The Pittsburg Enterprise (Pittsburg, Okla.), Vol. 8, No. 51, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 26, 1913 Page: 2 of 4
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A TALE or THE FRONTIER
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"Border: My Lady of
Doubt: My Ladyc/,the,
SoutfiV etcetc. .
copywoMT i9ij 6y a.c.m^iurg a ca
Major McfKmald. mmtnandlnK an army
post n**ar Port Dodge, wi-k <i man to
Inter* «*|>t hia daughter. Molly, who i*
headed for the iM.nt. An Indian outbreak
la threatened. Sergeant *'Brl< k Hamlin
merth the stage In whlHi Molly l* travel-
ing. Yh'y are attacked by Indian**, and
Hamlin and Molly cm ape In the darki.ee*.
Hamlin t»l)s Molly he was dlaeharged
from th« Confederate service In disgrace
and at the cloee of the war enlisted in
the regular army. He suspects one Cap
tain I,e Fevre of being responsible for
his disgrace Troops appear and under
escort of Ueut. Gankin* Molly start* to
loin her hither Hamlin leaves to rejoin
nls regiment. He returns to Fort P«*dge
.... regiment. ---------- -
after u Rummer of fighting Indians, and
find** Molly there Shots are heard in the
night. Hamlin rushes out. sees what he
believe* Is the figure of Molly hiding In
the darkness and falls over the body of
lieutenant Gaskins who accuse* Hamlin
o< shooting him. The serge**;.! Is proven
Innocent. He s«*es Molly lr ro.r.,-any witn t
Mr*. Dupont, whom he recognises as a was Bhot with
former rweethenrt. who threw him over ever did ,|,at. Then they struck out
for UFevre Mrs. Inipont tells Hamlin | , . . . .
I*eFevre forced her to send him a lying ■ again with two led horses. 1 should
[din declares he has been look- |
‘•Pockets turned Inside out," he said,
glancing buck. “The poor devil!”
“Had quite a row here,” returned
the scout. “That stain over thar is
blood, an’ it never come from him, fer
he died whar he fell. Most likely he
shot furst, or used a knife. The girl's
with ’em anyhow; I reckon this yere
was her ribbon; that footprint i*
He stirred up the scattered ashes,
and theu passed over and looked at
the dead man.
"What do yer think, Sergeant?”
“They stopped here to eat, maybe
five hours ago,” pushing the ashes
about with his toe. “The fire has been
out that long. Then they got into a
quarrel—Connors and Dupont—for he
a Colt ‘45;’ no Inidan
hands of the men behind The 8er
geant, shading his eyes, half smoth
I ered In the blast, could see merely 111-
The answers were inaubible.
“For the Lord's sake, speak up; an
“Good; now come on after me ”
He drove his horse forward, head
bent low over the compass, one arm
flung l icroas his mouth to prevent
inhaling the icy air. He felt the tug
of the line; heard the labored breath
ing of the next horse behind, but saw
nothing except that wall of swirling
snow pellets hurled against him by a
pitiless wind, fairly lacerating the
flesh It was freezing cold; already
he felt numb, exhausted, heavy-eyed
The air seemed to penetrate his cloth-
ing, and prick the skin as with a thou
warm In their vein* they would keap
their feet and fight
Carroll’s horse stumbled and rolled,
catching the numbed trooper under
his weight. The Jerk on the lariat
flung Wade out of the saddle, dangling
head downward. With stiffened fin-
gers, scarcely comprehending what
they were about, the Sergeant and
Wasson came to the rescue, helped
the frightened horse struggle to his
feet, and. totally blinded by the fury
of the storm which now beat fairly in
their eyes, grasped the dangling
body, swaying back and forth as the
startled animal plunged In terror. It
was a corpse they gripped, already
stiff with cold, the eyes wide-open and
staring. Carroll, bruised and limping,
came to their help, groaning with
pain, and the three met ♦ogether man-
aged to lift the dead we*ght to the
horse’s back, and to bind it safely
with the turn of a rope. .Then, breath
less from exhaustion, crouching be-
hind the animals, bunched helplessly
together, the howl of the wind like
sand needles. The thought came that the scream of lost souIb, the three
in, for LeKevre to fore him to . Ivor hltt
rornnl. Ijitor ho overhear. Dupont end a
•nidler hitirhlng up a money-making
plot. Molly seeks an Interview with
Hamlin. She Bay, her father seem. to be
In the power of Mr*. Dupont, who claim.
