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THE YALEDEMOCRAT
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MOLLY^DONAip
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SYNOPSIS.
Major McDonald, commanding an army
Boat near Fort Dodge, seeks a man to
Intercept hie daughter, Molly, who Is
headed for the poet. An Indian outbreak
le threatened. Sergeant ••Brick" Hamlin
meete the etage In which Molly le travel-
ing. They are attacked by Indiana, and
Hamlin and Molly eacape In the darkness.
Hamlin telle Molly he wae discharged
from the Confederate service In disgrace
end at the close of the war enlisted In
Ihe regular army. He suspects one Cap-
tain LeFevre of being responsible for
his disgrace. Troops appear and under
•scort of Lieut, (joskins Molly starts to
loin her father. Hamlin leaves to rejoin
ktn regiment. He returns to Fort Dodge
Sfter a summer of fighting Indians, ana
Inds Molly there. Lieutenant Gaskins
accuses Hamlin of shooting him. The
lergeant Is proven Innocent. He seas
Molly In company with Mrs. Dupont,
whom he recognises as a former sweet-
heart, who threw him over for LeFevre.
Later he overhears Dupont and a soldier
hatching up a money-tnaklng plot. Molly
tells llamlln her fnthor seems to be In
the power of Mrs Dupont, who claims to
be a daughter of McDonald's sister. Mol-
ly dlsnppcurs and llamlln sets out to
trace her. McDonald Is ordered to Fort
Ripley. Hamlin finds McDonald’s m'ir-
fiered body, lie takes Wasson, a guide,
snd two troopers and goes In pursuit or
the murderers, who had robbed McDon-
ald of $80,000 paymaster’s money. He sus-
pects Dupont. Conners, soldier accom-
plice of Dupont, Is found murdered. Mam-
Sn's party Is caught In a fierce blizzard
while heading for the Clmmaron. One
man dies from cold and another almost
succumbs. Wasson Is shot as they come
In sight of Clmmaron. Hamlin discovers
a log cabin hidden under a bluff, occupied
by Hughes, a cow thief, who Is laying for
LeFevre, who cheated him In a cattle
deal. Hla description Identifies LeFevre
and Dupont as one and the same. Hughes
shot Wasson mistaking him for one of
LeFevre’e party. Hamlin and Hughes
take up the trail of LeFevre, who la
carrying Molly to the Indian s camp.
Two days out
|]y __ ____ _______
ut they sight the fugitives.
A fight ensues In which Hughes Is shot
hi an Indian. Dying, he makes a desper-
ate attempt to snoot LeFevre, but hits
Hamlin, while the latter Is disarming Le
Fevre. LeFevre escapes, believing Ham-
lin and Molly dead. Molly tells Hamlin
that her father was Implicated In the
plot to steal the paymaster's money.
Hamlin confesses his love for Mn ly and
find that it Is reciprocated. Molly de-
clares her father was forced Into the
robbers' plot
CHAPTER XXXIV.—Continued.
They oould perceive the blue of the
overooate as they rode over the ridge,
and at their sudden appearance the
tittle column of horsemen came to a
halt. Hamlin flung up one hand In elg
nal, and the two urged their ponteB
down the side of the hill. Three men
spurred forth to meet them, spreading
out slightly as though still suspicious
of some trick, but, as they drew near,
the leader suddenly waved his hand,
and they dashed forward.
•‘Hamlin 1 Glad to see you again,"
the first rider greeted the Sergeant
cordially. "Can this be Major McDon-
ald’s daughter.”
“Yes, Major Elliott; I can repeat
the story as we ride along, sir. You
are the advance of Custer’s expedi-
tion. I presumeT”
“We are; the others are some miles
behind, moving slowly so that the
wagons can keep within touch. Won-
derful the way those wagons have
pushed ahead over the rough country.
Have only missed camp twice since
we left Fort Dodge."
“When was that, sir?"
"Hefore the blizzard all except your
troop were at Camp Supply; they had
Joined Blnco. and It was then we heard
about your trip down here. What be-
came of your men, Sergeant?”
