Hammond Times, Volume 2, Number 163, Hammond, Lake County, 28 December 1907 — Page 3

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By ELEANOR. GATES. Author of "The Biography of Prairie Girl." Copyright, 190C. by McClure, Phillip A I Company.

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(CoatlauAd.) CHAPTER XXIX.

IISMAKCK nearing at last.

Since dawn Lounsbury's head had been poked from a -window of the forward ear. Now

he followed It with a wedge of shoulder and muttered a fervent "Thank God!" His face was blackened by the , breath of the engine, his hair was roughed by the tugging wind, so that he bore not a trace of the past month's careful grooming. Outside of Chicago he had shed his eastern garb for blue flannel shirt, dark breeches and tall boots. Again he was a frontiersman. A brakernan entered to call out the final stop. Cramped bulks here and there slowly unwound their sleepy lengths and gazed around. A tdlm recruit in a front seat who was outward bound to fight Indians wakened with a protesting oath. Other occupants of the car grudgingly put away their card packs, but cheerfully clapped on their hats. A long, hot Journey was done. But Lounsbury when he drew in his head and shoulders delayed his preparations to alight. He reached down to a boot leg and fished out a letter, one paragraph of which he carefully reread. "As I say, If you look for that rascal, you'll rind the right man. lie was here, for Charley saw him. 'Who was

lit i nsKeu me Indian. What do you think he did? lie crossed his lingers on his nose!" Lounsbury took a deep breath. "It's likely." he Raid aloud. "It don't take courage to kill a cripple." The wheels were yet turning when Lounsbury swung of. His looped belt had leen buckled on, and once more his revolver hung handily upon his thigh. As he tossed his satchel to the ticket agent he gave the ".45"' a swift look over. Then, with the expression that the Clark outfit respected showing through the grime of the train, he 6tarted on a tour of saloons. In a square fronted groggery his hunt ended. An assortment of adventurers packed the place mule skinners, soldiers, gamblers, settlers. Among them was a sprinkling of women. He pushed his way through the crowd until he reached the bar. There, oQiclat-

lng in pink shirt sleeves, was the

"Ilabe." V'v nuuueat Lounsbury faced him In

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.-., lie gave a jeru or tne Head. "Come out," he ordered. The "Babe's" squint eyes made separate inspections of the room. lie was

. in the act of pouring from a bottle to a glass. Now, as he held them before

him, they tinkled together

Ills customer backed awav to the

door, where It was cooler. The women cluttered at the farther bar end. The

other loungers rotated to a position be hind Ixmnsbury and waited, all agrin. He came loafing out. the sweat stand lng In huge beads upon hU nose

Lounsbury advanced to him, playing a

tattoo along the bar with his left hand

"T.abe," he said quietly, "the train

goes back Chicago war In the morn ' lng."

The other blinked and gulped. "W'y,

w'y" he legan

"You take It," continued Lounsbury.

"Your family's getting darned unpopu

lar here.

The "Babe's" diverging orbs popped 'from his face and again played from

side to side.

"1-e-e-s," drawled Lounsbury. He ripped open the other's vest. Two pistols were displayed snuggling head to

head. He plucked them out and klck- ' ed them across the room. "The morning train." he repeated. "So long." "Babe" gave a weak nod. Lounsbury walked out. "Howdy, boys; howdy." he said pleasantly as he went. The admiring crowd returned his salute nud rotated back to the bar. Ho waste! no further time, but hurried to his store, a saddle roofed building farther along the street. Before it paced a Fort Lincoln officer. lounsbury stopped Mm for news. "You ought to be chuck full of It." returned the otikvr. pumping the storekeeper's arm. -just in from New York." "The redskins?" "Daytime sortie on us yesterday." "Fretty sassy. How" about Brannon?" "Nothing since old Lancaster"

i nearu mat l raser wrote Lounsbury gritted his teeth.

"And our poor Custer?" "Ah, poor Custer! The east's talking about nothing else." "Awful! Awful!" The officer turnid away to hide the twitching of hi? face.

