Pittston Gazette

              Established 1850. ( VOLXiVIIISo. 3D. \ Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. PITTSTON, LUZERNE COUNTY, PA., FRIDAY, APRIL 22, 1898. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. j *1 OO « VC »r in At T DnC •• fatal blow, and had the garrison bad its say all Fort Russell would have joined in tbe search and pursuit, and a short shrift and sudden cord would have been the lot of both. I AN ARMY vurt:.- "HOBir m fnn at the expense of the soldiers, but when its bolder spirits appeared in sadrllo they forft ited the full measure of the sympathy of a fickle populace, and Maynard's deft and skillful and marvelously quick settlement of the question won their admiration. All the same, there was a prompt rush to aid and lift the prostrate mau, a task none too easy, for ho proved to be tall, very powerfully built and utterly a dead weight on the hands of those who bore him. The blood was streaming from a Jagged gash on the right side of the forehead, and it was evident at a glance that the contusion and shock had been severe. The rollicking mood of the crowd had suddenly changed, and as one man they flocked densely about tho central figure, Maynard, who, turning his horse over to the care of one of the troopers and direoting the sergeant to lead the patrol a little distance away, was now busy in the effort to revive his late tormentor. about barroom doors. The corporal with two men was sent through a back alley to the rear yard and doorway of Hannifin's place. Maynard and his party suddenly appeared at the invitingly open front, and with the tacit consent of the proprietor began their search of the premises, up stairs and down. young person, wbo was so painfully diffident and austere that few of their uumber had grown to know her at all. Some believed her to be a sort of ward of Mrs. Barry's, though that was denied. The subject had had little interest before; now it became imbued with a something stronger than fascination. Grace Maynarii felt that she could not too soon learn all that was to be learned of this dangt reus girl, and even as she stood and planned aud pondered, out over the open prairie, picking her way among the little pools and rapidly dwindling drifts, stooping in places as though to pluck the tiny white flowerets that dotted the surface with the first soft sunshine and southerly breeze, there strolled Nathalie Baird. She had jnst emerged from behind the brown hulk of the old hospital. She was well nigh 400 yards away, but Grace Maynard knew her at a glance and watched her— watched and studied and Vnarked her every move until she was a mere speck far out toward tbe foothills, and then, when at last the watcher would have turned away, that Bpeck suddenly became two. "Queer we don't hear a word fro. Barry," said one of the younger officers, flushing a bit as he caught the adjutant's baleful eye glowering at him for the omission of Barry's title at the hands of one so many years his junior. "We dropped in there," he plunged ahead, in nervous effort to cover the solecism, "hoping to get some news, but Mrs. Barry hadn't bad a line for two days." those days to whom all the youngsters confided their troubles, hopes oriears. Sshe vas the repository of the cherished secrets of half the garrison—of men and women both. She was the object of the sublime envy of other officers' wives, because of the implicit trust placed in her silence and discretion and the unbounded respect felt for her opinion. She had been arbitrator in many a family difference in the old days, but of late years had declined to serve—the climate of Arizona, where the —th had spent four years before returning to the plains, having proved far too arid and peppery, and therefore so temper trying that even her mediation had been occasionally rejected. But envy her as tfiey might and deplore the partiality and bad judgment of the young officers as they might, the other matrons of the regiment could not help loving and admiring Mrs. Stannard, and all this Miss Baird had beard in one form or another time and again. THE SUNDAY SCHOOL. \ CU.£ LESSON IV, SECOND QUARTER, INTERNATIONAL SERIES, APRIL 24. And so it happened that Nathalie Baird found herself sorely missing the sight of that dashing rider and tbe sound of his cheery, ringing voice as she took ber afternoon exercise on the prairie and could not help thinking a great deal about him and feeling very, very full of interest and pity and not a little desire to be of some use to him in his critical state. She could not help wishing it was the proper, the obvious, thing for young girls like herself to become the nurses and caretakers of warriors wounded in tbe line of duty. They did such things in romance and fiction, but Nathalie had never read "Ivanhoe" and the host of stories that blessed their bero with such sweet companionship and care. She found herself wondering very much what Mr. Maynard's sister would be like and wishing she knew her and could go to see her, and ruminating over all these things Nathalie's step was slower, her eyes downcast and her round, soft cheek lost tbe lively flush that buoyant health and exercise bad given it. Tbere were still some young fellows left in the garrison, though both Dana .and Hunter bad gone with the field column, the latter in Maynard's place in Wayne's troop, but something told them the tall girl at tbe Barrys' would rather be alone just now, and noting ber pallor and tbe wistful, anxious look with which the blue eyes regarded everybody who had jnst come out from town garrison gossips began to talk, especially Mrs. Turner. From under beds and out of closets they dragged three of the absentees; then they invaded the cellar. Almost immediately there was a rush from a dark corner, a crash of boxes and barrels npon the refunding floor. Tho sergeant's laniWn was shivered to bits, l'here followed a sound of blows, curses and struggles. Two dim figures bounded away up the steps, and Maynard, striving to follow, stumbled over a prostrate form, aud then, suddenly conscious of a sharp pang in the side, found his searching hand deluged with his own blood and everything growing dim aud dark about him. Text of the Lmwd, Math, xvlii, 'i 1 -3.1. Memory Verses, 81, 38 — Golden Text. Luke vl, 37 — Commentary by the Rev. A/TA/D," O" "Did you see her, Mr. Graham," queried Mrs. Stannard, "or did Miss Baird receive you?" D. M. Stearns. 