The Canadian Valley News. (Jones City, Okla.), Vol. 13, No. 44, Ed. 1 Friday, March 13, 1914 Page: 3 of 8
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TALL OF THE FRONTIER
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SYNOPSIS.
Major McDonald, commanding an army
post near Fort Dodge, seeks a man to
s
Intercept his daughter, Molly, who Is
beaded for the post. An Indian outbreak
Is threatened. Sergeant "Brick” Hamlin
meets the stage In which Molly Is travel-
ing. They are attacked by Indians, and
Hamlin and Molly escape In the darkness.
Hamlin tellB Molly he was discharged
11b Molly ne was disci
from the Confederate service In di
and at the
the regular army. He suspects one Cap-
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*ri
close of the war enlisted In
He suspects
lall
nd under
tain LeFevre of being respom
Ms disgrace. Troops appear ar
escort of Lieut. Gaskins Molly starts to
loin her father. Hamlin leaves to rejoin
his regiment. He returns to Fort Dodge
after a summer of fighting Indians, and
finds Molly there. Lieutenant Gaskins
accuses Hamlin of shooting him. The
eergeant Is proven Innocent. He , sees
Molly in company with Mrs. Dupont,
whom he recognizes as a former sweet-
heart who threw him over for LeP'evre.
Late* he overhears Dupont and a soldier
hatching up a inoney-making plot. Molly
tells Hamlin her father seems to be In
the power of Mrs. Dupont, who claims to
he a daughter of McDonald’s sister. Mol-
ly disappears and Hamlin sets out to
trace her. McDonald Is ordered to Fort
Ripley. Hamlin finds Mcponald’s mur-
dered body. He takes Wasson, a guide,
amd two troopers and goes In pursuit of
'the murderers, who had robbed McDon-
ald of $30,000 paymaster’s money. He sus-
pects Dupont. Conners, so dler accom-
plice of Dupont, Is found murdered. Ham-
lin’s party is caught in a fierce blizzard
whlla heading for the Cimmaron. One
tman dies from cold and another almost
succumbs. Wasson Is shot as they come
1n sight of Cimmaron. Hamlin discovers
a log cabin hidden under a bluff, occupied
I^ef'evre who cheated him In a cattle
<Jeal. His description Identifies LeFevre
«.nd Dupont as one and the same. Hughes
shot Wasson mistaking him for one of
LaFevro’a party. Hamlin and Hughes
take up the trail of LeFevre, who is
►carrying Molly to the Indian’s camp.
Two days out they sight the fugitives.
|A fight ensues in which Hughes Is shot
\>y an Indian. Dying, he makes a desper-
ate attempt to shoot LeFevre, but nits
Hamlin, while the latter is disarming Le
fFevre. LeFevre escapes, believing Ham-
lin and Molly dead. Molly tells Hamlin
*that her father was implicated In the
jplot to steal the paymaster’s money.
Hamlin confesses his love for Molly and
hflnds that It is reciprocated. Molly de-
clares her father was forced Into the
(robbers’ plot. They meet an adv
troop of Custer’s command, atartln,
ainst the
smains as guide,
lack Kettle Is disci
ans f.
/and defeat
tin Is sent with report to Sheridan.
ance
on a
roop of Custer’s command, starting c
■winter campaign against the Indians.
iHamlln remains as guide. The winter
overed. Cus-
ttack. Indians are surprised
‘ • Ham-
ksamp of Black Kettle Is d
iter plans an attack. Indians are i
Bnd defeated In a desperate fight.
CHAPTER XXXVIII.—Continued.
At the Cimarron the half-frozen In-
dian collapsed, falling from his saddle
Unto the snow utterly exhausted. Stag-
gering himself like a drunken man,
Jthe Sergeant dragged the nerveless
jbody Into a crevice of the bluff out
iof the wild sweep of the wind; tram-
jpled aside the snow into a wall of
[Shelter, built a hasty Are, and poured
jhot coffee between the shivering lips.
rWith the earliest gray of another
dawn, the white man caught the
Strongest pony, and rode on alone. He
[never knew the story of those hours—
lonly that his trail led straight Into
!the north. He rode erect at first, then
[leaning forward clinging to the mane;
;now and then he staggered along on
foot dragging his pony by the rein.
