The Hennessey Clipper (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 23, No. 47, Ed. 1 Thursday, April 3, 1913 Page: 6 of 8
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A TALE Or THE FRONTIER
flwiorof "Keith effhe
Border r Mv Lady <?>f
Doubt'.' My Lady of f/<c
South V c/c, e/c. ,
cornuoMT wis by a.c.mk-lurg a co.
Major McDonald. i-ommandlnK an army
*HiM 11'*i* r l'ort Podgf. ■t'f'ka ti man to
Intercept ' 1« daughter. Molly, who
headed for the poHt. An Indian outbreak
is threatened. ••Brick" Hamlin, a *er-
itear.t who had Just arrived with me*
■aces to McDonald. \olunteers for tne
misfion and starts alone. Molly arrives
at Fort Ripley two days (head of ■cn«d-
She decided to pu*l. on to port
Dodge hv Plage In company with 'Sutler
Bill" Moylan. Gonzales, a gambler, *
albo a passenger. Hamlin meets the ntrtKt*
with stories « f depredations committed
by the Indians. It Is decided to return
to Ripley. The driver deserts the stasre
when Indians appear. The Indians are
twice repulsed In attack on the sta^e by
Hamlin, Moylan and (loniales The latter
la killed Moylan is killed In next attack.
Indians retire, and Hamlin and Molly wait
for the next move They plan to attempt
«acape In the darkness by way of a
giilly. Molly Is wounded.
Ho could feel her breathing, and
realized the danger of her return to
consciousness. If she should be fright-
ened and cry out, their fate would be
sealed. Yet he must accept the chance,
now that he knew the way to be clear
He held her tightly In both arms, his
revolver thrust back Into its holster.
Bending as low as he could with his
burden, feeling carefully through the
darkness before advancing a foot, he
moved steadily forward. Where the
gully deepened their heads were at
the edge of the bank, but much of the
■way was exposed, except for the dark
shadows of the slope. Fortunately
there were clouds to the west, already
obscuring that half of the sky, but to
the east nothing was visible against
the faint luminousness of the sky-line.
Once, far over there to the left, a gun
was fired, the flame splitting the night
asunder, and against the distant re-
flection a black figure rose up be-
tween, only to be Instantly snufTed out
again. Hamlin put down his uplifted
foot, and waited, in tense, motionless
silence, but nothing happened, except
the echo of a far-away voice.
A dozen feet farther, some four-
footed animal suddenly leaped to the
edge of the bank, sniffed, and disap-
peared noiselessly. So taut were his
nerves strung that the Sergeant sank
upon his knees, releasing one hand to
grip his revolver, before he realized
the cause of alarm—some prowling
prairie wolf. Then, with teeth grim-
ly locked, bending lower and lower,
he crept across the rutted trail, and
past the dead body of the Indian. Not
•until then did he dare to breathe nat-
urally or to stand upright; but now,
the gully, bending to the right, led
away from danger, every step gained
nddlng to their safety. lie was confi-
dent now, full of his old audacity, yet
awake to every trick of plainscraft.
The girl's head rested against his
shoulder, and he bent his cheek to
Siers, feeling its warmth. The touch
of his unshaven beard pricked her In-
to semi-consciousness, and she spoke
so loud that it gave him a thrill of ap-
prehension. He dared not run in the
darkness for fear of stumbling, yet
moved with greater swiftness, until
the depression ended at the river.
Here, under the protection of the
bank, Hamlin put down his burden
and stood erect, stretching his
strained muscles and staring back in-
to the dark.
What now? Which way should they
turn? He had accomplished all he had
planned for himself back there in the
coach, but now he became aware of
other problems awaiting solutiou. In
less than an hour it would bo day-
light ; h * almost imagined it was light-
er already over yonder in the east.
