Pittston Gazette

              »1 C ffM^H^WwcaiR^- u ' Kiitabllhfim! 1HSO. ( vOL. XI.VI11 No. 83 I PITTSTON, LUZERNE COUNTY, PA., FRIDAY, APRIL I, 1898. Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. s tti oo» VCM . In AdvHiue "An Army Wife," every "set" or cavalry quarteri tnen tne kitchen chimney sent aloft iU feathery plume, with one exception—a subaltern's bouse well over toward the western eud of the row; and toward the gate thereof, edging away from the ribald homeward-bound of the main road and shuffling stolidly across the mesa. Hop Ling was making his rapid way. Kan-tan bad gone against him, and but for his hands his pockets were empty. Bop bore with him an air of drpression. and was followed by a faint fragrance as of mandrBgora. His bleary little eyes were jearvhlng furtively along that line of fence and stables for the gleam of the sentry's carbine and cap ornaments. He must place tbat watch man of the night and know his ground before be entered post. 'Spose the officer of the guard bad happened CHAPTER Xin. went as xar as niB gate only anCr tnere said in a low tone to his own subaltern: "Tell Col. Buxton I am detained a few minutes on important personal business," and let the group go sauntering out into the sunshine without him. The band was gavly crashing through the spirited measures of the "Liberty Bell." Maj. Freeman, straddling down the row In chae« of the troop officers, glanced up and smiled and waved his hand. % £ Ce* to* W "No word of this to anyone, Whittaker," said Grafton, as they turned away. He was beginning to see (through it all. He knew that two ladies of the garrison were calling at his quarters Just at that luckless hour near retreat, when, as he had urged, Merriam went thither and asked for Mrs. McLane. He knew tbat they had left and gone on up the row while his wife was expostulating with Fanny aloft and Randy was waiting below. He knew that one at least of their number would be aure to tell whst was occurring, hot as a matter of malice by any means, but simply because rfhe couldn't help telling anything and everything that she saw and heard. He knew that sympathizing women were dropping in every few minutes to see "dear Florrie" herself. If a possible thing, or to Inquire how she was, and be quickly conjectured that one or more of these visitors had let fall the fatal observation. What Qrafton did not know was tbat such a visitation had befallen after Florence had virtually asked Randy to tell where he had been, and after his hapless failure to explain immediately the entire oircumstancea. It roused the demon of her paaalonat* nature to be told the troth by other lips than his. But this In itself, reasoned Grafton, was not enough to drive Florence Into flight. one muftk uavc NMUIfltU IOJ' ilia i«tCr coming, must have seen him go—oh. fatal atepl for which he, Georgv Grafton. and no one else, was responsible! —away from the path that led to his wife and home, straight to tbat which bors him to the side of the woman be had loved before ever he set eyes oo Floy Tremaine. And thither she, perchance, had followed; but there—what had she seen?—what had she heard? There were aching hearts in many households at Sedgwick tbat cloudiest morning, but the man who suffered most was Grafton. The wbole truth flashed upon bim as be followed the prints of Mignon's nimble hoof. Be would have to tell his wife and Mrs. Hayne. but no one else. Ing his own eagerness, he waited In stern self-discipline while the adjutant went Quickly into details, as was his business, in striving to learn the extent and nature of Merrlam's wounds; then, tbe colonel being over home, turned for advice to Grafton. CURIOUS TEMPERANCE LAW. The One Enforced In Pomona, Cal., Said to Be Unique. The growth of temperance sentiment in southern California in the past few years Is marvelous, and today, outside of Los Angeles, all local elections have prohibition and high license as their sole issues. There are no party lines between Repub- Icaui, Democrats and Populists, and \oters »ho have been arrayed against one anothir in the fall or general elections join lands and array themselves against 'nniier question of issuing 1Jiarge sum or of having toial of the local liquor business. \ooal campaigns are vtnr'jt_atihe communities much inure political ones. At the last in Pomona the high license 'ter a lively campaign of four ;lty had been a strict prohibitwo years. now in force Is probably the M«tthi|v DunkjemperanoeBY  "Only our contract doctor left." he said. "The others are off with the Riflers or—in chase." Hurriedly he wrote a few lines to Buxton and then turued to McGrath. CHAPTER XL Captain Charles Jfing, parallel for that other remarkable ?uphemlsm of so many of our countrywomen—"she's enjoying poor health." Yet withal. Florence had the sympathy, the genuine affection of all Fort Sedgwick, even in—or rather notwithstanding—her enthusiastic estimate of Randy's qualities as husband and as man, and her own extreme beatitude aa wife. Then Mrs. Buxton ventured to fire a shot, as she stood watching them strolling homeward after parade one evening, absorbed in one another, and to observe to her own supremely indifferent lord: "There now, Bux, there's abotber girl making a fool of herself over a man, only she's the sweetest fool I ever knew in my born days." "Mrs. McLane," Merriam was saying at the moment, interrupting tbe pleading, weeping woman wbo was clinging to bis arm, "it is useless to talk of it. Had you let me know why you wished to see me, all the pain of this meeting could have been avoided. Every paper I had was given to Mr. Parry, your lawyer, months ago. 1 know less about the matter, probably, than you do; and now, forgive me,, but 1 must goatonce." Almost forcibly he drew her clasping hands from his arm. and tumingsharply and without another word to the cringing woman, hastened on through the narrow pathway that led between Grafton's cottage and that to the eastward, and preseutly emerged again Into the moonlight at the back of the house, going straight to the captain's stable. For a moment bis late companion stood there at the trellis, staring after him in mingled misery and Incredulity. She had planned it well. She had marked his coming just as Grafton had said, had hurried down to the shady aisle be- "The Riflen put a head on that Cimarron strike in short order, didn't [ Copyright 189C, by F. Tennyson Neely. ] "Tell Capt. Grafton about these messages for Mr. Merriam, will you?" said he, "and captain, will you please attend to that while I look to Randy's relief? Thank God they didn't kill him," be added as he went noisily out. "What in heaven's name did Buxton expect him to do, anyhow?" "Pcrdoo ma ocj* minut*. Kr*. - ■ • ■ • - gallop in chase of the greasers. accuracy at no greater distance than the 400 yards that now separated them. Almost before be could realize it Randy felt a sharp sting just at the outer edge of his bridle arm, and knew that the blood gushed from the wound. Then all of a sudden his poor troop horse plunged heavily forward, and. groaning and struggling, went down in a heap, bearing his rider helplessly with him. Two minutes more, as some of the men dismounted and with rapid and effective fire scattered the Mexicans to shelter within the ravine. Corporal Butta and a trooper succeeded in