“Wasson and one private were
killed, sir; the other private was
frozen so badly 1 had to leave him In
shelter on the Cimarron."
“By gad, It sounds interesting; and
so you tackled the villains alone, and
had some fight at that before rescuing
MIbb McDonald. Well, the story will
keep until we make camp again.
However," and he bent low over the
lady's hand, "1 must congratulate Miss
McDonuld on her escaping without
any Borlous Injury."
“That Is not all I should l^e con-
gratulated upon, Major Elliott,” she
said quietly.
”No—eh—perhaps I do not under-
stand." *
“I desire that you shall; I refer to
my eugagement to Sergeant llamlln.”
The officer glanced In some bewll-
dermont from her face to that of the
ellent trooper.
"You—you menn matrimonial?" he
stammered, plainly embarrassed, un-
able so suddenly to grasp the peculiar
situation. ‘’Hamlin, what—what does
this mean?"
“Miss Molly and 1 have known each
other for somo time,” explained the
Sergeant bluntly. "Out here alone we
discovered wo were more than friends.
Thnt Is all. sir "
For an Inatant Elliott hesitated,
held by the strange etiquette of rank
then tlie gentleman conquered the sol
riier, unci he drew off Ills glove, and
le Id out Ins hand.
"i i n con«rntulule you, Miss Mc-
Donald." he exclaimed frankly. “I
have known Sergeant Hamlin for two
years; he ia a soldier and a gentle-
man.”
The red blood swept Into her
cheeks, her eyes brightening.
"He is my soldier," ehe replied aoft-
ly, "and the man I love.”
They rode together down the steep
hillside covered with Ita mantle of
snow to Join the little body of troop-
ers halted In the valley. Only once
did Elliott speak.
You know Black Kettle’s camp,
Sergeant?"
“We were almost within sight of It,
sir. I saw his pony herd distinctly."
"Where was that?”
“On the Canadian, close to the
mouth of Buffalo Creek."
"Did you learn anything as to the
number of Indians with blm?”
"Nothing definite, Rmt It Is a large
encampment, not all Cheyennes."
“So we heard, but were unable to
discover the exact situation. We have
been feeling our way forward cau-
tiously. I fear It is going to be my
unpleasant duty to separate you and
Miss McDonald. We shall need your
servioea as guide, and the lady will
be far better oft with the main col-
umn. Indeed some of the empty wag-
ons are to be sent back to Camp Sup-
ply tonight, and probably CuBter will
deem it beet that she return with
them. This winter campaigning la
going to be rough work, outside of
the fighting. You know Custer, and
hla style; besides Sheridan Is him-
self at Camp Supply In command."
“You hear, Molly?"
“Yes; of course, I will do whatever
General Custer deems best. Are there
any women at Camp Supply, Major?"
“Yes, a few; camp women mostly,
although there may be also an officer’s
wife or two—19th Kansas volunteers."
"Then It will be best for me to go
there, If I can,” she smiled. "I am
desperately In need of clothes.”
‘T suspected as much. I will ar-
range to give you a guard at once.
And you, Sergeant? As you are still
under special orders, I presume I have
no authority to detain you In my com-
mand.1'
"I prefer to remain, sir," grimly
"Dupont, Miss McDonald’s captor, is
alive and In Black Kettle’s camp. We
still have a feud to settle."
“Good; then that Is arranged; ah,
MIbb McDonald, allow me to present
Lieutenant Chambers. Lieutenant, de-
tail three men to guard the lady back
to the main column. Have her taken
to General Cueter at once.”
“Very well, sir; and the command?”
Elliott looked at the Sergeant in-
quiringly.
"That Is for Sergeant Hamlin to de-
termine; he has Just been scouting
through that country, and will act as
guide."
The Sergeant stood for a moment
motionless beside hlB horse studying
the vista of snow-draped hillside. The
region beyond the crest of the ridge
unrolled before his memory.
