Pittston Gazette

              KSTAKIi vol- X Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. l'lTTSTO.N. LUZERNE CO., I'A.. FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 2, IK 12. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. (Vl.Rtt I'HR ANNUM ( IN ADVANCE. camp«. For good or for ill, the crisis was at hand. Whatsoever doubt had existed as to the almost nuivernal hostility of tho Sioux was banished by the events of the preceding week. The attempted ambush of Sergeant Ellis, of Berrien's advance guard, the attack upon the scouts and couriers at the Porcupine, niul, lastly, the affair at the Wolf, in which Brewster a second time had gained distinction, all pointed unerringly to one conclusion: whatsoever might be their assurances to officials high in rank, to agents whoso power wuuld be at end were war to ensue, t» self constituted franiers of public opinion, every soldier on the spot knew, and well knew, that the Indians would be peaceable only in presence of a formidable force of bluecoats, but that uothing bnt ambush and massacre awaited the whites who ventured forth unguarded Uji to this moment, however, of all those gathered at the scene the only troops wliich had had actual collision with the Sioux were of Berrien's battalion. ~ - • —■—  rowed from here, and surely there are gtmu voices suppressed, out tneir mace troops enough there, more than enough, eves flashing hatred at tho silent squads to overawe thtt pestilent gang. All that 0*f troopers, carbines ready in hand, is necessary will be to surround the In- watching every move within the guarded dians, let them see what a lorce we linos. Young women and lxjys were have, and they 11 knuckle down. Don t belaboring the gaunt and dejected ponies, cry so, Mr*. Uiorpe; don t cry, my Eager gestures and low exclamations child. Let me take you over homo now. called attention to the coining force, and Just get the little ones around you to- in groups the warriors, shrouded to the night, and 111 bring over some famous very lips in their heavy robes, stood or oranges that came today, and—why, I sat in council; but all the while, darting don't believe the Twelfth will have to from point to point with fierce deelampull another trigger. Think how many atorv gestnre, went Mephisto himself other regiments and commands there are j in tlie Indian "medicine man." Mark! there." I wheresoever he goes eager ears are bent "I dc, I do, and I prav and pray, but to hear his exhortation. severely shattered or suffering great pain. Many will bear to their dying day mementos of that savage December battle. Some of the twoscore aire doing very well; other; perhaps have done better, and are sleeping under the flag. A busy man is Holden. and a very proud one, as he has right to be, for one and all the troopers love to speak of him as their "fighting sawbones." Hewas in tho thick of it all when the rush of the rearward monnted troops swept into and through those fire Bpittiug lodges, and the Indians—warriors. little was said when outsiders were by as to the depth of feeling aroused in their ranks by the unaccountable criticism of the press. Very little had to be said in the official investigation of the affair to clear them, one aud all. of the array of allegations lodged at their doors. But that every man, from the colonel down, bore away from the field of their winter's travail a sense of injury beyond the scar of savage missile, who could doubt, who could blame? It did not prevent their having some quiet fun of their own, however. Gray haired Farquhar was whimsical in his sympathy with Rolfe, whose scalp had been saved by the man of all others he had most reviled—Sergeant Ellis. Randolph from the recesses of the hospital' teot poked no end of gibes at Ridgeway, who had lost his eyeglasses in the morning fight and had been nearly run off with by the Sioux. As for Rolfe's plight, ■ be lost all the skin from the side instead of the top of his head," laughed Gorliam. business will require it as well as pleasure—pay us a ten days' visit and take us home. Then you'll come, too, won't yon, Nita?" But-Miss Guthrie shook her head. * DETECTIVE NYE. tanon, ana uiuti tuey xji«m inuoience and timidity have been Hie chief characteristic# of the session. In 1879 Gabe Bouck, of Wisconsin, was seen pacing up and' down the foyer, or whatever it is called, which surrounds the desk where the primary department of congress sits. He was a member of the house, and seemed to have stepped out into the entry to swear a little over the arrears of pensions bill, which was evidently about to pass. "A set of d d cowards—contemptible, d d cowards!" he was heard to ejaculate ever and anon. HE SAYS HE IS NOT A SUCCESS AT "You promised us," said Mrs. Holden reproachfully; "and Rolfe won't be there to worry yon this time," she faltered. "He's going to take a long leave and go abroad." THE SLEUTH BUSINESS. We Should Try to Keep Politics I'ure This Fall—An Experiment Id Natural OOWKtOHt. •«!, tT J. •. UPnMCOTT OOMMNT, AM* OUW4SMCO mr ktClM. MMUNOMCKT WITH TH1* * 1 "But even that," wrote Jennie to her liege, "did not seem to comfort her. She says she will never, probably, visit Pawnee again; and I know well as can be it is all on account of that terrible fright. What ca*D there have been behind it all? Now that the Twelfth ie coming home and you have everything running smoothly, don't you think it possible to find out something about that strange affair? You have never written a word, and I can see Nita's eyes questioning me every time she knows I have a letter. The other day I was in her room, and looking over some old albums that I drew from the bottom of a desk I came across a picture of hers just like the one that is in the little silver frame on the toilet table in her room at Pawnee, except that this was blurred and worn. 'Why, Nita!' I cried unthinkingly, as she entered. 'I thought you told me mine was the only one left of this kind, and here's one that looks as if it might have been worn next some fellow's heart and been kissed a million*— and then 1 stopped short and dropped it, for she had turned white as death and was stretching out her hands. ' W here did you find that?" sho whispered at last. 'Between the leaves of this old album,' I said. 'It was lying there loosely.' 'I haCL not seen it for six years. I thought I had burned it With'  History Worth Trying—Making Japanese Lanterns Out of Toads. (continued. | [Copyright, 1892, by Edgar W. Nye.] Bcck Shoals, N. C., August. Cjuite a number of people have written ine recently regarding a green goods episode winch was made public in July by a St. Louis paper, and which involved the name of Mr. P. A. Owenby, of this state. It seems that the following announcement caught Mr. Owenby's eye some time ago. It was printed in a well known paper and evidently in good faith. No paper could have printed such an advertisement otherwise, it seems to me: " Sow is yonr time, men," muttered Brewster, "Goick! Off with your side lines and double tliem about your horses' fore feet so that they can't even hobble out of the drift Keep them here. Take yonr lariat and hopple my horse, one of yon. Throw him if ueed be. I'll watch those beggars down stream. Ah, 1 thought so," he muttered, "they've grabbed the mules ami are examining the fcarjH*: that will tell them easily *Dnough they were cnt loose after breaking the pole. Quick, men! throw snow by the bushe! all over yonr horses. Roll in it yourselves. Get all the white on you opi; Uieti run down the gully as