With the first dawn those watchful
Indians, creeping cautiously closer,
would discover the stage deserted, and
would be on their trail. And they had
left a trail easily followed. Perhaps
the hard, dry ground might confuse
those savage trackers, but they would
scour the open country between bluff
and rivor, and find the dead warrior in
th gully. That would tell the story.
To go west, along the edge of the
river, wading in the water, would be
useless precaution; such a trick would
be suspected .it once, and there was
no possibility of rescue from that di-
rection. They might as well walk
open-eyed into a trap. There was but
one hope, one opportunity—to cross
the stream before dawn came and
liide anions: those shifting sand-dunes
of the opposite shore. Hamlin thor-
oughly understood the risk involved,
the treacherous nature of the Arkan-
sas, the possibility that both might be
sucked down by engulfing quicksand,
yet even such a lonely death was pre-
ferable to Indian torture.
The girl at his feet stirred and
moaned. In another moment he had
tilled his hat with water from the riv-
er, had lifted her head upon one arm,
and using the handkerchief from about
his throat, was washing away the
blood that matted her hair. Now that
his fingers felt the wound, he realized
the force of the blow stunning her, al-
though its outward manifestation was
slight. Her figure trembled in his
arms and her eyes opened, gazing up
wonderlngly at the black outlines of
his shadow. Then she made an effort
as though to draw away.
"Lie still a while yet, Miss McDon-
ald," he said soothingly, "until you re-
gain your strength."
He heard the quick gasp of her
breath, and felt tho sudden relaxing
of her muscles.
"You!" she exclaimed In undis-
guised relief at recognition of the
voice; "is It really you? Where are
we? What has happened?"
He told her rapidly, his face bent'
close, realizing that she was clinging
to him again as she had once before
back in the stage. As he ended, she
lifted one hand to her wound.
"And I am not really hurt—not serl
ously?" her voice bewildered. "1—1
never realized 1 had be n struck. And
—and you carried me all that way—"
"I—I can hardly comprehend—yet.
Please explain again; ;they are back
there watching for us still, believing
we are in the coach; they will follow
our trail as soon as it becomes day-
light. Why—why, the sky is brighter
over in the east already, isn't it?
What was It you said we muBt do?"
"Get across the river; once hidden
In those sand-dunes over there we'll
be safe enough."
"Across the river," she repeated the
words dully, sitting up to stare out to-
ward the water. Then her head sank
into her hands. "Can we—can we
ever do that?"
Hamlin bent forward on his knees,
striving with keen eyes, sharpened by
his night's experience, to learn more
of what lay before them. The move-
ment, slight as it was, served to
frighten her, and she grasped him by
"l)o not leave me; do not go away."
she implored swiftly. "Whatever you
say is best, I will do."
Across the River.
Tie dropped his hand upon hers,
clasping the clinging Angers tightly
"Yes, we can make it," he answered
confidently. "Walt until 1 make sure
what is out there."
He had slight recollection of the
stream at this point, although he had
crossed it often enough at the known
fords, both above and below Yet
these crossings had always been ac
complished with a horse under him.
and a knowledge of where the trail
ran. Hut he knew the stream, its pe-
Her Figure Trembled In His Arms
and Her Eyes Opened.
culiarities and dangers. It was not
llie volume of water, nor Its depth b.
feared, for wide as it appeared stretch
ing from bank to bank, he realized its
shallow sluggishness. The peril lay
in quicksand, or the plunging into
some unseen hole, where the sudden
swirl of water might pull them under.
Alone he would have risked it reck
lessly, but with her added woight in
his arms, he realized how a single
false step would bo fatal. The farther
shore was invisible; he could per
ceive nothing but the slight gleam of
water lapping the sand at his feet, as
it flowed slowly, noiselessly paBt, and
bevond, the dim outline of a narrow
•and ridge. Even thla, however, «u
encouragement, proving the (hallow-
neii of the stream. He turned about,
hU face so close he could see her
"We shall have to try It, Miss Mc-
Donald; you must permit me to carry
"And whatever happens do not
scieain—just cling tight to me."