"doing to Lincoln Lounsburv.

"Not right away." "Then I'm off."" "For Lincoln?" "No; for Brannon." "Braunon! Alone? Lounsbury? Why. ite-Indians" "I'm going Just the same." He hail&l a neighbor to bargain for a cayuse of rennted wind and speed, and la another half hour he was ready. He rode as light as possible. Behind th? cantle rolled in a poncho he tied tome hard tack, jerked beef and brandy. His revolver was re-enforced l;.v a Henry, which he carried in a Mster under his leg. For the ".-15"

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asked

he took fifty rounds. A second fifty, designed for the rifle, occupied the loops of his belt. Thus armed and provisioned he jogged out of town. Good fortune made the journey almost uneventful. He saw but one In dian, who loped into sight from a wooded bottom and turned tail when Lounsbury leveled hl3 gun. Twice only did he come upon signs of savages. Toward the middle of the first night he passed a pi!e of glowing embers, where food had been cooked and eaten, and fifty miles lower down, the next afternoon, as he dismounted at a rivulet, the cnyuse shied from an antelope kid that had dragged itself to the water for a last drink. There was an arrow through lt.'i neck, and the lltt'e body was still limber. Just before dawn the second morning1 he turned with the river, crossed the coulee and reined upon the yellowing bend. To his left, a black dot, stood the shack. Three smaller dots were near it Simon and the mule team. South, on the opposite bank, were the low, whitewashed buildings of Fort Brannon. He bared his dust powdered head in thanksgiving. The cayuse was warm and dripping. He rode to Shanty Town, loosened the cinch and led the animal up and down before the deserted huts. When it stopjK'd blowing and reached for grass he picketed it on a lariat north of the Trooper's Delight. Then he descended to the building. The light was growing. Already he had been seen from the post. On his hallooing a small boat shoved off. toward him, dan lng its way against the current. Old Michael was not in it, only his citizen helpers. Fearing their tittle-tattle. Lounsbury curbed his impatience to ask about the shack. Lauded, t made for the "bach" quarters on the line. Fraser was not up. To his "Come in" Lounsbury entered. They shook hands without a word, and the storekeeper sat down on the edge of the bed. After awhile the lieutenant reached out to put a hand on the other's knee. "Lounsbury," he said, "I feel like a criminal, but I never dreamed anything would go wrong if I kept track of Matthews." "Why, we both thought that, Fraser.

You're not to blame any more than I am." "Oh, if I'd only" "But we can't spend any time kicking ourselves. After this there mustn't be a loophole. Besides watching Matthews, we must" "Matthews isn't here." "What?" "Kicked out. We don't know where he is." Rapidly Fraser related the story of Simon's gallantry. There was another piece of news of lesser importance. An Indian girl named Brown Mink was seriously ill. Her wigwam had been moved to the

western curve of the stockade, where the ground was clear, and been changed from tepee shape to the form of a walled wickinp. Mrs. Cummings, touched with pity, had sent her a comfortable bed, while Captain Oliver, touched no less aud pleased by the good humor of his prisoners, had ordered that during the daily search of the Inclosure the tent of the sick girl be left entirely undisturbed. The young officer omitted to tell of his share in the interpreter's departure and was distracted over an accident that had befallen him. Ou visiting his wild pets the previous evening he had found that a box containing reptiles had been broken open somehow and that all his rattlesnakes were gone! With the Urst call for the trumpeters Lounsbury routed the sutler In a quest for breakfast. Then once more he sought the river. There was no waiting for men to row him. lie found the small boat, headed for the beach below Shanty Town, mounted the cayuse and climbed the steep road to the prairie. Before him on a green stretch between river and shack h saw Dallas. She was cutting grass in that same swale across which a month before had been tracked the deep planted, labored footprints. As she mowed she moved forward slotfiy. the bent snathe describing a regular half circle, the