pulling Merriam free from the madly laabing, struggling, stricken brate, and then It wras found that their pallid, speechlrss leader had received some serious injury. All the breath was knocked out of his body and the bridle arm was broken midway between the wrist and elbow. That ended the chase. Four or five men, it is true, took advantage of the fact that tbe lieutenant was knocked out to dash ahead and have a personal affair with the greasers, and larter in the day, when, after a long, long ride, Trooper Mullen reached a friendly ranchman on tbe Santa Clara and had him send out his spring wagon for th« wounded officer, these enthusiasts came drifting back, there was reason for belief that their ammunition had not been entirely spent in vain. But it was a worn-out, used-up detachment, escorting a two-wheeled, improvised ambulance, that recrossed the Santa Clara late that afternoon and was met there by the assistant surgeon. There was no difficulty in learning at the wretched shack at the edge of the reservation which way they had gone. Nine at least werein the party, and the hoof tracks led away southwestward across the flat until they struck the line of the railway, two miles west of the Junction. Here there seemed to have to meet him during the night. *Spoae "Have you a right to say what is wanted of Mr. Merriam and whom these are from?" asked Grafton of the operator.somebody sick. " 'Spose Misae Melliuni she want tee chow-chow?" Bang! the morning gun roared ita lusty summons to be up and doing, and skulking coyotes squatted tower as they sneaked away from the outlying quarters, no chicken the richer, and t£ guard turned out with 20 additions to company Q and more still a-coming and the telegraph instrument in the clerk'* office began to call "Lalarrup—Lalarrup — Lalarrup," and the soldier operator, washing his face In a tin baaln outside, gianced up and said: "The deuce with you You always call when I'm washing. What's up now?" and had to drop ablutions, and. wringing hia handa as lie ran. to answer the sharp, insistent summons; and as b« listened bia face grew keen and excited, and, checking the rapid clicking of the key one Instant. be yelled to the drowsy clerk In tbe adjoining office: "Billy—quick! Tumble up snd see If Lieut. Merrlam's back. I've a message for him." and •lien clicked and listened and noted again: but tbe reveille waa chirruping its merry music, and the sweet, cool, morning air rang with the melody, and the troopers were tumbling out from the barracks and ever across tbe parade officers came stalking forth from their doorways, for tbe —th were sticklers nbout morning stables and roll call; and. most prominent figure of all. xtreaking across the mesa wlfh pig tails and pajamasa-flyIng, with hla feltbottomed boots fairly flashing, with flaring eyes, distended for once at least with mad appeal and dread In every Feature and shrill distress In his chattering tones, came Hop Ling, straight for the guardhouse and shrieking for ■'Mellium." been a brief halt, discussion, possibly n divide, and a split. Two horses had crossed the track and gone south; the others, veering westward, had "lit out" for the Santa Clara, and Randy Merriam, a trifle hungry now, was wishing with all his heart he had gone first to Florence, and left the inspection of the stages until afterwards. It was somewhere about two o'clock when they started. The men were booted and spurred, but Merr iam was in ordinary trousers, and the troop horse he rode was quick to fln/l tbe spur was gone and slow to mind the heel. The McCiellnn saddle, too, with its upright pommel and cantle, worried him after the ease of his own Whitman. When dawn came he was well-nigh ready to give up the chase after fording the Santa Clara and finding the trail had turned northwestward, when a sharp-eyed trooper swore be could see the quarry making for the foothills and not two miles ahead; so Merriam borrowed a single spur and pushed vehemently, vigorously on. "I couldn't say a word, sir, ordinarily, but I believe they'll never blame me now. ItDs a Mr. Edward Parry and he begs Mr. Merriam, who can 8T*t through, m come up beyond Cimarron to him on important business—his train's blockaded by strikers." 3reat Britain, rhjk it is a re»w and worthy of study. It is the Pacific coast as the Pomona In ita preparation the ideas of .inent leaders ip temperance considered. Thtf purpose was drinking place, pure and siniyho must drink, to put those Bux himself roared it out for Floy's benefit not long after, and did it so that half Fort Sedgwick heard it. for tbe one valuable quality Bflx possessed as a cavalry officer was his voice. The volume of sound he could produce when bellowing Instructions to a regimental skirmish line was something prodigious, but of so rasping and exasperating a timbre that his old-time derider, Blake, likened it hi force to a fog bom and in staying power to boiled cabbage--not a neat comparison but one expressly fitting. "Give me a blank," said Grafton, quickly. "I think I partially understand the case," and these were the words that were wired at one o'clock to the eager lawyer on the waiting train: same time to keep women 'a and children's livelihoods from going over a bar. the most, strict surveillance they?" said he. "The news has just come—trains running to-morrow." The Pomona saloon law provides that there may be but two drinking places there—a community of over 6,000 population.tween the quarters and baited him there—astonished at her daring. He would have walked a dozen miles that night rather than see her at all, but to meet her this way, to feel that he was trapped, matte Merriam's blood boil with wrath. His voice, though, was stem and cold aa he bade her soy why •he wished to see him. But her aim was to detain, to soften, to charm and then to plead, and she had a dreadful, dreadful story to tell and none to tell it to but him. Even then she was balked, for Merriam bluntly bode her omit the story, as he knew ft li he needed to know, and come to the point at once. What could she want of him? Advice—sympathy, she cried; and for adcice he referred her to her lawyer—for sympathy she must not come to him. She must have souie purpose in calling on him— what was it? And then it proved to be the packet with certain papers, given him by the young miner in the Mescalero. "It was turned over to your lawyer long ago," said Bandy; and then •he burst into tears and said she was undone, and wailed: "Oh, Bandy, Bands'! what can I—what am I to do?" And he suggested gravely, courteously, but positively, that she should at once go iudoors, while he went on bis way. * . "Merriam wounded In affair with bandits this morning—miles from post. Mrs. McLane Is still under my root. Command my services. Out on the sunlit meafe a mile aiway a dusty little cortege came slowly, wearily trooping homeward, bearing a weunded officer to the longed-for shelter of his home; and Grafton, with still another of those fateful brown envelopes in his hand, bent over and interrupted the lovely widow in the midci of her animated chat with the ladies from next door. The saloon or barroom must be on a prinolpal thoroughfare of the city. It must be on the first or ground floor, and its front must be one-half of plain glass and flush with the sidewalk. No frosted, painted or stained