"Yes," a little catching in her throat.
"Tell me first, please, just what It is
Quicksand principally; It is in all
these western rivers, and the two oi
us together on one pair of feet will
make it harder to pull out of the suck
If I tell you to get down, do bo
"Then there may bo holes out there
in the bottom I don't mind those so
much, although these cavalry boots
are no help in swimming."
"I can swim."
"Hardly in your clothes; but I am
glad to know it, nevertheless. You
could keep afloat at least, and the
holes are never very large. Are you
She gave him her hands and stood
up. The Sergeant drew In a long
breath and transferred the haversack
to her shoulder.
"We'll try and keep that from get
ting soaked, if we can," he explained
"There is no hotel over In those sand-
hills. Now hold on tight."
He Bwung her easily to his broad
shoulder, clasping her slender figure
closely with one arm.
"That's it! Now get a Arm grip. I'll
carry you all right."
To the girl, that passage was never
more than a dim memory. Still par-
tially dazed from the severe blow 011
her hi'ad, she closed her eyes as Ham
liii stepped cautiously down into the
stream and clung to him desperately,
expecting each moment to bo flung
forward into the water, but the Ser-
geant's mind was upon his work, and
every detail of the struggle left its
impress on Ills memory. He saw the
dark sweep of the water, barely vis-
ible in the gleam of those few stars
unobscured by cloud, and felt the slug
gisli flow against his legs as he moved.
The bottom was soft, yet his feet did
not sink deeply, although it was rath-
er difficult wading. However, the clay
gave him more confidence than sand
underfoot, and there was less depth of
water even than he had anticipated.
He was wet only to the thighs when
he toiled up on to the low spit of sand,
and put the girl down a moment to
catch a fresh breath and examine the
broader stretch of water ahead. They
could see both shores now, that which
they had just left, a blaclt, lumping,
dim outline. Except for the lapping
of the water at their feet, all was
deathly still Even the Indian fire had
died out, and it was hard to conceive
that savages were hidden behind that
black veil, and that they two were
actually fleeing for their lives. To the
girl it was like some dreadful delirium
of sleep, but the man felt the full
struggle. There was a star well down
in the south he chose to guide by, but
beyond that he inust trust to good for-
tune. Without a word he lifted her
again to his shoulder, and pushed on.
The water ran deeper, shelving off
rapidly, until it rose well above his
waist, and with sufficient current so
that he was compelled to lean against
it to maintain balance, scarcely ven-
turing forward a foot at a time. Once
he stumbled over somo obstruction,
barely averting a fall; he felt the
swift clutch of her fingers at hi3
throat, the quick adjustment of her
body, but her lips gave no utterance
of alarm. His groping feet touched
the edge of a hole, and he turned, fac-
ing the current, tracing his way care-
fully until he found a passage 011 solid
bottom. A bit of driftwood swirled
down out of the night; a water-soaked
limb, striking against him before it
was even seen, bruised one arm, and
then dodged past like a wild thing,
leaving a glitter of foam behind. The
sand-dunc3 grew darker, more dis-
tinct, the water began to grow shal-
low. the bottom changing from mud to
sand. He slipped and staggered in
the uncertain footing, his breath com
ing in quicker gasps, yet with no cess-
ation of effort. Once he felt the dread
ed suck about his ankles, and broke
into a reckless ,-un, splashing straight
forward, falling at the water's edge,
yet not before the girl was resting
safely on the soft sand.
Strong as Hamlin was, his muscles
trained by strenuous out-door life, ho
lay there for a moment utterly help-
less, more exhausted from tho nervous
strain indeed, than the physical exer
tion. He had realized fully the des-
perate nature of that passage, expect-
ing every step to be engulfed, and the
reaction, the knowledge that they had
actually attained tlie shore safely, left
him weak as a chl'1, hardly able to
comprehend the fact. The girl was
upon her feet flrst, alarmed and so-
licitous, bending down to touch him
with her hand
"Sergeant, you are not hurt?" she
questioned. "Tell me you are not
"Oh, no," dragging himself up the
bank, yet panting as he endeavored
to speak cheerfully "Only that was
am short of breath. I shall be all
right tn a moment."
