Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 145, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 June 1913 — Page 2

Molly McDonald A TALE Of THE FRONTIER

SYNOPSIS. Major McDonald, commanding an army poet 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 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, Gaskins Molly starts to loin 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 recognises 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 be a daughter of McDonald’s sister. Molly disappears and Hamlin sets out to z . 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 130.000 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 Cimmaron. 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. A fight ensues In which Hughes is shot hy 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. Molly declares her father was forced into the robbers' plot. They meet an advance troop of Custer’s command, starting on a winter campaign against the Indians. Hamlin remains as guide.

CHAPTER XXXV—Continued. From the top of the ridge they could look down on the toiling column of cavalrymen below in the bluff shadow, and gaze off over the wide expanse of valley, through which ran the half-frozen Canadian. “Whar wus thet pony herd?” Hamlin pointed up the valley to the place where the swerve came In the stream. “Just below that point; do you see where the wind has swept the ground —bare?” “Sure they weren’t buffalo?” “They were ponies all right, and herded.” The two men spurred back across the hills, and made report to Elliott There was no hesitancy in that officer. The leading squadron was instantly swung into formation as skirmishers, and sent forward. From river-bank to crest of bluff they plowed through the drifts, overcoats strapped behind and carbines flung forward in readiness for action, but as they climbed to that topmost ridge, eager, expectant, it was only to gaze down upon a deserted camp, trampled snow, and blackened embers of numerous fires. Hamlin was the first to scramble down the stee’p bluff, dismount, and drag his trembling horse sliding after. Behind plunged Corbin and Elliott, anxious to read the signs, to open the pages of this wilderness book. A glance here and there, a testing of the blackened embers, a few steps along the broad trail, and these plainsmen knew the Ktpry. The Major straightened up, his ““ 'hand on his horse's neck, his eyes sweeping those barren plains to the southward, r “Corbin,” be said sharply, “ride back to General Custer at top speed. Tell him we have discovered a Cheyenne -camp here at the mouth of Buffalo Creek of not less than a hundred and fifty warriors, deserted, and not to exceed twenty-four horses. Their trail leads south toward the Washita. Report that we shall cross the river in pursuit at once, and keep on cau- . tiously until dark. Take a man with you: no, not Sergeant Hamlin, I shall need him here." The scout was off like a shot, riding straight- down the valley, a trooper pounding along behind him. Major Elliott ran his eyes over the little .bunch of cavalrymen. “Captain Sparling, send two of your men to test the depth of water there where those Indians crossed. As soon as ascertained we will ford the river.”

CHAPTER XXXVI. Ready to Attack. There was a ford but It was rocky and dangerous, and so narrow that

SNAPSHOTS AT RIGHT ANGLES

German Scientist Apparently Looks Away From Subject While Taking a Picture. Herr Dr, Welssenberger of Berlin, who is visiting with the German doctors. is somewhat of an amateur detective along scientific lines. Part of his equipment consists of a camera, which Is calculated to deceive even the moot wary subject. Dr. Wefssenbarger has photographed every mam.

By R ANDALL PARRISH

Author of “Keith a/roe “border; My Lady of Doubt .’ My Lady I oo«nt»o»ff by a-c-mcclurg & co.

hbrse after horse slipped aside into the swift current, bearing his rider with him into the icy water. Comrades hauled the unfortunate ones forth, and fires were hastily built under shelter of the south bank. Those who reached the landing dry shared their extra clothing with those watersoaked, and hot coffee was hastily served to all alike. Eager as the men were to push forward, more than an hqur was lost in passage, for the stream was bank full, the current rapid and littered with quantities of flcatlng ice. Some of these ice cakes stirtlec the struggling horses and infli :ted painful wounds, and it was only by a tree use of ropes and lariats that th 5 entire command finally succeeded iu attaining the southern shore. Shivei Ing with the cold, the troopers again to 1 tnd their saddles and pressed grimly so ward on the trail. Hamlin, with five others, led the way along a beaten) track which had been trampled by the passing herd of Indian ponies and plainly inarked by the trailing poles of numerous wicky-ups. Tnis led straight away into the south across the valley of the Canadian, on to the plains beyond. The snow here was a foot deep on a level, and in places the going was heavy. As they advanced, the weather moderated somewhat, and the upper crust became soft. Before them stretched the dreary level of the plains, broken by occasional ravines and little isolated patches of trees. No sign of Indians was seen other than the deserted trail, and confident that the band had had fully twenty-four hours’ start their pursuers advanced as"fapidly as the ground would permit. The very clearness of the trail was evidence that the Indians had no conception that they were being followed. Confident of safety in their winter retreat, they were making no effort to protect their rear, never dreaming there were soldiers within hundreds

