THE NEBRASKA ADYERTISEB
IV. XV. HANDIIK", Pulillnlmr.
NEMAHA, -
NRBHASKA.
TWO CITIES.
Two cIIIch lyliiK together
One full of dust and strife,
And tlio weary, hopeless, batllo
For Kiln and fiwnu nnd llfo.
The otlicr, crowded with people,
Yet ohl ho calm and mill,
With tho green grass ltlto a carpet,
Unsolled on vale or hill.
Thero are fret within tho city,
Hut thny seem content to rent;
And hands that Ho close fotded
Over each tranquil bream ;
And eyes that behold no lienuty
In earth, or sen, or sky;
And hearts that have ceased tholr
throbbing.
Full satisfied, they lie,
In the Hood of noontldo glory,
In the moonlight's peaceful i;low;
Peasant and lord together,
Ah tho suasnns eomo and go.
Two cities upon tho borders
Of a river dark and wide
Ono whero tho people tremble
To croHH tho swelling tide.
And enter tho Icy waters
With prayers and hated breath;
This Is the land of tho living
Tho river, tho men call Death.
Ono stop and tho other elty,
With Its shnfts of tnarhlu white
Marking tho narrow dwellings,
Thorns ii) before our sl;ht.
Homo day wo shall Join tho sleepers
Who rest beneath tho sod,
And llvo In "Clod's silent nore,"
That never a foot hath trod.
Mzzlo DoArmond, In Ohio Farmer.
An Army Wife,
BY CAPTAIN CHARLES KING.
Wvwwvii
ICopyrlctiteJ. 1B96, by P. Tennyson Ncely.
HVNOl'SIS.
Chapter I. Fannlo McLnnc, a young
widow, la Invited to visit tho CJraftons
at Fort Sedgwick. Her slater tries to dis
suade her, as Ilandolph Merrlam (whom
sho had Jilted for old Mcl.anc) and his brldo
aro stationed there.
Chapter II. Fannlo McLano's wedding
causes family feeling. A few months later
alio, whllo travellnB with her hiiBband,
meets Merrlam, on his wedding trip.
Chaptor III. Some tlmo previous to this
Merrlam had gono on a government sur
vey, fallen 111, and had been nursed by Mrs.
Tremalno and daughter Florence. A hasty
nolo from Mrs. McLano's stepson takes
him to the plains.
Chapter IV. Young McLano dlotntes to
Morrlam, a dying message, which Is sent
to i'arry (a young Chicago lawyer and
brother-in-law of Mrs. McLano). Reply
causes Merrlam to swoon. Ho Is taken to
tho Trcmalnu's; culls for Florence
Chapter V. Engagement of Florence
Tremalno to Merrlam Is announced; wed
ding shortly follows.
Chapter VI. Mr. McLano Is mysterious
ly shot In Han Frunclaco. Merrlam Is
greatly oxclted when ho rends account In
papers. Whllo still In mourning Mrs. Mc
Lano prepares to visit Fort Sedgwick.
Chapter VII. Mrs. McLano arrives at
tlio fort. Morrlam Is startled at tho news,
n ml ho and his wlfo absent themselves
from tho .formal hop that evening.
Chaptor VIII. Mr. and Mrs. Merrlam
pay their respects to tho widow on an
evening when sho would bo suro to have
m'any other callers. When the call hi
returned Merrlam Is away, and his wife
pleads lllnem as excuso for not seeing
her. Mrs. McIana rocolves telegram: "Ar
rested, Chicago. Your undo stricken par
alysis. You will bo summoned. Secure
papers, otherwlso loso everything. C. M."
Sho faints and Is revived with dllllculty.
Chapter IX. Mrs. McLamt desires to seo
Morrlam. Grafton persuades him to go,
but tho widow io8tporios tho meetlntr till
next noon.
Chapter X. Florence learns Merrlam
haa been to seo Mrs. McLano, and In a
storm of passion will not allow him
to explain. Shortly after Merrlam is In
tercepted by Fannlo McLano as ho Is pass-
ins inrougn urarton'B yard. Florence wit
nesses tho mooting, which sho supposch
has been prearranged, and swoons.
Chapter XI. Mrs. McLano begs Morrlam
for papers given him by her stepson, but
which ho tells her were all forwarded to
I'arry. Morrlam upon leaving her learns
of a raid by greasers upon tho stables who
hud killed ono of tho guards and wounded
another.
CHAPTKH X1.-Co.tinuj:i.
There wns no difficulty in learning at
the wretched shuck at tho edge of the
reservation which way they had gone.