"Then we will keep directly on up
this valley, sir," he said at last “It’s
Wolf Creek, 1b It not? We shall be
safer to keep out of sight today, and
this depression must lead toward the
Canadian. May I exchange mounts
with one of those men going back,
Major? I fear my pony Is about
done.”
"Certainly.”
There wns no opportunity for any-
thing Bave a simple grasp of the hand,
ero Molly rode away with her escort
Then the little column of troopers
moved on, and Hamlin, glancing back-
ward as he rode past, took his place
in advance beside Major Elliott.
and silence, and as they were still
miles away from the position assigned
for Black Kettle’s encampment, the
men were permitted to build fires and
prepare a warm meal under shelter of
the bluffs. Two hours later the main
column arrived and also went Into
camp. It was intensely cold but the
men were cheerful as they ate their
supper of smoky and half-roasted buf-
falo meat, bacon, hard-tack, and cof-
fee.
In response to orders the Sergeant
went down the line of tiny fires to re-
port In person to Custer. He found
that commander ensconced In a small
tent, hastily erected In a little grove
of cottonwoods, which afforded a
slight protection from the piercing
wind. Before him on the ground
from which the snow had been swept
lay a map of the region, while all
about, pressed tightly Into the narrow
quarters, were his troop officers. As
Hamlin was announced by the order-
ly, conversation ceased, and Custer
surveyed the newcomer an Instant In
silence.
"Step forward. Sergeant." he said
quietly. "Ah, yes; I had forgotten
your name, but remember your face,”
he smiled about on the group. "We
have been so scattered since our or-
ganization, gentlemen, that we are all
comparative strangers." He stood up,
lifting in one hand a tin cup of coffee.
‘Gentlemen, all we of the Seventh re-
oice In the honor of the service,
whether It be upheld by officer or en-
listed man. I bid you drink a toast
with me to Sergeant Hamlin.”
“But, General, I have done nothing
to deserve—”
"Observe the modesty of a- real
hero. Yet wait until I am through.
With due regard for his achievements
as a soldier, I propose this toast in
commemoration of a greater deed of
gallantry than those of arms—the cap-
ture of MIbs Molly McDonald!”
There was a quick uplifting of cups,
burst of laughter, and a volley of
questions, the Sergeant staring about
motionless, his face flushed.
“What Is It, General?"
"Tell us the story!"
“Give us the Joke!"
"But I assure you It Is no Joke. I
have It direct from the fair lips of the
lady. Brace yourselves, gentlemen,
for the Bhock. You young West Point-
ers lose, and yet the honor remains
with the regiment. Miss Molly Mc-
Donald, the toaBt of old Fort Dodge,
whose bright eyes have won all your
hearts, has given hers to Sergeant
Hamlin of the Seventh. And now
again, boys, to the honor of the regi-
ment!”
Out of the buss of conversation and
the hearty words of congratulation,
Hamlin emerged bewildered, finding
himself again facing Custer, whose
manner had as swiftly changed into
the brusque note of command.
”1 have met you before, Sergeant,
he said slowly, "before your assign
ment to the Seventh, I think. I am
not sure where; were you in the Shen-
andoah ?"
"I was, sir.”
"At Winchester?"
“I saw you first at Cedar Creek,
General Custer; I brought a flag.’
"That’s It; I have the Incident
“He Is My
8old!er and
Love.”
the Man I
You were a
CHAPTER XXXV.
The Indian Trail.
The weather became colder as the
(lay advanced. Scattered pellets of
snow in the air lashed the faces of
the troopers, who* rode steadily for-
ward, the capes of their overcoats
thrown over their heads for protec-
tion. The snow of the late storm lay
in drifts along the banks of the nar-
row stream, and the horses picked
their pnssngo higher up where the
wind had swept the brown earth clear,
at the same time keeping well below
the crest. As they thus toiled slow-
ly forward, Hamlin related his atory
to the Major In detail, carefully con-
cealing all suspicion of McDonald's
connection with the crime. It was
growing dusk when the company
emerged Into the Valley of tho Cana-
dian. All about them was douolallon
clearly before me now.
lieutenant-colonel ?”
