Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 29, Number 37, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 11 March 1899 — Page 6

SYXOP8I8.

CHAPTKK

I.—Lieutenant Lorinj? of the

ular army,

reg

having been jilted by Geraldlne

Allyn during his cadet days at West Point, la ordered to Arizona. Hand II J.-Lieuten-ant Blake arrests a deserter. Iii??ins. whom a Mexican pirl. i'anclia. attempts to protect. IV,—Captain Nevins. appointed to the regular army from rlv|| life, a tratnbier and an embezzler of government funds, is tried by court martial. He makes a confession, stating* that In* was always bad, but had married a good woman He asks Lieutenant Lorinsr, judge advocate of the court, to carry his watch and some jewels to his wife, stating that Losing Is acquainted with her sister, Miss (ierstidine Aiiyn. V.—Lorliig accepts the trust, putting the jewels in an envelope and pjacing the watch and jewels in a safe.

re turn of the jewels. He Is Informed that, they have been sent. VI .- Captain Nevins leaves the garrison for parts unknown. VIII. and IX. Loring and Itlake, with an escort, are making for San Francisco with the Jewels In charge when Blake is lured from Loring by a Mexican girl. I'ancha. and meets two Gringo-i, who hand hi*:» an order to furnish men from ills escort to conduct Colonels Vance and Turnbull to Tucson and an order for Blake and Loring to go to the Mexican capital on court martial duty. Blake's escort Is thus reduced. The next night Blake Is lured away again by I'anclia. who Informs him that the stage near by Is to be attacked. Joining his men. he dashes away, leaving Loring. who is robbed of the watch and Jewels. Lorlrig. who is severely Injured. Is ordered by his physician to rest and sea voyage. He takes a steamer for San Francisco. I'anclia

Is sent

to school.

on the same steamer

"Well, hero's your cbanoe, young man," said the bluff salt, unconscious of giving offense. "No time like a voyage for lovemaking, once tbe girl gets her sea IO^'H on. Von ought to capture ono of 'em before we're half way to tbe Golden (into. They rato 'em at $200,000 apiece. Don't know how long it takes a soldier to win a prize like that, but give a Htiilnr such a show and she'd strike her colors beforo wo sight St. Lucas. If yon don't caro for duoats and only want beauty, there's that little coiiKin. Hhe can sing and play your soul away, give hor half a chance and a good guitar." "Who's she?" queried Turnbull, balancing his half smoked cigar between the Humors, as ho blow a fragrant oloud to the cloudless vault above. "Didn't yet tho family name—Pancha they called her, a slip of a 10-year-old, going to school porha^s, and the captain turned away to answer a question from his steward, leaving tbe two soldiers looking intently at each other, witli now interest in their eyes. "Ulako's destroyer was a 10-year-old Pancha, wasn't she?" asked the colonel in a low tone. Ho had had no mercy whatever on IMako and waa outspoken in condemnation of what he called his idiocy.

Loring was silent a moment then be drew a letter from an inner pooket. It had come with Turnbull—tbo last news from Arizona. "Read that when you've time, colonel," said he. "Perhaps had you been in Blake's place at his age you'd have forgotten everything but the stage and tbo fight, as he did. I think I should."

And, as this was tbo longest speeoh Turnbull had ever heard from Loring's lips, except his arraignment of Nevins before the court, the oolouel pondered over it not a little. He took the letter and read it when an hour later the Idaho was plowing her lazy way southward through a dull and leaden son:

I'm not tho first man to bo fooled by slip of girl, Loring—wrote Blnko—it isn't tho first Hutu that woman htta got tho better of mo, nnd it n\t»y not bo tho liwt. But tho chagrin nnd misery I feci is notbocwusc 1 hnve Buffered HO much, but bornuse you hnve, nnd nil through my fnult. I (WpiHwo you know tho general lift* ordered mo relieved and sent back to my company no longer worthy to bo culled cnvalrynmn. All tho sumo, ono of these dnys I mean to get transfer My iocs aro too long for tho doughlxiys anyhow Meantime with all meekneM I'll lenr my burden. I do nerve it. But yon'll believe me when 1 any it isn't tho pnniithmont, the humiliation, this has cost me that so weighs upon me now it is tho thought of your loss and your prostration One of these day* 1 may find means to show yon how much 1 feei it- Just now I have only a hint. Last year at this time my most oher lalied possession was my new spring style $10 Amidon. A silk hat is as out of plact* in Art itona as a sunshade in Httkn, yet my striker has Just unpacked it and asked, with a grin on his confounded mug. What'll I b© doin wtd this, nor?" know! Sole leather hnthox and nil. It gos. by bneklsmrd, to your address at division headquarters Our heads are about of the same caliber The main difference is that yours mt'ins loaded. The Alta says silk hats are now worn on sunny mornings. Bport mine for though it lw of the vintage of a bygone year. I shall not show my face in civ iliuttum till I have lived down my shame. So BOW for two years at least of Yuma and the consolation to bo derived from the aolttary study of phihvsophy nnd Bhakospemre. Yours In meekness of spirit.