There was a sand-dune lust beyond,
and lie seated himself and leaned
"I am beginning to breathe easier
already," ho explained. "Sit down
here, .\Il3a McDonald. We are safe
enough now in this darkness."
"You are all wet, soaking wet."
"That is nothing; the sand is warm
yet Irom yesterday's sun, and my
clothes will dry fast enough. It is be-
ginning to grow light In the east."
The faces of both turned in that di-
rection where appeared the first twi-
light approach of dawn. Already
were visible the dark lines of the op-
posite shore, across the gleam of wa-
ter, and beyond appeared the dim out-
line of the higher bluffs. The slope be-
tween river and hill, however, re-
mained in impenetrable darkness. The
minds of both fugitives reverted to
the same scene—the wrecked stage
with its dead passengers within, its
savage watchers without. She lifted
her head, and the sol't light reflected
011 her face.
'1—I thank Clod we are not over
there now." she said falteringly.
"Yes," he admitted. "They will be
creeping in closer; they will not wait
much longer Hard as I have worked,
I can't realize yet that we are out of
"You did not expect to succeed?"
"No; frankly I did not; all I could
do was hope—take the one chance
left. The slightest accident meant be-
trayal. I ani ashamed of being so
weak just now. but it was the strain.
You see." he explained carefully. "I've
been scouting through hostile Indian
country mostly day and night for uear
FINERY FOR THE RRIDE
INNUMERABLE ARE THE PRETTY
THINGS IN EVIDENCE.
Both for the Principal Figure and Her
Attendants There Seems to Be
No End to the Delightful
The icleal bride is a slender, girl-
ish figure in a clinging gown of subtly
Bimple lines veiled in vaporous clouds
•of tuile or filmy lace. Where the
bride Is not built upon the ideal lines
she tries to conform to them as near-
ly as possible, and so frills and fur-
belows, trimmings that cut the skirt
length and sleeves or corsage dra-
peries that widen the silhouette are
The princess gow n, so long a favor-
ite with brides, has to a large extent
given place to the girdled frock.
Many of the loveliest bridal gowns of
the season are made with skirts ris-
"Tell Me, Are You Hurt?"
ly a week, and then this thing hap-
pened. No matter how iron a man is
his nerve goes back on him after a
"It wasn't myself," he went on dog-
gedly, "but it was the knowledge of
having to take care of you. That was
what made me worry; that, and know-
ing a single misstep, the slightest
noise, would bring those devils on us,
where I couldn't fight, where there
was just one thing I could do."
There was silence, her hands
pressed to her face, her eyes fixed on
him. Then she questioned him soberly.
"You mean, kill me?"
"Sure," he answered simply, with-
out looking around; "I would have had
to do it—just as though you were a
sister of mine."
Her hands reached out and clasped
his, and he glanced aside at her face,
seeing it clearly.
"]—i thought you would," she said,
her voice trembling. "I—I was going
to ask you once before I was hurt,
but—but I couldn't, and somehow I
trusted you from the first, when you
got in." She hesitated, and then
I sked: "How did you know I was
I Molly McDonald? You never asked."
! Tho Sergeant's eyes smiled, turning
I away from her face to stare out across
"Because I had seen your picture."
"My pictui'e? Rut you told us you
were from Fort Union?"
"Yes; that is my station, only I had
been sent to tho cantonment on the
Cimarron with dispatches. Your fa-
ther was in command there, and wor-
ried half to death about you. He could
not leave the post, and the only officer
remaining there with him was a dis-
abled cavalry captain. Every man he
could trust was out on scouting serv-
ice. He took a chance on me. Maybe
he iiked my looks, I don't know ; more
probably, he judged l wouldn't be a
sergeant and entrusted with those dis-
patches I'd just, brought in, if I wasn't
considered trustworthy. Anyhow I had
barely fallen asleep when the orderly
called me, and that was what was
wanted—that I ride north and head
"But you were not obliged to go?"