glass may be used in the windows or doors, and thert must be no soreens whatever. The view fToin the street to the bar must always be free and unobstructed, so that a person on the street may at any time see who are within the saloon. "GEORGE GRAFTON. Captain." And now. strangely enough, this maddest of nights poor Florence could not get those words and that tone out of ber head. She had flushed and turned tpeechlerfs away at the time, hurt to her toul antl indignant, too. but the training of her youth was strong. Their were people her father and mother bad taught ber to respect, and though angry, indignant remonstrance was in her heart, she stifled the words that strove to spring to her lips. Then Grafton followed the trail of the adjutant—went straightway to Burton, who was taking his noonday siesta and hated to be disturbed at such a time and was crusty, as could be expected, when asked permission by Capt. Grafton to ride out and meet the wounded officer. He flew into a tantrum. "Pardon me one minute, Mrs. Mc Lane." he said. "Some rait her ui-geni dispatches came while you were sleeping, and this has just reached me. li you can spare a moment to glance over them 1 will have the answers sent. Suppose we step ln^de." "My God, sir! No. sir. Am I to scatter ray medical ataff to the four winds, with Brady and Corcoran past praying for here, and then have my troop leaders scattering tool The Lord only knows what's going to happen before we get through with this day, and now Merriam's shot and otherwise injured, and all on account of those beggarly greasers. No, air! Not another man goes out till we've rounded up those already afield." Then, also, there can be no rear or side doors to the saloon, no cellar or basement, no adjunct, wing, side room or alcove. The saloon or barroom must be a single rectangular or square apartment. There must be do allurements there other than drink Itself. To that end there may be but one seat, bench or chair in the saloon. That must be behind the bar and for the sole use of the saloon keeper or bartender. Barrels or casks must be separated from the room by a railing so that they may not furnish seats or leaning conveniences for patrons of the saloon. No pictures, advertisements or show cards may be on the walls, and nothing to eat may be served, given away or sold there, not even crackers or pretzels. All games are Strictly prohibited In the saloons, and newspapers, periodicals or books are tabooed along with any table or shelf upon which they might be placed. In a word, the Pomona barroom or saloon Is simply a drinking place, surrounded by all the publicity posslbla—Boston Transcript. Then broad daylight came, and there could be no doubt they were gaining. The chase was hot. The pursued were tossing off saddle bags, riatas, and other detachable horse furniture to lighten their weight, but they stuck to their guns and ammunition. Merriam's men were considerably strung out, not more than six being well up within supporting distance, when the fact that they were in range of the greasers was demonstrated by the zip and sing'of a bullet close alongside. "I expect I've put my foot in it again to-day,1 reported Bux to his better half, when be got borne. "No word of this to anyone, Whit taker," therefore he cautioned, with a sigh. It was wonderful with what sudden oess gladness and gayety would vanish from her eyes, leaving there only a bunted, haggard look; so, too, in the line* about the sensitive mouth; yet the soft, creamy tint of the fair skin remained unchanged, as ddd the gentle color. Mutely she arose and followed him, and, the parlor being in the shadt and too near the party on the porch, ht led on to the bright dining-room whos* windows commanded a view of the sun shiny mesa. There he turned. "I hope you saw Mrs. Merriam before you started," was Bandy's faint greet- Ing. "She wasn't much worried, was she? I tried to scrawl a line or two, and we made the messenger swear I was only lamed by the fall of the horse. You saw her—didn't you?" "Well, I'm sure I'm never surprised." was the lady's prompt reply. "Well, I'm not all aatnlne," waa that troubled subaltern's reply, "though 1 dare say you've thought me so of late." "I fear I've been rude to Col. Buxton, Bandy." faltered Floy, when that gentleman came in from troop drill an hour later. "God forbid that I should judge ant man," thought Grafton to himself, "after what IDe done this past night" Capt. Grafton turned without a word of remonstrance, with, hie usual grave salule. From there he went to see that Merriam's home wu in readiness, and then to his wife, who read tidings of new disaster in his troubled eyes. "Oh, George!" she cried. "Will this dreadful day never end? The servant* Bay Merriam's shot and mortally wounded, and that the Biflera are wrecked at Calamaa Gorge—" "No—o," hesitated the doctor. "I didn't, Merriam. You see there wasn't time. You know bow it is with old Bux. Steady witb that stretcher there, steward. Just let me slip this support under the lieutenant's shoulder. You know Bux insisted on my starting instantly.""You couldn't be rude even to Bux. my darling." w*aiC his answer, as he folded ber in bis arms. Harriet Grafton was greatly shocked when told her husband's fears, and did not altogether meekly accept his caution to keep the secret from Fanny, who still slept the sleep of the innocent and virtuous and clear of conscience Hop Ling bad been told to go indoors, put all the rooms to right*, have the breakfast table set, and breakfast prepared as usual, and he wondered but obeyed. Mrs. Hayne was speedily aroused by the announcement that Mrs. Grafton was below, and waa well aware that something extraordinary had occurred to warrant a call at so early an hoar. Even the children, wearied after last night's vigil, were still Mtwp. Donning a wrapper, she hastened out on the landing and softly called over the balusters: "I know yon have news for me, Mrs. Grafton, please come up." "That's business," muttered the trooper who rode close on his left rear. "Shall I try a shot, sir?" And these are not types of the "first year wedded" and the "quarter century mated" love as seen in the army. 1 have known many and many a couple who have risen together through every grade in the line, loved, loving and lovers to the end. A new officer of the guard, a scowling and unresponsive man, turned from bla survey of the array of grinning prisoners, forgetting their own troubles In Merriam shook his head. The situation had few points in Its favor. Obedient to his orders to pursue and capture the gang, Baody bad ridden hard, yet over many a mile bad he asked himself the question—Suppose tlhey resist arrest, what's to be done? He had no warrant. He was not even a deputy sheriff, not even the humblest constituent of a posse comitatus. If he or his men returned their fire and shot some of these unnatural naturalized voters and citizens, like as not an indictment for murder would be hanging over bis head, if not hanging him in the course of a fortnight. True, there was no Sheriff within 70 miles, and long before the dvK authorities could be brought into play the murderers of Brady would be scattered all over the face of the earth. All the ssme, under the strict interpretation of the civil law, Lieut. Merriam knew that be and his people had