OKRAI-P BUAK&

P. !*.~-They s«y that Sanoho's brother's real tumte is Rsealante. If ever you come across one of that raw keep your eyes peeled.

Another day and tbe billows of the gulf vrere breaking under the Idaho's

counter and hissing eternward in snowy crowdings and murmurings here and foam, answering the rush of a strong southwest wind. It was late at evening when the black hull went reeling iu toward tbe lights of Guaymas and tbe massive anchor, with prodigious splash, dived for tbe sandy bottom, but late as it was the shore boats and lighters came pulling to the gangway stairs, and merchant*, clerk* and customs officers nimbly scrambled up the side, and then followed number of passengers, cigarette smokiug and cackling about the swarming deck, and Turnbull and the engineer bung over the rail and watched for tbe prnmtned boatload of beauty, and pr*»entlv it came. Two or three small boats

were rowed alongside, and there were unwilling listener be bad heard both glimpses of shrouded forms and there were sounds of Joyous laughter and murmum! gallantries and dark eyed, dark skinned caballeroa, and tbe growling injunctions of presumably paterfamilias,

And presently tbe ladderlike stairs wen cleared and, ooe after another, woman after woman was assisted op

COPYMHT.MH BY FI7ETVNXSCH FL/EELY

I the narrow way and came sailing into the zone of light from the polished reflectors, elder women first, then slender, sparkling eyed damsels, whose white teeth gleamed as they chatted with their escorts. Two undeniably attractive,

Spanish looking girls were objects of most assiduous care. Then came a third, younger, a mere slip of a maid, with but a single cavalier, & grim, grizzled, stern looking Mexican, who glanced sharply about as be set foot on the solid deck, and then, without a word, Loring's

...... ...... hand was placed on the colonel's arm, I.—.Ni'vlna Ken*!* fur I.orlntr. who d(M*s not „»:a «I „u i» "rspond. whon*upoii N««vins (ifninnds the rv- lieutenant 8 eyes said, Look! for as the girl's face was turned for an instant toward them there stood revealed the dusky little maid of the Gila,

Blake's siren—Pancba. CHAPTER X. Not for many moons did that voyage of the Idaho lose first place in the memory of the bevy of passengers who watched the lights of Guaymas fading away astern that April night. All had been bustle and gayety aboard during her hour of sheltered anchorage. Senor de la Cruz had verified the captain's verdict and opened a case of Silleryand besought all hands to drink to a joyous and prosperous voyage for his beloved daughters, their duenna and bis little niece, tboir cousin from Hermosillo. "All hands" would have included the ship's company had the captain permitted, so hospitable was the Mexican, and indeed wan intended to includo every soul on the passenger list, most of them boarding the boat at Guaymas. The Senor Colonel Turnbull was formally presented to the Senor de la Cruz and by him to his charming family and their many friends, but the junior officer, on the score of recent and severe illness, had begged to be excused.

Loring stood alone at the taffrail listening in thoughtful silence to the sound of revelry within the brightly lighted cabin, while the hoarse screeching of the 'scape pipe drowned all other voices and proclaimed the impatient haste of the skipper to be off. Straight, but often storm swept, was the southerly run to La Paz, over on the desolate shore of tbe long, arid peninsula, and tbo green surges were rolling higher ev-

"Fou have no home, nor has your father." ery moment and bursting in thunder into clouds of wind driven, hissing spray on tho rocks beyond the point. Wind and wave were both against their good ship, and every officer and man was at his station awaiting the order to weigh anchor. The mail sacks were aboard, the consul had gone down over the side, and still Don Ramon seemed unable to part from his loved ones and tbe Idaho's champagne. It was the captain who had finally to put abrupt stop to the lingering leave takings. "I must be off at ouoe," he said. "Come. Dou Ramon we'll take the best of care of these ladies and land them ail at Frisco witbin tbo fortnight. Kiss 'em all around now and jump for your boat. Come, Senor—I didn't catch tbo name—ah, yes, Escalante—the father of tbeJSenorita Pancba, I suppose? No—only her uncle? Well, I'll be her uncle now," aud so saying he led the way to tbe deok.