somi as you ha*e yonr J»rsa«j hidden and watch for mv signal. The moment I say go, bend double and scamper to the ic® yonder, then make for the bluffs FH follow instantly." no comfort comes. Did you ever knov a time when they were not in the thie! of the fight? Did you ever hear of niiD time when tho loss did not i'all heavier "But why don't you stop it?" said an ex-member who came in jnst then. "My God! why can't I arrest him at least? With that old scoundrel done for j the rest not l:a ro hard," is Rolfe's I impatient exclamation. "Stop it!" he replied. "How can I stop it when I'm one of the d d cowards myself?" Conpess, however, is hardly to blame, for it is too large a body to act wisely or well. Just as our presidential conventions are lately, and if we continue at the same rate, the great national fight hereafter will not be to see who will be elected president, but what town will have the convention. on us?" "Don't think of that now," he plea !e;l. "Don't borrow trouble from either past "Simply because the attempt would lead to instant light," in Hazlett's cool or future. Come, let me take yon lio reply "But, man, lie's putting them up to organised resistance. He's giving them some instructions now; you can see it just as well as I do." there's a good girl. I tell you if that band hasn't surrendered they've scattered all over creation, and you can no more catch them than you can—than you can—a newspaper lie. That's tho strongest simile 1 can think of. Did you hear what they were saying about Ber- It was pitiable enough to make the boys forget the austerity of his past, for to his dying (lay Rolfe would curry the marks of his involuntary "scrap with a squaw," as Randolph termed it. "Rolfe's scars have come to the surface," chimed in Warren, who uever could get alon" with him. They all hoped that he would go back to Pawnee with the wounded train, and be did. So, too, did Ellis, wearing on the arm in a sling the new chevrons of a first sergeant, won, ussaid his colonel in presenting them, "together with the heartiest recommendation fur a medal of honor I could write, for bravery on the field of battle." Rolfe tnrned his bandaged head away whe, Holden gave him all the story. He knew not what to think, much less what to say. Ellis had leaped through the swarm of fighting braves and with the butt of his carbine dashed aside the unsexed fiend whose clutching claws were in the captain's hair, and then had fought like a tiger over the prostrate body and saved the life of the man who had maligned him. Far away south at the Pawnee old Kenyon had been doing his utmost to still the anxious fears among the families of the absent soldiers. There had been lively excitement when the jwpers arrived giving sensational details of Berrien's wound and yf the affair at the Porcupine, but it was as nothing to that which prevailed over the tidings of the imminent peril in which Mrs. Berrien and Winifred had been placed. That it was just like Mrs. Berrien to insist on joining her wounded husband at once was conceded by all, but opinious dif fered as to the propriety of her course in taking Winifred with her. CThis the major decided by prompt assertion that M fes Berrien doubtless refused to be left behind. "And. being a very lovely blending of the characteristics of both her parents," said he, "it would have been decidedly unlike Miss Berrieu to have staved at home." , "Who doesn't? but"— A suggestive shrug of the shoulders indicates the brother captain's opinion. "You know the old saying, Rolfe, 'Our3 not to make C. G. MONEY-SIOO for S10, or $50 for $5. Pkgs. ill $100 and 050 lots. Good agents wanted for rare goods. 1 'artlea cents. Those who have not read the open letter written this summer by Andrew D. White, a Republican, to Patrick A. Collins, a Democrat, of Boston, ought to get it and rewkit. "Dowe hold presidential conventions for the purpose of nuininating the iDe«t man or for the purpose of farming out the lemonade privileges to a herd of yaps and yahoos who can Mr. Owenby wrote for of the C. G. money with a pure heart, and hoping to relieve th«'diatress of some man who rien and Brewster?" he rpieried. ea; thoughts from her r to reply.'" divert her own "Who's in command of those advanced men fronting that part of the village?" asks Rolfe after a moment's gloomy pause. "I did. Isn't it cruel? Bnt Major Berrien has his wife and Winnie with him, and they're bringing him home; but if poor George is shot, what can I do?" misery Meekly the two troop horses, after having lDeen led tCD a deeper point down the coatee, bent tlieir heads and submitted to tlie lashing together of their "Brew -.ter. Don't you see? lie's talk ing with Sergeant Ellis there now." the arm today. EllUt" squaws aud cnuuren—were scattering. fighting fiercely all the way to the shelter of the ravines among the bluffs. Tireless as ever he and ids assistants are constantly at the bedsides of the wounded. So is the chaplain, one of the church militant, whose "soul's in arms and eager for the fray," for his friends of the Twelfth aro under two fires. "Do? Why, you shall f:° right to him if I have to give myself 11 seven clays' leave and take you." iWl so, soothing, comforting as best he Vuew how, the veteran major led her home to her wondering brood, t« the laughing, crowing baby leaping in the nurse's arms, delighted to see the little mother again, to the joyous children romping in the firelight, innocent of care or fear, and then striving for their sake to still her sobs, to dry her tears, he left her to put the little ones to bed*, to clasp their folded hands in hers as the wee, white gowned girlies knelt at her side echoing—God only knew with what piteous entreaty— the lisping prayer for his divine protection for the loved father, the devoted husband, the gallant soldier who that very day had fought his last fight jind lay lifeless on the frozen sod. Rolfe grinds liis heavy boot heel into the frost;'d hunch grass not more harshly than he grinds his teeth. "By heaven! Hazlett, lDear me witness to this, for there's 110 telling how things will turn out today. If 1 had my way those two men would have been brought to book and made to explain instead of having posts of honor here. Furquhar refused to listen to another word 011 the subject until we got home ngaiu; then it may be too late." |yell down the wisest sentiments, and applaud and expectorate and delay the convention, and then go back to the asylums again to wait for another con-1 vention? was of different mold. lie would not yield. J-■ U - "" -O t+witli him. Morse. No time to Jooo in*'. Lasli him tight or he'll break sway," called Brewster. And poor Jack's plunging availed him nothing. A moment more, with a dismal groan he was on his side in the soft, cold bed, the lariat was being lashed and knotted so that even furious struggles could not free him, and then, to add to the indignity, his erstwhile friends and comrades were heaping new iusult and a storm of suow n{mu him. Jack couldn't understand it. fore feet, bat Brewster's "Black Jack' Four or five pure minded men, with no political principles, should get together and talk this matter over. I could get away during the month of October. Prior to that I shall be busy here on the place. /'And then she broke off suddenly and snuaoered, but seized it and took it away. If she would only talk to me of Jack; but she will not, even though 1 know that ever since the suicide of Mr. Percival last August Mr. Guthrie has been working day and night reopening the old