Pittston Gazette

              4 PITTSTON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY, AUGUST 15, 1890. neerKsn oldest t ','ewsuauer in the Wyoming Vallev A Weekly Local and Family Journal. range was Btill far away. Daybreak came, and Mason was nearly mad with misery, the guide sullen and disgusted. Broad daylight —6 o'clock—and here at last were the Pyramid buttes at their right front, and, coming toward them on the trail, a single horseman. "It is Sergt. Luce," said some of the foremost troopers. Noel's reply was, "I have already heard too much from you today, Mr. Mason. If I hear one more word you go to the rear in arrest. I am woutided, sir, but I will not turn over this command to you." tant general's department, and tiie appointment would be announced at once. He was coming east just as soon as the surgeon said he was well enough to travel. Mrs. Noel wanted to join him, but he had telegraped saying no, that he would soon be with her. ■_ with these documents the officer went on to division headquarters. THE WAY I MANAGE JOHN. SOME PROBLEMS SOLVED. gee, Neb., asks: "What shall X do to regain my influenco over my husband? He gave me his hand in marriage two years ago come nejtt frost, and if ever a man seemed to just doat on any one he doated on me. That's about all ho did all that winter in fact, and our victuals got pretty low by spring. Then I spoke harshly to him, and he started for hell via the Little Pansy Blossom saloon on Prunella street. I have tried every way to win him back, such as ho is, and haye went out of my way to make friends write him more than onct. Will you not come to my succor?" NOT A KICKER, THE MAN EATING TREE. To think that twenty years have passed Since John and I were wed, And not a harsh or cruel word By either has been said; We've had our cares and trials such As other people meet. Bat then we've had each other's smiles Howe'er the world should greet. Meantime, the campaign had come to an end. Capt. Noel had reported, in arrest, to the commanding officer at Fort Gregg, and Mrs. Riggs had tearfully greeted him: "She would so love to have him under her roof, that she might show her sympathy and friendship; but so many officers of high rank were coming on the court that the colonel was compelled to give every bit of room he had to them." Noel thanked her nervously, and said he could be comfortable anywhere, but his wife was coming; she bad telegraphed that she could not be separated from him when he was suffering wrong and outrage. Capt. and Mrs. Lowndes, moved to instant sympathy, begged that he would make their quarters his home, and placed their best room at his disposal. The Man from Hannibal Bail No Obje*. tions to Make. Graphic Description of a Horrible Wor- ship of a Tribe in Africa. BILL NYE SETS THE MINDS OF "Beastly weather, isn't it?" observed a man who was hanging to a strap in a crowded North Side car the other day. '•Weather suits me well enough," replied the man spoken to, who was clinging to another strap. "You're not particular about your weather, I suppose," rejoined the other, slightly nettled. On the island of Madagascar, off the southeast coast of Africa, there is a race of people called the Mkodos. They constitute xDne of the smallest races in the world, the men seldom exceeding 5(5 inches in height. Their religion consists solely in the awful worship of their sacred tree, the crinoida dajeeana. This tree is most peculiar in its appearance and nature. Its trunk is somewhat like a pineapple in shape, and when full grown about eight feet high: From the top, which is at least two feet in diameter, hang down eight leaves, 11 or 12 feet long, 2 feet through in their thickest pa!rt, and tapering from a width of 3 feet to a sharp point. They are very convex on the under side and concave on the upper. The concave side is thickly set with strong horny hooks. The top oj the trunk is in shape like a smaller plate set within a larger one, and tbia plate is filled wit}i a sweet liquid, wjildl when tasted produces delirium and sleep. "Wounded bo hanged! Capt. Noel, you've got a scratch of which a child ought to be ashamed," was the furious reply, upon which Noel, considering that he must at all hazards preserve the dignity of his position, ordered Lieut. Mason to consider himself in arrest. And, dismounting, and calling to one oi two of the men to assist him, the captain got out of his blouse and had the sleeve of his undershirt cut off, and then, in full hearing of the combat up the pass, proceeded to have a scratch, as Mason had truly designated it, Btanched and dressed. ANXIOUS INQUIRERS AT REST So rang the chorus for several days. At the club the men shook hands over the news and sent telegrams of praise and congratulation to Noel and drank his health in bumpers, and two or three old "soreheads," who ventured to point out that the official reports were not yet in, were pooh poohed and put down. Inside Information About the 8. P. C. A. How have we lived with loving ways So long as man and wife? Why has not pain and discontent Destroyed onr Joy in lifet The truth, my friends. Is this, no morel We keep our love aglow, And when the fires of love are bright . This world Is free from woe. And Luce had a note, which he handed to Lieut. Mason; but that gentleman shook his head and indicated Noel. The captain took it in silence, opened it, glanced over the contents, changed color, as all could sea, and then inquired: "How far is it, sergeant?" "It must be fifteen miles from here, The Host Digestible Part of a Clam Is Shell—Home Doses for Ailing Husbands.[Copyright by Edgar W. Nye.] The following correspondence received during the past week is hereby answered in a brief but succinct manner: "Not at all. ( another to me." Amos Withers had left for Washington on a midnight train immediately after furnishing The Chronicle with the contents of his dispatch, making no allusion to that part of it which said, "Now push for that vacancy. Not an instant must be lost." Nobody could say nay to the man who had subscribed the heaviest sum to the campaign fund in his own state, and therefore both its senators and half its representatives in the house went with him to the president to urge the immediate nomination of Capt. Noel to the majority in the adjutant general's department made vacant by the promotion consequent upon the retirement of one of its oldest members. Already the war department had furnished the executive with the names and records of the four men whom it considered the most deserving, and Gordon Noel's name was not one of the four. But what was that in comparison with the eminent pecuniary and political services of Mr. Withers, when the nephew had just behaved so superbly in action? One kind is as good as IB courtship days whea John would come I always looked my best; t tried to