21. "Then oame Peter to Him and said: Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? Till seven times:'" It is so difficult, much as we may read and talk about it, to believe and live out the belief that it is no longer I that live, but Christ who liveth in me (Gal. ii, 20). Peter's difficulty here Is "me" and "I," forgetting the lesson of chapter xvi, 24, about denying self and following Christ. A better way of putting His question would be, Lord, how often would you forgive one who would sin against you? It should never be a question of what I would or would not do, but always what would Jesus do? Lord, what wilt Thou have me to do? As H is redeemed ones, we are here to manifest His life in these mortal bodies (II Cor. iv, II) and make Him known. [Copyright, 1HS8, by D. M. Stearns ] " We saw her. She was lying on ber couch before tbe parlor fire. Mra Ray was with her. We didn't see Miss Baird." Aud then young Graham became suddenly aware that the other three women had not only discontinued chat, but were listening to bim and not to tbe other men. It embarrassed him still the more. "She wasn't feeling very well," Mrs. Barry said. "Shecame home from her walk rather later than usual and had to go to her room." Cqpyrj$JD "tut. majesty of the federal government. Had the offender or offenders been guilty of any crime against the person or property of a fellow citizen of Cheyenne they (the crowd) would have smashed in those fragile glazed doors and nabbed the culprits instanter, but as it was simply Uncle Sam who was wronged and defied only their risibilities were appealed to. It was fnn to contemplate the impotence of the armed force sent by the government to reclaim its own, provided it oould be done without recourse to invasion of private property. Maloney's master's gambling hell was iiis castle, open to any citizen,Then i'i- chose, but forbidden to the law ibiding at other times and to Uncle Sam A"heu he bad no search warrant. Then the crowd began to cheer Mrs. tfaloney and call for a speech, and aore of the populace arrived. The absurdity of the situation was patent to Nlaynard from the start, but the sergeant was fiery and wrathful. His little squad •vas being elbowed and crowded and ancom passed roundabout, not in angry threat or abuse, but in jovial fashion. Mrs. Maloney. nothing loath, had begnn her harangue, and her voice had the carrying power of a rifle. Maynard saw ihe hopelessness of the situation and stepped to the sergeant's side. "Get four men together at once," he said. " We must pull out of this." The sergeant looked astonished, hesitated a moment, then said, "All right, sir, if you say so," and bustled round to the back door after the corporal. In silence the patrol then bored a way through the laughing, jeering, chaffing throng and started up the street. "Whereto, lir?" said the sergeant sulkily. He bated to retire and had had no such /■ r*r77ysxDn Aire/yi CHAPTER UI. Maynard's head was still sore ■when he turned oat (or reveille roll call the next morning. He bad made ineffectual ■earch for his conqueror, had questioned the sentry at the east front and the hackman who brought the town guests out to the hop, bnt no such person as he described had been seen by any of them. He went to bis quarters and bathed his ■cbing bead, and then be bad to return to the hoproom. Mrs. Turner rallied bim upon bia pallor and his utter lack of devotion, and finding him still in ■omber mood bad changed her tactics and adopted tbe anxiofts and sympathetic role. Surely something must have gone amiss with him, she said. But Maynard would admit nothing. He was dazed by tbe strange adventure. He oould not—be would not speak of it to a soul. i Before he had finished bandaging patient number one Dr. Torry was hurriedly summoned to Hannitiu's by the report that Lieutenant Maynard had been stabbed to death. "Does anybody know where he lives —who he is?" he inquired as he knelt and began bathing away the blood with a sponge handed him by some sympathetic soul. "1 hope Miss Baird is not going to be ill," said Mrs. Stannard anxiously. "She has been looking a little pale of late." Aud Mrs. Stannard did not see how intently Miss Maynard was eying ber as she spoka Was it fancy, then? thought Mrs. Stannard, as she sat by the invalid's bedside. Was she mistaken in thinking that every little while, as Nathalie flitted about the room, she caught the girl's eyes seeking herewith such a look of distress and appeal in their blue depths that it filled her with longing to take the motherleea child to her heart and bid her pour out the torrent of her sorrows and And at least sympathy and comfort if not immediate relief? j There was a telegraph line from Cheyenne to the adjutant's office at Fort Russell in those days. Orderly call bad just sounded anjl tbe adjutant was still at work when iH came the soldier operator with white, scared faoe. "Lieutenant," said be, "the town office •ays Loot'nant Maynard's stabbed through tbt boart trying to arrest deserters. " Mrs. Stannard, busy about her household duties, a moment later heard Miss Maynard hurrying down stairs and was surprised to see ber running up again with tbe major's fieldglasses in ber hand. 23. "Jesus saith unto him, I say not unto thee. Until seven times, but until seventy times seven." His thoughts and are as far above ours as heaven is above the earth. He gives us eternal redemption, blotting out all our sins, and assuring us of eternal glory, then teaches us that we are to overcome self and sin and the devil, submitting meekly to many an unjust demand of the world for His sake lest we prove a stumbling block. "He's only been here a few days, lieutenant," answered one of the throng, a stalwart fellow in a buffalo overcoat ind wolfskin cap. "He's been playing at the Empire, where you were a few minutes ago, since Monday. First off be quit winner two or three times and treated liberal, but luck turned on him. I reckon he's about cleaned out. Didn't show up at the table last night at all." "Oh, I didn't understand that anything serious was tbe matter; only she didn't come down to tea and Mrs. Ray was taking her place temporarily." "Is anything wanted? Can I help yon in any way?" she called. But tbere was no answer. There was a moment's silence. Every one present except Miss Maynard was aware of ber brother's manifest devotion to Nathalie Baird for two weeks previous to his serious adventure in town, and each and every one was wondering bow much tbe young girl's indisposition might be due to anxiety on bis account. Mrs. Turner was the first to speak. CHAPTER V. And yet Nathalie fled when Mrs. Stannard's swimming eyes betrayed the depths of her interest as she rose to go. The rul/mel and Major Barry had been having a consultation about the probable movement of the battalion to tbe field and were just coming forth into the hall. Both heard the abrupt announcement. Both started—the colonel into tbe adjutant's room, the major for bis home. That evening Mrs. Turner, with ber chum, Mrs. Raymond, "hunting in couples" as of old, came to call again at the Stannards1, prepared to be civil to Mr. Maynard's sister. With Maynard confined to bis bed and most of the other young men off with Barry on a winter campaign, time was hanging heavily on Mrs. Turner's hands, and one thing she could not do was sit at home alone, even, as she said, "wben the captain was there. " The Stannards' little parlor was bright and cheerful, but the master of the house was over at the colonel's just then, talking of the probabilities of Barry's needing help, and growling not a little that be was held in leash wben he longed to be on tbe warpath. Whether tbe Cbeyennes bad heard of tbo preparations to bead tbem off and were heeding tbem no officer could say. At all events the threatened outbreak had not come to pass, but tbe troops from Leavenworth and Riley were rapidly closing on tbe reservation, while, farther to the north, squadrons from McPhcrson and Russell bad been sent to tbe field. Maynard looked up into tbe speaker's face. "Would you mind calling a doctor?" he said. "I'll pay bis