long, curved blade clearing a fragrant path. Her hat was off and lay at a distance behind her. where it floated boatlike on some blue stem tops. Still farther behind was Simon, cropping industriously and keeping a furtive watch upon his mistress out of the corner of one fiery brown eye. . Lounsbury spurred his horse to a rim. She saw him coming, but, not knowing him, kept her scythe on the swing. When he had covered the greater part of the way. however, she stopped work, retreated to her hat and put it on. Then from beside it she picked up the Sharps. He saw that, and his jaw squared. The blood darkened his face, too. as if the sight shamed him. He spurred faster, reined so sharply that the horse slid upon its fetlocks and swung off. "Dallas!" he cried. It was not a greeting, but a plea. The moment was one long dreamed

of. yearned for. A woman less genu

ine might have met it without a show

of feeling. She. outspoken and simple.

could not. Her eyes swam. Droppinc

the gun, she clasped his hand greedily.

T knew you'd get back quick as you could." she said, choking. For a long moment they stood thus, hand in hand, looking at each other. She saw that he was changed. The

gli.it of merriment was gone from his! eyes. His forehead bore new lines. His j mouth had lost its boyishness. Will, i

hor the past four weeks had also left their mark. The old look of high purpose was on her face. But she was older and graver and wore the new expression that Oliver had seen. She spoke first- "Your mother?" she faltered inquiringly and withdrew a step. "My mother is gone." he said slowly; then, after a pause: I came right

after that; didn t , bit,e luings

I can go back to tjtes later. But if I'd been here sclit mightn't 'a' happened" ! She checked hrmjy. "Now, you got enough to wou without us. We wouldn't go fort or RIa. marck. and that whole trouble." To excuse h- and to take the blame herself, ju uim of the refusal of David Bm0ney an(1 of Mrs. Cummlngs' sli, "You see." she fced earnestly, by way of putting i,est possible color to the latter de "you see, they think over theft we're trash. So they're bound us alone. It ain't that they lit 5od manners" I It was Lounsbuipra to Interrupt. He was tranboUt. "Manners!" he said vioj "Manners! What's manners to h it? There's a lot that's good mianci cursed bad heart!" I She took up the e, brought a whetstone from thej of a pocket and ran it down tade thoughtfully, j "I'm going to o this whole business from first t," he went on more quietly, "jend the next few days investigate You got my letter?" "We went to Clari you and got it there." She adfcat she had feared Bradea and j of his slack courtesy. ! "Oh, well," he sakly in apology for the real estatit, "if a man out here don't takeiis hat to a girl that means not "It wasn't the haje answered, and described Braqfurther conduct. Lounsbury blazedpgain. "I'll see about that, too," glared. "He must be another sa'of imported manners." j They heard the ehprinding of a coffee mill. As if stjy a thought, 6he looked toward tlrk. "It's about time i to go in," she said, a little fed. Then: "Won't you come, pud take a snack with us? Mi d like to see you." j

"Marylyn!" He hal her meaning. "Why, Dallas, in't mean to

say that you that sll" "Yes," very low. i "Well" Lounsbury; determined now "there's got toim-j kind of an understanding. yon how I felt, and you ran a wan me. You shan't do it this tinjl go to the house, and I'll tell n just how things are. I will." "Oh, my baby siste? murmured. Instantly he was aBenoss. "No, no; I won't tell herlsald. "But I'm sick and tired ng tied this way, hand and foot.fas your father first, and now! again Dallas!" j She could not ansvti. "I won't tell her. vait fill-till you do. But you set I can't go to ttu house. And I se I oughtn't to stay here any lonf her to see. But I'm coming bae tonight at taps." j She shook her headrylyn would be alone," she said i'. "so so I can't." ? "You will; I knowwill. She'll be asleep." j "No no" I "At taps, Dallas." -touched the hand that held ththe upright. She thought all at rfw worn he was and white. At moment he

