost auccumbs. Wasson is shot as they come 5n sight of Clmmarofi. Hamlin discovers «t 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. A fight ensues In which Hughes is shot “by an Indian. Dying, he makes a desperate attempt to shoot LeFevre, but hits Hamlin, while the latter is disarming Le .Fevre. LeFevre escapes, believing Hamlin and Molly dead, Molly tells Hamlin that her father was implicated in the plot to steal the paymaster's money. Hamlin confesses his love for Molly and finds that It Is reciprocated. CHAPTER XXXIII. i Molly’s Story. The two rode steadily, following the trail left by Hamlin and Hughes earlier in the morning. As there had been no wind, and the cold had crusted the snow, the tracks left by the two ponies were easily followed. As they skirted the ridge the Indian pony herd could be distinguished, sufficiently close by this time to leave no doubt as to what they were. Hamlin cautiously kept back out of sight in the breaks of the ridge, although his keen eyes, searching the upper valley, discovered no sign of pursuit Tired as Dupont’s horse undoubtedly was, he might not yet have attained the Indian encampment,' which, in truth, might be much farther away than Hughes had supposed. The fact that no spirals of smoke were visible puzzled the Sergeant, for in that frosty air they should naturally be perceived for a considerable distance. Possibly, however, the bluffs were higher and more abrupt farther up stream, affording better chances of concealment. Indeed k was quite probable that the Indians would seek the most sheltered spot available for their winter camp, irrespective of any possible fear of attack. Reasonably safe from a winter campaign, the atrocities of the past summer would naturally tend to make them unusually cautious and watchful. Molly, muffled to the eyes In her thick blanket, permitted her pony to follow the other without guidance, until they both dipped down into the hollow, safe from any possible observation. In some mysterious way the overpowering feeling of terror which had controlled her for days past had departed. The mere presence of Hamlin was an assurance of safety. As she watched him. erect in saddle, his blue overcoat tightly buttoned, his revolver belt strapped outside, she no longer felt any consciousness of the Barrounding desolation or the nearness of savage foes. Her heart beat fast and her cheeks flushed in memory of what had so swiftly occurred between them. Without thought, or struggle, she gave herself unreservedly to his guidance, serenely confident in his power to succeed. He was a man so strong, so resourceful, so fitted to the environment, that her trust in him was unquestioned. She needed to ask nothing; was content to follow in silence. Even as she realized the completeness of her surrender, the Sergeant, relaxing none of his watchfulness, checked his pony so that they could ride onward side by side. "We will follow the trail back,” he explained, glancing aside at her face. ‘‘lt is easier to follow than to strike out for ourselves across the open.” "Where does It lead?" “To an old cow-camp on the Ctmar-

ron. There is a trooper there waiting. Shall I tell you the story?” “I wish you would.” , “And then I am to have yours in return—everything ?” “Yes,” she said, and their eyes met. “There is nothing to conceal —from you.” He told his tale simply, and in few words; how he had missed, and sought after, her in Dodge; how that searching had led directly to the discovery of crime, and finally the revealment of Major McDonald’s body. He told of his efforts at organizing a party to follow the fugitives, inspired by a belief that she was a prisoner, of the trip through the blizzard, and of how he had succeeded in outstripping Dupont in the race. The girl listened silently, able from her own experience to fill in the details of that relentless pursuit, which could not be halted either by storm or ballets. The strength,-the determination of the man, appealed to her with new force, and tears welled into her eyes. “Why, you are crying!” he exclaimed in surprise. “That is nothing,” her lips smiling, as she loosened one hand from the blanket and reached across to clasp his. “You must know, dear, how happy I am to have found you. No one else could have done this.” “Oh, yes, little girl,” soberly. “Wasson would have gone on, if I had been the one to go down. The hardest part of it all was waiting for the storm to cease, not knowing where yon were hidden —that nearly drove me insane.” “I understand; uncertainty is harder to bear than anything else. Shall I tell you now what happened to me?” “Yes,” tenderly, “as much, or as little as you please.” “Then it shall be everything dear," her hand-clasp tightening. A moment she hesitated, looking out across the snow plains, and then back into his eyes. From their expression she gained courage to proceed, her voice low, yet clear enough to make every syllable distinctly audible. “I —I was frightened when you left me alone on the balcony, and went in to confront Mrs. Dupont. I knew the woman and suspected that she would only be too glad to find some indiscretion she could use against me. It occurred to me that possibly she had seen me enter the parlor and was there herself to make sure. If so, she would hesitate at no trick to verify her suspicions. This thought so took possession of me that I determined to escape if possible. And it appeared easy of accomplishment. There waß but a short drop to the ground, while