bill. Of course I'm sorry the man is so badly hurt, but"— "We shall both be widowed for the time being," she said, as she bent over Mrs. Barry's pillow, "and I hope yon will let me oome in every day and read to yon. I fear Miss fiaird isn't qnite as strong aa we oould wish. She looks very fragile tonight" 23-37. "Therefore is the kingdom of heaven likened unto a cert-Uri king, which would take account of his servants." In these verses we have an illustration from our Lord's own lips of His forgiveness, which He freely bestows upon every penitent sinner. The parables of the kingdom sometimes have reference to the mystery of this present age when the kingdom itself, which was at hand, is postponed till He shall come again because of His peo-' pie's rejection of Him. Sometimes they refer to the end of this age and the events connected therewith. There is one thing that all should lay to heart, and that is that there is a day of reckoning for every one, for every one of us shall give account of himself to God, for God shall bring every work into judgment with every secret thing, whether it be good or whether it be evil (Rom. xiv, 18; Eccl. xii, 14). The judge is appointed, even Him whom God raised from the dead (Acts xvii, 31), the same who speaks to us in this parable. I cannot say that the verses we are considering refer to any period of the time of future judgment, but rather to present forgiveness, for God may be said to be always in some sense reckoning with people. It seem& to me that the main point of this part of the parable is the full and free forgiveness which He bestows upon every penitent. The debtor was greatly in debt, owing 10,000 talents, which, according to the estimate in the margin, would be over $9,000,000, and he could not pay, as we say, a cent on the dollar, for he had nothing, yet he was presumptuous enough to ask for patience, promising to pay all. His lord, moved with compassion, forgave him the whole debt Our indebtedness to God for life and care and mercies since we had any being is beyond computation. If we should count but one mercy a minute for only 20 years, they would be over 10,- 000,000, but who can estimate the mercies of a moment? What would not be tbe excitement in garrison were be to announce that a itranger, a civilian, was under Miss Baird's window at 10 o'clock, calling her by ber Christian name and tossing pebbles at ber window to attract her attention I He was glad of tbe detail which took him with his little patrol to town tbe following morning. Tbe auty on wnicb be was sent was one no officer relished and it should not have been thrust upon him, tbe junior of the regiment, nor would it have been bad tbe colonel known whom the adjutant bad detailed. The duty involved visiting groggeries, gambling bells and brothels in search of the missing men and being abutted and insulted by slatternly woman and barroom loafers living like parasites for the time being on tbe bonnty Df the half stupefied soldiers. Yet Mavnard wanted to get away from his engagement with Mrs. Turner. He wanted to think quietly as be rode townward at tbe head of his little detachment, with tbe yellow ambulance bringing up the rear, bow or whether he oould tell Miss Baird he was a witness, through his sense of bearing, at least, to what took plaoe the night before, but be had by no means made up bis mind when they entered tbe outskirts of Cheyenne and riding briskly to a big (table yard near the center of tbe town left their horses there with one man in sharge, and then, armed with their revolvers, started on tbeir search. No good oould oome of asking questions. The populaoe of those days was always in league with tbe deserter or absentee without leave so long as he had money. Then not infrequently would they turn tbe poor fellow over to the marshal or iheriff and get half the reward then offered for tbe apprehension of soldier renegades. To load them drunk into a sack, turn them over at the guardhouse and claim the entire reward of $30 per man would have been bad generalship. The hand of every soldier would have been against the traitor from tbat time xl They would have killed the goose that laid tbe golden egg. Then Maynard's sister reached Cheyenne, was met at the train by Major :.nd Mrs. Stannard and the adjntantand escorted at once to her brother's bedside at tbe hotel, where a communicating room had been made ready for ber. She proved to Le older tban the sufferer by several years, and a woman whom grief, anxiety aud care had told upon before tier thhtietb year. She was a trifle cold and undemonstrative, too, thought tbe trio who met and welcomed her, but every allowance was made. "Oh, yon'ro all right, lieutenant! Nobody's going to blame you in tbe matter.. We were all ripe for a little (nn, but bad no idea these fellows would be such d——d fools as to try to steal your horses." And here the fur olad giant cast a disdainful glance at one or two of tbe would be cavaliers, the only ones of that luckless party to remain and bang shamefacedly about their late leader. "You fellows were eager enough to follow this man," said be, triumphing over tbe comments and questions hazarded by others in the orowd. "Don't you know his name?" "How very queer that she should be ill, don't you think so?" she queried, true to her practice of committing her hearer to some expression indicative of support of—Mrs. Turner's views and opinions. "For God's sake keep it quiet as you can," were the letter's words, "at least until I've bad time to break it to my For answer Mrs. Barry first placed her finger on her Hps, then by an inquiring glanoe seemed to say, "Is she gone?" and then aloud, "Wonld yon mind closing the door?" wife." CHAPTER IV, "Very queer," murmured Mrs. Raymond, glancing furtively at Miss Maynard, whose face, pale and patient, still gave no sign. A spell of dull weather bad fallen on the fort. Except when a snowstorm was raging the Wyoming skies were generally clear and cloudless, and tbey bad had earlier in the month a snowstorm fierce enough and long enough to render fm ther specimens entirely unnecessary. Tbe wind bad taken a freak of blowing from the south for 36 hours, and the men were Bcurrying about without overcoats—the men of Stannard's battalion, tbat is, for, true to prediction, Barry had gone. Buxton and Freeman, Raymond and Turner, Gregg and Wayne, Truscott and Ray were the eight captains whose troops were quartered at Russell. Buxton was away on leave, but his troop was in Barry's battalion, and so were Freeman's, Raymond's and Wayne's. Softly Mrs. Stannard stepped thither, glanced into the adjoining room and saw that it was empty, shnt the door and came back to the bedside. Mrs. Barry took her visitor's hand. "Mrs. Stannard," said she, "like everybody else in the regiment, I oome to yon when troubled, and I'm sorely troubled about Nathalie. Yon know, do yon not, how I came to find her? No? Well, I haven't told it as a rnle. Her father had served on the same division staff with Major Barry during the war, and a strong friendship grew np between them. When Captain Baird was killed, bis brother-in-law came all the way to Virginia after bis body, and Major Barry was allowed to go with it as far as Washington, and there he met this gentleman, Nathalie's