Nine at least were in the party, and the
hoof tracks led away southwestwnrd
across Ujo (hit until they struck the line
of the railway, two miles west of the
Junction. Here there seemed to have
been n brief halt, discussion, possibly a
divide, nnd a split. Two horses had
crossed the track and gone south; the
others, veering westward, had "lit out"
for the Santa Clara, and Itnndy Mor
rirun, a trifle hungry now, was wishing
with all his heart he had gone first to
Florence, and left the inspection of the
stables until afterwards. It was some
where about two o'clock when they
started. The men were booted uud
spurred, but Merriam was in ordinary
trousers, and the troop horse he rode
was quick to And the spur was gone
and slow to mind the heel. The McClcl
Inn saddle, too, with its upright pommel
and entitle, worried him after the ease
of his own Whitman. When dawn came
he was well-nigh ready to give up the
chase nfter fording the Santa Clara and
finding the trail had turned northwest
ward, when a sharp-eyed trooper swore
lie could see the quarry making for tho
foothills and not two miles ahead; so
Merrlam borrowed a single spur and
pushed vehemently, vigorously on,
Then broad daylight came, and thorn
could be no doubt they wore gaining,
The chute" lvns hot, The p'umtidd were
tossing off saddle bugs, riatas, and oth
er detachable horse furniture to lighten
their weight, but they stuck to their
guns and ammunition. Merrlam's men
were considerably stmngoul, not more
than six being well up within support
ing dlslnnee, when the fact that they
were in range of the greasers wan dem
onstrated by the zip nnd sing of a bul
let close alongside.
"That's business," muttered the
trooper who rode close on Ii Ik left rear.
"Shall I try a shot, sir?"
Mcrrinm shook his hend. The situa
tion hnd few points in it favor.
Obedient to his orders to pursue and
capture the gang, Handy hnd ridden
hnrd, yet over many n mile had he asked
himself the questionSuppose fihoy re
sist arrest, what's to be done? lie had
no warrant, lie was not even a deputy
sheriff, not even the humblest con
stituent of a posse comitntus. If lie or
his men returned their fire and shot
some of these unnatural nnturulized
voters nnd citizens, like as not an in
dictment for murder -would be hanging
over his head, if not hanging him in the
course of a fortnight. True, there was
no tlheriff within 70 miles, and long be
fore the civil authorities could be
brought into piny the murderers of
Urady would be scattered all over the
face of the enrth. All the snme, tinder
the strict interpretation of the civil
law, Lieut. Merriam knew that he and
his people hnd no more business trying
to arrest these renegades than they had
to vote nt a territorial election. In
point of faet,vllke nuiny another officer
and man, soldier of Uncle Sam on the
broad frontier, lie was aware of the fact
that even a horse thief had more civil
rigOitsthan the trooper. His expedition,
therefore, in the eye of the law was
nothing more nor less than a lawless
dash, winding up in a possible free
figlit, and all against tho pence and dig
nity of the people of New Mexico. Per
haps Buxton knew this, too, but the or
ders lie gave were peremptory, and Mcr
rinm ncverstopped to reply, reason why,
or expostulate. Hut now when the
renegades began to shoot the reasoning
why had to be done. His men were hot
for battle so was he but the nation
expects of its oflleers that, no matter
what the temptation, provocation or ex
asperation, they keep cool hends and
tempers, only shoot when the law per
mits, 'hut then shoot to kill. No claim
of self-defense could be allowed. They
were t!he pursuing nnd therefore the
nttackingparty.and, though these Mex
icans were followed red-handed, hot
footed, there could be no question what
a civil jury would say if any of their
dingy hides were punctured by the balls
of a brutal soldiery.
Zip bang! a second shot. Bing-8"-'fer
wrrrrr bang! another, and Corp
oral Tlutts ducked his head and swore
and Trooper Mullen's charger squealed
and lunged and klcked.viciously with the
seam of a bullet scathing his flank nnd
plowing the "haunch. They were clos
ing on the rufllaus fast, then, nnd the
temptation was overpowering. "I can't
ride my men in to be shot down like
dogs," growled Handy. "In for a penny
in for a pound. They started It, any
way," he said to himself, then turned in
saddle and 'waved high his foragecap.
"Close up! Close up, men!" he cried,
meaning to draw rein, slacken speed a
bit, and get all his party together be
fore closing for action. The Mexie'nns
were plainly winded. Their half-starved
brutes hnd curried them under bloody
spurring as far as they could and were
now bnrely stnggering along. What
their riders dreaded was summary
bringing up to the railway telegraph
poles if enptured. Hotter die fighting,
mj Id the lender, nnd fight It was.
They were close to the entrance of a
little ravine that set in among she bnr
rcu slopes from the open ground to the
east. All the way from the Santa Clara
tlio ascent had been gradual but dis
tinctly marked, and just as the fore
most rider spurred around theahoulder
of the hillside his panting broncho
stumbled, went down, rolled helplessly
over and lay there dead to kicks, curses
or blows. Three of the gang lushed on
ward, leaving their countryman to his
fate, but two of them, better nerved,
reined up, alighted, and, throwing
themselves flat upon the ground, opened
again a rapid and telling fire from their
Winchesters. "Mini! el Teuiente," was
the word, linked with a savage Spanish
curse that hissed from the black lips of
the nearest, and in an Instant Merrlam
became the target for the sharp fire of
three magazine rilles, famous for their
n ecu racy at no greater distance than
the 400 yards that now separated them.