Once he stopped to eat, breaking the
Ice In a creek for water. It began to
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They Paused to Light a Firs.
snow, the thick fall of flakes blotting
out the horizon, leaving him to stum-
ble blindly through the murk. Then
darkness came, wrapping him In a
cloak of silence In the midst of that
unspeakable desert. His limbs stif-
fened, hiB brnln reeled from Intense
fatigue. He dragged himself back into
the saddle, pressing the pony Into a
slow trot. Suddenly out of the wall
of gloom sprang the yellow lights of
Camp Supply. Beneath these winking
eyes of guidance there burst the red
glare of a fire. Even as he saw It the
pony fell, but the exhausted man had
forgotten now everything but duty. _____, _ „„lulrl ,
The knowledge that he had won the and immaculately clemT'Even
long struggle brought him new
strength. He wrenched his feet free
from the stirrups, and ran forward,
calling to the guard. They met him,
and he stood straight before them, ev-
ery nerve taut—a soldier.
"I bring dispatches from Custer,'
he said slowly, holding himself firm.
"Take me to General Sheridan."
The corporal walked beside him,
down the trampled road, questioning
eagerly as they passed the line of
shacks toward the double log house
where the commander was quartered
Hamlin heard, and answered briefly,
yet was conscious only of an effort to
retain his strength. Once% within, he
saw only the short, sturdy figure sit-
ting behind a table, the shaggy gray
beard, the stern, questioning eyes
which surveyed him. He stood there
straight, motionless, hts uniform pow-
dered with snow, his teeth clinched
so as not to betray weakness, his
face roughened by exposure, grimy
with dirt, and disfigured by a week's
growth of beard. Sheridan stared at
him, shading his eyes from the glow
of the lamp.
“You are from Custer?"
"Yes, sir.”
He drew the papers rrom within his
overcoat, stepped forward and laid
them on the table. Sheridan placed
one hand upon them, but did not re-
move his gaze from Hamlin’s face.
"When did you leave?”
"The evening of the 27th, Bir. I was
sent back with an Osage guide to
bring you this report”
"And the guide?”
“He gave out on the Cimarron and
I came on alone.”
"And Custer? Did he strike Black
Kettle?"
“We found his camp on the evening
of the 26th, and attacked at daybreak
the next morning. There were more
Indians with him than we expected to
find—between two and three thou-
sand, warriors from all the southern
tribes. Their tepees were set up for
ten miles along the Washita. We cap-
tured Black Kettle’s village, and de-
stroyed it; took his pony herd, and
released a number of white prisoners,
including some women and children
There was a sharp fight, and we lost
quite a few men; I left too early to
learn how many.”
“And the command—ts It In any
danger?"
“I think not, sir. General Custer
was confident he could retire safely.
The Indians were thoroughly whipped,
and apparently had no chief under
whom they could rally.”
The General opened the single sheet
of paper, and ran his eyes slowly
down the lines of writing. Hamlin,
feeling his head reel giddily, reached
out silently and grasped the back of
a chair in support. Sheridan glanced
up.
"General Custer reports Major Elli-
ott as missing and several officers
badly wounded.”
“Yes, sir.”
"What Indians were engaged, and
under what chiefs?”
"Mostly Cheyennes, although there
were bands of Arapahoes, Kiowas,
Comanches, and a few Apaches. Lit-
tle Rock was In command after Black
Kettle was killed—that Is of the Chey-
ennes. Little Raven, and Santanta
led the others."
"A fiend, that last. But, Sergeant,
you' are exhausted. I will talk with
you tomorrow. The officer of the day
will assign you quarters."
Hamlin, etill clinging to the chair
with one hand, lifted the other In sa-
Vate.
"Generrl Sheridan," he said, striv-
ing to control his voice, "General
Custer’s last words to me were that
I was to tell you who I am. I do not
know what he meant, but he said you
would have news for me.”
“Indeed!" In surprise, stiffening In
his chair.
"Yes, sir—my name Is Hamlin."
"Hamlin! Hamlin!” the General
repeated the word. “I have no recol-
lection—why, yes, by Gad! You were
a Confederate colonel.”
"Fourth Texas Infantry.”
That s It! I have It now; you
were court-martialed after the affair
at Fisher's Hill, and dismissed from
the service—disobedience of orders,
or something like that. Wait a min-
ute."
He rapped sharply on the table, and
the door behind, leading Into the other
room, Instantly opened to admit the
orderly. In the dim light of the sin
gle lamp Hamlin saw the short,
stocky figure of a soldier, bearded'
"Orderly, see If you recognize thl»
man."
Erect, the very Impersonation of
military discipline, the soldier crossed
the room, and stared Into the unshav-
en face of the Sergeant. Suddenly
his eyes brightened, and he wheeled
about bb If on a pivot, again bringing
his gloved hand up In salute.
"Eet vas Colonel Hamlin, I tlnk ya,"
he Baid in strong German accent. "I
know heem.”