nncle by marriage. He impressed Major Barry as being a sturdy, warm hearted fellow who would do all he oould for the widow and orphan, especially for this little girl who was Darned, as Nathalie has only recently told me, for his own wife. I wondered bow she came by that name, bnt it seems that this was Mrs. Baird's younger and favorite sister. Already, however, this gentleman bad four children of his own and could not well provide for more. A desultory correspondence was kept up for awhile, and then it dropped off, bnt in 1876 this Mr. Williams wrote that hiB niece was practically destitute, that his own business was completely ruined, and he begged us to do something for her, saying that she was a good, pure minded, lively girl and intimating that he would have been only too thankful had heaven blessed him with such children. "Oh, I—I don't suppose it's anything serious!" interposed Lieutenant Walker. "I met ber near tbe gate aa she was coming in. She seemed in a hurry, and I thought she looked more as she used to wben I first saw ber up at Wintbrop wben I was there on court martial duty. She was looking migbty pretty last week, but seems to have kind of broken up recently. She hardly noticed me at all wben she went by." "Some of us will be in every day until Mr. Maynard is well enough to be moved," said Mrs. Stannard, "so you must be sure to let us know of anything that you or he may need, and when you do come to Russell we have spare rooms in our big quarters, and you're to come right there, both of you." Miss Maynard had no idea bow kind this was of Mrs. Stannard. She did not realize that ber brother bad only a single room under a roof that could barely cover an ordinary parlor, yet that bad to shelter the abodes of three bachelor subalterns—two besides himself. But Miss Maynard was very, very glad to go to tbe Stannards wben, five days later, tbe doctors and nurses lifted her soldier boy into tbe yellow ambulance, trundled bim slowly out to tbe fort and then bore him up stairs into tbe major's front room. April bad come by that time, and a warm south wind, as has been said, played for several days, and tbe skies were murky, tbe air soft and unusually humid, and Maynard was presently allowed to sit propped up in bed, wbile Grace, his adoring sister, read t" or chatted with him, and tbe doctors let him see occasional visitors. Mrs. Stannard was there by the hour, and the stern colonel bad called and bad been most kjud and thoughtful, and, so far from finding fault, bad praised Maynard's conduct, and still tbe patient was not happy. "Nuthin niore'n what he told me," Bbeepishly answered one of tbe two, with copious libatiou of tobacco juice and a shrug of his broad shoulders. "Said he'd been in tbe San Juan country—bad made a stake minin and bad been robbed of most of it in Denver by fellows who had run up here. There was » rooster with him two or three days ago who called him Boston, and he 'lowed that «u the name he generally went by." Mrs. Stannard came in to greet her guests, blithe and smiling, and presently Miss MaynaW was beard descending the stairs. She entered, looking as prim and impassive as ever, yet fancying she was receiving the visitors with all cordiality. These latter began, of course, at once with inquiries for tbe invalid, accompanying them with every assurance of sympathetic interest, and Miss Maynard was pleased to say that be bad bad a very comfortable day and bad vastly enjoyed tbe warm tea Mrs. Stannard bad made for bim half an hour since. To refer to it or to any edible or potable as hot would have been a crass violation of Miss Maynard's tenets as to what was delicate and refined in speech. She experienced something akin to a shock on bearing an officer of the regular army, ber burly host, importune bia smiling wife to order more hot buckwheats, for village ethics in this behalf, first applied by imported schoolma'ams to purely personal conditions— as when tbey gently rebuked the maidens running in from the game of tag at reoess and saying "I'm so hot"—bad "Why, bow strange!" said Mrs. Turner. " Well, we must be going. We've been here long enough to make you all think we'd come to spend tbe night Miss Maynard," she continued, rising and turning a deaf ear to Mrs. Stanuard's polito expostulations and assurances that tbey bad been in the house barely ten minutes, "do come and see me as soon as you're able to run about I declare I don't see anybody nowadays, and we all miss Mr. Maynard so!" Somebody elbowed a way to the side of the victim and bis amateur nurses, a glass of whisky in his hand—tbe one restorative almost sure to be obtainable on the frontier—and Maynard forced a few drops between bis patient's teeth. There wasn't a woman whose busband had to go who did not think down in tbe bottom of ber heart tbat it ought to have been the other battalion, or at least tbat if one had to go both should have gone, and most of them said so. To Mrs. Barry there were greater trial and hardship in the separation from ber devoted husband than to tbe wives of many of his juniors. But she was silent. Nathalie Baird alone knew what it meant to tbe invalid, and ber own attentions would have been redoubled, but Mrs. Stannard had promptly appeared to beg tbat she might take the major's place at the afternoon tradings, and Mrs. Ray ami Mrs. Atberton, the colonel's wife, had been almost equally insistent, and other ladies had called to know if there wasn't something tbey could do—even Mrs. Turner, who never read anything. And they all had so much to say about "dear Mr. Maynard," and wbat a shocking thing it was, and how dreadful to have to wire to bis home people that he was so seriously wounded. His mother, it appears, was dead, bis father old and too feeble to undertake tbe long journey, but bis sister was already on tbe way. He still lay in a room at the Inter Ocean in town, too severely injured and too weak to be moved. There was fear of fever, possibly of blood poisoning, so said tbe servants, and bis friends at the fort could inly submit. "That won't help,lieutenant," chuckled a bystander. "Nutbin short of four fingers will begin to tell on his mucus. He's copper lined, be is," whereat the assemblage snickered. Maynard repeated the dose, and a fluttering sigh was the speedy response. The sponge was actively plied. More whisky was administered, this time with less difficulty, and then tbe feeble band sought to find the battered bead, but fell back limply. "Open bis shirt, lieutenant," suggested tbe man who knew him as Boston, and the young hand sought the heavy muffler taat was twisted loosely about the neck. A coarse blue flannel shirt was revealed, was opened at the throat, and then a package in oiled silk, hanging by a silken cord, was found, and then came a doctor. Lifting an eyelid, he peeped into the dull pupil, felt tbe pulse and placed iis hand over tbe hearty "My office is only a few steps away. Lift him up and bring him there,'' said be, in tbe quiet, authoritative tone of tbe professional who had dwelt long among men most of whose dead he had attended immediately before or after their sudden dissolution and had seen them buried as tbey fell, with their boots on. The order was obeyed in silence. A shutter was lifted from its hinges at the nearest saloon, tbe patient was hoisted thereon and the march began. Maynard stopped a moment. To which Mrs. Raymond murmured a purring second, and then after various other farewxlls and at tbe close of fire minutes devoted to these leave takings the two ladies made their exit declining for a wonder the escort of any of tbe gallants present Once outside and the door closed, Mrs. Turner turned to her companion. 