matter. All the friends of the Guthries are now more than ever confident that Jack was absolutely innocent —that Mr. Percival as president of the bank had made away with those missing funds and Becurities and charged it to Jack and to his friend Harold Worden An effort has been made to get at Mr. Percival's papers, all of them, but his widow is still so broken that she cannot be seen by any one, say her physicians. It is believed she knows something of the innqr history of the whole case, and that she is striving to hide what she knows for her children's sake. Of course people say she has behaved very ill—that she ought to sell and restore to the bank real estate and property that from time to time Mr. Percival had settled upon her. But she only goes into hysterics when lawyers are mentioned. Gallantly and well have they withstood that which, with Budden treachery at the hands of their savage foes, flashed in their very faces. But they have no redress as against this—thia civilized lashing at their very backs. The parson's sermon Sunday morning in answer to the driveling sentimentality of cer tain misguided ecclesiastics far from the scene of conflict almost lifted old Keuyon and his comrades out of their seats. The major hugged his chaplain after service and stopped to shake hands witL him every time lie met him during the afternoon. In many a pulpit east of the Missouri with tearful fervor was the picture drawn of those helpless, pleading Indian mothers, those shrieking, terrified little Indian babes, ruthlessly slaughtered by a brutal and infuriated soldiery. Nor were the clergy without warrant for their "bottom facts," since in some mysterious way the representatives of the press, hovering about that impersonal section of military anatomy known as headquarters, were flooding the columns of their journals with paragraphs about the wanton killing of women and children in the fight in front of the Twelfth. And then came the dread uews that a great baud from the northeast, reinforced by a reckless gang of fanatical young ghost dancers from the Hail Lands, had broken away, and that all the regiments had goue to head them off. Far, without a fight, they could not go The question was which regiment would be the first to meet them Then the next night's mail brought the nest day's papers, and the Twelfth, having swung loose and being aMsent from the neighborhood whence were derived the items on wluch correspondents based their reports and editors their comments, shared the usual fate of the absentee, and having sustained the only casualties and inflicted the only punishments yet heard of about the agency, was now coming in for its share of the "tonjours tort" to which It was, of course, justly entitled. Kenyon first glared at and then exploded over a dispatch which read somewhat as follows: Alabama has just had a very heated fight over the governorship, and the following, printed during the campaign in the Birmingham Age-Herald, shows that a man in Alabama without a lineage has no business to run for governor: "Weil l. I can't understand what you have against them both or either," is Hazlett';, reply. "And I can't explain here or now, but wait till we're homo again, Hazlett, if we ever get there." "One half second more and you were gone, Rolfe," said Holden gravely. "I never said he wasn't a fine soldier,'' answered Rolfe faintly. "Perhaps 1 didn't know him aright." Activity, Monroe Cockty, Ala. I am a Jones quid, but having heard oar noble governor was the issoe of a German railroad engineer and an Italian fruit woman of Charleston, and being unable to answer each an argument, weak as it is. for God knows such as issoe could bo as honorable as any other, provided it was legitimate, I write you •to give me the facts in the case. "Ready, men! They're just poeping over in the hollow now. The moment they're fairly in it, 1 give the word." Twenty—thirty seconds Of breathless silence. Then a quick gesture; a quick, low toned, but imperative "Go!" Farther down to the left two other troop commanders havo been watching tho symptoms among the swarming lodges. "That isn't all there is to it, Rolfe." was the doctor's reply. "He is more than a soldier. He is a gentleman, and I know it" Over the eastward bluffs, cold and gray, the morning light had slowly crept to the zenith. Over the was spread one limitless pall of cloud, cheerless and repellent—a pall so dense that not one friendly star had peeped, not ono rift of sunshine now could force its way. All below, bleak, frowning and sulleu, a bare and blasted landscape; low hills and ridges east and west, low lying shallow and swale between, cheerless, treeless, shrubless, not even a veil of snow to hide its nakedness, to lend one pitying touch to break the dull, dead monotony of its wintry desolation; sweeps and slopes rolling away unbroken to the frowning horizon at the west, sterner, harsher lines among the bluffs across the tortuous stream bed, between whose ragged banks an icy, lonely and dismal rivulet is curdling now, spreading out into frozen shallows at the flats, moaning and complaining around its warjxnt and sudden bends, desolate as the surrounding desolation, deserted as the Dead sea, its Itanks repellent even to such sharers of Dakota solitudes as tliu coyote and the cottonwood, shunned of man or beast or tree—a stream of silence and gloom at the dawn of this December day, and so cheerless is its every surrounding, so appalling the unnatural bush, that one wonld never dream of life upon its blasted banks. "There'll bo tho devil's work this day, Thorpe." savs Gorham at last with gloomy brow. Yet when Rolfe expressed a desire to see and speak with Ellis later he calmlD begged the doctor to excuse him. needed $10 so badly that he was willing to give $100 for it. Knowing how close money matters r.ro at times on Wall street and what a high rate of interest parties on the Stock exchange are willing to pay for short loans on personal secnrity, Mr. Owenby no doubt would have been perfectly justified in stepping in and relieving distress in that way. ROBDED. Go they did, skimming over the pool above the rapids, leaping the narrow chasm where the black waters, dancing and frothipg, had defied the ice king: ducking under the opposite bank; carbines in hand, revolvers at thu hip, cartridges gleaming iu every belt; and aftei them, leaping, yet bending low, went Brewster. Aaother moment and they reached the mouth of the ravine, burst through the powdery drift, and then, Brewster leading, eyes everywhere, almost on all fours, they scurried along Lialf waf np the opposite (dope, keeping well under the crest and just at the edge of the deep drifts to their rijrht Fiftv— sixty yarus they made tneir rapid way, aud then aroand a little bend and among great heaps and mounds of glistening, shimmering white there ryse an oddshaped heap, only a trifle liigher than its fellows, and from the midst of it there projected a dingy, whity-br'own canvas, slanting to tne north, and with a cry of delight half stifled in his lips Carroll Brewster leaped into the snow, floundered to his armpits in the powdery drift, and in a moment more had forced his way through the fragile white wall liefore him, had seized the handle of the door and Winifred Berrien, starting from her mother's clasping arms, blinded foi *n instant by tho glare of radiant suniltine. barelv able as vet to rallv from thf stumor like slumber into which she nao fallen, heard her name called in the joy ous tones she knew so well and saw her