have our home arranged In honor of my guest. His every wish I sought to please. I sought his comfort then; This treatment pleased my dear good John And brought him back again. If you cannot bring him here of course, Mrs. Timberlake, I will have to come to your sucker and speak of him plainly as between man and man. I hope that you have treated him well on the start and given him a fair show. I will take it for granted that you have. If so, now we must resort to more turgid means. I will not tell you, however, what to do. I will only tell you what I knew to be done once in a similar case, and you can think it over, Mrs. Timberlake, and fee! perfectly free to help yourself to it if it should strike you favorably: Mrs. Delay Oleson, of Norridgewock, Me., had a husband whom she dearly loved, for he was a manly looking fellow, standing eighteen hands high, and young, too. He fell a victim to prohibition in Maine and became a hard drinker. He had never cared to drink till he found that it was against the law, and so then he couldn't somehow get it out of his mind. Prohibition seemed to constantly remind him that he could not take a drink. So he fell. It occurred at Norridgewock, and could have been distinctly heard for a mile or more. Hi? wife wept a great deal at first, but was not unkind to him. She spoke to him gently and lovingly, and he promised to do better, but he was weak, and the prohibition law kind of gravelled him, as one writer has it. So he fell some more. Mrs, Oleson was a good, sensible little woman, who would not Bit calmly on the front stoop and let defeat follow upon the heels of disaster without making a struggle. "Easily suited genefcgjly. Just as lief stand up in n car as to sit down, I reckon?' Mrs. R. Hyphen Skinner-McPhelim, of the Windymear fiats, New York, contemplates spending the summer on Staten sir. I came slowly, because my horse was worn out, and because Capt. Lane thought that I would meet the troop very much nearer the pass. It's more than fifteen miles, I reckon." "Yes. Just as lief." "Ain't particular about getting your full share of everything that's going perhaps, if you have to kick to get it?' "I'm not a kicker." Meantime, the troop, shamefaced and disgusted, dismounted and awaited further developments. For fifteen minutei they remained there, listening to the battle a mile away, and then there came s sound that thrilled every man with excitemen—with mad longing to dash tc the front; there came crashes of musketry that told of the arrival of strong re-enforcements for one party or anothei —which party was soon developed by the glorious, ringing cheers that they well recognized to be those of their comrades of Greene's battalion. Two evenings afterwards he was permitted to go himself to the railway to meet poor Mabel, who threw herself into his arms and almost sobbed her heart out at sight of his now haggard and careworn face. Mrs. Lowndes then came forward and strove to comfort her, phile Noel rushed off to send some telegrams. Then they drove out to the post, and Mabel's spirits partially revived when she found that it was not a prison she had come to share with her husband. Everybody was so gentle and kind to her; she began to believe there was nothing very serious in the matter after all. Dear John could never frown at me For I was always kind, And kindness true will never leave Faultfinding In the mind. In those dear days I wisely vowed To lire a wifely life, That John might ever bless the day When I became his wife. "Had the attack begun before you left?" "Don't worry over things when they don't happen to come your way, I calculate?""Yes, 6ir; and I could hear the shots as I came out of the pass—hear them distinctly.""Ain't worrying about anything." "Haven't made any fuss about the census in your town •i£her, of course?" "Nary fuss." "May I inquiro what the news is, captain?" said Mr. Mason, riding up to his side. Z always think that home Is mine And John its favored guest, That when he eomes from out the world With me for him is rest. Kind friends may think 'tis endless toil To pass a life like this, But now to see his Joy In home Yields me my greatest bliss. "And don't intend to, hey?" "That's correct. Don't intend to. Don't care a darn about the census." "Well," was the reply, "Lane writes that he has headed the Apaches, and that he is just moving in to the attack." From under the rim of the lower plate a series of great green tendrils from seven to eight feet long stretch out stiffly toward the horizon, while above these six long white palpi (thin as reeds and frail as quills apparently) rear themselves toward the sky, twirl- - ing and twisting with incessant motion. The tree and the worship of it were discovered by Karl Leche, who wrote to Dr. Omelius Friedlowsky this description."Will you permit me to see the note, sir?" said Mason, trembling with exasperation at the indifferent manner in which it was received. "Just so—just bo," mused the discontented passenger. "Many other men in your towrD like you?" "Hundreds of 'em." "By heavens!" said Mason, with a groan, "afterall, we have lost our chance! It's Greene, not old K troop, that got there in timo to save thena," But who deserves ft loving smile, Or kindness freely given. Who needs the aid of loving home To gftin a glimpse of Heaven, So much fts he who tolls all day To keep our wants supplied! Then let as yield our sweetest smiles And be our husbands' pride I —Detroit Free Press. Noel hesitated; "Presently—presently, Mr. Mason. We'll move forward at a trot, now." It lacked yet five days to the meeting of the court, and in the intervening time there arrived at the post a prominent and distinguished lawyer from the east, sent to conduct the defense by Mr. Withers' orders; and many a long talk did he hold with his client and the officers who were gathering at Gregg. "Do you mind telling me where you liver' "Just as soon tell you as not. I'm from Hannibal, Mo." The looks that were cast towards their new captain by the men, standing in sullen Bilence at their horses' heads, were not those that any soldier would have envied. Sergt. Luce reined about, and, riding beside the first sergeant of K troop, told him in low tones of the adventures of the previous day and night, and the fact that the Apaches were there just north of the pass and in complete force. The result seemed to be, as the word was passed among the men, to increase the gait to such an extent that they crowded upon the leaders, and Noel, time and again, threw up his hand and warned the men not to ride over the heels of his horse. Meantime, the Apaches had scattered through the mountains, and escaped across the border, the remnant of Lane's troop taking part in the pursuit, and they, with their commander, only slowly returning to the railway. For three or four days Noel had