28-30. "But the same servant went out and found one of his fellow servants which owed him an hundred pence.'' According to the margin, a debt of not over $25, yet see his treatment of his fellow as compared with his lord's treatment of him. But do not oondemn him unless you are sure that you are not guilty. Man's inhumanity to man is as marvelous as God's compassion. Great as is God's forgiveness, so great is man's lack of it. Have you never said of any one, "I cannot forgive him," or "I'll forgive, but I cannot-forget?" If you have said such things, you have no right to oondemn this man. Remember the words of our Lord in a certain case, "He that is without sin among you let him first cast a stone" (John viii, 7). 31. "So, when his fellow servants saw what was done, they were very sorry and came and told unto their lord all that was done.'' In this case there was nothing that they oould do but tell their lord, for he alone had power to deal with the wioked servant. But here is an application which every believer may with profit lay to heart. We, if we have received Christ Jesus as our Saviour, are truly forgiven, washed, sanotlfled, justified, but there are millions who are not and who do not know anything about the Lord Jesus and are liable to be cast forever into the hands of the great adversary who now oppresses them. Are we sorry enough for them to say to our Lord who has saved us: "Here am I. Send me to tell them of Thee and of Thy salvation?" fn silence the patrol then bored a way through the laughing, Jttriiuj throng schooling in respect to civil laws as had been pounded into bis young superior it the Point. "Do you think we can venture in? It isn't 9 yet We can say we came to help, as we'd beard Miss Baird was ill, you know." ! "Back to the horses, "was the anrwer. "We can accomplish nothing here." Mrs. Raymond hesitated. "I haven't been there, except to call formally, since the day she came. I'm afraid it would be too—thin." Bat the crowd, like most Cheyenne issemblages in the days of old, had nothing in particular to do It bad been recruited from all the barrooms along she street in the neighborhood and deiired to be amased, so it promptly resolved itself into an escort for the troopers and traveled along after them ■ Block or so. Then an inspiration seized Kveral of its prominent constituents ind a dozen of the number slipped away !rom the esoorting party and ran rapidly down a side street, and two minutes later, as Maynard turned into the broad thnrnrnhfars nn which ntwnw) the corral where they bad left their horses with their single guardian, be was treated to a sensation. Confident of the applause of their fellow citizens and reckless of law or order, a gang of the choicest spirits bad dashed upon the inclosure, instantly overpowering the bewildered sentry, and while some stood guard over bis prostrate form, the others unlinked the excited horses, threw themselves into saddle and, laughing and cheering, came clattering oat into the street. One day after long silence he turned suddenly. "Grace, what ladies have called to see you?" Maynard had an old sergeant with aim who knew the ins and outs of every haunt of tbe bibulous among the boys in blue, and he led on, silent, relentless, unerring. Five minutes' brisk tramp brought them to a combination xnoert ball and gambling house One «r two loungers in front, at sight of the laming patrol, darted inside, and when Ihe sergeant reached the glazed doors they were bolted. "Quick," be ordered theoorporal, "take Schultz and Meyer end get around to the rear door. Nab •very one of our fellows tbat comes rat" Then he banged on tbe frontdoor (or admission. "Why, all of them, I suppose, Ronald —ever so many anyway." "So the major went there when east on leave, and she has been with ns for a year now, and she is lovely and was content and happy nntil just a few days ago. I watched her narrowly at the time of Mr. Maynard's mishap, half expecting her to be greatly shocked and distressed. Shocked sbe was and measurably distressed, bnt not to the extent 1 had expected. Thie change in her nas uot come through him. She has suddenly met some serioas mental strain, and it is the mere trying becanse she oannot tell or will not tell wbat it is. She begs nienot to ask any more, bnt sometimes" —and here Mrs. Barry locked appealiugly np into tbe gentle face of her friend — "sometimes 1 feel sure she would confide in you, aud you could uelp her. \\ ill you?" But Mrs. Turner was a leader off women when they wanted to be led, and her motion prevailed. Mrs. Barry on ber sofa and Mrs. Bay bending over her were in earnest conversation when the two were ushered in. "Not all, because Mrs. Barry cannot leave her room, 1 am told," £aid he. "No, very true, but she sent ber card and explained it all — Miss Baird brought it." "When was sho here?" demanded the brother eagerly. And this was how it happened that Mrs. Turner herself should be the bearer of an important and exciting piece of news back to the Stannards' parlor not 15 minutes later. She came rushing in without even stopping to ring. "Day before yesterday and again today, bringiug some delicious jelly Mrs. Stannard is going to give you by and by." And then the sister saw the joy light buming in his eyes and the faint flush that was mounting to his cheek, and ber face took on an instant shade of gray. " Why, Ronald," she said, "do you know ber well; You like her?" "What do you think!" she cried. "Colonel Atherton's got a dispatch from headquarters and another from Major Barry. The Indians have broken loose. The whole command may have to go. He came to see her right after they reached him, and he's going over to the office now. You'll all be wanted," she continued, with a comprehensive glance at the boys. The adjutant edged at once to the door. Stannard'* footfalls were beared overheard as he left Maynard's bedside and hastened to the stairs. Athertou was an angry man when told all that had transpired in town. He came down, said the troopers, like a thousand of brick on the fellows brought back by the patrol and had caused rewards to be offered for, the two still at large, one of whom at least bad been guilty of stabbing the lieutenant. Maynard and his men, coming from the brightly lighted saloon into the dark cellar, could see nothing. The two skulkers, whose eyes had become accustomed to the gloom, and who were aided by the broad streak of light from the trap in the saloon floor, had plainly seen the searchers as they descended, had made their bold rush for freedom and easily escaped. But this they could have done without bloodshed, and even those who had been their friends at the fort would none of them now. But the "fellows" didn't oome. It •raa full a minute before the sergeant's lummona was answered. Then a head ivaa poked out of an upper window, a bead on a broad grin, and an oily. Milaaian voice demanded: "What the Jevil is wanted? There's no game until tonight." Then she could ask no more, for all at once there sprang up in her heart the question, "What will this mean to Gertrude Bonner?" "Leave Schultz here with my horse, sergeant, and go with the other men to gather what you can of the absentees. This has made a diversion in our favor. I'll join you at the Empire presently." "Indeed I will if she will let me," was the warm hearted repiy. "Now I must get back to Major Stannard or ue'll be seeking for me and saying dreadful things in Apache. Tomorrow morning I'll come to you again." 