lover, a stalwart, glowing, rejoicina young snow god, all sparkling with the white crystals, all glisteiyng in the glorious learns, gazing upon her with a love light in his brave blue eyes that brought instant glow to her own wan and pallid cheek. And then, liefore she could even speak, before her mother could emerge from the enfolding robes a ebont was heard, then the sudden ring of a rifle idiot, followed instantly by an other, the sput as of a whiplash on the canvas top. Something tore it* way through the roof and front with spiteful ,4 •_ H zip. So please give as fall and complete a sketch of Governor Jones up to his thirtieth year as possible, stating antecedent, of both his father andj his mother in full, who they were and whore they came from. Some say they came from the mountains of Tennessee. I am going to try to make some votes in here where the Alliance, however, is very strong. One-half a column of Governor J.'s geneaology would make hundreds of votes. Yours for the belt. And Thorpe only bows his head. Three hours later look upon the scene. Tho open prairie on the hither side of tho village is no longer tenantless, as it was at dawn. Two parallel lines confront e.n'h other there. But just why Brewster would not go home with the wounded the boys could not quite understand. He would lie off duty for months. He might not swing saber again for a year. Miss Berrien was there, all readiness, no doubt, to thank him warmly for all he had done to save her and her mother from the blizzard, from the Indians, and heaven knows what all—to bless him for hie rescue of papa—to beam upon him with those wondrous dark eyes, thought poor Ridgeway, who felt somehow that, afteT ill, his cake was all dough. And yet fnrly wouldn't go. What was more, he lad never so much as exchanged one word with Winifred Berrien from the moment of the discovery of the ambulance. It was "B throop," as Murphy said, that had the honor of conveying the ladies on to camp oud the bedside of the astonished major. It was a blow to Winifred to learn that within twelve hours after their arrival the old battalion had ridden away, Brewster with it. In dogged submission to the orders of their captors and the mandate of the big white chief which has been laid before them, silent, sullen, muffled to the eyes in dingy robe or blanket, the braves have slowly moved out from their lurking places among the tepees and shnffled down the gentle slope until well away from tho outskirts of their town, and just in front of a long, silent rank if dismounted troopers they squat upon the ground. No word is spoken by either side. Here crouch tho savage leaders of the hostile tribe, and, in long extended line, scores of their fiercest and bravest. Others still lurk among the squaws and lodges. Others i)eer with glittering, malignant eyes from under heaps of foul smelling robes or parfleches. Those in the outing glance but furtively at the blue lino before them. They are silent as tho dead, yet the war cry trembles on their lips. They wait, but wait exjDectant. They crouch, but it is tho tiger's crouch, ready for a spring. The wort han bec:i passed that all arms must bo surrendered, and every arm is there, ready, hidden, but ''With tho lightning sleeping in it." But the letter written by Mr. Owenby, of this state, was received by officers of the law, as I understand it, and Mr. Owenbv's motives were impugned. He did not know this till one day in July, when he happened to be looking over his motives and saw something peculiar about them. ■ii—iw How Governor Jones ran in Activity I have not yet heard, but if "Subscriber" got in a half column of genealogy no doubt hundreds of votes were made there. We should try this fall to keep poli-« tics pure. I believe we can. The disagreeable things were said before, when the same candidates were before the "All hope of bloodless solution of the difficulty is now at an end. Even the most peacefully disposed among the reservation Indians are furious over what they do not hesitate to term the slaughter of tl:eir clansmen in the three affairs that have recently occurred, and it is an open set ret that at general headquarters the gravest annoyance is felt over the total overthrow of carefully laid plans, all caused by the injudicious conduct of certain hot headed officers of cavalry. The friends of White Wolf, the frincipal 'biave' shot by Major Berrien's troopem, declare that hf and those with him were friendly and were only striving to reach the major with the news that courier)} were coming, hoping thereby to earn something to eat, for they were cold and hungry when they were fired on without warning, and even while making signals of jieace and friendship White Wolf was slain. Then the Brules who were with them could not be restrained, and attacked the couriers in revenge."Mr. Guthrie is now in a highly nervous and excitable state, which naturally reacts upon Nita. 1 wish we could get her away from here. He went west, you remember, when he left her with us at Pawnee. He went in the hopes of finding some trace of Mr. Worden, so 1 learn now, and to urge the immediate return to St. Louis of Jack's old and intimate friend to demand justice at the hands of the Percivals, for he was ruined irretrievably by Percival's accusation when dismissed from the bank. But he has vanished utterly, and 1 know that they have about given him up for dead. A detective agency has been at work for months, and twice of late men have come to the house asking if it were not possible to find somewhere a picture of Mr. Worden; but Nita says none exist that she knows of. I believe that she burned all that she had. "Holy Joe," as the parson had been termed, knew well the day when, jn the seclusion and simplicity of his seminar) life, he would have swallowed whole just such statements and turned up the whites of his eyes in sympathetic horror at the recital. But the man of God on the banks of the Merrimac and his brother in the cross on the upper Missouri see very different sides of the vexing Indian question. "Holy Joe" at Pawnee this sparkling month of January was mad clear through at the indignities and aspersions cast upon his bluecoated comrades.' He wrestled with the brethren of his cloth and downed them. He even dared to establish a censorship of the press and to keep from the hands of his precious wounded those jourhals which had assailed the Twelfth. Soon after he read in the St. Louis paper that his letter had been prin and that the public had been surmise that Mr. Owenbv wish take advantage of the financial sion and get an exorbitant rate terest on his ten dollars. Strangers liave impugned Mr. by's motives, and he does not knc to do for it. As a resident of this I am clad to come forward with pie explanation regarding the and insert here a letter he sent Citizen, of Asheville, showing happened. Those who know Mr. by here in North Carolina say that had received the money he would relieved distress with it; but the to whom he wrote were arresteu police and treated shamefully. "I know why Curly doesn't dare go back," said one of the sages of the bachelor mess. "He's afraid Knowles will come out and insist on lugging liiui off to town to be nursed under his roof or else of her going out to nurse him. Begad! it may be tough, but it's a heap safer here." And so "Antinous" remained with his fellows in the wintry field, and old Berrien, who never could be got to write a letter to anybody, found he could stand it no longer. He bade Berengaria write and