"No; I was not under jour father's
orders. I doubt if l would have con-
sented if I hadn't been shown your
picture. I couldn't very well refuse
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
We, by our suffering, learn to ,wiz .
attractive things for bridesmaids pw-
poses are comparatively simple.
..The frock, nf net and lace and of
chiffon or charmeuso with quaint lu-
tie coats of silk are admirable for the
bridesmaid, and there are innumer-
able models of this kind. A model
which would make a charming trock
for the purpose is of pale pink char-
meuse. The bodice is made with ki-
mono sleeves. The fronts of the
blouse are cut with a shallow yoko
and cross in surplice style. 'I he skirt
of the frock is also made with a yoke
to which the lower part is attached in
full draped folds.
There is a girdle of pompadour rib-
bon with dull blue background strewn
with pink roses. The ribbon girdle
fastens at tho left side and falls in
long sash ends.
Another bridesmaid's frock is of
charmeuse and shadow lace. The low-
er part of the bodice and looped-up
tunic are of the shadow lace. The up-
per part of the bodice is draped with
chiffon. The lower part of the skirt
is of charmeuse.
USE FOR THE HANDBAG FRAME
Can Be Made of Much Service When
It Has Passed First Period
of Good Work.
Long ago women learned to save
the handsome frame of the handbag
whose fabric portion was too old and
too shabby to be tolerated In respect-
able society. And now comes the
fancy workbag which needs a secure
clasp, lest its lace and silk floss treas-
ures get soiled or torn. Any metal
frame of good quality may be punc-
tured with an edging row of tiny holes
(by a repair jeweler) and by means of
these punctures may be attached to a
balloon-shaped bag of heavy silk, art
canvas or some kindred firm material,
lined daintily with satin or lingerie.
That tills bag may be considerably
distended, the fabric selected is cut
into a half yard square, doubled once,
the sides securely joined and the top9
gathered separately into a single box
plait at the center. Converging from
that plait are four deep side folds, the
outer ones being filled—as well as
plaited—into the boles at the extreme
ends of tho frame. Instead of double
hangers, these embroidery bags are
suspended by a single broad and long
strap of the silk or canvas, fastened
to the center plaits below the edge of
tho frame and concealing Its clasp
This one strap at the center of the
bag is more easily slipped over the
wrist than are two narrow handles
and it better sustains the weight of
the receptacle's contents. On a small-
er scale and in brocade or tinsel lace
veiled-satin, these bags are suitable
for opera glases or for bridge purses.
a rather hard pull, the last of it, and I ' our bliss.,—Dryden.
ing high to meet a simple, clinging
little bodice chiefly or entirely of lace
or other sheer material.
Often this skirt is merely a satin
tunic swathed softly around the body,
the two sides crossing surplicewise in
front, opening to show a glimpse of
underrobe or petticoat of lace, tulle
or other sheer stuff, and sweeping
backward to form the long train. The
upper part of the bodice is in the
sheer lace or tulle of the petticoat
Where the train is not managed in
some such clinging, draped tunic fash-
ion it is usually made separately.