no more business trying to arrest these renegades than they had to vote at a territorial election. In point of fact, like many another officer and man, soldier of Uncle Sam on the broad frontier, he was a ware of the fact •hat even a horse thief had more civil rigthtstban the trooper. His expedition, therefore, in the eye of the law was nothing more nor less than a lawless dash, winding up in a possible free ftgtit. and all against the peace and dignity of the people of New Mexico. Perhaps Buxton knew this, too, but the orders he gave were peremptory, and Merriam never stopped to reply, reason why, or expostulate. But now when the renegades began to shoot the reasoning why had to be done. His men were hot for battle—so was he—but the nation expects of Its officers that, no matter what the temptation, provocation or exasperation, they keep cool heads and tempers, only shoot when the law permits, but then shoot to kill. No claim of self-defense could be allowed. They were tihe pursuing and therefore the attackingparty.and, though these Mexicans were followed red-handed, hot' footed, there could be no question what a civil jury would say if any of their dingy hides were punctured by the balls of a brutal soldiery. "Mr. Parry wires me that he bad ex pected you in Denver three days ago. and that your affairs demand that you should go tihither the moment the road is open—which will be to-morrow. He sCtys he has vainly tried to get an an swer to his letters to you, and that ni reply came to his dispatches. Can I be of any service, Mrs. McLane? This seems most urgent, and, pardon me, 1 believe it my duty to point out to you that your friends are rendered power less by your own neglect to aot." His heart w as bitter against her as he stnxU?out beyond the fence line,and, attercarefully inspect ing the doors of Grafton's stable, he closed and locked the gate. He wished now more than ever to hurry on westward and enter his own little home and surprise Florence. With grateful eyes he had noted the parlor lights and interpreted them as indicating that she must be well over the unreasoning stage of this her first, and, he prayed God, her last, jealous trouble. Be turned towaTd his own gate, intending only to glance at the other stables on the way and give the sentry additional orders; but when he got so far toward the western endof the row as to enable him to distinguish any object, as big as a man be found to his vexation that there was no sentry there at all, and that he must retrace his steps and look for him toward the other end. It was a backward tramp of over 300 yards, and he was irritated enough to feel like scoring the sentry when finally he came upon him. "But who took my note to her then? Who went to her?" persisted Bandy. "It—it would never do to have her f r igh tened—now—doctor." "Merriam is shot and not mortally wounded, dear, and the Biflers refused to be wrecked at Calamas Gorge. Where is Mrs. McLane? Has ahe heard V At one o'clock Florence bad set her lights In the parlor window. At two, witb that booming, gong-like sound reverberating In her ears, that incessant repetition of Buxton's coarse words, she bad sprung from the chair in which •he had been brooding, writhing, shuddering for half an hour, and then, tearing down the shade, close looping the curtains, she hurried to the hall and locked and bolted the door. "Another girl making a fool of herself for a man —another girl!" God! how the words rang—resounded through her brain, buzzed snd whirred like angry wasps In her ears, hissed and rattled, aye, stung like the venomous reptiles she bad learned to shun from early child hood. "Making a fool of herself for a man who would leave her—so soon—for thst painted—yes—that padded thing!" They'd soon learn that an army-bred girl loved. Indeed, witb all her heart and soul, but could hate. bate, hate as weli! Mr. 8totfl«kr'» Alarm Clocks. "Oh, that'll be all right. Bandy. Don't worry about that. I'm sure what she bas heard hasn't hurt her. Mrs.—oh yes. Mrs. Hayne was over at your house When I came away." "I never set my alarm clock nowadays," said Mr. Stoggleby, "without thinking of one I used to get up by onoe and never had to set at all. I was working in a river town, where I had to get up at 4 o'clock In the morning. There was a steamboat running on the river that used to pass our place every morning at 4 o'clock. This steamboat had lost a bucket from one of ber wheels, and when this wheel was turning the next bucket after the one that was missing used to come down on the water with a slap. It woke me up the first morning I was there. You could hear it a long distance off, the steady churn of the wheels broken at regular intervals by the ohug of this bucket. After that first morning I never set my alarm clock. The steamboat was running on a schedule, shs was always on time, and every morning she'd wake me up as she went past pounding down the river. "But one morning a man came up from the mill pounding on my door. 'Stoggy, me boy,'he says,'wake up I It's 5 o'clock.' And so it was, and I wondered why they had taken off the steamboat. That night I set my alarm clock, and at 4 o'clock next morning I was up. And at that hour I heard the steamboat go by just the same, only now she churned past as slick and smooth and soothing as you please. They hadn't taken her off, but they'd put a new buoket in her vheel."—New York San. "Dozing placidly in her room—too much shaken to come downstairs today. H«d her coffee and her luncheon in bed, and I gave Annette positive orders to let her know nothing about— Florence, and she hasn't. But presently, when she dresses for the afternoon and comes down and hears about Ban dy? What then?" "Thank God for that!" murmured poor Bandy, as he took the drink ths doctor gave him. "Heaven bless that dear woman, anyhow. Now get me home as soon can, old fellow." "I did try," she faltered. "I had to see Mr. Merrism." She made a piteou* picture, looking up there into his stern, soldierly face. But the whispered caution to the driver, given as the doctor reappeared and, mounting, rode alongside, was: "Go alow—slow as you can." Then to the hospital attendant who had ridden out with him he muttered: "Now ride •bead. Parka, and see if there's any news. And In the telling of her tidings, was it any wander that the younger matron burst Into tears? "8till sleeping, is she?" asked Grafton, Ignoring for a moment the question as to what might happen when their guest awoke and heard the news. "Yet I think you said she was greatly excited after getting that second dispatch, and had been dreadfully nervous.""But, pardon me again, I cannot see. knowing nothing of the nature of this -litigation, what Mr. Merriam ihas to do with it. Is his testimony necessary? Is that why Mr. Parry has been urging him all day to come up to Cimarron ?" "We moat try to make it seem thnt •he baa ridden off at dawn in hopes of meeting Randy on hia return with the prisoner*," was Mrs. Hajme'a decision, after ahe had recovered from the shock and had heard the whole story; and thia commended itaelf to Grafton as wiae when hia wife came back to him and be bad returned from the never-tobe-negieeted "morning «tables." And thia too wu what they intended at first to aay to Merriam when be should come in, ravenous tor breakfast and astoniahed