tr> he a .laughter rtf Mcltonahl'e either.
Molly rlleappeare ami Hamlin eele out to
fence her McDonald le orilere.1 to Fort
Hlpley Hntnlln dlerovert* that the man
whe left c.n the stage under the name of
McDonald wae not the major. He find*
McDonald', murdered body. Hamlin
take, Wasson, a guide, and two trooper,
and goo, in pureutt of the murderer, who
had robbed McDonald of tSfl.nOll paymas-
ter's money. He euepect* Dupont.
say they were three or four hours
ahead, traveling slow.”
"Good enough." and Wasson patted
his arm. "You're a plainsman all
right, 'Brick:' You kin sure read signs.
Thel's just 'bout the whole story, as I
make It. Nuthin’ fer us to do but
snatch a bite an' go on. Our bosses
're fresher'n theirs. No sense our
stopptn’ to bury Conic -s; he ain't
worth it. an’ the birds'll take care 'o
him. The outfit was still a headin'
There could be no doubt of this, as
the shelter of the sand ridge had pre-
served a plain trail, although a few
yards beyond, the sweeping wind had
If he remained In the saddle he would
freeze stiff Again he turned, and sent
the voice of command down the Strug
"Dismount; wind the rope around
your pommels. Sam. How far Is it to
"More'n twenty miles."
"All right! We’ve got to make It.
boys," forcing a note of cheerfulness
into his voice. “Hang on to the bit
even If you drop. I may drift to the
west, but that won't lose us much.
Come on, now."
"Hamlin, let me break trail."
"We'll take It turn about, Sam. It'll
be worse In an hour than It is now.
All ready, boys.”
Blinded by the sleet, staggering to
(be fierce pummelling of the wind, yet
clinging desperately to his horse’s bit.
the Sergeant struggled forward in the
swirl of the storm.
The day grew dark anil murky as
they moved steadily forward, the wind
blew cold from out the northwest, the
heavy canopy of cloud settled lower in already almost obliterated every sign
a frosty fog, which gradually obscured ; °* Passage. The four men ate heartily
the landscape. This mist became so j lheir cold provender, discussing the
thick that the men could scarcely see
a hundred yards in any direction, and
Hamlin placed a pocket compasa on
his saddle-pommel. The trail was less
distinct as they traversed a wide
streak of alkali, but what few signs re-
mained convinced Wasson that the fu-
gitives were still together, and riding
southward. Under concealment of the
fog his previous caution relaxed, and j P°pp otfipr 95® lb'1 more robbery of
he led the way at a stpady trot, only j McDonald was in view. All alike, how-
occaslonally drawing rein to make cer-
tain there was no division of the par-
ty ahead. The alkali powdered them
from head to foot, clinging to the
horses’ hides, reddening and blinding
the eyes, poisoning the lips dry and
parched with thirst. The two troopers
swore grimly, but the Sergeant and |
scout rode in silence, bent low over !
their pommels, eyes strained ln»' the
mist ahead It was not yet dark when j
they rode in between the first sand-
dunes, and Wbbsoc, pulling his horse
up short, checked the others with up-
* "Thar'll be a camp Don," he
said, swinging down fi.ui tne saddle,
and studying the ground. "The wind
has 'bout blotted It all out. but you
kin see yere back o' this ridge whar
they turned in. an' they was walkin'
their horses. Gittin’ pretty tired I
reckon. We might as well stop yere
too, Sergeant, an' eat some cold grub
You two men spread her out, an' rub
down the bosses, while Hamlin an' I
poke about a bit. Better find out all
we kin, Brick.’ 'fore it gits dark."