had mounted and watering off. Left alone, she drj going in to breakfast, expectingtt silence or passionate protests, ps tears, and she tried to find iter heart to blame Lounsbury f accompanying her. But Marylyn wel her with a question or two. exd sorrowfully at the news of L4rys mother and when the elder tplained that the storekeeper ha4 tQo busy to ccme to the shackled a faint smile. "The brave babyjght Dallas. But Marylyn "fizzling over Lounsbury's true j for staying away now when tfther was not there to object Heold Dallas he

was busy. That, hr, was only a pretext. Finally included that Fraser, in spite ofpromise, had made a confidant P storekeeper and that the lattereen the hopelessness of his affeior her. "I'm glad," shi to herself. "Now I won't havfl him." Lounsbury pursf feverish Investigation that di found no one who cared to qulbth him. From the captain, nevers of his dignity, to the roily gtler there was a very outrnsh of j As they came he received them tchfork sharpness, examined tbi tossed them

aside, which led rfo remark that the storekeeper wi'to Simon. Yet when retreat sd he admitted himself hedged inlisputable testimony. Lancasterfb was beyond easy solving. If Jws were guilty he was not the jp, only an accessory, to the j Nevertheless could the storekae come face to face with theater that day scores would havi settled. To Dallas, layf blue stem of the swale, the the morning went slowly. Yef11"111 and. golden they seeme6w tuneful the birds! How cotfn5te the clouds that geeked th! How pleasant the long, hushing of the scythe! And all the whi$aried with ex-

seythe was swung less steadily, but

with more strength, so that its sharp ! tip often hacked up the ground. She 1 pulled her hat over her eyes, forbore i glancing toward the fort and fought. ' A thousand times she vowed she j would not meet Lounsbury that night. ! To give herself a better whip hand she ! called up pictures of Marylyn Mary-1 lyn, the baby, all dimples and lisping! demands for "Dais;" Marylyn, the ; child, slender, yellow haired, pale; Marylyn, entering womanhood, still dependent, and in her frailty, her pen- I

siveness, more dear than ever before.

AM AND MADI By BEATRICE IMOGENE HANSEN

FOH T1IK TOII.KT TABLE.

IVrhaps one of the most important iK-rns in a pirl's makeup is the number of 'short ends" sU tius whtn dressing her hair. If you are starting a campaign against them there are sev

eral imng-s to he serlouslv considered

Then, with the sun beating upon her, The hair should be tirst handled more

eareiuny and allowed to prow. In many cases a yountc pirl thinks she is doing- all she tan. when to others she appears very careless in regard to the triiles. In the shampoo borax and ammonia must be given up, for there is nothing that will crack and

with her tempfes streaming and throb bing under the heat and the strain

Dallas' spirit legan to flag. Had she ' not always borne a hard load, suffered : discomforts? There were the women of the post. They knew little toil or ! TiHvvltirm Tina I.tmtt- . P I,, . , !

loss, her fathers taking, had fallen j u 'tl T u " upon her. Was she always to have PVl TL , , , ? 'T T ,.,o.r. x- . . . mast he done to dry u. rub a little alonlj sorrow? Now. when happiness ; ,-ohol into the s.-alp at night Tin. came her way-a Lnppmess that an- will dry it without breaking the hair other might not have must she le de- More care should be taken wh-n put-

meu it ; uisnearieuea. uizzy, she left .tin the hair pins and combs into the

hair, very often imperfect combs and hairpins harm the hair.

Hair Very often is broken nis;ht. The hair should never up at night in the same wav

the swale for the shade of the nearest

trees. It was the hottest part of the day, and the life of the prairie seemed at a standstill. No breeze stirred the high cotton woods; the corn blades were quiet; the birds songless; the frogs hid. Besting on the fading green, looking out upon the silent reaches, she grew calm. Then she remembered hor sister's confession. Again, in fancy, she was leaning down in the light of a winter fire, looking into a tear stained face. She felt humiliation for her own vv .jsness and for thoughts disloval to MaAlyn. "When I see him again I'll make him promise to come and visit her," she said. "Oh, he must! He must!" At last, renewed in spirit, she returned bravely to her work. But the afternoon was not without its tormenting thoughts. And shewho feared no physical danger, quailed before a temptation that was overwhelming! When the shack pointed a stubb; finger toward the east and the mules, with Simon in tag, came trailing home from their grazing Marylyn called her. Near the door there wafted out the good smell of corn pone and roasting fowl. She drew up the well bucket hand over hand and washed in its generous leak. Within the night wind was changing and sweetening the air. As the younger girl bustled about the elder put on a fresher dress and smoothed and plaited her hair. Again that strange elation! She was almost glad. "Supper!" sang out Marylyn. Dallas started consciously. She was standing at a window holding lefore her the broken bit of looking glass.

