Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 149, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 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 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 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 es shooting him. The sergeant is proven Innocent. He sees Molly In company with Mrs. Dupont, whom he recognises as a former sweetheart, whc 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 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 $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 Cimmaron. Hamlin discovers a log cabin hidden under" a bluff, occupied by Hughes, a cow thief, who is laying for T* Ferre, who cheated him in a cattle deal. His description identifies LeFevre and Dupont as one and the same. Hughes ehet Wasson mistaking him for one of LeFevre’sl party. Hamlin and Hughes take up the trail of LeFevre, who is carrying Mollv to the Indian’s camp. Two' days out they sight the fugitives. A fight ensues in which Hughes is shot by ar, Indian. Dying, he makes a desperate attempt to shoot LeFevre, but hits Hamlin, while the latter Is disarming Le Fevre. TieFevre 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. The winter camp of Black Kettle Is discovered. Custer plans an attack. Indians are surprised end defeated In a desperate fight. Hamlin Is sent with report to Sheridan. CHAPTER XXXVlll.—Continued. At the Cimarron the half-frozen Indian collapsed, falling from his saddle into the 6now utterly exhausted. Staggering himself like a drunken man, the Sergeant dragged the nerveless body into a crevice of the blufT out of the wild sweep of the wind, trampled aside the snow into a wall of shelter, built a hasty fire, and poured hot coffee between the shivering lips. With the earliest gray of another dawn, the white man caught the strongest pony, and rode on alone. He never knew the story of those hours — only that his trail led straight into the north. He rode erect at first, then leaning forward dinging to the mane; now and then he staggered along on foot dragging his pony by the rein. Once he stopped to eat, breaking the Tee in a creek for water. It began to

They Paused to Light a Fire.

■now, the thick fall of flakes blotting out the horizon, leaving him to stumble blindly through the murk. Then darkneßs ’came, wrapping him in a cloak of silence in the midst of that unspeakable desert. His limbs stiffened, bis brain reeled from intense fatigue. He dragged himself back into the saddle, pressing the pony into a slow trot. Suddenly out of the wall of gloom sprang the yellow lights of Camp Supply. Beneath these winking eyea of guidance there burst the red glare of a fire. Even as he saw It the pony fell, but the exhausted man had forgotten now everything but duty. The knowledge that be had won the

TORTOISE SETS CHURCH AFIRE

Pst of Denver (Colo.) Pastor Upsets Lamp and Threatening Blaze Follows. The average Are in church edifices is either the result of a defective furnace that was "all right last spring" or the work of an Insane or revengeful Incendiary. U la rare that a church Are originates In any other manner. Hut now from the west, which ever seems to be like the ancient neonle of