at not finding hia wife. But high noon came aod brought no Randy. In the words of the acting adjutant, high noon brought only high jinks. "He—he, too—he haa been wiring for —Randy?" she faltered, her eyes big with some new dread. "Did he go? Has he gone?" Tkm on the onrumplad bad Julwkm ake had taiawa imb. "She certainly waa for some hours, and you know she walked and tossed last night after she came upstairs. Then she seemed to fall into a deep alcep, and Annette said she could hardly arouse her for her coffee thia morn Ing." CHAPTEB XIL tnc contemplation of Hop's grotesque misery, and thia new official, Whit taker by name, sternly shouted: "8top your infernal noise, you clapper-jawetf heathen. What the devil's the mat ter?" "He couldn't go, Mrs. McLane. He .vas sent in pursuit of Mexican rufliant last night, and was shot and severely wounded in the fight tils morning took I They're bringing him in now." "You shouldn't be here, sir," he began, after the customary challenge and reply. "Where you are most needed is ailoiig toward theot beT end. where there are private horses in flimsy stables." When Florenoe regained strength enough to move she crept slowly back to ber little parlor, where the beacon lights that were to summon ber husband were still faithfully, fruitlessly burning. She looked in at the diningroom aud its preparation' for cheer and welcome, and turned away with, a shiver of disgust, and then, with a moan of paithetic misery, threw herself Into an armchair and tried to think. What should she do? What could she do? Her love for Bandy was so fond, so glowing, that she bad gifted him with the qualities of a god, leaning upon him in everything, trusting bim in everything, rely-- ing upon his word as though it were s pledge on high; snd yet within these few hours he had, all unasked, given ber his promise not to see or speak with that—woman again except hecame first to her—bis wife—and told ber the need; then had gone secretly, almost directly, to meet his old love in the shadows of the night long after the hour that usuaJly saw the last light extinguished along officers' row. Wild-eyed, with beating heart, she rushed through the little dining-room to the dark kitchen beyond and rapped imperiously at a door. "Bop Ling!" she cried, "up, I need you." No answer. "The brute." she murmured to herself, aa she threw herself heavily upon the door, and It flew open and And for the second time within the week Fanny McLane Cwent senseless 1r D» second, a limp a*d nerveless heap upon the floor. They had to carry her to her room, and Qrafton was the bur den bearer; and then, having- laid her upon her bed, and while tlbe women were bustling about with the usual restoratives, he stopped one moment be fore her profusely littered toilet tabic A little case, half hidden among tht mesa, unerringly caught his eye. H» took it, touched the spring, gave one quick glance at the dainty, delicate In •itruments and phials inside, and re placed it, with the quiet remark: "1 'bought so." "I klow,air," said the soldier, promptly, "bat there's something amiss out there on the road toward town. 1 he«rd a scuffle and cries for help, and then a running down into the creek bottom. The corporal's gene out to see. I'm afraid there's been blood spilt, sir." "Mellium! MelliuTta!" waa all poor Hop could pant. Grafton tugged at his mustache and gave himself over to deep thought a few minutes, Mrs. Grafton anxiously watching his face. "Mr. Merriam isn't here," aaid Wfelt taker, majestically. "Oh—wha he gone?—Miaae Mellium gone! She gone—Minion—elle gone!" Crane, officer of the day, and a dozen other officers had seen Hop Ling's frsntic charge across the parade at reveille, and numbers of men had heard hie announcement of the general hegfra at Merriam'a. Before guard mounting It was known that Mignon's trail led straight away to the upper fords of the Santa Clara—far from the direction in which Randy bad gone. At ten a herdsman came in who said he "reckoned the lady mnst have (topped thia" He saw her riding like the wind the abort cut for Jose's raoch on the old Navajo trail, and he handed over poor Florrle'a little traveling bag, which she had evidently strapped to her saddle, never calculating—perhapa never caring—what the strain might be, never missing It when it waa gone. They sent It to Mrs. Hayne. who oould no longer keep up her brave face but sobbed over it as would a mother over some prized relic of a lost and beloved child. Thee Bux ordered out three of his swiftest trailers and riders and the best light wagon at the post. With the wagon went the post surgeon and Mrs. Hayne, wholeftherbrood toa neighbor's care. They took with them such drugs and restoratives as seemed necessary, and at noon they were across the Santa Clara on the road to the cantonment, expecting to reach Jose's by nightfall and And their runaway darling there, exhausted by her long hours iD saddteand compelled to stay under that friendly shelter, as (sometimes with her father and twice at least with Randy) ahe had stayed on her journeys to and fro. There ahe would have to remain over night until Mignon should be sble to go on again with the rise of the moralng •tar. "Well," said he, starting up, and, a* It were, shaking himself together, "let her have her aleep out. I fancy more news la on the road; I know her lawyei la" plunged her in. The Chinaman's little •mux:turn was deserted. She kept no maid. One schooled Chinaman easily and efficiently did all the housework of a lieutenant's humble quarters and was generally employed in that capacity in almost every garrison of the far west She Hew to the rear door and locked that, then up to the second story where were the pretty guestrooms as well us their own—hers and Randy's, with all their cloaeta and nooks and corners She took one rapid survey through them, and then on« fierce, wild look at bereelf in the mirror of her dainty dressing table. Are you Floy Tremalne? Are you the little girl who was reared in the Riflers? Are you to make a lifelong fool for any man? And as she spoke she began to open the dress she had been wearing for Randy's benefit. The fold* of the 6tyliRh skirt, one of Mrs. riayne's planning when in Chicago, were tossed In reckless disorder upon the snowy coverlet of the bed. and her precious locket—Randy's locket— was as suddenly unclasped from the round, white throat, and in the tumult in her soul she beard no sound of the sudden atir and sortie at the guardhouse. She never knew that there was no sentry' faithful to his watch aloDg the rear of officers' row, to take up and pass on the stirring, reassuring cry that no army girl can hear without rejoicinp or miss without alarm—"Two o'clock and all's well.