Loring saw the lively party come surging forth from tbe companionway, senorns, sencritas, gray haired men and gay young gallants. There waa a moment of clasping, clinging embraces, of straining arms and lingering kisses, of

there, some little sobbing and many tear wet eyes as tbe father was finally hurried down tbe ladder, and then there was further delay and shouts for Escalante, and not until tben did Loring. silently watching tbe animated throng on tbe port side, become aware of two dark forms in tbe shadow of tbe deckbouse on the opposite quarter. One was that of a slender girl, and she was sobbing, she was praying in eager words not to be sent away, sbe was imploring pitifully to be taken back to tbe shore. Loring bad studied Spanish long enough to understand almost every word, and even before be realized that be was an

her sobbing plea and the abrupt, almost cruel answer: "Yon bare no home, nor has your fa* ther. You may thank heaven for tbe chance to get away."

Tbe second officer came bustling wand In search of tbtan and 1 earing

narrow bencn in the shadow tbe Mexican was hurried off. Before tbe little boats bad fairly cast adrift and the swinging steps were raised the throb of the screw was felt churning the waters of the bay, and as tbe steamer slowly gathered way and her bow swung gradually Eeaward women and girls, kerchief waving, came drifting back along the rail, leaning far over and throwing kisses to the tossing shallops on the dark waves beneath then, gathering about tbe stunted flagstaff at the stern, calling loudly their parting words, all unconscious of Loring, who had stepped aside to give them room, and so found himself close to little Pancha, lost to everybody in tbe desolation of a loneliness and grief that Loring oonld not see unmoved, yet could not reconcile with what he bad believed of her.

Up to this moment he had beard of her only as an artful girl, the confederate of thieves and ruffians up to this moment be bad seen her only once, the afternoon she threw herself on Blake, as Blake and he bad both come to believe, to prevent his drawing a revolver on tbe* two rascals at the ranch. Yet never had Loring beard such pathetic pleading never bad he seen child or woman in such utter abandonment of woe never bad be tbongbt it possible that Pancba—'the siren of Sancho's ranch, cold, crafty, luring, designing, treacherons as any Carmen ever since portrayed upon the stage—could be oapable of such intensity of feeling.

Drawing his uniform cape snugly about him—for now the sharp sea wind was whistling through tbe cordage and chilling his fever weakened frame— Loring leaned against the rail, gazing back at the receding shores, trying not to hear the girl's sobbing. The chatter of tbe flock of women was incessant. Turnbull and two Guaymas merchants had joined the group, but all were intent on those harbor lights now fast glimmering to mere sparks upon tbe sea, and tbe lonely girl sat there forgotten. Not once was voice uplifted in question as to what had become of her. Every moment now the stern was lifted higher in air and then dropped deeper into tbe roaring, hissing waters, and women tightened their hold upon the taffrail aud gave shrill little shrieks and huddled closer together, and pres"ently one of tbe elders fell baok aud begged to be led below, and then another, and by the time tbe last glimmer of the town had been hid from view and only tbe steady gleam of the lighthouse shone forth upon their foaming wake the hardiest of the gay little party of the earlier evening had been carefully assisted down the brass bouud 6tairway, aud when five bells tinkled windily somewhere forward there, with little hands clasped about the stanchion, a shawl thrown over her head, that bead pillowed iu her arms—there alone in the darkness and the rush of the wind and sea—there, tbe very picture of heartbroken girlhood—still-sat Pancha, and Loring could bear it no longer

He was thinking over his Spanish to be sure of his words when tbe star board doors of the companionway were suddenly thrown open, and in tbe bright light from within two burly forms stepped unsteadily forth, then lurched for the nearest support, aud Loring beard the jovial tones of Tnrnbull. "He rans* be up here or overboard. He's nowhere below!" Tbeu glancing steruward, "Oh, Loring!" he shouted, and at the name Pancha's little dark head was suddenly uplifted, and a pair of black eyes, red rimmed and swollen with weeping, gazed, startled, toward tho dark flgjres. For tbe life of him Loring could not answer the hail. Turnbull's voice and words alone had been sufficient to rouse her from a depth of woe and to give rise to new and violent distress. She was trembling, and he could plainly see it. To answer would only announce to tbe frightened girl that the man whose name was sufficient to cause such evideut dismay was standing there just beyond her seat— witbin a few paces of her—and bad probably been there for some time. Quickly, watching bis chance, as the Idaho carepned to port, Loring shot round tbe deckbouse and made his way forward until he reached tbe companion stairs on that side, aud in another moment was clinging to tbe outer knob of the doorway on the other and answering the eager questions as to where he'd been and whether be better not turn in.