The Sergeant gripped bis arm
bringing his face about once more.
"You are Shultz—8ergeant-Majoi
Shultz!” he cried. "What ever be
came of you? What Is It you know?’
"Walt a minute, Hamlin,” cald
Sheridan quickly, rising to his feet
“I can explain this much better than
that Dutchman. He means well
enough, but his tongue twists. II
seems Custer met you once in thn
Shenandoah, and later heard of yout
dismissal from the service. One night
he spoke about the affair In my quar-
ters. Shultz was present on duty and
overheard. He spoke up like a llttla
man; said he was there when you gol
your orders, that they were delivered
verbally by the staff officer, and h«
repeated them for us word for word.
He was taken prisoner an hour later,
and never heard of your court-martial.
Is that It, Shultz?”
"Mine Gott, ya; I sa dot alretty,"
fervently. "He tell you not reconnoA
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Ireland, thanks to the saint's eloquence and fervor, beeamo a Christian coun-
try. His grand work accomplished St. Patrick died at Downpatrick. March 17.
466, It is said.
HIS GREAT LOVE
FOR HIS PEOPLE
"He Is My Soldier.’'
sance—charge! I heard eet twlca I
Gott In Himmel, vat a hell In del
pines!"
"Hamlin," continued Sheridan qut- I
etly, "there is little enough we can da |
to right this wrong. There is no way I
in which that Confederate court-mar- j
tial can be reconvened. But I shall I
have Shultz’s deposition taken and
scattered broadcast. We will cleat
your name of stain. What became ol
that cowardly cur who lied?”
Hamlin pressed one hand against j
his throbbing temples, struggling
against the faintneBa which threat
ened mastery.
"He—he paid for It, sir,” he man-
aged to say. “He—he died three days
ago In Black Kettle's camp.”
“You got him!"
“Yes—1—I got him.”
“I have forgotten—what was the!
ccward's name?”
“Eugene Le Fevre, but In Kansas
they called him Dupont."
Dupont! Dupont!” Sheridan
struck the table with closed fist, j
"Good Lord, man! Not the husband
of that woman who ran off with Lieu-
tenant Gaskins, from Dodge?”
"I—I never heard—”
The room whirled before him In
St. Patrick’s Confession Shows
How Ardently He Longed for
Their Welfare.
Epistle Has Been Declared Worthy of
the Greatest of the Teachers of the
Word—Breastplate of Prayer a
Short Litany—Hie Synod.
II OW yearningly St. Patrick loved
n his people may be learned from
the following passage in his Confes-
sion, worthy of St. Augustine or St.
Paul: "If I have ever done any good
for the sake of my God, whom I love,
1 beg him to grant me that I may
Ehed my blood with these proselytes
and captives for his sake, even though
I should never receive burial, or each
member of my body should be most
horribly thrown to the dogs and wild
beasts, or the birds of prey should
feed upon it.” (Par. 24.)
His Confession ends with these
words: "And this is my confession
before I die.” (Par. 25.)
For Its humility, sweetness, faith,
love and self-sacrifice it must be ad-
mist, the faceB vanished; he heard an mired by all who read it.
exclamation from Shultz, a sharp com-
mand from Sheridan, and then seemed
to crumble up on the floor. Thera
was the sharp rustle of a woman’s
skirt, a quick, light step, the pressure
of an arm beneath his head.
"Quick, orderly, he's fainted," it was
the General's voice, sounding afar
off. "Get some brandy, Shultz. Hero,
Miss McDonald, let me hold the man's
head."
She turned slightly, her soft hand
pressing back the hair from Hamlin s
forehead.
No,” she protested firmly, "he Is
my Boldier."
And the Sergeant, looking past the
face of the girl he loved saw tears
dimming the stern eyes of his com-
mander.
THE END.
The Breastplate of Prayer of St.
Patrick Is a sort of short litany pro-
J A PRAYER.
(By St. Patrick, Apostle of Ire-
land, at Tara’s Hill.)
At Tara today! the strength
of God pilot me; the power of
God preserve me; the wisdom of
God instruct me; the eye of God
watch over me; the ear of God
hear me; the word of God give
me sweet talk; the hand of God
defend me; the way of God
guide me. Christ be with me;
^ Christ before me; Christ after jg
| me; Christ in me; Christ under ^
me; Christ over me; Christ on
my right hand; Christ on my
left hand; Christ on this sido;
ChriBt on that side; Christ at
my back; Christ in the heart
of every person to whom I
speak; Christ In the mouth of
every person who speaks to me;
Christ in the ear of every per- 1=
son who hears me. At Tara, to- *
day, I invoke the mighty power
of the Trinity. Salvation is the jjg
Lord's—salvation is the Lord’s. ►
Salvation is Christ’s. May thy §
salvation, O Lord, be always £
•4 with us!