miles. Whatever report Dupont had made, it had awakened no alarm. Why should it? So far as he knew there were but two men pursuing him into the wilderness, and both of these he believed lying dead in the snow. Steadily, mile after mile, they rode, and it was after dark when the little column was finally halted beside a stream, where they could safely hide themselves in a patch of timber. Tiny fires were built under protection of the steep banks of the creek, and the men made coffee, and fed their hungry horses. The silence was profound. It was a dark night, although the surrounding snow plains yielded a spectral light. Major Elliott, drinking coffee and munching hardtack with the troop captain, sent for Sergeant Hamlin. The latter advanced within the glow of the fire, and saluted. “We have beep gaining on those fellows, Sergeant,” the Major began, “and must be drawing' close to the Washita.”

“We are travelling faster than they did, sir,” was the reply, “because they had to break trail, and there were some women and children with them. I have no knowledge of this region, but the creek empties into the Washita without doubt.” “That would be my judgment. Sparling and I were just talking it over. I shall wait here uhtil Custer comes up; my force is too small to attack openly, and my orders are not to bring on an engagement. Custer has some Osage scouts with him who will know this country. "But, Major,” ventured Hamlin, "if the General follows our trail it will be hours yet before he can reach here, and then his men will be completely exhausted.”

"He wilt not follow our trail. He has Corbin and ‘California Joe’ with him. They are plainsmen wh<fr know their business. He'll cross the Canadian, and strike out across the plains to intercept us. In that way he will have no farther to travel than we hate had. In my judgment we shall not wait here long alone. Have you eaten T’ "No, sir; I have been stationing the guard.” "Then sit down here and share what little we have. We can waive formality tonight.” It was after nine o'clock when the sentries challenged the advance of Custer’s column, as it stole silently out of the gloom. Ten minutes later the men were hovering about the tires, absorbing such small comforts ns were possibl'e, while the General and Major Elliott discussed the situation and planned to push forward. An hour later the fires were extinguished,

ber of the German physicians’ party he wanted to, and none of them knew a thing about it. He lifts what looks like a small telescope to his eye and looks away from the very man he wants to snapshot. His Interest seems to be centered at right angles from the subject, but if the man who is unwittingly photographed chanced to be swift enough be might catch the instant gleam of a powerful little lens set in the side of the rounded barrel of the fake telescope. As the operator ot the camera looks apparently

the horses quietly saddled, and noiselessly the tired cavalrymen moved cut once more and took up the trait The moon had risen, lighting up the desert, and the Osage guides, together with the two scouts, led the way.. At Custer's request Hamlin rode beside him in the lead of the troopers. Not a word w'as spoken above a whisper, and strict orders were passed down the line prohibiting the lighting of a match or the smoking of a pipe. Canteens were muffled and swords thrust securely under saddle flaps. Like a body of spectres they moved silently across the snow in the moonlight, cavalry capes drawn over their heads, the only sound the crunching of horses’ hoofs breaking through the crust.

The trail was as distinct as a road, and the guides pushed ahead as rapidly as by daylight, yet with ever increasing caution. Suddenly one of the Otsages signalled for a halt, averring that be smelled fire. The scouts dismounted and crept forward, discovering a small campfire, deserted but still smouldering, in a strip of timber. Careful examination made it certain that this fire must have been kindled by Indian boys, herding ponies during the day, and probably meant that the village was close at hand. The Osage guides and the two white scouts again picked up the trail, the cavalry advancing slowly some distance behind. Custer, accompanied by Hamlin, rode a yard to the rear and Joined the scouts, who were cautiously feeling their way up a slight declivity. The Osage in advance crept through the snow to the crest of the ridge and looked carefully down into the valley below; Instantly his hand went up in a gesture of caution and he hurriedly ipade his cautious way back to where Custer sat his horse waiting. “What is it? What did you see?” “Heap Injuns down there!” The General swung down from his saddle, motioned the Sergeant to follow, and the two men crept to the crest and looked over. The dim moonlight was confusing, while the shadow of timber rendered everything indistinct. Yet they were able to make out a herd of ponies, distinguished the distant bark of a dog and the tinkle of a bell. Without question this was the Indians’ winter camp, and they had reached it undiscovered. Custer, glanced at his watch —the hour was' past midnight. He pressed Hamlin’s sleeve, his lips close to the Sergeant’s ear.