8S-84. "And his lord was wroth, and delivered him to the tormentors till he should pay all that was due unto him." We must not think of our Lord in this story as If He was speaking of Himself, for we are nowhere taught that He ever forgives and then takes back His forgiveness. The gifts and calling of God are without repentance (Rom. xi, 29). He never changes His mind. We must notice that our Lord is telling of a certain man and his servants, and the lord in the story is the master of these servants, not our Lord. See the small letter 1, not capital L. So in the story of the unjust steward the question is repeatedly asked, How could our Lord ever oommend such fraud? Our Lord never did, but the man's master or lord (small 1) commended his fraudulent servant for being clever enough to provide a future welcome for himself In the homes of those whom he had befriended at his lord's expense. Our Lord taught that we ought to make such use of present opportun ities — lawfully, of course — as would be for our benefit in the life to come. "The game we want is under this roof, Maloney, and you know it," was the sergeant's sturdy reply. "Now, we loo't mean to break in; neither can tb«y break oat It'a only a reasonable Boe and a few days' fatigue duty they'll It wttioff for point? hack ouietlv with •a sow, bat it'll be a dollar an hour for •very boor we have to wait, and we can eamp right here until they're starved oat if need be. So tell the gang to be wise and oome at once." Rising presently and without a word, the sister slowly left the room and returned to her own. Stopping for a moment to bathe her temples in cold water, she then stepped to the dormer window looking out over the bleak northward prairie and pressed her forehead upon the cool pane. She had had her own sorrows, poor girl. Her own love had leit ber after a brief, joyous furlough when she was but 18 and rejoined his regiment just in time for Five Forks. He had fought gallantly in earlier engagements, had won promotion and come home sorely wounded to be wooed back to health and strength among the kindly people of their Mohawk village; bad returned to duty for the last campaign full yf hope, happiness, love of country and of ber, and the brief glory of that campaign was indeed bis last. The joy of the news of Lee's surrender was stifled throughout the narrowing valley at Little Falls by the telegram that briefly told them Captain Ralph Bonner was mortally wounded at Sailor's Creek. Grace Maynard's life from that time on was taken up in devotion to her own mother and to his, and when they, too, were called from earth she had still left to nurse her aging father, himself a wounded veteran of the war, and to rear and love were her boy brother Ronald and "his" girl sister Gertrude. The father's one ambition was for his —that be might be educated at West t'oint and com missioned in the army. The sister's main hope had been that when Ronald came back to them an officer he might look with loving eyes upon the shy little village girl who as laughing, romping maideti had been the playmate and tease of his early boyhood. He had looked kindly, even affectionately, upon her, but wun the same serene fondness with which he regarded his sister, and then had gone on bis way, after weeks of long talk and counsel with the father, to join his regiment in far Wyoming. This changed the whole situation in the twinkling of an eye. Taught to respect the rights and protect the property. of other men, Maynard bad very positive convictions for a youngster as to thq sacred nature of the claims of Uncle Sam. So long as only chaff and ridicule were the weapons of the populace his equanimity had not been disturbed, but now he blazed with wrath. A yell of delight went up from some of the throng at sight of the motley troop ranging into line 100 yards away, but even then and there were men who realized at once bow wild and how serious a prank was this and how widespread might be the havoc of its consequences. InBtantly two or three men started for the young officer, shouting: no, tice it, lieutenant. Don't do anything. We'll eet the horses." Very possibly if Maynard had halted his party then and there or turned back md marched it into the adjoining street the wiser among the citizens 3onld have persuaded the offenders of the magnitude of their ain and the horses would have been restored with rough but profuse frontier apologies. But the blood of the patrol was up. Here , at least was something it had a right to resent, and all in an instant Maynard and his little party started on the jump for the despoilers. It was a bitter oold day, as has been said. The troopers j were in heavy overcoats and shoes, fur caps and gloves, and they could not make a sprint despite their best efforts. It would have been easy enough for the riders to dash away, but all the devil of frontier fun, recklessness and whisky was at work, and clinging, as some of them had to do, to tbeir plunging and excited steeds, down they came, following the lead of a jovial tough who had mounted Maynard's own horse. Luckily the leader had no spurs. Luckily the horse seemed to recognize his master as the foremost of the familiar bluecoats. for despite the furious urging and kicking of the tall townsman on bis back Rienzi came snorting and plunging straight to Maynard*? side, and the lieutenant, never laying hand upon the rein, was at the joker's stirrup in a second. Another second and both his sinewy bands had grasped the rider's boot and hud toppled—hurled bim headforemost out of saddle to the icy ground. It was all done so quickly that no one realized what bad happened nntil, as the other horses seemed instinctively to bait and cluster about their leader and the other troopers to seize their mounts, and the momentary riders to tumble or throw themselves from their seats, it was seen that tbe ringleader of the gang lay prostrate as he had plunged, his head turned to one side and a dark i stream of blood oozing from underneath. A discontented crowd hovered at the foot of the doctor's stairs. That level headed personage had ordered out every- An hour later Nathalie Baird, kneeling by the bedside of her friend and protector, gazed long and earnestly into the placid face, bent her ear to listen to the gentle, measured breathing as though to assure herself that tbe sleep was sound; then slowly, cautiously, noiselessly rose to her f 4ft extinguished the lamp and set the iii»;nt light on the floor, slipped into the dimly lighted front room and thence to the hall. There, taking a hooded cloak from a peg, she as noiselessly opened the front door, peered up