the wires and the correspondents pretty much to himself j but then some of those enterprising news gathers had been getting particulars from the men, and there werp two or three of K troop in the detachment who could not conceal their derision and contempt when the newspaper men spoke of the bravery of their captain. This set the correspondents to ferreting, fradthen the dispatches began to take a different color. The very day that Mabel received her first letter from her husband, and was reading extracts from it to envious friends who had come in to swell the chorus of jubilee and congratulation, an evening paper intimated that recent dispatches received from the seat of wai revealed a different state of affairs than was popularly supposed. "Are there any other men from Hannibal aboard this car?" "Don't see any." I ATE THE WATERMELON. Island, and asks to know if the island has a society for the prevention of cruelty to animals. TWO SOLDIERS. Directing the first sergeant to talk hall * dozen troopers and feel their way cautiously to the front and ascertain what that new sound meant, the rest of the men meanwhile tq remain at ease, Noel still sat there on the ground, as though faint from loss of blood. The bleeding, however, had been too trifling to admit of any such supposition on the part pf those who had been looking on. The cheering up the pass increased. The firing rapidly died away. Boon it wa« seen that the first sergeant was signaling, and presently a man came riding back. The sergeant and the others disappeared, goin-j fearlessly into the pass, and evidently indicating by their movements that theyanticipated no further resistance. The arriving horseman dismounted, saluted the captain, and reported substantially that the pass was now in possession of Maj. Greene's men, and that the Apaches were in full flight towards the Bouth, some of the troop? pursuing. ■ iw * " ' The charges of misconduct in face of the enemy had been preferred by the department commander, who cited as hit witnesses Capt. Lane. Lieut. Mason, Lieut. Royce, the guide an$ two of three non-commissioned officers. To the charge of "conduct unbecoming an offir cer and a gentleman" there were specifications setting forth that he had caused to be circulated and published reports to the effect that it was his conunand that had been severely engaged, and his command that had rescued the captives and defeated the Indians, which statement! he well knew to be false. Two or three correspondents and railway employes and the telegraph operator were witnesscs. This would be a hard one to prove affirmatively, as the judge advocate found when he examined his witnesses as they arrived, and the great lawyer assured the accused officer that ho could secure him an acquittal on that charge. The real danger lay in the testimony of Capt. Lane and Lieut. Mason, who had not yet come. "Thank heaven!" The mode of sacrifice as witnessed on one occasion was as follows: The natives had been shrieking around the tree and chanting propitiatory hymns to the great tree devil. With still wilder shrieks they now surrounded one of the women and goaded her on with the point of their javelins until she mounted the trunk and drank of the fluid in the plate, rising instantly again with wild frenzy in her face. And the man who sometimes kicked at things crowded to the other end of the car and put his head out to get some fresh air.—Chicago Tribune. It has, Mrs. Skinner-McPhelim, it has. It is one of the most pungent and vociferous societies for the prevention of good that we have, according to reports. Agents of the organization make it very hot for people who own animals, if I am correctly informed in the matter, and I advise you, if you hope to spend the heated term on Staten Island, to leave !rour carriage horses and other heirooms at the flat, where they will not be disturbed. Owners here have been stopped on the street, arrested and fined, in fact, for not shoeing their horses, whtte as ft matter of fact they were too poor to even shoe their children. Misguided philanthropy is as injurious to the public welfare as the live rat caught, kerosened and ignited by a farmer in northern Vermont last season. He drove away all the other rats, also the farmer and his family, by burning down the whole ranch. In his nice warm little room at the poorhouse this summer the farmer says to his wife as he inserts another little titbit of mush and molasses among his whiskers, "The overzealqus and ill guided ass is sometimes as dangerous to mankind as the level headed rojftie," By Oapt OHABLES E3HQ. Changing the Subject. (Ovgrritfbted by J. ,8. Lipptooott Company, Phite- Mpbta, and publtehed through special ■Mat with the IwricuftM Anctotlan.] (OONTIfiCKD ) "Is there such a thing as balm of Gilead?" asked Charley, to keep up the conversation. Seven o'clock came, and still they had not got beyond the Pyramids. Eight o'clock, and they were not in sight of the pass. Nine o'clock, and still the gorge was not in view. It was not until nearly ten that the massive gateway seemed to open before them, and then, far to the front, their eager ears cculd catch the sound of very sla:t:-i 1 r vpid firing. She told Delay that she would try him onoe more, and if he failed her she would surely not overlook it as she had before. For a long time he turned his back on the devil's elixir and worked steadily at his trade, which was painting, graining and kalsomining, also breaking colts, gents' fine neckwear and justice of the peace. Later on, however, he fell once more, and came home in a spiral manner, smelling of prohibition whisky, which is also used for etching on glass. She said nothing to him, but undressed him and put him to bed as usual. This is a pleasing task. She laid him on the couch, and then gathering up the edges of the two homo made linen sheets she sewed up Delay Oleson therein by means of a stout bail of twine and an upholsterer's needle. He asked for more air, but she said what he needed was not so much air as it was a little course of massage treatment. So she got a new whip from the barn, such as is used by Mr. Legree in beating out the brains of Uncle Tom in that truly good play, and she knocked the dust out of Delay Oleson till you could hear her all over that block. "Yes," answered the learned damseL "It is taken from a species of Balsamodendron."CHAPTER XV. But she did not jump down, as she seemed inclined to do. The atrocious cannibal tree that had been so inert and dead came to sudden savage life. The slender, delicate palpi quivered a moment over her head, then coiled round her neck and arms. The green tendrils wrapped themselves about her in fold after fold, ever tightening. Then the great green leaves rose slowly and stiffly; approached one another and closed about the dead victim with the force of a hydraulic press. As the bases of the leaves pressed more tightly together from between them trickled down the trunk of the tree great streams of the fluid mingled with the blood and oozing viscera of the victim. The savages bounded forward and with cups, leaves, hands and tongues got each enough of the liquor to set him mad and frantic. The tree remained unchanged in appearance during ten days and at the end of that time the leaves, the tendrils and the palpi had all regained their original condition, and nothing but the skull of the victim remained as a proof of the sacrifice which had taken place there. Another witness of a sacrifice to the Crinoida Dajeeand says that when the tree had completely enveloped the woman the natives set fire to it and it became her funeral pyre.