“Creep back and bring my officers up here,” he whispered. “Have them take off their sabres.” As they crept, one after the other, to where he lay in the snow, the General, whose eyes had become accustomed to the moon-gleam, pointed out the location of the village and such natural surroundings as could be vaguely distinguished. The situation thus outlined in their minds, they drew silently back from the crest, leaving there a single Osage guide on guard, and returned to the; waiting regiment, standing to horse less than a mile distant. Custer’s orders for immediate attack came swiftly, and Hamlin, acting as his orderly, bore them to the several commands. The entire force was slightly in excess of eight hundred men, and there

The Scout Was Off Like a Shot.

every probability that the Indians outnumbered them five to one. Scouts had reported to Sheridan that this camp of Black Kettle’s was the winter rendezvous not only of the Cheyennes, but also of bands of fighting Aiapahoes, Kiowas, Comanches, and even some Apaches, the most daring and desperate warriors of the plains. Yet this was no time to hesitate, to debate; it was a moment for decisive action. The blow must be struck at once, before daylight, with all the power of surprise. The little body of cavalrymen was divided into four detachments. Two of these were at once marched to the left, circling the village silently tn the darkness, and taking up a position at the farther extremity. A third detachment moved to the right and found their way down into the valley, where they lay concealed in a strip of timber. Custer, with the fourth detachment under his own command, remained in position on the trail. The bleeping village was thus completely

out to sea, for Instance, the image of thngs beside him are focused clear before him. His finger is on a hair spring and a pressure records what was on the finder. Detectives in Berlin are being equipped with the camera, which costs about |IOO, so finely constructed are they. The success met with in taking suspects for comparison with existing police photographs has proved the value of theverafty little instrument. So deceiving is the apparatus that the reporter who snapped Dr. Weis-

surrounded, and the order* were for those in command of the different forces to approach as closely as poasible without running risk of discovery, and then to remain absolutely quiet until daybreak. Not a match was to be lighted nor a shot fired until the charge Was sounded by the trumpeter who remained with Custer. Then all were to spur forward as one man. >

CHAPTER XXXVII. The Battlei With the Indians. Corbin had gone with the detachment circling to the left, and “California Joe’’ was with the other in the valley, but Hamlin remained with the chief. About them was profound silence. the men standing beside their horses. There was nothing to do but wait, every nerve at high tension. The wintry air grew colder, but the troopers were not allowed to make the slightest noise, not even to swing their arms or stamp their feet. 'After the last detachment swept silently out into the night, there still remained four hours of daylight. No one knew what had occurred; the various troops had melted away into the dark and disappeared. No word, no sound had come back. They could only wait in faith on their comrades. The men were dismounted, each holding hi* own horse in instant readiness for action. Not a few, wearied with the day’s work, while still clinging to their bridles, wrapped the capes of their overcoats over their heads and threw themselves down in the snow, and fell asleep.