a few steps around the end of the hotel would bring me safely to the front entrance. The temptation to try was irresistible. I heard your voices within and thought I understood her game. It was dark below, yet I knew how close the earth was, and there was no Bign of any one about I clambered over the railing,, let myself down as far as I could, and dropped. The Blight fall did not even Jar me, yet I was none too soon. As I crouched there in the darkness, she flung open the curtains, and looked out to the vacant balcony. I saw the flash of light, and heard her laugh—it was not pleasant laughter; for she was disappointed not to find me there. After the curtains fell again I could no longer hear your voices, and my sole desire was to get back into the hotel unobserved. I was 'not afraid, only I dreaded to meet any one who might recognize me.” She paused in her recital, as though

to recall more clearly the exact facts/ “The guests were already beginning to straggly -back to the dance hall from supper, and I waited in the shadow of the building for an opportunity to slip into the hotel unobserved. While I hid there a cavalry soldier from the fort 'rode up, swung down from his saddle, and ran up the steps. I - heard him ask for Major McDonald. Almost immediately he came out again ar.d I passed him on the porch. Just inside the door I met my father.' He was leaving the hotel with Dupont, -and the- -latter swore savagely when I caught my father’s arm, asking what message the orderly had brought. He answered strangely, saying he had received orders to go at once to Ripley on the stage; that he might be gone several days. There was nothing about all that to startle a soldier's daughter, but Dupont kept his hand on my father’s arm, urging him to hurry. The actions of thd man aroused my suspicions. I knew my father was acting paymaster, and I could perceive the outlines of a leather bag bulging beneath his overcoat. If this contained money, then I grasped Dupont’s purpose. My plan ,of action occurred to me in a flash—-I would accompany him until—until he was safely in the stage, and find opportunity to whisper warning. I remember asking him to wait a moment for me, and rushing to the cloak room after my coat. But wjien I returned they were gone. I ran out into the street, but they were not to he seen; they had not gone toward the stage office, for the lights revealed that distance clearly, and they bad had no time in which to disappear within. With the one thought that Dupont had lured my ! father out of sight for purposes of robbery, I started to run down the little alley-way next the hotel. I know now how foolish I was, but then I was reckless. It was dark and I saw and heard nothing to warn me of danger. It was in my mind that my father had been lured on to the open prairie behind the hotel. Suddenly I was seized roughly, and a cloth whipped over my face before I could even scream. I heard a voice say: ‘Damned if it ain’t the girl! What will we do with her?’ and then Dupont’s voice answered gruffly: ‘Hell, there ain’t anything to do, but take the little hussy along. She’d queer the whole game, an’ we’ve got an extra horse.’ They jerked me forward so roughly, and I was so frightened that —that I must have fainted. At any rate I remembered nothing more distinctly until we had crossed the river, and I was on horseback wrapped in a blanket, and tied to the saddle. Some one was holding me erect; I could not move my arms, but could see and hear. It was dark, and we were moving slowly; there were two Indians ahead, and a white man riding each side cf me. They thought me unconscious still, and spoke occasionally; little by little I recognized their voices and understood their words.” Her voice broke into a sob, but the Sergeant's eyes were still gazing vigilantly out over the snow-clad hills. “It is hard to tell the rest,” she said finally, “but I learned that it was not robbery, buj; the betrayal of trust My father was guilty, and yet at the same time a victim. I only got the truth In snatches, which I had to piece together, although later I learned other details. Mrs. Dupont had bled my father through some knowledge she had gained of his sister’s family. I cannot even imagine what this could have been, but it was sufficient for her purpose. He gave her all he had, and then —then she heard of this government money being sent to Ripley. She had known about that for several days through the Lieutenant, and had ample time to arrange the plot. My father must have been crazy to have entered into the scheme, but he did, he did. The woman compelled him to it.”