** "Whew!" said Whittaker. "Sergeant, lake charge of the guard. I've got to go up to Capt. Grafton's and report thia Come on with me, you heathen," and. forgetful of the officer of the day, and only too ready to visit Grafton's and bosk under that window, the lieutenant hastened away. Hop obediently and hopefully following. Mattera weren't so bad |Derhaps, then, after all, thought he. Odd though the freak might be. his master and mistress might possibly have trotted away together for a very early morning ride and wonld soon be back demanding breakfast. Ia the Big Hurrioane railroad wreck of March 17, 1888, near Blackshear, Ga., Mr. and Mrs. George Qould were both slightly injured. They were cared for attho Brown House, a hostelry kept by Dr. and Mrs. Allen Brown. During the stay of the Goulds a little ohild, Lilly Converse, 6 years of age, acoompanied Mrs. Brown on her visits to Mrs. Gould's room. The waving, flaxen hair and fair complexion of the child and her pretty manners and lovely disposition were noticed by Mrs. Gould, who professed to have fallen in love with her. Romantic Tale of a Georgia Girl. And even as they stood and listened, the still night air was split by the loud report of a carbine, echoed back from the opposite wall of the shallow, narrow canyon. It was followed almost iastantly by a cry for aid. "Why! Mr. Parry?—her brother-in lawr "The very same, Harriet, and his train Is sidetracked by strikers mile? above Cimarron. There are three di* patches from him for Randy now." "Come right along," shouted Merriam to the sentry, and he sprang away in the direction of the alarm. "Nevermind your post!" Mrs. Grafton waa silent a moment, a* she stood by his side looking up into hitthoughtful fsce, as though seeking there the solution of the questions that puzzled her. Then, dusting away writb her finger tips some flakes of cigar ashes that clung to the breast of the captain'a undress coat, she ventured: A run* of nearly 400 yards, crossing diagonally the Jirnction road as they ran, brought the lieutenant to the edgCe of the chasm, at a point where one could see some distance down the stream, the sentry panting several rods befhind. The moonlight was faint, but still sufficient to enable him to make out the form of a man apparently crawling on hands acid knees up the bank, while another lay motionless close tr the water's edge. Over this latter Corporal Mahoney was bending. Imploring in grief-stricken tones. Randy went bounding down the abrupt slope, wirefooted as a goat. To be Continued DARQAI RIDGE. The child's mother had been deserted by her husband and was penniless and helpless, and the Goulds made her all sorts of offers for Lilly, but the mother refused to part with her. After Mrs. Gould left Blackshear she corresponded with Mrs. Converse and made repeated efforts to have Lilly come to her. Finally Mrs. Converse died in Savannah, and for awhile the child was lost sight of, but it now appears that she is attending a boarding school in New York, and it is surmised that Mr. and Mrs. Gould are educating her. She is about IS years of age and is said to be a very beautiful girl.—Philadelphia Press. Whatever else may be said about the British, they certainly fight with dogged bravery. Accounts from India give deeds of heroism equaling those of history and song.—Baltimore American. But Grafton waa out in an inatant, and together did the three baaten to the pretty nest which Randy bad ao proudly furnished for his bride. Hop ushered them to the dark, empty parlor, then to the empty rooms above. Zip—bang!—a second shot. Bing- wrrrrr— bang! another, and Corporal Butts ducked his bead and swore and Trooper Mullen's charger squealed and lunged and kicked viciously with the seam of a bullet scathing his flank and plowing the Qiaunch. They were closing on the ruffians fast, then, and the temptation was oveapowering. "I can't ride my men in to be shot down like dogs," growled Randy. "In for a penny In for a pound. They started it, anyway," he said to himself, then turned in saddle and waved high bis forage cap "Close upl Close up, men!" b* cried, meaning to draw rein, slacken speed o bit, and get all hia party together before closing for action. The Mexicans were plainly winded. Their balf-starved brutes had carried them onder bloody spurring as far as tibey could and were now barely staggering along. What their riders dreaded was summary If her old friend from baby day*, the colonel, had come to her and said that Randy was false; if her idol, her beloved father, bad added his confirmation of the colonel's views, she would have laughed them down so long as "There are two things I can't under atand. If he's her lawyer why be should be wiring to Randy and not to her, and why it is the strikers don't cut thC- wires if they want to cut off all bust ness." The charge of Colonel Mathiaa and his gallant men up the heights of the rebels' stronghold, sweeping the forces of the tribesmen before them, will rank among the bravest deeds of military history.—Detroit Free Pre^s. There on the unrumpled bed, just where she had thrown them, were the garments Flo had hastily discarded. There on the dressing table were toilet articles in wild disarray. "She's heard in some way of hia ordera to chase those d—d greasers," said Whittaker, anllenly. He, who hated the name of Fanny liny ward ayear gone by for having jilted his fondest friend, now wellnigh hated him because the woman sought him again, and Whittaker knew it. Handy—ber hero Kandy—swore that he was true. Many a woman will stand by hex lover against a world in evidence, yet turn to atone against him when ahe sees one apparent sign of interest in another. Poor girl! He was ber flraU her only love. He was hers.and only hers, and should be only hers, for wb«o that other—creature had scorned and denied him, had he not been brought sore stricken to her doors? Bad she not woo him back to life through the wealth and glory of her own unsuspected love? From the day of their wedding until this woman came never had she known a wish that was not hia Dmy and night she dreamed, planned, and thought for bim, sought only to make herself worthier his love, dearer to his eyes—sweeter to his caress. Who was there to compare with bim in manliness, In courtesy, in knightly bearing? What officer was the peer of Raody— what officer even in the dear old Riflera with whom had been ber home froms baby days? They chided her, some of tbe girls. In what tbey called her defection. "You used to say there could be no regiment like tbe Riflers. Floy. You used to vow yon'd never marry out of the old regiment." "Aye, but that was before Randy came," was ber simple answer, and then they told, her Randy was her world, and proudly sbe answered: "I believe he is." Tbey warned her—aome of the older and wiser matrons—and Ood knows tbey had much on which to base their views —it was never safe to love any man too much, even Randy; to which she answered with sunshine in ber eyes: "How could one love Rsndy too much?" Mind you, sbe never volunteered these overflowings of her heart, but these women bad been ber friends from her earliest days. Sbe was wtlll shy, even with him. but such well-meant warnings always seemed to put ber on tbe defensive, as it were, and, poor child, sbe berieved it her duty to her husband that she should never allow bim to go undefended. even though the attack were intangible as a woman's sneer. And they looked so well together, and he was so proud of her, so devoted to ber. "so conscious of her," as some one said. Nowhere in that garrison was theTe mar. or woman who was able to say that Raody bad not borne himseLf as an almost ideal lover and husband ever since that sun-kissed wedding day. Many could even feel a sense of what is called "agreeable disappointment." which alwajre strikea me as a phraseological Hia broad, brown hand patted caressingly the taper, white fingers toying about the little