By RANDALL PARRISH

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long struggle brought him new strength. He wrenched his feet free from the stirrups, and ran forward, calling to the guard. They met him, and he stood straight before them, every nerve taut—a soldier. “I bring dispatches from Custer,” he said slowly, holding himself firm. “Take me to General Sheridan.” The corporal walked beside him, down the trampled road, questioning eagerly as they passed the line of shacks toward the double log house where the commander was quartered. Hamlin heard, and answered briefly, yet was conscious only of an effort to retain his strength. Once within, he saw only the short, sturdy figure sitting behind a table, the shaggy gHray beard, the stern, questioning eyOh which surveyed him. He stood there straight, motionless, his uniform powdered with snow, 1 his teeth clinched so as not to betray weakness, his face roughened by exposure, grimy with dirt, and disfigured by a week’s growth of beard. Sheridan stared at him, shading his eyes from the glow of the lamp. “You' are from Caster?” ‘‘Yes, sir.” He drew the papers rrom within his overcoat, stepped forward and laid them on the table. Sheridan placed one hand upon»t£em, but did not remove his gaze from Hamlin’s face. ‘‘When did you leave?” “The evening of the 27th, sir. I was sent back with an Osage guide to bring you this report.” “And the guide?” - "He gave out on the Cimarron and I came on iIo»e.” “And Custer? Did he strikd Black Kettle?” “We found his camp on the evening of the 26th, and attacked at daybreak the next morning. There were more Indians with him than we expected to find—between two and three thousand, warriors from all the southern tribes. Their tepees were set iy> for ten miles along the Washita. We caiitured Black Kettle’s village, and destroyed it; took his pony herd, and released a number of white prisoners, including some women and children. There was a sharp fight, and we lost quite a few men; I left too early to learn how many.” . “And ttye command—is it in any danger?” “I think not, sir. General Custer was confident he could retire safely. The Indians were thoroughly whipped, and apparently had no chief under whom they could rally.” The General opened the single sheet of paper, and ran his eyes slowly down the lines of writing. Hamlin, feeling his head reel giddily, reached out silently and grasped the back of a-chair in support. Sheridan glanced up. “General Custer reports Major Elliott as missing and several officers badly wounded.” y “Yes, sir.” “What Indians were engaged, and under what chiefs?” “Mostly Cheyennes, although there were bands of Arapahoes, Kiowas, Comanches, and a few Apaches. Little Rock was in command after Black Kettle was killed—that is of the Cheyennes. Little Raven, and Santanta led the others.” “A fiend, that last. But, Sergeant, you are exhausted. I will talk with you tomorrow. The officer of the day will assign you quarters.” Haiffiin, still clinging to the chair with one hand, lifted the other in salute. “General Sheridan,” he said, striving to control his voice, “General Custer’s last words to me were that I was to tell you who I am. I do not know* what he meant, but he said you would have news far me.” "Indeed!” in surprise, stiffening in his chair. “Yes, sir—my name is Hamlin.” “Hamlin! Hamlin!” the Geiferal repeated the word. “I have no recollection —why, yes, by Gad! You were a Confederate colonel.” “Fourth Texas Infantry.” “That - * It! I have It now; you were court-martialed after the affair at Fisher's Hill, and dismissed from the service—disobedience of orders, or something like that. Wait a minute.” He rapped sharply on the table, and the door behind, leading into the other room, instantly opened to admit the orderly. In the dim light of the single lamp Hamlin saw the short, stocky figure of a soldier, bearded, and immaculately clean. Even as the

Athens, seeking "either to hear or tell some new thing,” comes the startling and well authenticated report that a harmless and unassuming tortoise has set Are to St. Mark's church, Denver, Colo., and that a disastrous conflagration was all but averted. Whether the recent missionary convention and the influx of ecclesiastical dignitaries into Denver excited his tortoiseship and made him temporarily non compos mentis, or whether the worshipers in the church disturbed his slumbers by uniting too heartily In

fellow’s gloved hand came sharply up to his cap visor, Sheridan snapped out: r% “Orderly, see if you recognize this man.’’ , - Erect, the very impersonation <rf military discipline, the soldier crossed the room, and stared into the unshaven face of the Sergeant. Suddenly his eyes brightened, and he wheeled about as If pn a pivot, again bringing his gloved hand up In salute. “Eet vas Colonel Hamlin, I tink ya,” he said in strong German accent. “I know heem.” The Sergeant gripped his arm, bringing his face about once more. “You are Shultz —Sergeant-Major Shultz!” he erted. “What ever became of you? What is it you know?" “Wait a minute, Hamlin,” said Sheridan quickly, rising to his feet. “I can explain this much better than that Dutchman. He means well enough, but his tongue twists, It seems Custer met you once in the Shenandoah, and later heard of your dismissal from the service. One night he spoke about the affair in my quarters, Shultz was present on duty and overheard. He spoke up like a little man; said he was there when you got your orders, that they were delivered verbally by the sta# officer, and he repeated them for us word for word. He was taken prisoner an hour later, and never heard of your court-martial. Is that it, Shultz?” “Mine Gott, ya; I sa dot alretty," fervently. “He tell you not reconnoi-

"He Is My Soldier."