say—well, something; something really must be said about how they appreciated his conduct; "bygones be bygones;" something, anything; he didn't know; she did; she always ksew just what to say. "So write, Bess." Yet, listen! Unseen, but dominant, the sun has risen above the eastern hills, and, as the light broadens even where it cannot warm, there floats upon the air from far away at the southwest, faint and clear, a cavalry trumpet call: soft at first, then crescendo, it ceases suddenly iu shrill high note. It thrills through and through a rare atmosphere unruffled by the fleeting wing of hardiest bird. Like the wistful call of scattered quail it seems to say, "Where are you?" And prompt, expectant of the coming 6f faithful mate, listen again! From the dim recesses to the north, somewhere among these bare aud desolate slopes, the auswer rises, quick, ringing, even imperative, and the signal reads, "ThiB way." "Why will she not trust me and tell me about it—she who used to have no secret from me? We know that he was deeply in love with her and that she was believed to care for him, but there was a fearful scene between him and Mr. Guthrie over poor Jack's body. The old gentleman was wild with grief, and in his misery he upbraided Worden sis the cause of it all—accused him of being the thief and cursed him for concealing the crime at the expense ol Jack's life and honor. Possibly he did believe it then, but since Percival's death everything is changed. 1 believe he would give all he owns to make amends to Worden now, and sometimes I think that that is what is killing Nita." He had had his hands full, poor fellow, long before the wounded came, for those were dire dayBand nights after the news was flashed to the post and the widowed and fatherless in their affliction were thrown upon his hands. Poor Mrs. Thorpe! Ah, she was only one of several. There was wailing among the wives and little ones dowu where once the soldiers' families were so thickly clustered. There were other households in dread anxiety. There were wwiuen broken down with grief and sleepless watching. There was ono so ill she tould not even now be told she would tever look upon the face of her gallant loldier again. But draw the veil. It »a3 on such bleeding hearts and on the men who bore the brunt of the fiercest fighting t)f the campaign that the lash of press and pulpit fell. Back among those brown, ding}- tepees. breathless with excitement, squaws arCD scurrying to and fro; children are being huddled away to the farther side. "Look r.t that. Cnrly," mutters Warren under his frozen mustache, as he passes rapidly along in rear. "Isn't that enough to show they mean mischief?" Some of the Indian police and interpreters are still searching for warriors in hiding. Yet liai not the old chief bowed his assent to the orders and given his directions that his jteople should comply: Nothing must be, can be done so long as the Indian makeu no overt move. The dismounted men of two troops are in long single rank. Some of the men shiver a little, for cold and excitement are telling now, as in many cases overcoats have been thrown aside, but brave men tremble ofttimes until the first shot comes, and then the nervous strain is gone, for the hot blood leaps and tingles through the veins. Back some distance the horse herders are aligned. Off to the flanks and rear comrade troops gaze silently on tho scene. From the crest of a low bluff the black muzzle of the Hotchkisa gun peers from its knot of watchful batterymen. Farquhar, vigilant and grave, lias just sent Warren with other orders. A hnlfbreed Indian steps forth, as though to carry its import to the chiif. At him the eyes of the old maniac of a mcdicine man glare with tigerish fury. lie lowers his feathered Lead. He crouches. "As for the affair at Wolf cieek after the blizzard there is unspoken denunciation among the Indians, and the damnation of faint praise' in other quarters of the conduct of a cavalry officer present. The Indians declare they had gone out only to gather up their ponies. The sight of the mules told them there must be an ambulance stalled somewhere in the drifts, and they were eagerly searching for it to render succor and ipd when they were fired upon from ambush by the lieutenant and his men, and two of their ponies were killed and one young Indian shot through the leg. The Indians declare they could easily have killed Major Berrien, but merely strove to defend themselves and explain. and that had they been hostile they could have finished the lieutenant and his little squad at the Wolf creek crossing long before reinforcements came. Altogether, there is something so plausible in their statements that it is understood that the conduct both of the major and at least one of his subalterns will be made the subject of official investigation." Mr. Owenby's letter fell into cers'hands among others, and watD ed. He wishes this plain statement made to show that his motives good order when he wrote the letter Yes, I wrote just as the St. Louis Glol Democrat Uad it, but not for the purpose th supposed. Several weeks ago Mrs. OweoL read tlie ad. I inclose, and we had up a bet as to what it Vras; to decide it of course we wrote on to them. A SOCTH CAROLINA DIVERSION. people for their suffrages. Pleasant little items of a personal character have been printed and now we are ready to enter into the campaign and each strive to make the wavering-voter understand matters regarding the tariff, which we do not understand ourselves. Need I add that I believe there will be a pure ballot in the south? Should there be fraud in my neighborhood, especially fraud that will cut down our vote, I will write a piece for the paper about it. South Carolina has a law which I understand requires the voter to present his registration ticket at the polls, and that is his identification. That is his letter of introduction, his right to exercise the right of franchise, and there can be no going behind it. "But I have, Dick." "Berengaria! And without my consent?"When I found thoy bad counterfeit money 1 determined to get a sample and all the proof nccessary and turn them over to the proper authorities. "Richard Plantageuet, Cueur do Lion, Tete de Veau, of course—ten days ago." "What did you say?" "Down! down upon the floor! both of yC*\ quick!" shouted Brewster, as lie slammed the door, and the nest instant they heard the order in bis ring ing tones, half stifled in the snow "Fire, men! Keep 'em off; Firer They heard the quick bang! bang! of carbines close at hand, the prompt response of rifles distant as were the first, the whistle of lead through the icy air the shrill yells of battling Indians, the fnriouB gallop of bounding hoofs. Every where to their front the rapid lire in creased. More yells, partly of triumph partly summoning additional warriors to the spot, then the muffled beat of coming hoofs, and in the midst of it mil Brewster's stern voice, calm and steady "Aim well, men. but tire lively Don't let them agaia g*t so close as to havea shot at the wagon. Watch that above all." Two—three minutes »the sound of battle raged about them,increasing at the front, A soldier voice was heard to say: "There's more of them coming, sir. You can sea them down there to the east. " And Mrs. Berrien's heart grew faint with fear. Winifred had buried her face upon her breast and closed her ears to the horrid sounds. And then, all on a sudden, the yells of the charging Indians seemed to grow fainter, then sounds of dismay arose among them then the cries