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i? cmm cdWTETs or FBHltnnFi® 6ra MJLMPJ &y CHARLES NORRIS BUTLER. jfo/Aar of “7/te JPerenpe of /-V&rr*>"Tenement/ 7K3ge<fj/Ty'f/ti&?£fci Copyrieht. 1905. by Charles Morris Butler. CHAPTER XXVIII.—Continued. It was thought by Denver that the retreat to civilization should be begun at once, while the confusion reigned on the inside, and before the main entrance to the tunnel should be dis covered. When the party reached the main quarters in the cave, the plunder was divided up as to weight and value. It was estimated by the leaders that considerably more than a million had been captured, besides a large quant ity of rare “Gems'' and the counter feiting plate which fell to Lang alone. When darkness fell, the cavalcade set out. The party was rather handi capped for lack of horses, on extras being procured. Some of the hardy rangers started out on foot, leading their mounts, trying to keep their stock fresh for the race they expected would follow detection when their flight was discovered. An advance and rear guard were placed over the train to guard against surprise. The party had not pro- , ceded very far before word was sent in from the front and rear both that ; suspicion pointed towards an ambush j and trap. The lines were drawn up , closer and preparations made to en gage in a running fight; the idea be ing to put as much space between the rangers and the city during the night as possible, to get into the open coun try before any real fighting would be gin. To chronicle in detail the adven tures of each of the important char acters in this history would take up too much space—and their mode of escape or death would be so similiai that it could hardly be of interest. Suf fice to say, then, that there was a running fight kept up between the ; regulars and a band of convicts all the night long. The regulators were handicapped by desiring to retain possession of the treasure as well as to escape. To do this, all the horses were massed in the center of the party, while two out of every three of their riders were ‘ sent in advance and around to draw off the fire. The Denver party went to work systematically, forming a fill the coach, so only 14 others were chosen by lottery; eight of the best and most spirited horses were then hitched to the coach and the regula tors took their placts, armed to the teeth. It fell to the lot of Philip Farnum to drive the quintette. But Louis Lang was no coward, and knowing the chances the driver had of ever living to get the coach outside the enclosure, mounted the box with him, ready to grab the lines in case Farnum was wounded. Lang protected himself as much as possible by placing a box and a few rail supports on the top of the coach in a manner that would give the out'®ws but <fne direction to shoot at him. The intention of the coach party was to cut an opening through the mob when they least expected it; to cause confusion by stampeding the horses and to draw off a large part of the outlaws after the coach to enable the regulators to withdraw from the farm carrying the treasure with them. Each moment was precious, for the convicts were being constantly re-in forced by strangers, fully armed, and who imbued spirit into the attacking squad by force of numbers. At last the moment came for action. The regulators prepared to open the gate preparatory to sending the coach out into the crowd. The gate swung in. the teams whipped into a madden ing gallop, but guided by a master hand, carried the coach loaded with human freight into the very center of the convict camp. Then real fighting began from the coach. The crack of guns were heard from all sides, but as luck would have it. the onslaughter was very much a surprise and the coach got fairly through the crowd be fore the truth dawned upon the out laws. The time necessarily taken up in capturing and mounting their horses gave the coach a good start. The out laws not knowing but that the gold was being sent out this way. had to give chase, and a running fight was kept up for perhaps a half hour, be fore the convicts succeeded in crip pling the horses to such an extent “String me up at once and be done with it.” square with sentinels about twenty feet apart each way. Knowing just where each man was stationed, the rangers fired repeatedly at their ene mies with certain results, while the convicts were unable to distinguish friend from foe and often shot at one another by mistake. When dawn broke the rangers with their treasure were within sight of Sub-station No. 1. and there they were reinforced by Johnson, four rebellious German girls, who could wield a gun as well as some of the men, and about twenty head of horses. This placed the regulators in very much better condition, as there