He started forward on the faint
trail, his rifle in the hollow of his arm.
and the Sergeant ranged up beside
him. The sand was to their ankles,
and off the ridge summit the wind
swirled the sharp grit into their faces.
"What s comin,’ Sam; a storm?"
"Snow," answered the scout shortly
"a blizzard of it, er I lose my guess
'Fore midnight yer won't be able ter
see yer hand afore yer face. I've been
out yere in them things afore, an'
they’re sure hell. If we don't git sight
o’ thet outfit mighty soon, 't ain't like-
ly we ever will. I've been expectin'
that wind to shift nor'east all day—
then we'll get It." He got down on his
knees, endeavoring to decipher some
faint marks on the sand. "Two of 'em
dismounted yere, an Injun an' a white
—a big feller by his hoof prints—an'
they went on leadin' their hosses.
Goin' into camp, I reckon—sure,
here's the spot now. Well, i'll be
Both men stood staring—under pro-
tection of a sand ridge was a little
blackened space where some mesquite
chips had been burned, and all about
it freshly trampled sand, and slight
Impressions where men had out-
stretched themselves. Almost at Was-
son's feet fluttered a pink rihboD. and
beyond the fire circle lay the body of
a man, face up to the sky. It was
Connors, a ghastly bullet hole between
his eyes, one cheek caked black with
blood. The Sergeant sprang across,
and bent over the motionless form.
In the Blizzard.
There was no cessation, no abate-
ment. Across a thousand miles of
plain the ice-laden wind swept down
upon them with the relentless fury of
a hurricane, driving the snow crystals
into their faces, buffeting them merci-
lessly, numbing their bodies, and blind-
ing their eyes. In that awful grip they
situation in a few brief sentences, looked upon Death, but struggled on.
Wasson argued that Dupont was head- as real men must until they fall
Ing for some Indian winter encamp- Breathing was agony; every step be-
ment, thinking to shift responsibility came a torture; fingers grasping the
for the crime upon the savages, thus horses' bits grew stiff and deadened
permitting him to return once more | by frost; they reeled like drunken
to civilization, but Hamlin clung to his | men. Bightless in the mad swirl, deaf-
original theory of a hide-out upon Du- | ened by the pounding of the blast
pout's old cattle range, and that a pur- j against their ears. All consciousness
men looked Into each other’s faces.
“I reckon Jim died without ever
knowln' it," said the scout, breaking
Hgain (he film of Ice over his eyes, and
thrashing his arms "I allers heard
tell It was an easy way o' goin’. Books
to me he was better off than we are
Just now. Hurt much. Carroll?"
"Crunched my leg mighty bad;
can't hear no weight on It. Twas
darn near froze stiff before; thet's
why I couldn’t get out o' the way
"Sure; well, ye’ll have ter ride, then.
We'll take the blanket off Jim; he
won't need it no more. 'Brick' an’ l
kin hoof it yet awhile—hey, 'Brick'?"
"I reckon 1 can
ever, were convinced that the fugi-
tives were seeking the wild bluffs of
the Canadian river for concealment.
It was- not yet dark when they again
picked up the trail, rode around the
dead body of Connors, and pushed for-
ward into the maze of sand. For an
hour the advance was without inci-
dent, the scout in the lead not even
dismounting, his keen eyes picking up
the faint "sign” unerringly. Then
darkness shut down, the lowering bank
of clouds completely blotting the stars,
although the white glisten of the sand
under foot yielded a slight guidance
Up to this time there had been no de-
viation ln-direction, and now when the
trail could be no longer distinguished,
the little party decided on riding J
straight southward until they struck
the Cimarron. An hour or two later
the moon arose, hardly visible and yet
brightening the cloud canopy, so that
the riders could see each other and
proceed more rapidly. Suddenly Was-
son lifted his hand, and turned his
face up to the sky.