sance—charge! I heard eet twice. Gott in Himmel, vat a hell in der pines!” “Hamlin,” continued Sheridan quietly, “there is little enough we can do to right this wrong. There is no way in which that Confederate courf-mar-tlal can be reconvened. But I shall have Shultz’s deposition taken and scattered broadcast. We will clear your name of stain. What became of that cowardly .cur who lied?” Hamlin pressed one Jiand against his throbbing temples, struggling against the faintnes's which threatened mastery. “He —he paid for it, sir,” he managed to say. “He—he died three days ago in Black Kettle’s camp.” “You got him!” “Yes—-I—l got him.” ■— “I have forgotten—what was the coward’s name?” “Eugene Le Fevre, but in Kansas they called him Dupont?* “Dupont! Dupont!” Sheridan struck the table with closed fist. “Good Lord, man! Not husband of that woman who ran off with Lieutenant Gaskins, from Dodge?” “I—l never heard—” The room whirled before him in mist, the faces vanished; he heard an exclamation from Shultz, a sharp command from Sheridan, and then seemed to crumble up on the floor. There was the sharp rustle of a woman’s skirt, a quick, light step, the pressure of an. arm beneath his head. “Quick, orderly, he’s fainted,” it was the General’s voice, sounding afar off. “Get some brandy, Shultz. Here, Miss McDonald, let' me hold the man’s head.” She turned slightly, her soft hand pressing back the hair from Hamlin’s forehead. “No,” she protested firmly, “he is my soldier.” And the Sergeant, looking past the face of the girl he loved saw tears dimming the stern eyes of his commander. THE END.

Punished.

“Camp life,” said the returned war correspondent, “was not without its disagreeable features. Frequently we missed mealß because the cookee didn't know the range. Often our meals consisted of hot shot served on the half Bhell. Even coming back on the transport we couldn't get up card games because the ship had only a quarter deck. Even the men’s wages suffered, for when our boat landed we were docked.” The managing editor looked at him In withering scorn, then transferred him to the Wall street office. •'Thip,” he Mild, “will help you to curb your »toA of miserable puns."

the singing of the hymns and the reading of the responses or the I’salter, we are not Informed, but whatever the cause, the tortoise upset a lamp and the Are resulted.

Whet Puzzled Him.

"What are you puzzling about?" “I’m writing a sketch for vaudeville on the current political situation." “Wfll. you ought to have plenty of good stuff to put in.” “That isn't"what puzzles me. I’ve got so inuch good stuff I don’t know what to leave out"

NATURE’S CURE-ALL

Cure a felon. Cure malaria. c. * . Lemon juice will; Prevent diphtheria. Make the hair fluffy. Beautify the complexion. Cure a sore throat or cough. Drive away a sick headache. For the hair, add the juice of a lemon to the last rinsing water of a shampoo. For a sore throat, gargle with pure, undiluted, unsweetened lemon jnice. ,-~* - r i"; <► ’ * r For a cough or cold, mix equal parts of lemon juice and strained honey, and take a tablespoonful ever hour. For malaria, mix the juice of half a lemon with two tablespoonfuls of water and e little sugar, and drink three times a day. For a sick headache, mix one part lemon juice and two parts boiling water, and sip a teacupful as hot as possible every two hours. For a felon, cut off the end of a lemon, stick the finger into the hole and bind It on. Let it ptay for a day or two, when it will be ready to lance. For the complexion, mix equal parts of rose water and glycerin and dip a cut lemon into this and rut) the face with it. After it dries, rub with cold cream. _

SIGNS AND SUPERSTITIONS

A cat’s sneeze is said to be a sure sign of rain. A goat has a peculiar cry which it utters when rain is near. The bark of a fox at night is Said to be a sure sign of storm. The sand mole makes a mourn'ful sound when the frost is near. If the deer’s coat is gray in October, a severe winter is to follow. It is regarded as a sure sign of death in Germany to hear a cricket’s cry. Rain is, in many parts of this country, expected to follow close upon the loud chirping of crickets. Spaniards of the sixteenth century believed that wherever spiders were found in abundance gold existed also. Although an insect sacred to the Egyptians, the beetle has small place in folklore. It is considered unlucky in England to kill a beetle. The ancients maintained that there was a close connection between bees and the soul. Porphyry speaks of “those souls which the ancients called bees.’’ German tribes regard stag beetles as a diabolic origin, and all beetles are thoroughly detested in Erin. It is believed that to see a beetle will bring a heavy rainstormupon the following day.