were not over twice as many convicts pursuing them, and their stock in condition. The Paradisians were reinforced during the day by the inhabitants of the surrounding stations and new stock which, when evening came, made it look quite blue for the treas ure party. It was evident to Denver that if the convicts should make a de termined rush that his little band would be overpowered, not. however without loss of life to the citizens. If the citizens had been as brave and fearless a band of fighters as were Hanchett's troops, the fight would not have lasted an hour. But different motions actuated the two rival fac tions. One was fighting for life, the other simply to regain a fortune. Just as evening fell again the Den ver party arrived in sight of a range farm house, a huge wooden structure, shedlike, surrounded by a fence of rock and turf, making quite a place of defense. By consent of the owner, who came down from his house to meet the party and find out what the matter was. the Denver party were allowed to drive into the enclosure and there for a time secure from attack rest their steeds and get a bite to eat. The man dared not harbor our friends for any great length of time, for fear of the consequences—neither did the rangers dare to remain very long for year that too big a crowd could be amassed who could simply overwhelm them by force of numbers. In the yard was a coach belonging to the Overland Mail Line, which had been abandoned by the owners during a raid made by prairie outlaws. A des perate scheme was concocted by Den ver. The outlaws had so surrounded the enclosure that it was next to im possible to get out into the opening without great loss of life; but it would be necessary to get out, and the quick er the better, while the convicts lit tle thought the rangers would do so. Denver’s scheme was to form an at tacking party, by fitting the coach with men, and attempt to ride into the very midst of the gang dealing as much destruction as possible. Lots were drawn by the rangers to see who would form the party; each man knowing full well that he was risking his very life on slim chances. Denver and Lang volunteered to be of the party of sixteen who were to that the coach was brought to a stand still. The darkness aided the regu lators more than the convicts and many ot the pursuers bit the dust be fore the coach was surrounded. Then for about five minutes ensued a hand to-hand struggle, but finally the regu lars were either overpowered and cap tured, killed, or had been enabled to escape in the darkness. Among those who had managed to escape in the darkness were Louis Lang and Far num. And among the captured and alive was Jim Denver! The loss of a number killed, the chagrin of not recapturing the treas ure, so enraged the outlaws that they were little better than wild Indians. Schiller was among the victorious party, and his rage was something | terrible. He recognized Denver at once—as did Bill Hawks, wounded but still in fighting shape. Both of these worthies had only been released from the treasury vault upon promise of doing something desperate to regain the treasure stolen, and were on their mettle to save their own necks. The helpless Jim was kicked and cuffed and spit upon. He was hacked and cut most unmercifully by the en raged convicts, who recognized in him the head and front of the expedition which had cost them the loss of for tune and homes and the loss of many of their kind. They would have torn Jim limb from limb if they had not been restrained by a few led by Schil ler, who desired to see a hanging! Near by was a clump of trees—an oasis in the desert of prairie—and to ward this Jim was carried for the last act in his drama of life. Through it all Jim acted heroically, and stood the taunts and jeers and tortures like a I martyr. Though he felt that his doom was sealed, Denver uttered no cry. nor begged for mercy. The only request he made was: “String me up at once and be done with it.” Then Schiller thought to make Den ver beg and cringe for mercy by de laying his death. “You will swing soon enough,” retorted Schiller, “but before you do we shall allow you to look upon the cringing, tossing forms of a couple of your confederates! Death, instantaneous, would be too easy a let-off for you!” Jim shuddered, and tears, the only ones that ever came to his eyes, dropped down his hardened face at the sight of two of his half-dead comrades slowly strung up to the trees with ropes around their necks. But he did not cry for mercy—neither did he at tempt to buy his freedom, which he could possibly have done. At last, after, as it seemed, an age to Jim, he stood beneath a tree with a halter around his neck, while swinging by his side were the blackened bodies of his comrades. While Schiller was