were drowned in the clatter of ironshod hoofs and the chorus of soldier cheers. Murphy aud his little squad came whirling up the bank, and Mrs. Berrien's heart poured forth in praise and thanksgiving at the joyous Milesian bail: Groping through the bitter dstkow of the December night a cavalry column has sought and, just at the opening of this cheerless December dav. has found Its mate. The comrade battalions of the Twelfth are within hail. '* 'That that is what is killing Nita,"" read Holden again, this time half aloud, as he pondered over the word. Then a sound at the door attracted him. He glanced up quickly. Tbuy premeditated trouble by* my boldness in sending a billhead of my business, and had not sent the sample they promised. Then I was certain of their fraudulent business, and wrote them the letter referred to in the St. Louis papers. "Everything that was proper, I trust." "What did he say?" "Nothing." "Pidn't he answer?" But old Kenyon was in his element. To the best and kindliest of men there is in being able to say "Didn't } tell yon so?" a joy that surpasses the sweets of religious consolation. It was something to bear him declaiming among the artillery and infantry officers during the days that followed the announcement of official investigation at the expense of the Pawnee battalions. "Why, gentlemen," said he, "I have never ceased to thank God I didn't take the chance for promotion that came in the reorganization twenty years ago. I was one of the senior captains of infantry then. I could have got one of those cavalry vacancies just as well as not—been a yellow major ten years before the leaves dropped on my shoulders in the blue; but if by any chance I were ordered into the dragoons today I'd swap out or quit for good. From the time those Bloods and Piegans got their deserved thrashing at the hands of Tim Baker's battalion I've known enough to steer clear of it. Yon know those facts as well as I do. You know those Indians had been murdering, robbing, burning, pillaging, for two years. You know how all Montana begged and implored General Sheridan tq put a stop to it. There was no catching them until winter, and then when he sent those Second cavalry fellows up there with orders to thrash Bheol out of them, what was the result? Didn't the papers east and west turn to and damn him and them? Didn't they dub him 'Piegan Phil' from that time forth? No. sir, no cavalry service for me. There's only one thing harder than the knocks that they liavo been getting for the last twenty years on the frontier, and that's the knocks they've had to bear at home." "Oh. come in, sergeant. I did not hear you knock." I was too late, as others had worked up their case and arrested them in a day or two after this letter reached them. "Forward!" rings the signal from the southwest. Forward with them, then, around that point at the lovf bluff to our front, and in the ghostly, gathering light the scene is before us, the tale in almost told. HPow could he, Dick? You can't with two hands; he has but one, the left at that." "1 beg your pardon, sir," was the answer, in Ellis' deep voice, a faint flush rising to his pale, black bearded face. "I knocked twice at the outer door, and then, knowing the doctor to be here, ventured into the halL Am I too early, sir?" I did not want their Koods, but should have liked the amount Undo Sam would have given me had I not been too l:ite in bringing them to "He might have got somebody to write for him. I did." "So did he." justice. I hope this will silence every criticism regarding Mr. Owenby, for he says that these men "premeditated trouble and did not send him the goods." I feel certain that had Mr. Owenby received the goods he wonld have gone on and arrested the parties at once, paying his traveling expenses of course out of the money so received. P. A. Owenby. There, thickly dotting the prairie and covering the low ground, its wigwams smoke begrimed and dingy, lies an Indian encampment; but even in such shelter as this the hostile horde has fared far better than they who through the long, freezing night have kept watch and ward lest again the wary chief should slip through the meshes. It has come at last. The big warrior's fanatical braves have made their rush, Berrien's men the tackle. Back flew the signal with tho setting sun. Up through tbe night camo Farquhar with "the guards." "Thought you said he didn't say anything."Several years ago a large circus exhibited in Charleston, it is said, and notice was quietly given out by word of mouth that registration tickets would be taken at tho door for admission to the show. Fiv«5 thousand registration tickets were taken in one day and turned in by the'circus at reduced rates to the party making the arrangement. On election day they were voted by the party in some unobetrusive way, possibly in a tautological manner, but 1 mention it only to show that this is a reasonable and low priced method of obtaining an expression of the public wish. "Well, well, well!" said Kenyon. "Thank God I'm not serving a grateful nation in the heart of the Indian country. It's bad enough to be shft and worse to be lied about, and that is all the comfort there is in being a cavalryman, if I do say it who am nothing but a cross grained old crank of a doughboy. If this is what the Twelfth is to get for 'a mere affair of outposts,' what the devil will be said Of them if they should get into a regular pitched battle? Here, Mr. Adjutant, dump that paper io the fire, and don't let a woman at the post know anything about it. Know it already? How the mischief could they?" "Well, he didn't. He said everything that was gentlemanly courteous, appreciative, and yet—nothing. A model letter, Dick." "You are just in time. Come in. Shut that door and sit down. How's the arm to day, Ellis?" Obediently the tall trooper had stepped within and closed the door, but he still remained erect, a shade of hesitation in his manner. "The arm seems doing well, sir." "What does Winnie say?" "Nothing." "Didn't she see it?" But these men who advertise to give $100 for $10 do not do as they agree. At least that is my experience. I have" answered two or three of their ads.,intending to go on to JJew York and arrest them as soon as I got the money from them, bo that I would not have to make the journey at my own expense, but I have yet to deal with one of them who could be regarded as a man of integrity. * "Why should she, Dick? Two months ago you practically forbade their meeting."Then, suddenly, a catlike leap, a wild yell. Off goes eyerv blanket, as though hurled by tho explosion from within In simultaneous crash the flame and lead have leaped upon the trooper line, and now through tho veiling smoke every Iudian in fighting liko a demon. Pown goes many a sturdy soldier, veteran sergeant, brave faced boy. The (ine reels with the sudden shock, but in in instant men like Thorpe and Brews ter anil Randolph leap forward among tho men and their voices ring with the slamor of battle. Back up tho slope, jcurrying, stooping low, firing, dropping in their tracks, the Indians are makitig for tho shelter of their tepees—for tho skirts of the squaws. What Sioux woman fears to die in defense of her brave' What Sioux warrior disdains to shield himself from foeman's blow and to shoot from the covert of the sheltering form of his devoted wife? "And y«t yon yourself do not pick up as I could wish. Take that chair, Ellis: we shall not be interrupted, and 1 want to talk with you about your case. You have won houor and