"Of the Fourth Texas, sir.”
"Exactly; I think 1 heard later—but
never miud that now. Sheridan te-
me inhere you; he even mentioned
your name to me a few weekB ago. No
doubt that waa what caused me to
recognize your face again after all
these years. How long have you been
In our service?”
"Ever since the war closed.”
For a moment the two men looked
Into each others* faces, the conunaud-
er smiling, the enlisted man at re-
spectful attention.
"I will talk with you at some future
time, Sergeant,” Custer said at last,
resuming Ills seat on n log. “Now we
shall have to consider tomorrow's
march. Were you within sight
Black Kettle's ennip?”
“No, sir; only of his pony herd
out In tho valley of the Canadian.”
“Where would you suppose the
camp situated?"
"Above, behind tho bluffs, about
the mouth of Buffalo Creek.”
Custer drew th» map toward him,
scrutinizing It carefully.
"You may be right, of course," he
ommented, his glance on the faces of
the officers, “but this does not agree
with the understanding at Camp Sup-
ply, nor the report of our Indian
scouts. We supposed Black Kettle to
be farther south on the Washita. How
large waa the pony herd?”
We were not near enough to count
the animals, sir, but there must have
been two hundred bead."
"A large party then, at least What
do you say, Corbin?”
The scout addressed, conspicuous
In his buffalo skin coat leaned against
the tent-pole, his black whiskers mov-
ing industriously as he chewed.
"Wal, Glneral,” he said slowly, "I
know this yere ’Brick’ Hamlin, an’
he's a right smart plainsman, sojer ’er
no sojer. If he says he saw thet pony
herd, then he sure did. Thet means a
considerable bunch o’ Injuns thar, er
tharabouts. Now I know Black Ket-
tle’s outfit is down on the Washita, so
the only conclusion is that this yere
band thet the Sergeant stirred up Is
some new tribe er other, a-driftin’
down frum the north. I reckon if we
ride up ther valley we’ll hit their trail,
an' It’ll lead straight down to them
Cheyennes.”
Custer took time to consider this
explanation, spreading the field map
out on his knees, and measuring the
distance between the streams. No
one In the little group spoke, although
several leaned forward eagerly. The
chief was not a man to ask advice; he
preferred to decide for himself. Sud-
denly he straightened up and threw
back his head to look about.
"In my Judgment Corbin Is right,
gentlemen,” he said Impetuously. “I
had intended crossing here, but In-
stead we will go further up stream.
There Is doubtless a ford near Buffalo
Creek, and If we can Btrike an Indian
trail leading to the Washita, we can
follow easily by night, or day, and It
is bound to terminate at Black Ket-
tle’s camp. Return to your troops,
and be ready to march at daybreak.
Major Elliott, you will taka the ad-
vance again, at least three hours
ahead of the main column. Move with
caution, your flankers well out; both
Hamlin and Corbin will go with you.
Are there any questions?"
“Full field equipment?” asked a
voice.
Certainly, although in case of go-
ing into action the overcoats will be
discarded. Look over your ammuni-
tion carefully tonight.”
They filed out of the tent one by
one, some of the older officers paus-
ing a moment to speak with Hamlin
hla own captain extending bis hand
cordially, with a warm word of com-
mendation. The Sergeant and Major
Elliott alone remained.
If I Btrike a fresh trail, General,”
asked the latter, “am I to press for-
ward or wait for the main body?"
“Send back a courier at once, but
advance cautiously, careful not to ex-
pose yourselves. There Is to be no
attack except In surprise, and with
full force. This is Important, Major,
as we are doubtless outnumbered, ten
to one. Was there something else.
Sergeant?”
”1 was going to ask about Miss Mc-
Donald, sir?"
“Oh, yes; she is safely on her way
to Camp Supply, under ample guard
The convoy was to stop on the Cim
arron, and pick up the frozen sol-
dier you left there, and If possible,
find the bodies of the two dead men .”