—Brooklyn Eagle. "Oh, of course—eh—did you see the tennis match yesterday afternoon?"— New York Herald. Theory and Practice. Mr. Spriggins—Where's your daughter, Mrs. Wiggins? Mrs. Wiggins—She's gone to the cooking school. And that reminds me. I must go into the kitchen and get supper, for she'll be as hungry as a bear when she gets home.—New York Weekly. "My God!" said Mason, wi.'i irrepressiblo excitement, "there's no C]uc;'don about it, captain, Lane's sr... unfiled there! For heaven's sake, si", let's get ahead to his support." But by this time interest was waning. It is the first impression that is always the strongest, the first story that is longest remembered, and no man who has believed one version will accept the truth without vigorous resistance. In his letter to his wife Noel had spoken modestly of himself an4 Blightly of his wounds. This only made her worship him—hei hero, her gallant Gordon—the more insanely. He intimated that he had been compelled to place in arrest one of the most prominent officers of the regiment for misconduct in the face of the enemyi and this and previous matters, he said, would surely make of this officer an unrelenting foe. She need not be surprised, therefore, if this gentleman should strive to do him grievous harm. Mabel blushed becomingly as she read these lines to some of her friends, and that night at the club vt was hinted that Lane had been placed in close arrest for failing to support Noel in his desperate assault. Just at this time, too, Mr. Withers came back from Washington looking mysterious."Ride forward, sergeant," naiJ Noel to Luce, "and show us tho shortest way you know to where Capt. Lane has corraled his horses—I don't like the idea of entering that pass in column, Mr. Mason. The only safe way to do it will be to dismount and throw a line of skirmishers ahead. If Lane is surrounded the Apaches undoubtedly will open fire on us as we pass through." Then at last it was that tho "mount" was sounded by the trumpeter, and half an hour afterwards—full three hours after they should have been there— Capt. Noel, with K troop, arrived at the scene. Lane, faint from loss of blood, was lying under a tree; four of his men were killed; one of the helpless recaptured women had been shot by an Indian bullet; five more of tho "Devil's own D's" were lying wounded around among the rocks. Desperate had been the defense; sore had been their need; safe, thoroughly safe, they would have been had Noel got there in time, but it was Greene's battalion that finally reached them only at the last moment. And yet this was the thrilling announcement that appeared in The Queen City Chronicle in its morning edition two days afterwards:Tact. And now, hour after hour, for two days, Mabel was reading in her husband's face the utter hopelessness that possessed him; nay, more, the truth was being revealed to her in all its riAmning details. It might be impossible for the prosecution to provo that he had actually caused the falaa and boastful stories "Are these shoes your best quality?" "We have only one quality, madame." "Then why the difference in price? A friend of mine paid sis dollars yesterday, *nd these are only four." "We sell by quantity, madame." Quick sale.—Harper's Bazar. The Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals arrested a widow woman on the highway for tying together the hind limbs of a female hog, or swinette, which was being transported from one point to another. Those who have handled hogs know that it is absolutely necessary to tie their legs if they are conveyed by wagon, or they will jump out. The society removed the cords, whereupon the hogine leapt out of the wagon and broke her leg. Prevention people not only sometimes do not frequently know how to handle hogs, bat also they do not know how to prevent cruelty. I could name some more of the Instances reported, but these will suffice to show you that the society is flourishing, several of the agents doing a very thrifty business who have always failed at everything else in iife. The following note comes from a Trojan who has suffered otherwise: "Suppose they do, sir; we've got men enough to drive them back. What we want is to get through there as quickly as possible." to be given to the press and the publioi but how about the telegrams and letters Mr. Withers had so proudly come to show her? How about the telegrams and letters she herself had received! What impression could she derive from them but that he was the hero of the whole affair, and that he was lying painfully wounded when he wrote? The gash through the beautiful white arm turned out to be a mere scratch upon the skin, that a pin might have made. It was Greene's command from Fort Graham that had rescued Lane, and Lane with his men who bad rescued the captive#, and then fought so hard, so desperately, against such fearful odds, and sustained their greatest losses while her hero—her Gordon—with nearly fifty men, was held only a mile away by hall a dozen ragamuffins in the rocks. 8hC had almost adored him, believing godlike in courage and magnanimity; but now on every side the real facta were coming to light, and she even wrung them from his reluctant lips. And yet—and yet—he was her husband, and she loved him. The End of a Tiff. "For heaven's sake, Hr, let'* get ahead to hit support." Meantime, where are the looked for rapports? Lane, with wearied horses, had made the march from the railway r station to the pass in a little over fourteen hours. It was 5:30 when he started and 8:15 when he unsaddled among the rocks. He had come through the blaring sunshine of the long June day; sometimes at the trot, sometimes at the lope, afttimes dismounting and leading when crossing ridges or ravines. He was still pale and weak from his long illness, and suffering from a sorrow that had robbed him of all the buoyancy he had ever possfod But the sense of duty was as strong as ever, and the soldier spirit triumphed over the ills of the flesh. Noel, starting at 4:45 p. m.,with horses and men fresh and eager, with