“I understand, Molly,” broke in Hamlin, anxious to spare her the details. “They were to pretend robbery, but with the Major’s connivance. An officer impersonating him, was despatched to Ripley by stage. This would prevent any immediate pursuit. Later the Major was to be released, to return to Dodge with his story. The projection of yourself into the affair disarranged the entire plot, and then a quarrel occurred, and your father was killed.” “Yes; It was over what should be done with me; although I believe now they intended to kill him, so as to retain all the money. The older Indian fired the shot treacherously.” “And Connors?” “Dupont killed him; they were both drunk, and the soldier fired first, but missed." "And after that?” She covered her face with her hands. “It was all a dream of continuous horror, yet through it all, I do not recall consciousness of physical torture. I seemed to be mentally numbed, my brain a blank. It was a 'realization of my father’s guilt more than my own danger which affected me—that and his death. They were not unkind nor brutal. Indeed I do not clearly recall that I was ever spoken to, except when some necessary order was given. One night 1 heard them discuss what should be done with me; that I was to be hiddeD away in Black Kettle's

camp. Generally Dupont spoke to tke Indians In their own tongue, but that night he thought me asleep. I —l bad no hope left—not even faith that you could ever rescue, me.” Hamlin's hand clasped hers firmly, but his eyes were riveted on something in the distance. ‘‘ Wait,” he said, checking his horse, ‘‘what is that? See; down in the valley of the creek! Is it not a moving body of men?"

CHAPTER XXXIV. The Advance of Custer. The Sergeant swung down from the saddle and forced both 1 ponies back below the crest of the hill, his swift glance back over the trail. Then he gazed again searchingly into the valley below. “What.is it?” she questioned. ‘‘A- moving column of horsemen, soldiers from tljeir formation, for Indians never march in column of fours. They are too far away for me to be certain yet What troops can be away out here?” “Wasn’t there to be a winter campaign against Black Kettle?” she questioned. “It .was the rumor at Dodge. Perhaps— : -” “Why, yes, that must be it,” he interrupted eagerly. “Custer and the Seventh. What luck! And ITI be in it with the boys after all.” "Shall we not ride to meet them?” “Soon, yes; only we need to be certain first.” “Are you not?” and she rose in her stirrups. “I am sure they are cavalry-

men. Now you can see clearly as they climb the hill.” ‘‘There is no doubt,” he admitted, "a single troop ahead of the main body; the others will be beyond the bend in the stream.” He stepped back, where he could look directly into her face. “They are soldiers all right,, but that was not what I wanted to be so certain about. When we ride down there, Molly girl, we shall be swallowed up into the old life once more, the old army life.” “Yes." "Perhaps you do not realize how different it will all be from out here alone together.” "Why should it be different?" "I shall be again a soldier in the ranks, under orders, and you Major McDonald’s daughter.” "But—but—” her eyes full of ap peal. “No, littlb girl,” he explained quick ly, reaching up and touching her gently; "we are never going to say anything about that to those down there —his comrades in arms. It is go ing to be our secret. I am glad you told me; it has brought us together as, perhaps, nothing else could, but there is no reason why the world should ever know. Let them think he died defending his trust. Perhaps he did; what you overheard might hbve been said for a purpose, but, even if it were true, he had been driven to it by a merciless woman. It is ours to defend, not blacken his memory.” She bent slowly down until her cheek touched his. “I—l thought you would say that,’ she returned slowly, “but what elße you said Is not so—there will never again be a barrier of rank between us." She straightened in the saddle, looking down into his eyes. “Whoever the officer may be in command of that detachment, I want you to tell him all.” “All?" "Yes. that we. are engaged; I am proud to have them know.” The truth waß shining in her eyes, glowing on her cheeks. She leaned forward. "Kiss me, and believe!" “Molly, Molly,” he whispered, "Never will I doubt again.” (TO BE CONTINUED.)

The Mere Presence of Hamlin Was an Assurance of Safety.

“Never Will I Doubt Again.”