Almost before ho could realize it Handy
felt a sharp sting just at the outer edge
of his bridle arm, and knew that the
blood gushed from the wounjl. Then
all of a sudden his poor troop horse
plunged heavily forward, and, groaning
and struggling, went down in a heap,
bearing his rider helplessly with him.
Two minutes more, as homo of the
men dismounted and with rapid and
effective fire scattered the Mexicans to
sheltorwlthin the ravine, Corporal Mutts
anfl a trooper succeeded In pulling .Mer
rlam free from the madly lashing, strug
gling, stricken brute, and then it ivn
found that their pallid, upccehlcKs 'cod
er had received some serious li-jury.
All the breath was knocked out of his
body and the bridle arm was broken
midway between the wrlut njid elbow.
That ended the uliaso. Four or five
men, It is true, took advantage of the
fact that the lieutenant was knocked
out to flash ahead ami have a iierauiml
nffnir with .tho gronWiH, and later. In
the day, when, nfter a long, long ride,
Trooper Mullen reached a friendly
ranchman on the Santa Clara and had
him send out his spring wngon for the
wounded oflleer, these cnthuslnsts came
drifting back, there was reason for be
lief that their ammunition hnd not
been entirely spent In vain. Hut it was
a worn-out. used-up detnehment, es
corting a two-wheeled, improvised am
bulance, that recrosscd the Snntn Clara
late that afternoon and was met there
by the assistant surgeon.
"I hope you saw Mrs. Merrlam before
yon started," was Handy's faint greet
ing. "She wasn't much worried, was
she? I tried to scrawl a line or two,
and we made the messenger swear I
was,only lamed by the fall of the horse.
You saw her didn't you?"
"No o," hesitated the doctor, "I
didn't, Merriam. You see there wasn't
time. You know how It is with old
Hux. Steady with that stretcher there,
steward, dust let me slip this support
under the lieutenant's shoulder. You
know Hux insisted on my starting in
stantly." "Hut who took my note to her then?
Who went to her?" persisted Handy.'
"It It would never do to have her
frightened now doctor."
"Oh, that'll be nil right, Handy. Don't
worry nbout that. I'm sure what she
has heard hasn't hurt her. Mrs. oh
yes, Mrs. Ilnyne wns over at your house
when 1 came away."
"Thank God for that!" murmured
poor Handy, as lie took the drink the
doctor gave him. "Heaven bless that
dear woman, anyhow. Now get nic
home as soon as you can, old fellow."
Hut the whispered caution to the
driver, given as the. doctor reappeared
nnd,inountlng,rodcnlongsidc,was: "Go
slow slow as you can." Then to the
hospital attendant who had ridden out
with him hemuttcicd: "Nowridcahead,
Harks, and see If there's airy news.
CIIAPTKH Nil.
When Florence regained strength
enough to move she crept slowly back
to her little parlor, where the beacon
lights that were to summon her hus
band were still faithfully, fruitlessly
burning. She looked in at the-dining-room
nnd its preparation for cheer and
welcome, and turned mvay witli a
shiver of disgust, and then, with a moan
of pathetic misery, threw herself into
an armchair and tried to think. What
should she do? What could she do? Her
love for Handy was so fond, so glowing,
that she had gifted him with t lie quali
ties of a god, leaning upon him in every
thing, trusting him In everything, rely
ing upon his word as though it were a
pledge on high; nnd yet within these
few hours he had, all unasked, given
her his promise not to see or speak with
that woman ngnln except he came ."irst
to her his wife and told her the in nl;
then hnd gone secretly, almost directly,
to meet his old love in the. shadows of
the nightlong nfterthe hour that usual
ly saw the hist light extinguished along
officers' row. 4
If her old friend from baby dnys, the
colonel, had come, to her and said that
4 to
zmrtLn.,
'fl'Vi
Carrying her rider hclpleaily with tier.
Hand J was false; if her idol, her be
loved father, hnd ndded his confirma
tion of the colonel's views, she would
have laughed them down so long as
Handy her hero Handy swore that
he was true. Many a woman will stand
by hca- lover against a world In evidence,
yet turn to stone against him when she
sees one apparent sign of interest in
another. Poor girl! He was her first,
her only love. He wns hers and only
hers, and should be only hers, for when
that other creature had scorned and
denied him, had he not been brought
sore stricken to her doors? Had she
not won him back to life through the
wealth and glory of her own unsuspect
ed love? From the day of their wed
ding until this woman came never hnd
she known a wish that wns not his. Day
and night she dreamed, planned, and
thought for him, sought only to make
herself worthier his love, dearer to his
eyes sweeter to his caress. Who was
there to compare with him in manli
ness. In courtesy, In knightly bearing?