a guide who knew every inch of the way, and the bright starlight to cheer his comrades, could reasonably be expected to cover the same ground in the same time; every old cavalryman knows that horses travel better by night than by day. . By good rights he and his men should be at the pass at least an hour before the time set by Lane. It was only a week before that the captain had declared at the Queen City that he had never felt so "fit" in his life, and a campaign would just suit him. Things seemed to have a different color, however, as he watched the going down of the sun behind the distant Peloncilloa. The words of the young infantry adjutant kept recurring to him, and he knew of old that when Lane started after Indians he was "dead sure to get 'em," as Mr. Mason was good enongh to remind him. Twice before sunset the guide had ventured to suggest a quicker gait, but Noel refused, saying that he did not mean to get bis horses to the scene worn out and unfit for pursuit Mr. Mason, who heard this, begged to remind the captain that pursuit was not the object; they were expected to get there in time to help Lane bead off the attempt at further flight, and to hold the Apaches, wherever met, until the pursuing force could reach them from the north and hem them in. Noel ranked Mason only • few files, and knew well that all the regiment would side with his subaltern; so he was forced to a show of cordiality and consideration. He rode by the lieutenant's side, assuring him of the sense of strength it gave him to have with him a man of such experience. "For your sake, Mason, I wish I had been twelve hours later, so that you could have had the glory of this thing to yourself; but you know I couldn't stand it I had to pull wires like sin to get relieved, as it was. Old Hudson, the head of the recruiting service, Just swore he wouldn't let me go, because I had had good luck in the class and number of the recruits I sent him. Personally, too, Tm in no shape to ride. See how fat I've grown?" Mason saw, but said a fifty mile ride ought not to stsgger any cavalryman, hard or soft, and made no reply whatever to the captain's account of how he succeeded in getting relieved. He didn't believe a word of it He spoke to her about not doing it any more, but she said Rhe could not yield to outside influence. She must be her own judge regarding the best time tq stop, So she ate a little bread and butter, put a new Bnapper on the whip and went at But Noel shook his head, and, forming line to the front at a trot, moved forward a few hundred yards, and then, to the intense disgust of Mr. Mason, ordered the first platoon dismounted and pushed ahead as skirmishers. Compelled to leave their horses with number four of each set, the other troopers, sullenly, but in disciplined silence, advanced afoot up the gentle slope which led to the heights on the right of the gorge. "Gallant Noel! Rescue of the Iniian Captives! Stirring Pursuit and Fierce Battle with the Apaches! "A dispatch received last night by the Hon. Amos Withers announces the return from the front of Capt. Noel, whe so recently left our midst, with a portion of his troop, bringing with him the women and children who had been run off by the Apaches on their raid among the ranches south of their reservation. The captain reports a severe fight, in which many of the regiment were killed and wounded, he himself, though making light of the matter, receiving a bullet through the left arm. Not a shot impeded their advance; not a sound told them that they were even watched. Bnt far up through the pass itself the sound of sharp firing continued, and every now and then a shrill yell indicated that the Apaches were evidently having the best of it The next publish*) dispatches wen from the general himself. • Ho was incensed over the escape of the Apaches. Measures for the capture were complete, and it was broadly hinted that a certain officer would be brought to trial for his -failure to carry out positive orders. A. Baseball Discovery. There is a lady in Washington who has spent numerous afternoons in an effort to acquire an acquaintance with the game of baseball. She has attended game after game and recently, at the dinner table, announced the result of her observation. Charlie—Perhaps you'd like to be skipper of my boat, young woman? Flo—rd rather be your first mate, dear —Chatter. Trot, July 1C\ 1890. Again Mason rode to his captain. "I beg you, sir," he said, "to. let me take my platoon, or the other one, and charge through there. It isn't possible that they can knock more than one or two of us out of the saddle; and if you follow with the rest of the men they can easily be taken care of." But Noel this time rebuked him. ''It is believed," said The Chronicle, "that the officer referred to is well known in oar community, as he had, oddly enough, been a predecessor in the recruiting service of the actual hero of the campaign." Two weeks went by. There was no announcement of Noel's name as promoted. Other matters pccupied the attention of the ciub and the coteries, and 00 oao knew just what it all meant when it was announced that Mrs. Noel had suddenly left for the frontier to join her husband. Perhaps his wounds were more severe than at first reported. Then it was noticed that Mr. Withers was in a very nervous and irritable frame of mind, that constant dispatches were passing between him and Capt. Noel in the west, and that suddenly he departed again on some mysterious errand for Washington. And then it was announced that Capt. Noel would not be able to visit the east as had been expected,Kk. Bill Ntx: Kindly give us your experiences at and opinion of a clam bake, one of the most ridiculous institutions of the United State*. Very respectfully, When She Wears No Sleeve. Crusty—Beauty I Bah! Don't hunt for beauty when you're looking for a marriageable girl, my boy. Beauty wears her heart upon her sleeve, you know. "I have learned," she said deliberately, "that the pitcher does not try to throw the ball so that the man can hit it."—Washington Post. On* WHO Was Tbobouqrlt DuatmraD AT OH* OFTBBM. "While the rest of the command had gone on in pursuit of the Apaches the captain was sent bv the battalion commander to escort the captives back to the railway. Clam bakes are not always unsuccessful. Even if they are unsuccessful from your own point of view they might not be from the standpoint of the man who prepares them. I was one of a small party of plain American citizens who bought out a clam kiln and colic works last season at Long Branch. I had been accustomed to life among the lowly in years past, having been born of poor but extremely brainy parents. I had also lived in the wild and woolly west, where clams and other specimens of insect life are regarded with distrust. There you can buy, or could at the time I lived there, a hind £ of elk for $1 .50, hang it in your wood shed and feed a good sized family on it for a week. So I said to a friend or two: "Here is a natural product of the soil, the cheapest and commonest of God's impervious fauna, the low browed and weak minded clam. We will get tome one to bake some for us, then we will eat a watermelon and play that we are amenable to no law, but that we are free and unfettered, and as careless of human life as a steam heating company or a young physician." We ordered no wine, but just clams and watermelon. Youngblood — Indeed! Then where does she wear it at dress receptions?