and down the row, noted the flitting lights at the barracks and the souud of busy preparation, hastily withdrew a moment as an officer's orderly, blanket and robe laden, came laboring down tbe line, then, once more glancing out, stepped softly forth upon the piazza and, huddling within tbe warm folds of her cloak, tiptoed arouud the corner of the bouse and throngh the dark passage leading to the spacious yard that lay to the north. The servants bad long since retired to their little rooms in the annex at the rear, but the girl trembled as she passed their windows, yet pressed resolutely on, and presently, clearing the wooden buildings, was swallowed up in tbe blackness of the cloud covered night. "What's that? What's the news?" he cried, as he came hurriedly down, and again Mrs. Turner had the comfort of holding the floor and the absorbed attention of ber auditors for half a minute, and then, loud, ringing and imperative, the cavalry trumpet out upon the parade broke up the gathering with the stirring summons of "officers' call." Only the women were left to discuss the situation, and Miss Maynard for the moment forgot her vivid interest in all that had been said or implied regarding Nathalie Baird in this her first experience with sudden orders for the field—an old time and all too familiar episode in garrison life as it was led a score of years ago. Y* Orace Maynard knew her at a glance. gradually extended to a provincial embargo against the adjective on any terms. All the same "warm" meant "hot" when applied to toast and tea, and Mrs. Turner took the word, as say the French, and bustled briskly into conversation. By thia time a little crowd had began to gather. Maynard. silently awaiting tbe resnlt of the sergeant's appeal and treating to taia larger experience in aacb matters, waa pondering over the legal aspect of the case and wondering whether Wyoming laws would be very ■avage at hia expense in case he forced an entrance in search of his truant troopers when he notioed that the glazed doors of a somewhat aimilar establishment across the way were swinging •lowly open, and that a knot of curious and attentive spectators huddled close behind them, yet keeping within shelter and aa much aa possible out of sight, evidently desirous of escaping observation. Closer at hand the rapidly arriving popa|aoe began to indulge in chaff and facetious remarks, much to tbe anpoyance of the sergeant and the comfort Of the Irishman aloft, who, reoognizing sympathetic souls in tbe crowd, stuck hia head still farther out and exchanged jubilant greeting with cronies on tbe aidewalk. The stabbing of young Mr. Maynard was absolutely without justification even by men who bad prison staring tbem in the face. They were crazed by protracted drinking was the only explanation, but it was nothing more than explanation; it was no excuse. Ever since the end of Saptember the previous year tbe young officer had been steadily on duty with bis troop. It takeB much less than five months for veteran soldiers to take the measure of, or, bh tbey express it, "size up," an officer, and Maynard was thoroughly well liked by "Ah, yes, we all know how good Mrs. Stannard's tea is I My cook never can get it like hers, but just as soon as Mr. Maynard'B able to eat anything I'll be too happy to bring him 6ome dainties myself. Does he like jelly?" 85. "So likewise shall My Heavenly Father do also unto you, if ye from your hearts forgive not every one his brother their trespasses." In the epistle to the Ephesians we are taught in the opening and following words our privileges in Christ. Blessed with all spiritual blessings, accepted in the Beloved, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins, seated with Christ in the heavenlles. Then we are taught that because of these great benefits conferred upon us we should walk worthy of ou? vocation, walk in love, walk as children of light, and among other things forgive one another even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven us (Eph. iv, 82). Salvation is nowhere made dependent upon any works or good deeds of ours, but is always set forth as a free gift (Rom.' iv, 5; vi, 28; John 1, 12; Rev. xxii, 17). Then having become children of God byl faith in Christ Jesus, we are earnestly exhorted to walk as such, assured that all in our lives as Christians which He approves shall be rewarded, but all else shall b* burned up as wood, hay and stubble. "Very much," answered Miss Mayuard, with a somewhat astringent smila "His appetite is coming back, and he wants to eat everything. " But she made no mention of the jelly he had eaten and rejoiced in only an hour before far more than he did Mra Stannard's tea, so it was the latter who spoke. That night the lanterns were danoing about the barracks and quarters long after the usual hour for "taps," and the officers and men of Stannard's battalion were busily at work packing and preparing for the campaign. The special trains ordered to transport them to North Platte, far to the east, from which point they could most easily reach the old trail of the Cheyennes when traveling between the northern and southern villages of the tribe, were to be in readiness with the dawn of the coming day, and many a man, many a woman knew no wink of sleep the livelong hours that intervened. And yet Mrs. Stannard had found time, in the midst of all she had to do fofTier major's me6s chest, to run over to see that Mrs. Barry lacked no comfort. Mrs. Ray, of course, bad had to hasten home, but Miss Baird was on duty with ber invalid again—silent, helpful, thoughtful as ever, yet seeming, as Mrs. Stannard could not help but see, very far from well. ■*u. ■'Would you mind coiling a doctort" he iiaid. body bat Buffalo Coat and tho man who knew the patient as Boston, but he opened to Maynard's knock. "Come in, lieutenant," he promptly said, as soon as be saw the face at the door. "You gave this big fellow a sharp lesson, but I fancy he deserved it. These gentlemen" (here he winked sagely at the officer) "have given me the particulars. No," be continued, "there's no fracture, no serious concussion. He'll come around presently. All that's likely to be neoessary is a quiet room and complete rest for a few days. We have no public hospital as yet. The coroner's office ordinarily is all that is necessary." _ "Will you kindly «ee that he gets He stm {n a roorn at the Inter 0ccan jDvery attention, doctor and send the the meI1 of tbe ( commaDd. only biH to me at the fort? My name s May- til0He bla,.k ,b of the foldi the irpard, said the officer. "Now I have to reconciiable toughs, who are to befound join my men, if I cau be of no further tQ tbe uulutK.r uf two or three iu alluost use or scrvire here, whereupon the gttrribon, could find it in their two shook and parted. hearts to say aught against him. As ..v"-110 J3' a we*? i°„ r" luck would have it the two deserters You re ad— d good fellow, lieu- Btill at ]arge wertJ characters of this tenant said he. "and I'm sorry the type_biackguardlj im.aruateD wbo had gang behaved as they did. It was the donbtlesa uudt,r otbcr uatlies in sergeant they were after, not you. He s more thftU OU(j t.onipauy nutil tbe loost, all right, too only he gets huffy when | recrnitiu of that day had tbeyguy and