When it comes to bridesmaids'
frocks, there is no end to the delight-
ful possibilities. Models quaint, pic-
turesque, artistic, or merely beauti-
ful, in conservative fashion, are seen
on every side, and extravagance is
not necessary, for some of the most
MUST HAVE MANNISH EFFECT
Four-in-Hand Ties to Accompany
Spring Tailored Costume Will Be
Wash silk for wear with spring
tailored costumes will be accompan-
ied by four-in-hand ties in mannish ef-
fect, If southern 6tyle forecasts are
to be believed. At Aiken and Ashe-
vlllo women who golf and take long
walks for "reducing"—which is al-
ways much in vogue about this time
of year—wear short skirts of cordu-
roy or tweed about boots of the new
washable tan leather which mud does
not stain; jaunty Norfolk or Mack-
inaw coats and soft wash silk skirts
with turned back link cuffs, flaring
collars, that open rather deeply at the
throat and four-in-hand ties of knit-
ted slllc. The very latest notion in
such ties is the rainbow effect, a
broad tie In neutral toned gray silk,
having crosswise bands of bright col-
or set midway of the ends. Several
colors are used in combination and
the rainbow effect is both smart and
SHIRTWAIST OF WASH SILK
Always in Order, but Design Must Be
Left to Discretion of the
The soft wash-silk shirtwaist is
made more or less plain, according to
the figure that its wearer possesses.
For those who are plump the plainest
models are chosen. Hut shoulders are
long and so are sleeves.
The neck of these waists is finished
with long sleeves and wide sailor col-
lars as soft and rather high at the
back. Cuffs are turned back, and link
buttons are worn with some of them.
By way of a little frivolity, jabots
of net or lace provide a finishing touch
which seems superfluous with the four-
in-hand tie, but is nevertheless in evi-
j When made up for a slender figure
1 these waists are set to a yoke in the
j back and fulled into the shoulder in
j front. The collars are widened.
| Soft waists of crepe cloth are made
j plain with long sleeves and wide col-
lars as well as in the regulation de-
I signs just decribed. Turnback cuffs
I often finished with crystal buttons.
These waists are opened at the throat.
' —Woman's World.
DAINTY TEA GOWN
AT THE AGE OF REAL WORTH'
Youth of Eighty Years of Age Hopes
to Demonstrate His Value Before
Here is a young fellow who Is the
real thing. Andrew D. White, founder
of Cornell university, for several years
representative of the nation at St.
Petersburg and Berlin, and delegate
tn the first Hague peace congress, re-
cently reached the age of discretion
fnil celebrated his eightieth birthday.
So now I10 expects to be able to do
some real work, lie has taken up ilie
study of criminology and hopes, he
says, within the next few years to
make some contributions worth while
on tbe subject.
That is the sort of spirit of youth
to make a man envious, llut why not ?
At eighty a person Is Just beginning
to accumulate a bit of wisdom and to
get rid of the half baked Ideas of his
boyhood. He Is reaching a point where
he sees through the shams of success
that really Is failure and failure that
really is success With such a good
foundation to build on, why shouldn't
he start in to do something of real
Blessed are the young In heart.—
Kansas City Star
Carlyle said of Robert Gurns that
there wbb no truer gentleman In Eu-
rope than the plowman poet It was
because he loved everything—the
mouse and tbe daisy, and all the
i things, great and small, that God bad
made. So with this simple passport
he could mingle with any society, and
enter courts and palaces from hlB
little cottage on the banks of the Ayr.
Vou know the meaning of the word
"gentleman." It means a gentle man
—a man who does things gently with
love. And that Is the whole art and
mystery of It. The gentleman cannot
tn the nature of things do an un-
gentle, an ungentlemanly thin;. The
ungentle soul, the Inconsiderate, un-
sympathetic nature cannot do any-
thing else.—Henry Drummond
White Coat Lined With Pink Brocade.
A beautiful little coat in fine white
French serge is lined with deep pink
crepe de chine brocade. The serge is
juat transparent enough to show faint,
ly the rose-colored lining through its
own texture, producing an exquisite
effect. The trimming is of polished
cream white buttons, half an inch in
diameter, and slightly rounded on top.
These are set in close rows, three to
five In each group. A scarf of pink
Bilk crepe, gathered into tasseled ends,
!• worn wlih this charming little coat.
Tea gown of white crepe richly trim,
med with filet lace and insertions, llall
fringe and embroidered bands are used
A point to be considered in the new
costumes Is tho development toward
belted coat and blouse effucU.
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