— Lawrence American. Again and again did she question Mr. Falconer, the eminent counsel, as to the possibilities. This gentleman had fought all through the war of the rebellion, and had won high commendation for bravery. He had taken the case because ha believed, on Withers' statement, that Noel was a wronged and injured man, and because, possibly, a fee of phenomenal proportion could be looked for. Ha met among the old captains of the Eleventh men whom he had known in Virginia in the war days, and learned from them what Noel's real reputation was, and, beyond peradventure, how ha had shirked and played the coward in tha last campaign; so that he, who had known Mabel Vincent from her baby* hood and loved her old father, now shrank from the sorrow of having to tell her the truth. Yet she demanded it, and he had to say that her husband's fata hinged on the evidence that might ba given by Capt. Lane and Mr, Mason, Nothing In Legends. An old cynic in Boston, has investigated about fifty legends connected with ledges, waterfalls and gullies in different parts of America, and he has found every one of them to be a deception of the first water. Don't pay no summer hotel an extra price for being located near the spot where "Shewith-red-hair" leaped to her death because her pa scolded her.—Detroit Free Press. "Mr. Mason, I have had too much of your interference," he said, "and I will tolerate no more. I am in command of this troop, sir, and I am responsible for its proper conduct." Financial Item. Wife—What are you studying so busily these days? "This dispatch, though of a private character, is fully substantiated by the official report of the general commanding the department to the adjutant general of the army. It reads as follows: Husband—I am interested in the silver problem. And Mason, rebuffed, fell back without further word. COMING HOME FROM THE CLAM BAKE, it again. People passing the house during the night heard Delay sobbing anon, and between his sobs they could hear the whip crack around his various cornices and fretwork. Finally the weary wife let him out, and fixing a bed for him on the floor she turned out the cat and went to bed. She never had to do so again. Delay after that was another man. He removed to Kentucky, where he would not have the same temptations that were afforded him in Maine, and became the father of nine children, all of whom were born with wnat resembled a large welt across the person. Wife—So am I. Would you be kind enough to give me half a dollar?—Lowell Citizen. The pass was reached, and still not » shot had been fired. Over the low ridge the dismounted troopers went, and not an Apache was in Bight. Then at last it became evident that to cross the stream they would have to ford; and then the "recall" was sounded, the horses were run rapidly forward to the skirmish line, the men swung into saddle, the rear platoon closed on the one in front, and cautiously, with Mason leading and Noel hanging back a little as though to direct the march of his column, the troop passed through the river and came out on the other side. The moment they reached the bauk Mason struck a trot without any orders and the men followed him. Noel hastened forward, snouting out, "Walk, walk." But, finding that they either did not or would not hear him, he galloped in front of the troop and sternly ordered the leaders to decrease their gait and not again to take the trot unless he gave the command. " 'Capt. Noel, of the Eleventh cavalry, has just reached the railway, bringing with him all but one of the women and children whom the Apaches had carried off into captivity. The other was shot by a bullet in the desperate fight which occurred in San Simon Pass between the commands of Capts. Lane and Noel and the Apaches, whose retreat they were endeavoring to head off. Greene's battalion of the Eleventh arrived in time to take part; but on their appearance the Apaches fled through the mountains in the wildest confusion, leaving much of their plunder behind them. "I read the other day that Byron was clubfooted," said Cholly. "That just shows that physical infirmities do not conflict with genius." An Exncptlon. Miss Millie—Oh, mother, Professor Science is to lecture to-night. Can't I go? Interested in Science. "No," said his friend, "unless one happens to be a blCfckhead."—Munsey's Weekly. All the same it came as a shock which completely devastated the social circles of the Queen City when it was announced in the New York and Chicago papers that a general court martial had been ordered to assemble at Fort Gregg, New Mexico, for the trial of Capt. Gordon Noel, Eleventh cavalry, on charges of misbehavior in the face of the enemy and conduct unbecoming an officer and a gentleman. Mother—Dear me! you? What's got into Thermometrlcal. Miss Millie—Why, he's to lecture on 'Sun Spots," and I'm just wild to get a good cure for freckles."—New York Weekly. He—Why do you call your dog Zero? I thought that you named him Tom, after your fiance. • I do not say to you, Mrs. Timberlake, to do this way with Erstwhile, for it is a severe method, and he might not be drunk enough so that you could sew him up, and he might possibly reverse the programme, but I tell you of this case go yon can't say I ignore your wail. .  " 'It is impossible as yet to give accurate accounts of the killed and wounded, but our losses are reported to have been heavy.' That very night these two officers arrived, together with three members of the court. The following day at 10 o'clock the court was to begin its session, and four of its members were still to come. That night Mr. Falconer and Noel were closeted with several men in succession, seeking evidence for the defense. That night there came a dispatch from Withers saying he had done his best in Washington, but that it seemed improbable that the president would interfere and accept Noel's resignation from the service. She—I used to, but Tom fell so many degrees in my estimation that I thought Zero the better name.—New York Herald.Better Not Return. Sitting Bull says he can't live over twenty years more unless he is permitted to return to his old stamping grounds in the west. If he was allowed to go back he probably wouldn't live twenty days, as there are plenty of men who would shoot him on sight.