that s nuts for the crowd. } land,.d them U1 Buxton's troop. Here Now I 11 let you into the whereabouts M the burl taiu waa on of your strays There was only one atj dut th had yo bad tilue huytou had the Empire lying dead drunk in the nliaP affiliation for tbe tough eleback room, but there's a raft of 'em) meut of tiwnnkmnd lile, j»ossibly beacross the road at Hannifin s some in caUMj he bud t m before plain clothes. Their money's about the war aB olle 0, tht)UJ. But Bnxton en out. and he'll be glad to get rid of had goUG (jU Jeave aU(] flrgt lieuteu. T; , , , ,, .. ant was giving the troop a needed Maynard thanked the man rather Btraigbteui outD a 8 tbat in. ?! "lKl,,lmPatle,lt y' t00' tllon«lllh.C1 , volved Piivates Yell and Uulligan in could hardly say why, mounted his disoi H Im.tbodlj hitberto uutrk.d horse, overtook the patrol a few blocks aud M tC) tbeir deterniiuation to sway and imparted the tidings to his for tho tblrd ur fourtb tilnt, probably, sergeant Two minutes later they had tbe tbC|t wt)ldt.d tb,m to Uut)le | JUn'ed/,?,U iD * S,lde m°: No vestige of doubt remained : ested and followed no longer, thougl, tbak tbftm, rufflangi one 0f them at 'the pmmWa, *111 beared cunoualy I dealt Matnard the well ni*h "Miss Baird brought him some delicious jolly this afternoon," she announced, "and it was good to see how he enjoyod it." "Yes, but it was Mrs. Barry, not Miss Baird, who was the donor," quickly interposed Miss Maynard. "Miss Baird was merely tho bearer, though I am sure she was very kind, and I am very grateful to her." It was impossible thaCiftuch veteran society women as their visitors should not note the almost intense eagerness with which Miss Maynard seemed to desire to impress them with her theory that Miss Baird was in nowise connected with the preparation of the jelly for her invalid brother. A quick glance was exchanged, but no comment made. Indeed, there was no time, for the major's voice and step were heard at the door as he came noisily into the hall, ushering the adjutant aud a subaltern or two who had come to inquire for Maynard and to pay their respects to the ladies. They flocked into the little army parlor with the easy confidence of comrades sure of welcome and dropped ftito seats wherever they could find them, even the piano stool bearing its share, and the chat and laughter rippled on, Miss Maynard speedily relapsing into silence and study of the faces about her with deep interest, yet with the same iin passive, almost solemn visage; old Staunard beaming on the party from the doorway, where he stood in his habitual olf duty attitude, hands deep in trousers pockets and legs straddled apart as though long years in saddle had rendered it impossible to lounge iu any other pose. Presently he turned and tiptoed up the narrow stairway, saying he'd go and have a peep at Maynard, who was reported half awake, half dozing and nretending to read.  To be Continued. GEOGRAPHICAL NAMES. "How much a head will ye give me, sergeant, for preservin • their lives? Sure Hannifin'n whisky arrow the way there would burn the stomach out of a brass monkey. It's rewarded heavily I ought to be. .But I'm wastin wurds wid ye, sergeant. Let the liftenant •pake. Sure he looks like a liberal, high poinded gentleman, which ye don't, •ergeant Sore it's Mr. Maynard I know, and ye mustn't be givin it away, boys; but it's hiui knows ivery room on the premises and wins his mouth's pay twice over at Scolly's table, don't ye, now, liftenant?" Asia comes from the Sanskrit ushas, -Iguifyiug "land of the dawn." Africa trace* its origin to tbo Phoenician iter, a black man, and tbe Sanskrit ao, the earth, a country. England was originally Engaland, tbe land of tbe Engles or Angles, who came over from Sieswlck. a province of Jutland. "He Is a man of extremes." Top and Bottom, "Yea. He is always talking at tbe top of his voice and offering to bet bis bottom dollar."—Washington Star. Europe owes its name to the Greek eurud, broad and op, to see, or ops, tbe face, in allusion to "tbe broad face of the earth." There was a strange, hopeless, harassed, appealing look about the eyes that were but recently so placidly blue and tender that the loving hearted army In every letter Grace had written there was mention of Gertrude—bow lovely she had grown, how good and devoted she was to father, how helpful and attentive to him, "and then always so eager to bear about you," and now was all her planning to go for naught? Was it possible that her hero brother, who had been her care as well as pride for years, now that he was free to ohoose would turn from the fond and faithful little heart that was beating for him there at home and dower this unknown New England girl with the wealth of his first love? At the first meeting Grace bad noted her beauty, the radiant color that so quickly came ,ind went and came again, but other women had eutercd upon their interview, and Miss Baird bad presently retired. 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STOMACHAL beet fori a Complaint.. | The name America honors tbe memory of Amerigo Vespuoci, the Florentine navigator who landed on the new continent south of the equator tbe year after Columbua discovered tbe northern mainland in 1498. The street crowd shouted its approbation of this sally and yelled with delight when Maloney was shoved to one Vide and another face on a feminine {Dead was thrust beside that of the first occupant It was fiery, or, rather, carroty red, while the eyes were bleary and fhe nose purple. Maloney was the chartered bouncer of the establishment and this his brawny helpmate. In the cosmopolitan make np of the populace of Cheyenne of those days the Irish were scarce. Even John Chinaman was seldom to be seen. The crowd was typically frontier American and gifted with •11 the American's passion for personal liberty and propensity for fan at any expense Here was a squad of regulars, with a trig young West Poiuter in command, seeking to oompass the arrest of Ml equal number of renegade comrades fid balked in the attempt by tbe very feat that th«r reoresented the fotr® •*"D Persia la indebted for Its title to tbe Greeks, who gave the name of Persia to the region (of which the capital was Perslopolls) originally overrun by a wild branch of the Ayrian race called the Parsa, meaning, in the native tongtie, "the Tigers." Britain was known to the Phoenicians as Barat Anao, or "tb«i land of tin," as far back as the year 1097 B. G. Some 600 yeora afterward tbe Island was alluded to by the Romans under the name of Britannia, which subsequently beoame short ened Into Britain. The term China is a western oorruption of Eslna, so called in honor of l'sln, the founder of tbe great dynasty which began In tbe third century B. C. ItwasTslnwho built the great wall of China, or Tsin, to keep out tbe barbarians. The Chinese empire bears tbe description of tire Celestial empire because Its early rulers were all Some one bad set up a sympathetic cheer at Maynard's exploit. So long as all remained on the same footing the i 1 was a unit in ita desire to have Mrs. Barry lacked no comfort. woman was touched and troubled to Me. She was the one woman In tha —& |a Mrs. Stannard had found time to sec that celestial deities. — "Names and Their Meaning."