-ite.____
Punished.
“Camp life," said the returned war
correspondent, “was not without its
disagreeable features. Frequently we
missed meals because the cockes
didn’t know the range. Often our
meals consisted of hot shot Bcrved
on the half shell. Even coming back
on the transport we couldn’t get up
card games because the ship had only
a quarter deck. Even the men's wages
suffered, for when our boat landed we
were docked.”
The managing editor looked at him
withering scorn, then transferred
him to the Wall street office.
rhis,’ he said, "will help vou to
as the ' curb your st«*ik of miserable pt>i,s.’’
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TORTOISE SETS CHURCH AFIRE | Athens- seeking “either to hear or
| tell some new thing," comes the start-
ling and well authenticated report that
a harmless and unassuming tortoise
has set fire to St. Mark's church, Den-
ver, Colo., and that a disastrous con-
flagration was all but averted. Whetlv
er the recent missionary convention
and the influx of ecclesiastical digni-
taries into Denver excited his tortoise-
ship and made him temporarily non
compos mentis, or whether the wor-
shipers In the church disturbed bis
■lumbers by uniting too heartily In
Pst of Denver (Colo.) Pastor Upsets
Lamp and Threatening Blaze
Follows.
The average fire In church edifices
1s either the result of a defective
furnace that was "all right last spring"
or the work of an Insane or revenge-
ful Incendiary. It Is rare that a church
fire originates In any other manner.
But now from the west, which ever
seems to be like the ancient people of
the singing of the hym/is and ;h„ read-
ing of the responses or the Psiltsr,
we are not informed, but whatever tfi»
cause, the tortoise upset a lamp and
the fire resulted.
What Puzzled Him.
"What are you puzzling about?"
T m writing a sketch for vaudeville
on the current political situation.”
"Well, you ought to have plenty of
good stuff to put In." "That isn't what
puzzles me. I've got so much good
stuff I don't know what to leave uul"
the three different degrees of fruit-
fulness of the gospel seed, declaring
that those who are to reap a hun-
dredfold reward are the bishops and
doctors, who are all things to all
men; those who are to have the sixty-
fold are the clergy and widows; the
thirtyfold shall be received by the
laymen who are faithful. He also
places monks and virgins with those
who shall have the hundredfold.
He who does not receive commun-
ion at Easter is declared to be not a
"faithful” (Canon 22).
It Is interesting to note that the
synod forbids a man to tako his dead
brother's widow to wife, and declares
that she shall be to him only a sister
(Canon 25).
I-ittle sympathy was given to avar-
ice among the clergy, according to
decrees IV., VIII. and XIII., while de-
cree XIV. Is Interesting in showing
that for murder, evil living or con-
sulting auspices the sinner shall do
penance for a year and afterward he
shall be absolved by the priest.
After these follow a few “other
canons attributed to St. Patrick,” then
the "Charter of St. Patrick," on the
antiquity of the Church of Gastonbury
In England, very quaint and enter-
taining. Next we have "The Book of
St. Patrick the Bishop on the Three
Dwellings.” a profound yet practical
and unctuous sermon on heaven, hell
and this world.
Pilgrims at St. Patrick's Oross, Saint’s
Island, Lough Derg.
fessing belief in and invoking the
Blessed Trinity. Our Lord’s incarna-
tion, resurrection and ascension;
calling on the powers of heaven, of
earth, etc., Invoking Christ for himself
and all of his.
From other works not surely com-
posed by St. Patrick, though probably
reflecting the bellefB and practices of
his times or those soon after him In
Ireland, the synod of St. Patrick Is
composed of 31 canons. The twelfth
Is entitled: On our obligation toward
the dead. And In the eighteenth Is
given an original Interpretation of
Saint Knew Persecution.
If St. Patrick’s conversion of Ireland
was without persecution in the ordi-
nary sense of the word, as used In the
history of the church, yet he assures
us: "I went about everywhers for
your sakes In many dangers, even to
the furthest district, beyond which no-
body lived, and where no one had ever
gone to baptize or to ordain clerics
or to encourage the people; by the
help of the Lord I have done all these
things most faithfully and freely for
your salvation.” He tells us even
that "on a certain dreadful day they
tried most earnestly to kill me . . ,
and they threw me into chains. But
on the fourteenth day the Lord deliv-
ered me from their power."