"Snow,” he announced spberly.
"Thought I felt It afore, and the wind's
llamlln turned In the saddle, feeling
already the sharp sting of snow pel-
lets on his face. Before he could even
answer the nlr was full of whiteness,
a fierce gust of wind hurling the fly-
ing particles against them. In an-
other Instant they were in the very
heart of the storm, almost hurled for-
ward by the force of the wind, and
blinded by the icy deluge. The pelting
of the hall startled the horses, and in
spite of every effort of the riders, they
drifted to the right, tails to the storm.
The swift change was magical. The
sharp particles of icy snow seemed to
swirl upon them from every direction,
sucking their very breath, bewilder-
ing them, robbing them of all sense of
direction. Within two minutes the
men found it Impossible to penetrate
the wintry shroud except for a few
feet ahead of them.
The Sergeant knew what It meant,
for he had had experience of these
plains storms before.
"Halt!" he cried, his voice barely
audible In the blast. "Close up, men;
come here to me—lively nowl That
you, Wade? Wasson; oh, all right.
Sam. Here, pass that lariat back;
now get a grip on It, every one of you
and hold to it for your lives. Let me
take the lead, Sam; we’H have to run
by compass. Now, theu, are you
The lariat rope, tied to Hamlin's
pommel, straightened out and was
grasped desperately by the gloved
left them! only dumb instinct kept
them battling for life, staggering for-
ward, foot by foot, odd phantasies of
‘Close Up, Men; Come Here to Me."
imagination beginning to beckon. In
their weakness, delirium gripped their
half-mad brains, yielding new strength
to fight the Enow fiend. Aching in
every point, trembling from fatigue,
they dare not rest an instant. The
wind, veering more to the east, lashed
their faces like a whip. They crouched
behind the horses to keep out of the
sting of it, crunching the snow, now
in deep drifts, under their half-frozen
Wade, a young fellow not overly
strong, fell twice. They placed him
in the center, with Carroll bringing
up the rear. Again he went down,
face buried in the snow, crying like a
babe. Desperately the others lashed
him into his saddle, binding a blanket
about him, and went grimly stagger-
ing on, his limp figure rocking above
them. Hour succeeded hour in cease-
less struggle; no one knew where they
were, only the leader staggered on,
his eyes upon the compass. Wasson
and Hamlin took their turns tramping
a trail, the snow often to their knees.
They had stopped speaking, stopped
thinking even. All their movements
became automatic, instinctive, the re-
sult of Iron discipline. They realized
the only nope—attainment of the Cim-
arron bluffs. There was no shelter
there in the open, to either man or
horse; the soIp cnoice left was to
struggle on, or lie down and die. The
last was likely to be the end of it.
but while a drop of blood ran red and
move," he asserted doubtfully, "but
they don't feel as though there was
any life left in them.” He stamped
on the snow. "How long do these bliz-
zards generally last, Sam?"
"Blow themselves out in about three
"Three days? Ood! We can never
live it out here."
His eyes ranged over the dim out-
line of Wade stretched across the
saddle, powdered with snow, rested an
instant upon Carroll, who had sunk
back upon the ground, nursing his in-
jured limb, and then sought the lace
"What the hell can we do?”
"Go on; thet's all of it; go on till
we drop. lad. Come, 'Brick,' my boy,”
and the scout gripped the Sergeant’s j
shoulder, "you’re not the kind to lie
down. We’ve been in worse boxes
than this and pulled out It’s up to
you and me to make good. Let’s
crunch some hard tack and go on,
afore the whole three of us freeze
The Sergeant thrust out his nand.