Long before daylight Elliott’s ad
vance camp waa under arms, the
chilled and sleepy troopers moving
forward through the drifted snow of
the north bank; the wintry wind,
sweeping down the valley, Btung their
faces and benumbed their bodies. The
night had been cold and blustery, pro
ductive of little comfort to either man
or beast, but hope of early action ani
mated the troopers and made them ob
livlous to hardship. There was little
grumbling in the ranks, and by day-
break the head of the long column
came opposite the opening Into the
valley wherein Hamlin had overtaken
the fugitives. With Corbin beside
him, the Sergeant spurred his pony
aside, but there was little to see; the
bodies of the dead lay as they had
fallen, black blotches on the snow
but there were no fresh trails to
show that either Dupont, or any Indl
an ally, had returned to the spot.
“That’s evidence enough, ’Brick,’ ’
commented the scout, staring about
warily, "that thar wus no permanent
camp over thar,” waving his hand to-
ward the croBt of the ridge. "Them
redskins was on the march, an’ that
geezer had ter follow ’em, er else
starve to death. He'd a bln back afore
this, an’ on yer trail with a bunch o'
young bucks.”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
9 t
Mr. Dodson, the “Liver Tone*
Man, Responsible for Change
for the, Better.
Every druggist In town has noticed a
great falling off In the sale of calomel.
They all give the same reason. Dod-
son’s Liver Tone is taking Its place.
"Calomel Is dangerous and people
know It.” Dodson’s Liver Tone Is per-
sonally guaranteed by every druggist
who sells It. A Inrge bottle doesn’t
cost very much, but If It falls to give
easy relief In every case of liver slug-
gishness and constipation, Just ssk for
your money back.
Dodson’s Liver Tone Is a pleasant-
tastlng, purely vegetable remedy, harm-
less to both children and adults. Take
a spoonful at night and wake up feel-
ing fine; no biliousness, sick headache,
acid stomach or constipated bowels.
It doesn’t gripe or cause inconvenience
all the next Ttny like violent calomeL
Tnke a dose of calomel today and to-
morrow you will feel weak, sick and
nauseated. Don’t lose a day. Adv.
Ever Meet Him?
"I hear a lot about him but I’ve
never met him.”
“Who?"
“The man who never used to drink
lefore the cquntry went dry, but now
1 rinks like a fish. Every rum hound
icems to know at least two of him.”
Cutlcura Soap for the Complexion.
Nothing better than Cutlcura Soap
dally and Ointment now and then as
needed to make the complexion clear,
scalp clean and hands soft and white.
Add to this the fascinating, fragrant
Cutlcura Talcum and you have the
Cutlcura Toilet Trio.—Adv.
The Exodus.
First Oyster—Going to sea?
Second Oyster—Yes, I can’t find a
month to rent until September.
MOTHER!
^'California Syrup of Figs*
Child's Best Laxative
Accept “California” Syrup of Figs
only—look for the name California on
the package, then you are sure your
child Is having the best and most harm-
less physic for the little stomach, liver
and bowels. Children love its fruity
taste. Full directions on each bottle.
You must say “California.”—Adv.
How many men do you know who
do Just as they please?
SLOW
DEATH
Achea, pains, nervousness, diffi-
culty in urinating, often mean
serious disorders. The world’s
standard remedy for kidney, liver,
bladder and uric acid troubles-"
COLD MEDAL
Cruel Form of Punlahmant.
A species of punishment, remlnis
cent of barbarism, was meted out i
few days ago to a Hovon-yenr old boy
of^of Klyosu. Japan, by tho child's fath
er. The little lad committed some
trivial act of disobedience, and the
father punished him by burying him
for forty-eight hours In a hole In the
ground, leaving only hla bond nbov«
the surface
bring quick relief and often ward off
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remedy of Holland for more then 100
years. All druggists, ia three sbost
Leah for the name Geld Medal everr hew
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HUNT’S
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