At the first sight of dawn Hamlin was sent down the line to arouse them. Overcoats were taken off and strapped to the saddles. carbines loaded and slung, pistols examined and loosened in their holsters,, saddles recinched, and curb chains carefully looked after. This was the work of but a few moments, the half-frozen soldiers moving with an eagerness that sent the hot blood coursing fiercely through numbed limbs. To the whispered command to mount, running from Jip to lip along the line, the men sprang joyously into their saddles, their quickened ears and eager eyes ready for the signal. Slowly, at a walk, Custer led them forward toward the crest of the hill, where the Osage guide watched through the spectral light of dawn the doomed village beneath. To the uplift of a hand the column halted, and Custer and his bugler went forward. A step behind crouched the Sergeant, grasping the reins of three horses, while a little to the right, beyond the sweep of the coming charge, waited the regimental band. Peering over the crest, the leader saw through the dim haze, scarcely five hundred yards distant, dotting the north bank of the Washita for more than a quarter of a mile, the Indian village. There was about it scarcely a sign of human life. From the top of two or three of the tepees light wreaths of smoke floated languidly out on the wintry air, and beyond the pony herd was restlessly moving. Even as he gazed, half convinced that the Indians had been warned, the village deserted, the sharp report of a rifle rang out in the distance. Hamlin saw the General spring upright, his lips uttering the sharp command, “Sound the charge!" Even while the piercing blare of the bugle cut the frosty air, there was a jingle of steel as the troopers behind spurred forward. Almost at the Instant the three dismounted men were in saddle. Custer waved his hand at the band, shouted “Play!" and to the rollicking air of “Garry Owen,” the eager col-, umn of horsemen broke into a mad gallop, and with ringing cheers and mighty rush, swept over the ridge straight down into the startled village. To Hamlin, at Custer’s side, reins in his teeth, a revolver in either hand, what followed was scarcely a memory It remained afterward as a blurred, indistinct picture of action, changing so rapidly as to leave no definite outlines. He heard the answering call of three bugles; the deafening thud of horses’ hoofs; the converging cheers of excited troopers; the mingling ring of revolver shots; a sharp order cleaving the turmoil; the wild neigh of a stricken horse; the guttural yells of Indians leaping from their tepees into the open. Then he was in the heart of the village, firing with both hands; before him, about him, half-naked savages fighting desperately, striking at him with knives, firing from the shelter of tepees, springing at him with naked hands in a fierce effort to drag him from the saddle. It was all confusion, chaos, a babble of noise, his eyes blinded by glint of steel and glare of fire. The impetus of their rush carried them irresistibly forward; over and through tents they rode, across the bodies of living and dead; men reeled and fell from saddles; riderless horses swept on unguided; revolvers emptied were flung aside, and hands closed hard on sabre hilts. Foot by foot, yard by yard, they drove the wedge of their charge, until they swept through the fringe of tepees, out into the stampeded pony herd. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

The faith that counts is the kind that always counts on results.

senberger using the camera did not think until afterward when he was told by the doctor that he would exchange pictures with him that he him self had been snapshotted in return.

Fine for Two.

"Did you ever tell that young man that late hours were bad for one?" asked father at the breakfast table "Well, father," replied the wise daugh ter, "late hours may be bad for one, but they’re all right for two."

PROPER CARE OF CUT GLASS

If Treated With Proper Consideration Glassware Should Last for Many Years. \ ■ 1.l When glassware is treated with consideration it will last for a generation, but in the hands of a careless maid its beauty is soon marred by cracks or broken edges. When a few simple precautions are followed its brilliancy and flawless surface will remain for years in a state of preservation. Tepid water, the best castile or other pure soap, and a stiff brush are the first essentials. After washing and rinsing place the cut glass in boxwood sawdust This will absorb the moisture in the cutting. Next remove the sawdust from the plain surfaces with a soft cloth. By following these directions the original clearness and sparkle of the glass will be maintained. Shot should not be used in carafes, cruets, toilet and similar articles. It is very apt to scratch the glass, and thus mar its beauty. Prosaic potato peelings are the best aids. Let them remain in the glassware over night, and then rinse out with a little tepid water.

A very important point is to avoid sudden changes from extreme heat to extreme cold, and vice versa. A pitcher or tumbler which has been filled with ice water, a tray that has been used for ice cream, if plunged at once into hot water will be apt to crack. Use tepid water and the risk of breakage is avoided. The sudden change from heat to cold is just as dangerous. Glassware should never be removed from a closed cabinet where it has become heated and brought immediately into contact witp a cold substance. Cool the glass for a time in water before subjecting it to the extreme temperature.

HINT ON CLEANING CARPETS

With a Little Care Soiled Floor Covering Can Be Made to Look Bright and Clean. Many a housewife’s heart aches when she notices spots which mar the beauty of her living room, carpet or bedroom carpet; but there is a way to remove them. Mix together a quantity of fuller’s earth and enough boiling water to make a paste. Apply this mixture to the grease spots while it is quite hot and do not brush it away until it is thoroughly dry. Equal quantities of magnesia and fuller’s earth moistened with boiling water will prove especially efficacious if applied to the spots. If carpets are very dirty, they may be successfully washed in the following manner:

To every two gallons of boiling water add one ounce of yellow soap and one dram of soda. With a clean flannel, dipped in this liquid, wash the carpet well, doing a small portion at a time. Rinse with clean hot water and allow the carpet to dry. The colors will be greatly improved by afterward applying a cloth dipped in ammonia.