Season with pepper and salt and sherry, and pour in the chicken, stirring until hot through. Sherried bananas are good. Make a sauce of two tabb spoonfuls of butter creamed with three of sugar. Melt in the chafing dish and add a cupful of sherry or any preferred sweet wine. Slice in half firm, ripe bananas and cook in the sauce until they a,re tender. Serve hot.

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CHAPTER XXX. HE thrashers were singing to the moon. Out of the gaping coulee came their chorus, loud, rich and artfullv melo

dized. It mingled, as it were, with the scent that the wind fanned from the sumac blossoms, yellowish green. Moon, music, perfume and Jovers were to meet The trysting place lay in billows of freely white, like the satin dress of a bride. Lounsbury measured it impatiently, with anxious eyes turned to the shack. At the last trumpet strain from the fort Dallas approached it on swift foot, her shadow flitting before. When he saw her a slender figure-

he leaped forward, eager, grateful. She saw him and halted, raising defensive hands. "Dallas, Dallas!" He stretched out his arms to her. "No, no no, no." As well try to stem the Missouri. lie

caught her close and held her. He pressed his cheek tenderly to hers. She yielded, murmuring to him. Thus for a space that was matchlessly sweet. Then, without releasing her, he lifted his head and lifted hers by a smoothing caress of her hair. Then he searched her face long and hungrily. "Oh, Dallas, you do care!" he said finally, and his voice was deep with joy. She did not deny only, "Just makes

things worse," she whispered miserably. Gently he let her go. "But I love you," he answered. Her eyes were grave. They seemed to blame him. "I love you," he repeated. She was too just to forget her own lack of strength. Her eyee clouded with sadness and brimmed. "I hate myself for coming," she said fiercely. "We love each other. That isn't a crime." he declared. "For you It Isn't but It is for me, because it'll hurt Marylyn. Oh, you don't understand! I can't take her happiness! I can't! I can't!" "It's not your fault that I love you, Dallas." "What happens next is."

He shook his head, smiling. She raised her chin as if striving to master herself. 'T knew all day that I'd come," she said steadily. "I'd 'a come if I died for it!" "Ah. my dearest!" He put his hands upon her shoulders, drawing her near again. She stepped back determinedly. "Let me tell you." she begged. 'Tleas'e. I knew I'd come, so I made up my mind I'd do what was white ask you to visit Marylyn and talk to her. If you would, if you only would, why, at last you couldn't help liking her!"

nerrsnev n.i t utes hune unon ! . A?m ne sm!!ea at fier- haIS

, -' ' head. "I love you. not Marvlvn." each othjr as Ifto pass. . , - - The verv keei her joy brought ,n .re maQ" She, Sa!a- "Y!1 a swift revSinner. with Ma-if111 k; J anything rylyn sitting aom her, she be- i asn t right square You wouldn't pan to see moJlJ. She realized j thmk Tof f lf 111 dj . t - i wrong if if I take vou from her." !

nii t-i iLiir. nisi tin -

M k-L V 1 J O there was onli denial. She ate

in the be left that it

has been worn all day. Take it down and brush it smoothly before retiring and braid it loosely. During the reign of the "wave" women are compelled to visit the hairdresser very often, and at night wear coquettish little nightcaps of net, which keep the wave from coining out. Silk lined caps such as some people wear for scenting the hair, are bad. They do not allow for ventilation.

CIIAKIXC; DISH GUOYIX; IX FAVOH.