toggle of his watch chain, as he looked down into her anx ious, upturned face. The Gordon highlanders declare that they did all the fighting worth mentioning at Dargal ridge, and the surviving members are losing no opportunity to "hoot, mon," as hard as they can hoot about it—Cleveland Leader. "What's the matter, corporal? What is it?" "His letters to Fan have been unan swered, and he probably expects her tc pay as little attention to hia dispatches As for the wires, they are more neces isary to the strikers in their combine tions than to anybody else, otherwist t hey'd have cut them long a go—ah, her« comes our messenger now." The Doc Toted. "Brady, sir—stabbed to death, I'm 'fraid. There was three of 'em on him. and more at poor Corcoran yonder— Mexicans all of 'em. and they lit out straight for that monte rihack across the mesa. Their horses are there, I reckon. Look up, Brady, man, for God's sake!; Here's the lieutenant come to help." The Rev. Dr. J. C. Wingo was recently re-elected pastor of the Baptist church ufc Oarrollton by the most unanimous vote ever cast by its members. We may all abhor war, and yet not the most Impassive can refrain from bestowing a guerdon of praise on the men who shared in an episode fit to rank with the bravest of the old days of heroes. It was magnificent, even If It was war.—Philadelphia Inquirer. It was at the annual churoh meeting, over which Dr. Fitts was presiding. One of the members has a pet pug dog that has been taught a number of tricks, one being to rise to his hind legs and walk at the oommand "stand." "We can soon tell," said Grafton briefly, "by following her trail." The dawn was breaking over the far Jornada and turning the distant (luad aioupe into gold when tbe Riflers roiled away—officers and men, "barring the band and company 'Ike' ["by war department orders a few years ago companies "I" and "K" of each regiment of infantry were "skeletonized" by transfer of their men to other companies, leavivg tfhose two merely paper commands. Just as "Co. Q" has been for years the derisive title of the guardhouse prisoners, so does "Co. Ike" begin to appear as a nanne for tbe bereaved and friendless commands referred to] at Sedgwick." as the cavalry trumpeter remarked to the gunner when tbey were going out to stir the echoes with their reveille: only these at Sedgwick, and one stalwart oldwptain with his devoted half-hundred, Tremaine. still doing duty at the canton meut—foud. lonely old father, wthose heart was wrapped up in that one child, yet could not deny her to the man she loved so welL Sedgwick was beginning to yawn and stir. The night owls In the canyons were hooting back to their nesta, dismayed by the howling* of the human oight owls tacking home to duty, already half regretful of the Whisky wasted, while before them was that remorseless wrath to come. The cooks were astir in tbe barracks, and filmy smoke-veils were sailing straight aloft from the chimneys of half a dozen company kitchens. Already, too, the household servants along the row of cavalry officers' quarters, that which backed to the south, were lighting their little morning blazea. for Sedgwick lay beyond range and antlhracite. In the good old days of 20 years before, the cocktail, not coffee, was the necessary prelude to reveille and morning stables Mow, with the wkdom that comes long after war, only case-hardened, bandylegged old dragoons ever dreamed of a drink at that hour of leap from sleep to life; the Inner cavalryman craves the Juice ol Mocha and mocks at rye. From Down to the little stable they •went; but first Grafton stepped back into Randy's bath and dressing-room. Yes. just as he thought, there was a note stuck in Randy's mirror, but no womanly little scrawl, no young wife's cooing confidence to her devoted mate. It was in stout envelope, and the superscription, in a hand that spread Itself over the entire face, was formal, indeed menacing: And sure enough the orderly trum peter came trotting up the steps, thi usual brown envelope In his hand. Tbe story of tbe fight at Dargai ridge occupies whole broadsides of the London newspaper*, and It appears to be well worth the space. Times have changed since the story of the battle of Waterloo was told In lees than half a column of tbe London Times.—Boston Herald. Dr. Wlngo had retired in order that the ohuroh might vot» on the question of his re-election. On* brother bad moved the re-election of Dr. Wiugo. Another had aeoonded the motion, and several speeches bad been made, while the pug dog, blinking solemnly, sat in the front part of the church. The question was called for, ttnd Dr. Fltts put it. "All who are in favor of tbe re-election of Brother Wingo will please rise and stand." Merriam knelt, threw open the bine blouse and placed his hand over tbe heart, waited a moment and shook his head. His hand was dripping with blood as he drew it out. "All overwitfc poor Brady, I fear," said be. "Run quick. No. 2 followed me out. Tell him to hurry for tbe surgeon and send the litter from the hospital. Who fired?" Mrs. Grafton eagerly watched hei husband as he read. "I thought so.' said he, looking quietly up. "Read that." and banded her the dispatch. Otrryliit bar rtdar iHlptaMlr with In. Meantime the wires from Cimarron Junction bad been hot with news, and MoGrath, the operator, lived the day of hie life, for hours the most important man at the post. The rioters had got wind of the coming of troope and had sought to block the way by wrecking a freight caboose In Calauias Gorge the Rifiers swarmed out and had things in shape within the hour, and went whistling on again. Everyone knew trouble would end the moment they got to the scene of the strike, but what might not happen meantime? "To Capt. Grafton, Fort Sedgwick Tnanks for your courtesy. Shocked to hear of Merrlam's mishap. Mrs. McLant should have met me In Denver three dayr ago. Must be ready moment road opens. FLOWER AND TREE. Tbe trees of Alaska are mostly evergreen, the spruce family predominating. LIEUT. MERRIAM, Three hours later, just as the ladle* and children began to appear in thei) fresh afternoon toilets and their baby carriages and nurses were in force along the gravel walk, and the band was assembling for its daily concert on the "EDWARD PARRY." A huge cypress tree In Tule, In tbe state of Oaxaoa, Mexico, Is 154 feet In circumference.Everybody rose, and thon the pug dog got up very solemnly on his hind legs and walked around in front of the pulpit. "I did, sir. I hoped to bring down one of the gang, but they were too far off." answered the corporal, as he was pulltng himself up tbe bank. Private and personal. _ —th Cavalry. The captain's face grew quickly grave as he came forth and closed the door behind him. Everybody laughed, and then I)r. Wlngo) waa Informed that be had been re elected] by the unanimous vote of the members and* tbe dog.—Atlanta Journal.  