— Detroit Free Press. "How thoroughly have the predictions of The Chronicle with regard to thiagallant officer been fulfilled! To his relatives und his many friends in our midst The Chronicle extends its most hearty congratulations. We predict that the welcomn which Capt. Noel will receive will be j*'1 that his fondest dreams could possibly have The Chronicle made no allusion to the matter until after it was heralded over the city by the other journals. Then it announced that it was in possession of information showing conclusively that Capt. Noel was the victim of the envy of certain officers in his regiment, and that the charges had been trumped up from the false and prejudiced statement of the man whom he had been compelled to place in arrest for misconduct in action. "Capt. Noel had demanded a court martial," said The Chronicle, "that he might be triumphantly vindicated, as he undoubtedly would be." Another party from New York also ordered a clam bake at the same time, so that the same kiln dried all the clams. In baking clams you heat a lot of stones in a hot fire, throw them in a hole along with your clams, green corn, ground feed, etc., etc. You then cover up the mass, and go away fishing or pitching horse shoos till you smell something. That is the clams. You then borrow a six-tine pitohfork, such as is used by our best livery stable people, and fork out your clams and green corn, serving hot. Guests will wait on themselves. After the clams are served you load a large shotgun with hot fence nails and collect the bill. At the Garden Gate. "Oh, George, papa is unchaining the dog." "It's all right. He used to be my dog. I gave him to the dealer to sell to your papa."—Boston Courier. Just at this minute, from the heights to the right and left, half a dozen shots were fired in quick succession; a trooper riding beside the first sergeant threw up his arms, with the sudden cry: "My God! I've got it!" and fell back from the saddle. Noel at the same instant felt a twinge along his left arm, and, wheeling his hone about, shouted; "To the rear! to the rear! We're ambushed!" And, despite the rallying cry of Mason and the entreaties of the guide, the men, taking the cue from their leader, reined to the right and left about and went clattering out of the pass. Cold as it may be, no man cares for a coat on his tongue.—Kearney Enterprise. And no matter how beclouded his intellect may be, he doesn't want a pane in his head. He may even be a shepherd and not care for a crook in his back.— New York World. The Undesirable In Life. Nobody to Blame. "Did the coroner render a verdict on the horse thief they lynched?" Landlord—See here, you owe me a hundred dollars back rent, and I'd like to know when you intend to pay it. Laying Down the Law. CHAPTER XVI, Noel showed this to Mabel and upon the sofa with a groan of despair. "Yes. He said the man died of heart failure induced by a broken neck."— Puck. "Oh, my darling!" sho whispered, kneeling by his side and throwing her arms about his nock, "don't give way! There must be hope yet! They cannot Erove such cruel charges! There must e a way of averting this trouble." Tenant—It has been the invariable rule of my life, sir, to pay as I go. Natural Enough. Landlord—Well, then, go as soon as possible.—New York Ledger. At the club several men surrounded Lieut. Bowen with eager inquiry as to the facts in the case. Bowen, who was now in charge of the rendezvous as Noel's successor, was very reticent when interrogated. He said that while an officer might demand a court of inquiry he could not demand a court martial; they were entirely different things; and it was certainly the latter that had been ordered. The Wrong Place. Fond Mother (gazing at the baby)— He looks just like his father, doesn't he? Customer (to clerk in book store)—-1 want to order some stationary tubs. Careful Nurse—Yes, mum, except the beard and eye glasses.—Munsey's Weekly.The Heaviest Attraction. "There is one," said he, starting up* "There is one, if you will only do it to save me." I ate the left lobe of three underdone Waterbury clams, an ear of hot seed corn and a slice of soured and pessimistic watermelon. My bill was |23—that is exclusive of nurses and medical attendance.Master Robert tells us of the glories of his papa's new house. "There is a beautiful largo entrance, with carved stone windows, and on the top of the house there is- a splendid cupola." Clerk (surprised)—This is the wrong place, madam. We don't keep them. "Don't you? I thought,this was a stationery store?"'—Time. Still Farther. "What would I not do to save you, Gordon?" she asked, though her face was paling now with awful dread of what the demand might be. "I haven't seen anything of De Wiggs lately," said Squildig. "Oh, he's buckled down to work now," replied McSwilligen. "Buckled down! If he's anything like what he used to be he'll have to be chained down to keep him at it."—Pittsburg Chronicle. Night came on and found them still marching at a steady walk. Halts for rest, too, had been frequently ordered, and at last Mason could stand it no longer. After repeated looks at his watch he had burst out with an earnest appeal: "Capt. Noel, well never get there in time at this rate. Surely, sir, the orders yon got from the general must be different from those that came to the poet. They said make all speed, lose not a moment. Did not yours say so, too?" "The general knew very well that I had marched cavalry too often not to understand just how to get there in time," was Noel's stately reply; and, though chafing inwardly, Mason ws4 compelled to silence. Ten o'clock came, and still it was no better. Then both the lieutenant and the guide, after a moment's consultation during a rest, approached the captain and bejjod him to increase the gait; and when they mounted, the command did, for » whila, move 4B at a jog, which M non would fain hare increase! to the kr.w, bat Noel interposed. Midnight, and more rests, found them fully ten miles behind the point where the guide and lieutenant had planned to be. Bran the men had begun to murmur themselves, Wd tq contrast the captain's spiritless advanoe with Mr. Mann's lively methqtfc tiro o'olodk. ai the J*yo«ffli4 More shots came from the Apaches, some aimed at the fleeing troop and others at the little group of men that remained behind; for the poor fellow who had been shot through the breast lay insensible by the side of the stream, and would have been abandoned to his fate but for the courage and devotion of Mason and two of the leading men. Promptly jumping from their horses, they raised him between them, and, laying him across the pommel of one of the saddles, supported by the troopers, the wounded man was carried back to the ford, and from there out of harm's way. I do not care for clams, anyway. I cannot come up with a clam. I some- "You don't say so?" Nicely Put. "Yes; and that's not all. Something else is going to be put on, I know, because I heard papa whisper to mamma that he intended to have a mortgage on the house."