What officer was the peer of Handy
what officer even in the dear old
lllllers with whom had been her home
from baby days? They ehlded her,
some of the girls, in what they called
her defection. "You used to say there
could be no regiment like the Killers,
Floy. You used to vow you'd never
marry out of the old regiment." "Aye.
bitf that wus be for Handy cume," was
her simple answer, and then they told
her Kaudy wn ltur world, ami proudly
khe answered: "I believe ho Is." They
wnnit'd her Home of the older and
wliwr matron art God knows they
had iniicb. on vyhleh to lms.ttt.tr vlw
""
It was never safe to love any man too
much, even Handy; to which sho an
swered with ounshlne in her eyes:
"How could one love Handy too much?"
Mind you, she never volunteered these
overflowings of her heart, but these
women had been her friends from her
earliest dnys. She was still shy, even
with him, but such well-meant warn
ings always seemed to put her on tliede
fcnslvc, as It were, and, poor child, fche
believed it her duty to her husband that
she should never allow him to go unde
fended, even though the attack were
intangiblo as a woman's sneer. And
they looked so well together, nnd he was
so proud of her, so devoted to her, "so
conscious of her," as some one snid.
Nowhere In tiiat garrison wns thero
man or woman who was able to say that
Handy had not borne himself as an al
most ideal lover and husband eversincc
that sun-kissed wedding day. Many
could even feel a sense of what is called
"agreeable disappointment," which al
ways strikes me as n phraseological
parallel for that other remarkable
euphemism of so many of our country
women ".she's enjoying poor health."
Yet withal, Florence had the sympathy,
the genuine affection of all Fort Sedg
wick, even in or rather notwithstand
ingher enthusiastic estimate of Han
dy's qualities as husband nnd as man,
and her own extreme beatitude as
wife. Then Mrs. Htixton ventured to
fire a shot, as she stood watching them
strolling homeward after parade one
evening, absorbed in one another, and
to observe to her own supremely In
different lord: "There now, Hux,
there's another girl making a fool of
herself over a man. only she's the sweet
est fool I ever knew in my born days."
Hux himself roared it out for Floy's
benefit not long after, and did It so that
half Fort Sedgwick heard it, for the one
valuable quality Hux possessed as a
cavalry ofiieer was his voice. The vol
ume of sound he could produce when
bellowing instructions to a regimental
skirmish line was something prodigious,
but of so rasping and exasperating a
timbre that his old-time derider, Hlakc,
likened It in force to a fog horn and in
staying power to boiled cabbnge not
a neat comparison but ono expressly
fitting.
And now, strangely enough, this mad
dest of nights poor Florence could not
get those words and that tone out of
her head. She had flushed and turned
speechless away at the time, hurt to her
soul and indignant, too, but the train
ing of her youth was strong. These
were people her father and mother had
taught her to respect, and though an
gry, Indignant remonstrance was in
her heart, she stifled the words that
strove to spring to her lips.
"I expect I've put my foot in it again
to-day," reported Hux to his better half,
when he got home.
"Well, I'm sure I'm never surprised,"
was the lady's prompt reply.
"I fear I've been rude to Col. Huston,
Handy," faltered Floy, when that gen
tleman came in from troop drill an hour
later.
"You couldn't be rude even to Hux,
my darling," was his answer, as he
folded her in his arms.
And these are not types of the "first
year wedded" and the "quarter cen
tury mated" love as seen In the arnry. I
have known many and ninny a couple
who have risen together through every
grade In the line, loved, loving and lov
ers to the end.
At one o'clock Florence had set her
lights in the parlor window. At two,
with that booming, gong-like sound re
verberating in her ears, that incessant
repetition of Huxton's coarse words,
sho had sprung from the chair in which
she had been brooding, writhing, shud
dering for half an hour, nnd then, tear
ing down the shade, close looping the
curtains, she hurried to tho hall and
locked nnd bolted the door. "Another
girl making a fool of herself for a man
another girl!" Godl how the words
rang resounded through her brain,
buzzed nnd whirred like nngry wasps
in her ears, hissed and rattled, aye,
stung like the venomous reptiles she
had learned to shun from early child
hood. "Making a fool of herself for a
man who would leave her so soon for
that painted yes that padded thing!"
They'd soon learn that an army-bred
girl loved, indeed, with all her heartand
soul, but could hnte. hate, hate as well!
TO UK CONTINUED.
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the officiating pastor came with them.
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afterward gathered in the best room
for social converse. Naturally their
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the day, and presently the good pus'or,
drawing a deep sigh, solemnly re
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has gone a long journey."
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