"That isn't what’s taken the nerve
out of me, Sam,” he said soberly. "It's
thinking of the girl out in all this
with those devils.”
"Likely as not she ain’t," returned
the other, tramping the snow under
his feet. “I’ve been thinktn’ ’bout thet
too. Thet outfit must hev had six
hours the start o’ us, didn’t they?”
"Well, then, they couldn’t a ben far
from the Cimarron when the storm
come. They’d be safe enough under
the bluffs; have wood fer a fire, and
lay thar mighty comfortable. That's
whar them bucks are. all right. Why,
damn it, man, we've got to get
through. 'Tain’t Just our fool lives
that's at stake. Brace up!”
“How far have we come?"
“A good ten miles, an’ the compass
has kep’ us straight."
They drew in closer together, and
munched a hard cracker apiece, occa-
sionally exchanging a muttered word
or two, thrashing their limbs about
to keep up circulation, and dampening
their lips with snow. They were but
dim, spectral shapes In the darkness,
the air filled with crystal pellets,
swept about by a merciless wind, the
horses standing tails to the storm and
heads drooping. In spite of the light
refraction of the snow the eyes could
scarcely see two yards away through
the smother. Above, about, the cease-
less wind howled, its icy breath chill-
ing to the bone. Carroll clambered
stiffly into his saddle, crying and
swearing from weakness and pain.
The others, Etumbiing about in the
deep snow, which had drifted around
them during the brief halt, stripped
the blanket from Wade's dead body,
and tucked it in about Carroll as best
"Now keep kicking and thrashing
about, George,' ordered the Sergeant
sternly. "For God's sake, don’t go
to sleep, or you’ll be where Jim is.
We'll haul you out of this, old man.
Sam. you take the rear, and hit Car-
roll a whack ever;- few minutes; I'll
break trail Forward! now.”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
IS IT RIGHT TO ADVERTISE COCA
Men who play the wily game of poli-
tics have discovered that the best way
to distract the attention of the public
from their own shortcomings is to
make a loud-mouthed sensational at-
tack upon someone else. As the cut-
tle-fish eludes Its pursuer by clouding
the surrounding water with the con-
tents of its ink sac. so the political ad
.enturei takes advantage of the igno-
rance and prejudices of the people to
escape from his indefensible position
by muddying the waters of public
„ case in point is the recent attack
made upon the religious press for
carrying Coca-Cola advertising This
. Hack was made b a politician who
v.ss upposed tc be an expert in chem-
.strv but whc. having brought a suit
-gainst the Coca-Cola Company, was
humiliated by having to acknowledge
that .e could not qualify as an expert,
.he court decided In favor of the Coca-
Cola Company r- It was clearly shown
that the only essential difference be-
tween Coca-Cola and coffee or tea Is
that the former contains only about
half as much caffeine as the latter and
that the flavor is different.
The question as to whether it is right
to advertise Coca-Cola seems to resolve
itself therefore into the question as to
whether it is right to advertise coffee,
tea, chocolate, cocoa and other bever-
ages of the caffeine group.—Adv.
“Cuss" If It Helps.
The use of profanity, if it Imparts
a feeling of satisfaction, is not con-
demned by a leading professor of Eng-
lish, H. C. Long, of the Carnegie In-
stitute of Technology.
This form of expression is artistic,
according to the profsesor, who sub-
stantiates his Ideas by pointing to the
reputation of George Washington,
who, he says, was an artist in pro-
Professor Long is quoted by the Tar-
tan, the Carnegie "tech" paper, as fol-
"To become profane on trivial oc-
casions is surely to deprive this rem-
edy for human ills of its virtue by de-
grading to inferior use. Washington's
reputation as a perfect and secure art-
ist in the profane was gained on two
or three occasions only, when he felt
the frenzy of great provocation."