Asparagus Soup.

After boiling the stalks of asparagus till tender put them in layers in a baking dish, each layer with cream sauce and a sprinkling of seasoned bread crumbs,, having the crumbs dotted with butter. Brown in the oven. A variation of this dish is to mix grated cheese with the cream sauce. Do not throw away the water in which asparagus is boiled, for, if milk is added and the soup thickened with a roux of butter and flour, it is very tasty. Serve with croutons and a few of the tips of the asparagus cut in the soup.

Novel Orange Jelly.

Mix together two tablespoonfuls of gelatine with a large cupful of orange juice, one orange peeled and sliced very thin, the juice of one lemon, two cupfuls of sugar and one pint of boiling water. Let it stand after mixing it well until it is cold. Then strain it and store in the beaten whites of two egg*. The latter give a pretty and frosty effect to the jelly.

To Preserve Flowers.

Dip the flowers in melted paraffin, withdrawing them quickly. The liquid should only be hot enough to maintain its fluidity, and the flowers should be dipped one at a time, held by the stem and moved about for an Instant to get rid of the air bubbles. Fresh flowers, free from moisture, make excellent specimens.

French Beefsteak.

Cut your beefsteak two-thirds of an Inch thick from a fillet of beef; dip into melted butter, lay them on a hot gridiron and broil over fresh coals. When very nearly done, sprinkle with pepper and salt Have ready some parsley, chopped fine and mixed with softened butter. Beat them to a cream and pour in the middle of the dish Dip each piece of steak In the butter, turning over, and lay them around on the platter. Serve with lemon juice and very hot

Cleaning Glasses.

Tumblers which have- been used for milk should always be rinsed in cold water-before they are washed in hot When this is done the milk does not stick to the glass, and there is no danger of their looking cloudy.

Mexican Fishballs.

Equal parts of codfish and mashed potatoes, thoroughly mixed with cooked red beets chopped fine; mold teto balls, brown in the fat of salt pork and garnish with the crisp bits of fried pork f ■ \

Practical Fashions

In this design we have an excellent model for a lady’s four-gored skirt, a design that represents one of the cleverest styles of the season. This garment closes at the center front and may be made with Empire or regulation waist line and with inverted plait or habit back. Any of the wanted fabr|cs so popular at present may be employed in the construc-i tlon of the skirt. The pattern (6089) is cut in sizes 22 to 30 inches, waist measure. Bizet 24 measures 3% yards at lower edge, and requires 4% yards of 36-inch material. To procure this pattern send 10 cento to “Pattern Department,” of this paper. Write name and address plainly, and besure to give and number of pattern.

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GIRLS PRINCESS SLIP.

This model gives a princess slip for a little girL It may be made with or without circular flounce and with round or square neck. The design slwws the slip developed in cambric w/th edging at the neck and armholes and the flounce embellished with two rows of insertion and a ruffle of embroidery edging. The pattern (6075) is cut in sizes 4 to 12 years. Medium size will require 2% yards of 36-inch material, 2% yards of insertion and 2 yards of edging. To procure this pattern send 10 cent* to "Pattern Department," of this paper. Write name and address plainly, and be sure to give size and number of pattern.

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Other Ideas Than Poetry.

There’s more than a poetic soul to London’s latest literary find in the ex* mechanic, John Helston. He has not mastered Shakespeare, he admits, nor learned Browning by heart, but he has made a few observations. “'Till a few weeks ago,” he announced upon bMng wined and dined by numerous London literary lights, “when the newspapers began to print articles about me—all bally rot it was. too, most of it —I wasn't used to this kind of feed. I was more used to heating my dinner on a shovel. Kind, I call it, awfully kind they are to me. Lady Margaret Sackville, she’s read every line I’ve ever done, and a lot of it was rot, and she said so, and I chucked it But some of the things they said was rot wasn’t rot and I knew it, and that part I wouldn’t chuck, no, not if Shakespeare himself came up to me and said it wga rot**

His Handicap.

"Roger, *’ murmured the lovely maiden, “why so silent?” “Mildred, dear,” faltered the young man, red and flustered, “the only thing I can think of to say—to say to you this evening is—is a little speech I’ve already vrltten in a magazine story that’s in the hands of the publishers and will be out this month!”

Insult Either Way.

It is an Insult to one’s morals to be Called fast, and an insult to one’s intelligence tp be called slow.—Lifo-