—London Tit-Bits. "Was there not some likelihood of malice and envy being at the bottom of the charges?" he was asked. "And was it not unfair to let him be tried by officers prejudiced against him?" "Mabel, my wife, it is to see—him at once. There is nothing that he will not do for you. I know it—for I know what he has done. See him. You know what to say. I cannot prompt you. But get him to tell as little as he possibly can in regard to this pase," "(Jordan eho cried, "you ask me to do this after the great wrong I did him?" Patient (dissatisfied with dietary restrictions)—Look here, doctor, I'm not going to starve to death just for the sake of living a little longer.—Translated for Chatter. Htm 3 feel that I wouli like to, but I cannot. Neither can ray boots. I was qqito ill after I ate these clama. having thrown away the most digestible part, viz., the shell, and foolishly eaten the :1am. On the steamer coming home many people who had been greatly disappointed all day in the matter of enjoyment came up on deck, watched my gyrations a few moments, and went home peaceful and contented. At the wharf, nm« pf those who had been down to Manhattan Beach to see Pain's "Siege of Vera Crua," and were bitterly disappointed, came to where I was gnawing an old anchor and moaning with an ini ward pain, and after soeiiyj me suffering went homo statin* that they had more got their money back. Bowen said he did not belong to the Eleventh, but he knew it well enough to say no to the first part of the question- As to the other, there were only two officers from that regiment on the court, and one was Noel's old friend and colonel —Riggs. One Fire Accounted Far. "You've wretched quarters here, Joe." "Yes, I'm looking around for a better half."—Keystone. A Change of Currency. Time Tells. McCrackle—What caused the fire at your boarding house yesterday? McCarkle—A heated argument at the dinner table.—Time. Uncle Dick (to 5-year-old Alice, who tries in vain to capture a sparrow in the park)—Put some salt on its tail, Allie, and than you can catch It easily. "There is no other way," was the sullen answer. And he turned moodflv from her side, leaving her stunnea, •peechless. That Settles It. Alice—I used to do that, Uncle Dick, but I can't now. Snow. By this time Noel, at full gallop, had gpoe four or five hundred yards to the rear, and there the first sergeant—not he —rallied the troop, reformed it, counted feors, and faced it to the front. It was in the midst of this that Mr. Amos Withers had suddenly appeared and begged a few words in private with Mr. Bowen. BEFORE THE STORM. Oil, For snow I Whirling down lightly. Glistening whitely On tie bare ground in a soft, fleecy mound. Uncla Dick—And why uot? Alice—Because I'm too old.—Harper's Young People. (TO BE CONTINUED ) He was permitted to go himself to the 4/. ir„i. .1 railway to meet Mabel Withers was In a state of peryqus excitement, as any one pould gee. He talked eagerly, even pleadingly, with the silent lieutenant, and at last suddenly arose, and, with the look of a defeated and discomfited man, left the olnb house, entered hia carriage and was driven rapidly awry. For«e of Habit. An Accommodating Suitor. "Where are you off to?" "To apply for the hand of one of M , the banker's, daughters." "Which of them?" When Mason returned to them, leading the two troopers and the dying man, his face was as black as a thunder cloud. He rodo up to his captain, who wai stanching with a handkerchief a littla stream of blood that seemed to be ooming down his left arm, and addressed to these words; For a week the story of Gordon Noel's heroism was the talk of Queen City society. He had led the charge upon the Indians after a pursuit of over a hundred miles through the desert. He had fought his way to the cave in which these poor captive women were guarded, and had himself cut the thongs that bound them. He was painfully wounded, but never auit the fight till the last savage was driven from the field. For daring and brilliant conduct he was to be promoted over the heads of all the captains in his regiment. His name was already before the president fax * v§capcy $he adju- Countryman (at the village hotel)—An' is that feller a real, genooine reporter on one of the Bosting papers? How I long for its whiteness, Its cold dazzling brightness, Driving and drifting, Floating and sifting I Oh, For snow! Clerk—Oh, yes! He put a paragraph mark before his name and a double line under the name of his paper when lie registered.—Boston Timet The New England clam bake costs less money, but is almost equally fatal to me. if you hear of my eating another clam bake you can safely say to yourself that when I did it I was under the influence of liquor. Some siren with bleached and merry ogling eye may meet me on the beaoh and drug me, and feed me a $lam while singing to me some sweet, sad song, but she will have to be better looking than the average flah ball siren of story. "That depends. If he looks pleasant HI take the youngest; but if he's croaa, the oldest."—Humoristische Blaetter. AFTER THE STORM Oh, That night an officer from the war department arrived in the Queen City and was closeted for a while with Lieut. Bowen, after which the two went to the chief of police, and in company with him visited the cell where Tajntor, deserter and forger, was confined, took his statement and that of the stieL and Aa to Heuarei. School Teacher—Johnny, what does the word meter mean? Johnny—A measure. This snowl My arms are aching, My hack is breaking, Hare,asl shovel, 1 long for a hotel In some sunny clime Where It's hot all the time, Broiling and sizzling, Frying and frlzaUng 1 Oh, Thlamoirl -4aa»rrUl»J*M*l. She Didn't Object. "Capt. Noel, there were not more than six or eight Apaches guarding thoss beiffhta. There was no excuse in Godl world, sir, for a retreat. I can take my platoon and go through there now without difficulty, and once again, sir, I implore you to let me do it," , _ W. Childers Eydd (looking for board) —Oh, I forgot to mention that two of my party of four are small children. j[ hope that will make no difference. Mrs. Hashton (sweetly)—Oh, not at all. X shall charge jus* the same aa if they grown up.—Pack. School Teacher—Now, Johnny, what do they measure with the meterf Johnny—Oaa, electricity, water and poetry.—Harper's Bazar. Wife—I am undecided whether to go to Newport or Long Branch this season. Husband—You had better remain undecided until fall, for I have no money to go to either place.—Mi oasy's Weakly. 1 t ■v."' •• -fev i'vV. -