A student looked up the word tan-
go" In a Latin dictionary. This la
what be found: "To take In hand, car-
ry off. to be contiguous to, to strike,
YOURSELF; in other
words, your lazy liver. You
have been overloading the
stomach, rod thus clog-
ging the bowels. You can
easily stir these organs to
healthy activity by the
daily use of
Convict Made Pets of Mice.
An interesting story of a convict
and his two pet mice is told in the
report of Captain Hanson, the prison
commissioner of London.
Captain Hanson said the convict,
who was imprisoned at Parkhurst, had
two pet mice, but was ordered to an-
other prison, where he was unable to
take his pets. Captain Hanson prom-
ised to have them cared for and him-
Belf went to the cell for the mice.
"Never shall 1 forget the parting
scene," continued the officer. "The
man took each of the mjee. calling
them by name, kissed them, and then
pqt them In a little box he had lined
with flannel, and with them a piece of
bread and a piece of cheese he had
A Legal Opinion.
"A cat sits on my back fence every
night, and he yowls and yowls and
yowls. Now, 1 don't want to have any
trouble with Neighbor Jones, but this
thing has gone far enough, and 1 want
you to tell me what to do."
The young lawyer looked as ^olemn
as an old, sick owl, and said not a
“I have a right to shoot the cat, j
"I would hardly Bay that," replied j
young Coke Blackstone. "The cat does
not belong to you, as I understand it.” |
"No, but the fence does.”
"Then." concluded the light of law, j
“I think it safe to say you have a j
perfect right to tear down the fence.” j
Gink 1—"Do you drink coffee?" Gink
2—"Naw; I live at a boarding house.”
—Minnesota Minne-Ha Ha.
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"Why do they talk about laying bills
on the table?" "Because they mean
to dish them.”
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"They tried the new play on the
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"What's a Barmecide feast, old
chap?" "It’s a meal where there is
no waitdr to be tipped."
More men might get to the front if |
they didn't stop to talk.
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Mrs. R. S. Andrews, llBl Hightli Avenue. Great
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my garments Juat hnng on me. and 1 had given
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Delicacy on the Bench.
When a desertion summons came
before Mr. Symmons at Woolwich
police court it was stated the hus-
band was at present undergoing four-
teen days’ Imprisonment for an of-
fense. Mr. Symmons, turning to the
wife, observed: **I am afraid we
must adjourn thin, as your husband
has other engagements which prevent
his being here today.”
DEAF AND DUMB SWEETHEART
Another Proof of the Truth of the
Time-Honored Saying That "Love
Will Find a Way."
The way in which deaf and
dumb people make love is rath
er queer. A gentleman belonging to
a deaf and dumb asylum tells of a
courtship recently carried on between
"During the progress of the match."
he says, "the young man experienced
but one difficulty, and that In a short
time he surmounted. The thorn that
lay in his bed of roses was a gas-jet,
which, as he, of course, conversed
with his adored one in the sign lan-
guage, it was always necessary to
keep ablaze—a woeful embarrassing
thing for lovers.
"Finally they discovered that they
could utilize their sense of touch In
deciphering their sign-language. Buy
holding one another's hands they
found that they could carry on a con-
versation with tolerable facility, and
in about a week were adepts. Thus,
deaf, dumb, and practically blind, they
enjoyed all the pleasures of love.
They have spread their discovery
among their friends, and I believe the
discovery has taken fast hold upon
deaf an 1 dumb lovers."
Latest Fire Engine.
An Interesting new type of automo-
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four men only, but will be fitted with
a large tank containing four hundred
liters of water. Thus as the engine
arrives on the scene of a fire it can
begin pumping water while the fire-
men are making in the necessary con-
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minimum waate of time. The new
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cumbersome automobile fire engines
which the Parts brigade possesses at
present, and which in the future will
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The Pittsburg Enterprise (Pittsburg, Okla.), Vol. 8, No. 51, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 26, 1913, newspaper, June 26, 1913; (gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc1043090/m1/2/: accessed October 21, 2018), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.