troops of friends in this campaign, and when the regiment gets back and they find you pale ami languid, so utterly unlike yourself and unfit to take your dnties as first sergeant, they will say I was at fault. Can't stand that, you know, so i have spoken to Major Kenyon about the matter, and he has directed that yon move out of the hospital forthwith and under my roof. No; keep your seat. You are to report to me for special duty in makiug up the field papers and repoits, and I shall need you right here where 1 can sniDorvise it all and look after you." "Oh, I know: but—I didn't know him then." "Not even after seven years' service with hinj, Dick?" v "Oh, well, that—that party in petticoats there in town, I didn't know her as well as—well, as after I heard all about her from those fellows in the Eleventh." Here in frOnt the four old troops we know so welj have phivered for hours about the village. Here, alert and determined, Rolfe and Hazlett, Thorpe and Gorliam, have clung to front, flank and rear, well knowing that so soon as the colonel got the news he would not only speed the second battalion on its way, but, gathering any other forces he could find, would ride tho long night through, if need were, to join his men. I will add also that, though I have not given the name of the party interested in this incident, it is only fair to say that it is a misfortune to any party to have votes that can be bought so low down. "There were half a dozen of them, sir, at Mrs. Hazlett's reading another copy of that paper as I came down. And poor Mrs. Thorpe is crying her eyes out. She's been utterly upset since the news came that the Twelfth had been sent out. Good God, sir, she's coming in now!" Swindles are common everywhere, and I find that I get along very poorly in the sleuth business. My purse was taken in New York one day on the street, hut the fiend in human form was richly punished for his wickedness. All that the parse contained was a poetoffice money order that I had tried for six weeks to get the money on, but being a stranger in New York, and the cashier at the postofiu-e being also a stranger in the city, thct men who knew me and came there to identify me were strangers to the cashier, as we moved in a different set and were both very littie known in trade circles, his frieads being men who were trying to live on their salaries in the postoifice department, and mine consisting of s widow lady in /moderate circumstances who let me a small hall bedroom at the time. So the thief got the worst of it. If he got the money on the order it was more than I could do. "But I knew her, Dick, from the start." iy There is still time to send several good circuses into South Carolina before the 1st of November. "I know yon did, Bess. You said so; and I suppose I've been an ass," said Berrien ruefully. It was indeed poor Mrs. Thorpe who entered, pallid, her eyelids swollen with weeping. % Old Kenyon was on his feet in an instant and leading her to a chair. Stern and silent Rolfe is standing at the bank of the stream, wearied enough, yet certain that there is no rest before them. On him as senior the command has devolved in the absence of the beloved major now being tenderly nnrsed and comfortably trnndled homeward in the warm interior of a Pullman. No excitement, no cheer attends the coming of the column now at steady, soldierly gait winding into the shallow depression. Rolfe knows that without Farquhar and his re-enforcements attack upon or interference with so formidable a band would be worse than desperation. He knows that with Farquhar hit! own position will be only that of subordinate, and that he must obey. He knows how, were he supreme, a thousand troopers at his back, he would conduct matters now. But Farquhar is a soldier long accustomed both to obedience and to command; Rolfe is one to whom obedience comes with laggard grace, to whom command is opportunity for Javjafi vent of his imperious will. "You sometimes do cross the danger line, Dick, dear. That is, when J let von." Lately we have been looking into natural history here as a relief from politics. Evenings we experiment with the insect life. I do not refer to the terrapin du chambre sometimes allowed to run the mediocre hotels, but have been told recently by a friend who is thoroughly trustworthy that for real fun there is nothing of a refined character that approaches the delights of feeding a toad with lightning bugs. "To hell wid 'cm, fellers: Sure all B throop's comin—not two miles behindT "My dear madam, my dear madain." he began, "yon must not give way bo. 1 assure you there is 110 cause for such dread and anxiety. Do strive to control yourself." The major had nothing to say in response to this accusation. He pondered in silence a moment. "Well, a fellow can change his mind, can't he, as well as a woman?" For a moment the two men sat gaziug straight into each other's eyes. Then again, trembling slightly, Ellis strove to rise. CHAPTER XIIL "Dr. Holden, I—1 ought not to take advantage of this. Indeed 1 cannot." "I cannot! oh, Major Kenyon, I cannot! I liavo been through so much, auch fearful scenes!" she sobbed, wringing her nervous hands, rocking to and fro in an agony of grief. "Oh, it is easy for those who have not lived the life we had to live in the old days to counsel patience, calmness. I was only a child then, kneeling at my mother's side when the news came in that widowed half the women in the post. I spent my girlhood in the regiment. How many are left of officers who were so good to me then? Mother was only one of a dozen whose hearts were broken—broken as, oh, Clod! I feel mine is to be. They took my father long years ago, now they demand my husband, my babies' father, my all, their all! O God! O God!" "Foi God's sake, men, head 'em off! Don't let tliem back among the women," is the yell. But Indian tactics, stooping to anything, stopping at nothing, aro tun much for men trained' to fight only as soldiers and gentlemen. Already squaws are rushing forward, kuife and revolver in hand. Already the hidden savages are firing from under tent or travoir. Already a score of the best and bravest of the Twelfth have bit the dust. Curly Brewster's arm is smashed by rifle DD'•.! let; Thorite, cheering on his men, heading tliem in their rapid return lire plunges suddenly to earth with one gasp ing cry, "Oil, God! My little ones!' Rolfe, riding 'like mad a dozen yard.-, ahead of his men in wild effort to cut off tho backward move, tumbles in senseless heap at the v(*ry feet of a knife wielding fury of a woman, who is only laid low just as her clutch is on his hair, her gleaming blade at his throat. Aye, on this bleak and barren and cheerless field, under these leaden skies, beside the black waters, streaked now with curdling red the battle fiend is loose; there is, indeed. "Not as well as a woman, Dick. Still he can change. And suppose a certain fellow were to change his mind now and take six months' leave and go away to be cured?" "That will do, sir," was the quietly smiling reply. "Orders are orders, sergeant, and being a patient you are doubly under mine. What's more, you can ask no question until that chevron is replaced by the shoulder strap. Ellis, under what name shall the officers of the Twelfth ask that you be made one of their number?" But toward the end of January the old post was beginning to pluck up heart again, and to the keen delight of Mrs. Berrien and Winifred their particular major was able to drive with them, bundled up in his furs, and lolling back in the cushions of Berengaria's barouche, as he termed his wife's comfortable carriage, with that rejoicing matron by his side distributing smiles and sunshine and joyous nods of recognition wherever sho went, everybody waving hand or hat or handkerchief as they bowled along, and Winifred—bonny Wiuifred—beaming upon her father from tiso front seat. Very, very sweet Miss Berrieu was looking just now, said all who saw her; yet there was a shade of wiatfulueas in her face, a constant expression about those deep, dark eyes that seemed to tell they were ever on watch for one who never came. Shattered as was his saber arm. Curly Brewster had scoffed at the idea of being sent back to Pawnee. Try it. The toad will swallow anything you give him, as every one knows, but few have had the enterprise to try this experiment. He does not kill the insect by swallowing it, and as he is transparent he lights up like a Japanese lantern. Before the firefly is smothered the sight on a dark evening is one long to be remembered. You can read the toad's inmost thoughts. "What! Brewster change his mind?