FACTS AND FANCIES

Any form of torture is preferable to that inflicted by the rustic seat. Hero is another inviolable rule: No boy preacher knows much about sin. Some men are born that way. Others grow round shouldered carrying life insurance. a' The trouble with the amateur show Is that two or more performances nearly always are given. One husband is as good as a college education, yet some women insist upon a post-graduate course. A hero may also be described as a man who has taken the precaution to establish friendly relations with the reporters. The recent charge that George Ade isn’t funny can also be substantiated in the case of any other citizen against whom it may be brought. When a man spends half bis time bending his elbow over a * bar he ought not to complain of a cramp when he has to Blgn a few checks.

FROM “BECAUSE OF JANE"

“There are but two classes of people in the world —the born getters and the born givers.” “The young at heart will always like to see a fat man sit down suddenly on the floor. Verbal witticisms are no use to them.” “The ladies talked together about clothes, and characters, , and com* plaints, and children—the four c’s which comprise the whole pollta female after-dinner “She always had the indeffnlte feeling that tomorrow was going to be splendid- Some people keep it until they die. And to lose it —that la age.”—Because of Jane, by 1? E. Buckrose.

ON RIM OF THE DESERT

EDWIN ASA DIX recently wrote for the New York Evening Post an entertaining letter of travel along Barbary’s coasts. From his descirption of Tripoli the following paragraphs are taken, though it will be seen that he wrote before the ancient city had become the center of a military movement: Tripoli in Barbary, the Turkish city, stands up wonderfully behind its *ong walls, as viewed from the deck in the early morning. Its distant buildings show every tint of buff and amber and creamy white, with here and there a dash of pink or soft blue. Seven minarets, each with tip or spire of emerald green, point the way of heaven to the faithful, and two frowning gray fortresses threaten the way in other direction to infidel assailants. The view is distant, because there is no harbor and the wide bay is shallow. Ships must lie well out in the offing. Here is a city little known to the world, though so alluringly in the currents of the world’s travel and trade. Few traders and fewer tourists visit Tripoli. Probably not many persons could even ,tell you exactly where this Turkish desert colony is. Must Have Escort. The landing is made in small boats, and passports or passes consulaires must-be shown at the little landing stage before permission to land is granted. It is wetl to repair at once to the British, French, or Italian consulate, to obtain the escort and* protection of a kavass, for the native Tripolitans are none too' well disposed toward casual foreigners. Under the guidance, then, of the kavass or janissary, a resplendent ebony individual in a gorgeous Uniform and bearing the baton or big stick of office, we explore the city. One realizes at once that one has left European soil and the methods of European municipal governments. The streets are dirty, narrow, and illpaved; everywhere are evidences that the city is left largely to govern itself in tht approved Turkish fashion. But it is full of novelty and varied interest. Here is a great market square, with arcades at the sides, and with a rude but massive stone fountain in the center. Vendors squat on the ground behind strips of matting, on which are little piles of orangeß, lemons. Ago, vegetables, grains, nutß, fish, dried locusts and other unedlblelooking edibles. Cooks fry fritters in oil over basins of glowing charcoal. Laden donkeys push their way through the throng, camels strut sullenly by, children shout and play, and all the dally life of a busy Oriental mart unrolls itself. Farther on are the long, covered alleys of the chief bazaar, the Souk el Turc. Here are iyory and ostrich feathers and quaint native Jewelry. In another direction lies the Hara or Jewish quarter, giving glimpses into queer little shops and Into the patios or interior courts of the private houses. Roman Arch. In the very center of the city we are reminded that Rome, the Universal, has been in Tripoli. Here standß a solid ornate triumphal arch, built in the comparatively rare form styled quadroons, of marble once white, now darkened and defaced by time. An inscription still legible records that it was erected by a quaestor under the joint reign of Lucius Aellus Veras and Marcus Aurelius. It stands low, for it is half-buried In the accumulated soil, and one of its portyls is debased to the purpose of a native cooper’s shop. But its carvings still preserve something of their ancient beauty, and the structure standing there in the tyeart of an alien city and civilization during all these centuries speaks of the power and prestige of the days of the Cacfsara. The desert comes close up to Tripoli on all sides. There 1b no hinterland, as there is with Tangier and Algiers and Tunis. There are rich resources