Every flower that has a perfume at all secretes a volatile oil, the evaporation of which constitutes the peculiar odor characteristic of tbe blossom. Turning away from tbe stricken soldier and dabbling for a moment his hand in the stream. Randy called toCorcoran, Mhe other victim, who was groaning and cursing alternately, and wh« "Which way did Merrlam head?" aeked he of Whittaker a moment later, us the three regatbered beck of the line. parade, a vision of womanly loveJiness. albeit garbed in somber black, came smilingly down the stairs at 'Grafton'* and rustling out to shower gracious welcome on the little group of ladle* and officers on the front piazza. Some of the men were seated—Whittaker and Mint urn notably being nearest the dooi —others sunning themselves out  the fence, while the ladies occupied their camp-chairs or the steps as best pleased their fancy. Grafton's was al ways a popular rendezvous on the cavalry side, and to-day the assembly wa» more numerous thun usual, and anybody but Fanny McLane could uot have failed to note how deep was the shadow that overspread every face, hew somber and mirthless the tenor of the talk. Intent only on charming, she came trip pingly forth, bestowing a white hand on the red-striped Mint urn, who wa* prompt to seize it, and smiles and nod* and chirrups upon everybody. The men who bad risen and doffed their caps did not retake their seats, for a trumpeter was sounding a stable call, and Whittaker murmured with telling effect: "You neveDr come now until you know we have to go;" and there was a slow and somewhat reluctant start, the rival tubs banging on to the last. Grafton, usually the promptest of troop leaders, The Lombard? poplar tree, It is said, forms» splendid natural llghtnin? due tor, Its great height and lack of t lng branches enabling It to oont lightning stroke Htralght downward house by which one of these trees been reared as yet has been known to fer from the severest storm. con- cr,r proad- LL ICt a ■Br of tbe Globe for TE 9 [RHEUMATISM! ■ NETOAtaiA and similar Complaints, 8 and prepared under the stringent J| Q. |L GERMAN MEDICAL LAWS. A prMoribed by emine't physioians^^^B '"•* HS) OR. RICHTER'S (W& €i wV4| "" fPAIN EXPELLERJ ■ World renowned I Remarkably soccerefi.l! ■ Wonly ggnnlne wlt'i Trade .V.ark " Anchor,"■ Dung Bf. id. BkhterAv a., 215 1'earlSt., New York. ■ - 1 31 HIGHEST AWARDS. ills Li 13 Btaaoh Houses. Own Glassworks, ■ Kodoned A recommended by JK O.C. Glick, SON. Ma'n St.: J H- Houck, 4 N. Main St.: Farrer Cfe Luz Ave., weak VC&^^K[rr " jdfl RictrrtR's  I •*ANCHOR" STOMACHAL bCwt fori f out. Ijjolte|Ppqggl«AStoma k Cotnrlairtn. | Something bad happened. On one of the passenger trains blockaded beyond Cimsrron was a Chicago lawyer of moat active mind and being, a Chicagoan of no little experience with scenes of the kind, and this gentleman had fired message after message to Lieut. Randolph Merrlam, at Sedgwick, and finally demanded reason for that officer's silence.presently burst into maudlin tears, demanding to be given a chance to stand wp against tbe d—d greasers again, that he might annihilate the entire party. It was evident that a subtler enemy had downed him even before tbe Mexican took bold. He was only slightly injured physically, but his money was gone. All Randy could extract frptn him was that there had been a g*me and the wouldn't pay up because greasers were cheating, and they phased him and Brady, and overtook '*a»em and used their knives. "Straight off to the southwest," said Whittaker, "and here go her tracks—by Jove I Straight away for the end of the row—and—from there?—" The two officers looked In each other's eyes a moment, then strode hurriedly to the west end of the line. Before them there—broad and far spreading, brave in the slanting sunshine, the rolling reach of the mesa toward the Santa Clara. Beyond that valley the slow rising stretch of desert toward the old. old mission miles and miles away. Beyond all, the far foothills and glistening range of the Mescalero. NURSING AND RHYMIN ■tringing up to tne railway telegraph poles if captured. Better die fighting, ►aid the leader, and fight it waa. ▲ New Jersey training school for ni baa refused a diploma to a young wC who writes poetry. This Is rather They were close to the en-trance of a little ravine that aet In among the barren slopes from the open ground to the eaat. All the way from the Santa Clara the ascent bad been gradual but distinctly marked, and just as tbe foremost rider spurred around tbe shoulder of the hillside bis panting broncho ■tumbled, went down, rolled helplessly over and lay there dead to kicks, curses or blows. Three of the gang lashed onward, leaving their countryman to hia fate, but two of them, better nerved, reined up, alighted, and, throwing themselves flat upon the ground, opened again a rapid and teMing fire from their Winchesters. "Mlrai el Teniente," was the word, linked with a savage Spanish curae that hissed from tbe blacl: lips of the nearest, and in an instant Merriam became the target for the sharp fire of itfff f**ir*M their "WTieitH I do with this here, air?" said McGrath, coming finally into the adjutant's office. "There's three messages here for Mr, Merrlam. urgent ones, too, snd finally the sender asks why be don't reiply." on the young woman, but just think unpleasant she would make things lu-ntlld.—Washington Post. Over In New Jersey a training for nursea refused a diploma to a yC. woman graduate because she wrote poet It U supposed that the doctors feared would rhyme squills and pills with and kill*.—Philadelphia Pross. "Say that Mr. Merrlam is still away after Mexican murderers and we expec* him any minute. Ask if any other officer vrlll do? Hellol What's that, orderly?" he broke off, at the sound of hoof beats and excited voices without. Buxton waa Still up and full of his yroject of sending the patrol of absentees and the band just as soon as the Jiiflers' train should have started. He jfceard the call for the surgeon, and promptly turned out in person. The •sleepy horses of the patrol were stand-1 ng meekly and wonderingly at the (guardhouse when the distant shot was iflred, and, borrowing one, the sergeant (galloped out. When Gux appeared he borrowed another, and one for the surgeon. Then, after hearing Merriam'a * • " * He ordered him to mount "i the entire patrol sad Hut not toward these did Mlgnon's dainty foot-tracks lead. Straight as the crow Hies they clipped the sandy barren when once well out beyond the line and hearing of the westward sentry Straiglht, swift and sure, like homing pigeon, Floy bad evidently shaken loose her rein and bade her pet and precious bear her, swerving never, far st least as strength would last, to where there was ever waiting her the changeless love and pity and protection of the sheltering arms at the old cantonment, now her only hope of hoat( SIMPLE SALVE. A trooper entered, dust covered and weary, to make his brief report, Capt Grafton darting in just in time for the news. Nervous people and those with hwrta must abstain from coffee. For binding up cuts and wounds al uae linen, not cotton, as the fibers c ton are flat and apt to Irritate a sore place, while those of linen tire perfectly rounded. "Lieut. Merrlam's wounded, sir, an" his horse killed, and can the doctor go back with me?" MINERS' SAVINGS BANK, OK PlTTfTOS. Interest paid oil Deposits twice a year. General banking business done. A. A BRYDEN, President C. M Hilhum, Cashier. Brisk walking, with deep Inspirations, with the mouth closed, helps to sweep out Um products of waste, and also, by expanding the chest, Is an antidote to poasl«l* nr«mnn«l» - ,lMy GodI" thought Grafton ere he spoke sloud. "Is there to be no end to the calamities at this dav?" p - n