— about Winnie, do you mean? Why, confound him! I'd round him up so quick—. The idea of his going back on Winnie! Why if I thought such a thing possible I'd have hiin here on his knees at her feet inside of a week." Quite a fraud has been unearthed in St. Paul in the past summer by the timely report of a Scandinavian, who wrote the following letter to the mayor and thus brought the parties to justice. It is a curiosity to those who have made a study of the Scandinavian dialect: Making no reply, the sergeant bowed his head and covered his face with his hands. "Oh, no, you wouldn't, Dick," said she, laughing softly. "Wouldn't? Why not?" "Just because two women wouldn't let you—I for one, Winnie for two." [TO BE CONTINUED,] Do not turn away, dear reader, with a look of unbelief, for what I have written here is worthy of a trial if you have never tried it. The way the tears of grateful warmth come to the eyes of the toad when the lightning bug begins to illuminate his third stomach is enough to repay you for racing through the dewy forest after fireflies, accompanied by no one perhaps but a grown up girl who is afraid of the dark. Try it, gentle reader. When a toad lights up his spare room it looks mighty hospitable in there. Dear Sir—I am vonderini? if you have any naledges of that sttt.se svindling 1m going on on Savent St., and I vill now tuiy you voth it is. Thar is som dad bit that huve gat a colored man in a kedge,and sho hem for mony. Shargs 15 cents for admission and than tri to male people blive the have c.-vugth hem in arisona, as a villd man. "Oh, Ocdl My little oncsV There was jsilence and anxiety in the "Maudie," he faltered after he had made his trembling confession and the dear girl had said yes, "shall—shall— are you gfting to—to tell anybody about it?" An Oversight. "You still think she cares for him?" long range of winter camps about the Orders or no orders, if ho had the power he would deal death to the rabid renegades before him. Orders to "bring «n the Indians, but not bring 011 a tight," to his thinking are orders like those which should ferbid a man's going to water until he had learned to swim. Orders to disarm but not molest nro limply something to be laughed to scorn. When were the Sioux ever known to surrender those precious arms? Such things when reported in years gone by turned out to be as rusty shams as the arms turned in. Ro!«fe was in mood as sullen as the morn, and the signs alwut the now bustling village were not to his liking. Over among the tepees blanketed squaws were scurrying about, their "I won't answer that, Dick. But this," with sudden change from her laughing manner, "I will say, no matter what she cared or how she suffered, neither you nor I, Dick, nor any one of us on this wide earth, would ever wring one word from her lips." agency. Tho Twelfth were gone, nobody knew jijst where; but over to the north, over twyjinl those frowning "Bad Lands"—all th& tiaore wild and treacher ons now that tho snow had filled ever.v rift and pravtee, for the jagged surface was one mass of pitfalls—other buttal ious of horse were also gone, and the vigilant watch over those Indians still clustering about their old haunts in the valief \Vy» r#douti|ed. The h*a*i«r guns of .t|e tfeld fctieryjqpuiiaaadtd the sraotfy lodges,'the ligTuer pieces were aWay with the cavalry. The infantry, muffled to their eyebrows, manned the rifle pits and guard line and threw their aholtarina wimrs over the deserted "Sobbing, rocking to and fro in her uncontrollable grief, the poor girl clung to Kenyon's hand, and the old fellow's eyes blinked and smarted with the tears he could not quite force back. He laid the other hand upon her bowed and swaying head. I do not blive in such a robery from por peopcl, that dont now of any bater and to go in thar and pay fifteen cent for to so a negro that isastam as the fast. I)o you blive it is rigth to lat tham do so. I like sport bout I like to su it in a far play. Your Fraind for Aver. "How can I keep from telling it, Harold?" said tho maiden, with downcast eyes. "My lips are not sealed." And Harold attended to the sealing at once.—Chicago Tribune.  And over at Holden's things were going on in an odd groove. It was Kenyon who was a frequent visitor there now, not Rolfe. Mrs. Holden was still in St. Louis with her olive branches, for the doctor had frankly told her that just so long as he had all these wounded ou his hands the children would be in his way. Very few people here would pay fifteen cents to see a negro "that is as tam as the rast." "My child," he said brokenly, "for your babies' sake try to bear up. Bo your father's daughter. I knew and loved him well—knew you when you rode your first pony at the old fort up the Missouri. You know well I wouldn't try to deceive you. I can't think the Twelfth is to bear tho brunt of this business. They don't belong in that department at all. They are only bor- "the devil's work this day," but where the blamo lies as between the soldier who must tight or die and those who, far and near, east and west, so promptly lashed him as squaw shooter, babe slayer, let the Orxl of battles decide. CHAPTER XIV. "What's the use?" he said. "I would be utterly alone there, while here I have all the fellows about me. What better care do I need?" "That hired man of youra is a hard worker. Hero it is his lunch hour and he is still mowing the lawn," said Browne, who was visiting Dronson tho other day. A Fair Distribution. Politics is active here. Much«£alk is heard regarding the late congress. Here in North Carolina and elsewhere the opinion prevails that congress has had too many inen in it who have been so busy watching the "home paper" that they have had no timo to devote to legis- In the midst of all their trials and an noyances, in the thick of the whirl of events that followed their sharp and sudden fight, the officers and men of the Twelfth found themselves morn closely drawn together even than before. Verv "Yes; John usually mows tho lawn during lunch hour, and lunches the rest of the time."—Harper's Bazar. S. B. Durfey, mate of steamer Arizona, bad his foot badly jammed. Thomas' Eclectric Oil cured it. Nothing equal to it for a quick pain reliever. A month later and Holden has his wounded safely housed under the roof of the hospital at old Pawnee, many "He means me," said Jennie to Miss Guthrie, with prompt resentment. "But be savs next mouth he'U come on here—