STREET SCENE IN TRIPOLI

in the sands behind it, but in the Trl* politaine there is no attempt at development. The city carries on a limited caravan trade with the interior, as it has done from time immemorial, but the trade is attended with difficulties. The desert tribes are fierce and savage, and they rob and kill. No European, no Tripolitan even, can possibly venture into this part of the ■Sahara unprotected. When the caravans go, it is in vast numbers, comprising two hundred, five hundred, or even a thousand camels, with armed attendants forming a private army, and their return, months or even two or three years later, is a matter of excited interest and gratulation for the whole city, just as the return of the East India merchantmen used to be for Salem. Tripoli, the city, has between thirtyfive and forty thousand inhabitants; the indigenous races, Berbers, Arabs, and negroes, of course, making up the bulk of the population. There are eight thousand Maltese. The Europeans are almost negligible; the Italians (chiefly Sicilians), who are most numerous, tallying about six hundred. The Turks consist only of the few troops and the governing officials, at whose head is the governor-general and commander-in-chief, now one Regeb Pasha. He is, of course, the personal representative of the sultan. The desert population of the entire vilayet or province is very difficult to estimate, but in the most recent local and official reports it is given as about 900,000. Tripoli has thirty mosques and thirteen synagogues, but until within a few years it had no schools whatever; the children receiving a smatttering of letters and Koran texts in the mosques. It is better now; their are eight public schools of various grades, elementary, normal, technical, and military, whose good effects are already to be seen on the younger generations. |

HUMAN ENERGY IN KILOWATTS

Man Really of Much Commercial Value if He Could Put It on a Cash Basis. One does not fancy the human body as an electric dynamo, but if the heat and muscular, energy expended by an average man of sedantary habits were converted into electrical units he would find himself possessed of quite a valuable asset. It is proved that a man uses up about two and one-half kilowatt hours of electrical energy in a working day. Approximately one-half eaf this is used .to keep the temperature of the body constant, while the other half is expended in muscular energy. This amount of electricity may not seem great, but when one considers the things that can be doite when it is efljciently applied, the power of the human body Is more clearly seen. , Two and one-half kilowatt hours of electrical energy is sufficient to maintain four 25-watt tungßten lamps or 20 oandleflower each for 25 hours or heat an electric flatiron for Blx hours, run a sewing machine motor for 100 hours, beat an electric toaster for two hours, an electric curling iron for 10 hours, run a large fan for 32 hours, or warm a chflng dish for six hours.— Popular Mechanics. ,

An interesting demonstration of the completeness and varied uses of the French canal system was recently furnished by the arrival of the British admiralty yacht Rose at Marseille, en route for Gambia. This yacht first went from Portsmouth to Havre, and thence by the Seine to Paris, and from Paris to Marseille through the Lolng canal, Nemours. Bt. M a mines, the Brlare canal, Montargls, the Loire canal. Chatlllon-sur-Lolre, Nevers, the Bourgogne canal. Chalon-sur-Saooe, Maoon, Lyon, Avignon, the Port-dw-Bouc. The Rose is a vessel of 28 tons.

Long French Canal.