I MHHELLA FAD. Kven the umbrella has Its fads. The new umbrellas match the gowns. If the umbnlla is not entirely of the color worn, there are touches of it introduced in the handle. The handles of up-to-date designs are round, generally a ring of silver large enough, for the hand to pass through, or a silver chain by which the umbrella Is suspended from the wrist. lUadwork handles are very new and very pretty. A round ilat oxidized handle lias a tiny pincushion and little mirror hidden in It. Again, many of these new umbrellas have wrist bags attached to the handle, which are of contrasting colors, satin lined and held in place by silver straps or chains.

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BREAKFAST. Apples. Cereal and Cream. Stuffed Potatoes. Corn Broad. Coffee. J

Our Pattern Department

CHILD'S

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Pattern No. 5912. This pretty little dress of figured percale is one of tho s:nplest to make, and adaptable to most of the materials of which chil-

The chaflnj? disli has grown in popularity, and is now considered quite -as essential among utensils as any other. It.no longer belongs exclusively to the "bachelor v girls" or Is used only for Dutch suppers, but at formal luncheons at least one course is served in it, oftentimes the hostess preparing it herself. Oysters and rarebits are. of course, chafing dish stand-bys. but there are innumerable other things which can be prepared equally as well. Kggs and mushrooms are prepared by melting two t'iblespoonfuls of butter in the dish, into which is poured a cupful of mushrooms chopped line. Beat four eggs and pour over the mushrooms into the pan, stirring constantly until the eggs are done. Serve on toast. Veal kidneys, after being soaked for a short length of time in cold water may be serve. 1 nicely in the chafing dish. Melt two tablespoonfuls f butter and add an onion chopped into small pieces. Slice the kidneys thin and brown in the butter. A cream sauce may be added or a cupful of starch, and if desired a tablespoonf ul of sherry to season with. Terrapin chirken may be made of cold chicken or the canned. Cream a cupful of butter of boiling milk. Cut the yokes of two hard boiled eggs and add them broken into small pieces

LI'XCHKOX. Beef Broth with Barley. Cold Duck Salad. Toast. Chocolate Drop Cakes. DINNER. Clam Chowder. Cold Boiled Ham. Baked Potatoes. Creamed Parsnips. Lemon Pie. Coffee. Receipt for Menu. Stuffed Potatoes This is a delicious way to serve breakfast bacon. Bake large, meally potatoes in thdr skins until nearly done. Take from tho oven and cut a slice off the top, leaving tho skin on one side to form a hinge; with a fork pull out tho underdone heart and fill the hollow with a tiny shaving of smoked bacon peppered and rolled tightly. Close the potato and put back in the oven to finish cooking. Drop Cakes Mix ono pint sifted pastry Hour, one-half teaspoon salt, two teaspoons baking powder and one cup of sugar. Add one beaten egg. Bub In one-half cup of butter and mix with milk to make a dough stiff enough to keep in shape when dropped from a spoon. Stir in ono cup raisins or currants stewed slightly and drained, then floured. Drop by tablespoonfuls on a well buttered pan and bake 20 minutes. bpmon Pies For two pies, take the

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dren's frocks v a made. It closes iri the back and is shaped by shoulder, and underarm seams. The full blshoj sleeve is finished by a narrow band. Gingham, madras, percale, lawn and. challis are all suitable for the makings Tho four-year size will require twd and one-fourth yards of 36-Inch material. Sizes for 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6 years.t This pattern will be sent to yon on. receiptor 10 cents. Address all orders to the Pattern Department of this paper. Re sure to give size and number of pattern wanted. For convenience, writa your order on the following coupor.:

5912. SIZE. NAME ADDRESS..

Juice and grated rinds of two lemons, two cups of white sugar, one cup of milk, two tablespoonf uls of cornrtarcli and yolks of Fix eggs. Bake. Make meringue with whites of eggs beaten stiff, eight tablespoonfuls of granulated sugar. Place on top of pies and brown in oven.

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