TJSERE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL, MARCH 11, IS99.

Did she see you? Has she got back to shore?" For answer Loring pointed to the dark figure shrinking from view half a dozen yards away toward the heaving Eteru. Their jovial fellow passenger again interposed. "Come, gentlemen, brandy and water's what we need, ain't it:" The Idaho's champagne had evidently taken

"Right," Eaid Turnbull. "Rundown and order for us, quick, or it'll be too late. We'll join you in a minute," The burly merchant dived for the doorway on the next stomach wrecking lurch an' oollided witli the white capped stewardess, hastening up, with anxiety in her eyes. Tbe two officers clung to the mizzen shrouds opposite the companionway as she emerged from the broad light into tbe darkness of the wind swept deck. It was a moment before she could distinguish objects at all. Then with practiced step she went swiftly to the crouching figure at the distant end of the long seat. "I have learned something of her,' murmured Turnbull. "That was her father's brother, Escalante, who came aboard with her. That woman at Sancho's was not her mother. She has been dead for many a year She was own sist&r to De la Cruz. There is something back of their sending this girl to Sftn Francisco. Hush! Here she comes."

With her arm thrown about the drooping girl, the stewardess oame slowly leading her to the doorway. The swinging portals had slammed shut in the last plunge of the Idaho, and as the buoyaut craft rose high on the next billow Turnbull and Loring both turned to open them. The light shown full on their calm, soldierly faces as the stewardess thanked them, and tbe shrinking child lifted up her frightened eyes for one brief moment, glanced quickly from one to tbe other, then, with a low cry, slipped, limp and senseless, through the woman'| arms and fell in a dark heap upon the deck.

[TO BE CON TIN UK D.]

Rode, to Be Smre*

Ethel—Why, what's the matter, Gertrude? Gertrude—Oh, nothing—only Jack and I had a quarrel the other day, and I wrote and told him never to dare to speak or write to me again—and the wretch hasn't even had the decency to answer my letter! —Punch.

IFUA her arm Clurottoi about the drooping ffirL "Have a brandy and water, sir." urged the colonel's new companion. ".Nothing like It to brad off mal de mer. We're in for a lively night. Half tbe women are sick already, and the colonel here was turning white* about tbe gills." "Tbe air in tbe oabin was close after all that champagne. It's fresh in the staterooms, though," answered Torn* bull. "Come on, Loring. It's time for

TOO

tbe girl shrinking and aobbing on the queried: What's become of the child!

to te abed." Then in Jow tone be

Her Revenge,

"Dero de villain sits, or eatin ob do pie I sent him t'rough de mails! Little he knows ob de stomach ache he'll hab fcr de next free weeks!"—New York Journal.

IIOTV to Stake Cocdannf Paddfftsr. Butter three or four slices of bread, cut into small squares and place in layers in a buttered pudding dish, with grated cocoanut sprinkled between. Cover this with a raw custard in proportion of one egg, two heaping tablespoons of sugar and a few drops of vanilla to each cup of milk. Bake in a moderate oven. When there are two whites of eggs to spare, cover with a meringue.

How to Make Codflnh Ball*. Pare six potatoes of medium size and cut in quarters. Put one cup of raw salt codfish, picked into some pieces, above tbe potatoes in tbe saucepan. Pour boiling water about them and cook until tender. Drain off the water and set the saucepan, covered with a cloth, on the back of the range to dry the potatoes. Mash thofoughly and add black pepper to taste. Beat an egg until white and yolk are well mixed, add gradually a little of tbe fisbball mixture. and when well blended return to tbe saucepan and beat thoroughly. Shape into smooth balls, place in a frying basket, and fry in deep fat, smoking hot Serve with a garnish of parsley.

How to Make Hat

tree.

Grind a pound of almonds with a! handful of shelled peanuts, IX pounds of granulated sugar and one-half ounce of ground cinnamon. Mix well and put over the fire until the mixture becomes crisp. Take from the oven, place over the top hard boiled eggs cut in strips and pour over all a tablespoonful of wine and sirup and serve. This is a delicious entree.

How to Cook Potato Rlkbou. Out the potatoes in strips. Have a pan hot and put in it about a tablespoonfnl of butter. Drain tbe potato ribbon* roll in floor or cracker duat and fry brown.

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