IWJiESIN
“Pape’s Diapepsin” settles sour,
gassy stomachs in five
minutes—Time It!
You don't want a slow remedy when
four stomach is bad—or an uncertain
one—or a harmful one—your stomach
la too valuable; you mustn't injure It
Pape's Diapepsin is noted for ita
apeed In giving relief; Its harmless-
ness; its certain unfailing action in
regulating sick, sour, gassy stomachs.
Its millions of cures in Indigestion,
dyspepsia, gastritis and other Btomach
trouble has made It famous the world
over.
Keep this perfect stomach doctor In
your home—keep it handy—get a large
tifty-cent case from any dealer and
then If anyone should eat something
which doesn't agree with them; if
what they eat lays like lead, ferments
and sours and forms gas; causes head-
ache, dizziness and nausea; eructa-
tions of acid and undigested food—
remember as soon as Pape's Diapepsin
comes In contact with the stomach all
such distress vanishes. Us prompt-
ness, certainty and ease in overcoming
the worst stomach disorders Is a rev*
lation to those who try it.—Adv.
Nice Woman This.
Snapp—Well, all the fools are not
dead yet.
Mrs. Snapp—I’m glad of it I never
did look well in black.
Important to Mothers
Examine carefully every bottle of
CASTORIA, a safe and sure remedy for
Infants and children, and see that It
Signature of
In Use For Over 30 Years.
Children Cry for Fletchers Castoria
Correction.
“My poor husband got mixed up In-
nocently in that shooting affray, and
they brought him home to me half
dead.”
“No, madam; only half shot."
And There You Have the Tango.
This illustration of the tango Is
credited to an Arkansas City negro;
“Dat tango, boss, am sort of a easy
motion. Ye jls go a stealing along
easy like ye didn’t have any knee
joints and wuz walkin' on eggs that
cost fo'ty cents a dozen.”—Atlanta
Constitution.
Grundy on Shaw.
Sydney Grundy has written a little
pamphlet In which he has gone for
Mr. Bernard Shaw with a hatchet.
He says: “Mr. Shaw Is a spent force
—a closed chapter—a tale that Is
told—a back number—a lost chord—a
fired rocket—au exploded mine—an
extinct volcano, vomiting only ashes
and dust. Mr. Shaw iB done. His
star Is on the wane; his candle only
gutters In its socket; his beauty Is
passe, his wheezes are chestnuts, his
Blelghts of hand transparent, his
humors rheum. He is running a race
with time, and gave himself twenty
years' start, and time Is beating him
to a frazzle.”
A Clue.
Thornton had been taught never to
tell tales, and he intended to live up to
hts teaching, but sometimes It was
hard work.
“Thornton,", said his mother one eve-
ning, "I left a dish of chocolate pep-
permints on my table this afternoon
and there Isn’t one there now. Have
you and Gerald eaten them?”
“I haven’t eaten one,' replied the
boy stoutly, “but"—then he remem-
bered he must not be a talebearer.
"Well, mother," he continued, "per-
haps, If—you'd better just smell Ger-
ald, and I guess then you’ll know all
about It!"—Illustrated Sunday Maga-
zine.
LIFE’S ROAD
Smoothed by Change of Food,
Worry Is a big load to carry and as
unnecessary one. When accompanied
by Indigestion It certainly ia cause foi
the blues.
But the whole trouble may be easily
thrown off and life’s road be mads
easy and comfortable by proper eating
and the cultivation of good cheer
Head what a Troy woman says:
“Two years ago I made the acquaint-
ance of Grape-Nuta and have used the
food once a day and sometimes twice;
ever since.
"At the time I began to use It Ufa
was a burden. I was for years afflict
ed with bilious sick headache, caused
by Indigestion, and nothing seemed to
relieve me.
"The trouble became so severe I
had to leave my work for days at a
time.
"My nerves were In such a state I
could not sleep and the doctor said 1
was on the verge of nervous prostra-
tion. I saw an adv. concerning Grape-
Nuts and bought a package for trial.
"What Grape-Nuts has done for me
Is certainly marvelous. I can now
sleep like a child, am entirely free
from the old trouble and have not had
a headache In over a year. I feel like
a new person. I have recommended it
to others. One man I knew ate prin-
cipally Grape-Nuts while working on
the Ice all winter, and said he never
felt better in his life."
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Read “The Road to
Wellvllle," In pkgs. "There’a a Rea-
son.”
Kvrr read tha'above le<terf A arw
one nppenra from lime to tint*. Thor
are Rrnuiu*, (rue, and fall of kamaa
la tore* t.
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