fastening the rope around Denver’s neck, a great shout went up: “To the train! To the money! We can save it yet!” and during the silence which for a moment prevailed, far in the distance could be heard the rapid discharge of fire arms—and now and then the gleam of a light could be seen like the wav ing of a torch! In a moment the desire to obtain money overpowered the convicts’ sense of gratification which the mob would have experienced in seeing Jim Denver strung up, and a few on the outskirts mounted their steeds pre paratory to following after the regu lators’ train. “String him up and leave him tied to the tree,” was Hawks' orders, and quick as a wink was Denver swung ofl into air, and the end of the rope tied around the tree. Scarce was this ghastly deed per formed before the whole gang set off hunting for the rapidly disappearing treasure train, as guided by the noise of firing and the flaring of torches. And Jim Denver’s body was left swaying in the breeze! (To be continued.) ALMOST A PARDONABLE DECEIT. Woman's Triumph Over Envious Friend, Mrs. Shoddy. The portly woman in the cross seat of a Subway car was confiding in her thin friend in a voice which was heard above the rattle of the train. “I had just picked out the table I wanted—a trim little thing to fit in a corner of my parlor—when who should come in but that horrid Mrs. Shoddy. 1 wouldn't have her know, for the world, that I was paying only $3.50 for the table, so I turned to one marked $18 before she saw me. '"Buying a table?’ she asked, with that deceitful smile of hers. “‘Yes,’ I said coolly. ‘I have almost decided upon this one,’ I said, pointing out the expensive affair. “You should have seen her face. ‘Isn’t it rather expensive?’ she said. “ ‘Oh, no,’ I said. ‘You can’t expect to get good things for nothing. Send that table to my address.’ I said to the salesman. ‘I'll pay for it on de livery.' Then I walked out. I waited outside until Mrs. Shoddy went away, then ran back to the store, counter manded the order for the $18 table and took the one for $3.50. I was sorry afterward that I hadn’t selected a table worth about $100 just to spite that woman.”—New York Press. Still Had Hopes. Mr. Tyte-Phist had scraped an ac quaintance with another passenger on the train. “From Cincinnati, are you?” he asked. “Yes, sir.” “In business there?” “Yes.” “Long?” “Seventeen years.” “Do you know a man named Hur dlestone?” “I don't recall any such man just now.” “Rasselas Hurdlestone—he has b hare lip and he’s crosseyed. You’d know him in a minute if you saw him. Walks with a kind of stoop. He went to Cincinnati twenty-seven years ago, and I reckon he is there yet. Had a short, stubby mustache the last time I saw him. Can't you seem to remember him now?” “No,” said the other passenger. “I have no recollection of him. Is he a relative?” “Gosh, no.” said Mr. Tyte-Phist. “I lent the measly cuss twenty-five cents the day before he went away from our town, and I’d kind o’ like to get on track of him that’s all.”—Chicago Tri bune. England’s Semi-Tropical Vegetation. Few people have any idea that within five hours’ railway journey from London there is a semi-tropical belt equal to many in South Africa. Ten minutes only by steamer across the sound from Plymouth will con vince the most skeptical of this fact. In the private gardens belonging to the Earl o* Mount Edgecumbe there is one more sheltered than the rest, though only separated by a short but stiff climb from the sea below. Here in the open flourish all the year round fine tree camelias of the true Cape va rieties—rich and pink and creamy white, one tree exhibiting the peculiar ity of both colors blossoming at once; sturdy blue gums grow here twenty feet high; fine clumps of giant and dwarf bamboo, splendid fruit and tree palms, the aromatic nutmeg and other spices, enormous geraniums, ferns from all parts of the world, and last, but not least, healthy oranges, lemons and citrons, all growing vigor ously on their respective trees—a won derful testimony to the mildness of the South Devon and Cornish coasts. —Pall Mall Gazette. Misjudged the Chinese Cook. A professional man has a Chinese cook and he recently instructed John to make a large handsome cake for a birthday occasion. When the cake appeared on the table it was a tri umph of art. frosted and decorated with great skill, but to the surprise of everyone present it bore the in itials “J. C.,” which were not those of any member of the family. Reluctantly, but certainly, the host was forced to the conclusion that John’s religious enthusiasm had be come perverted. The more eonserva tive of the guests were shocked, and after the feast was over the host went to explain to John why those initials must not be used for such purposes in future. As the explanation pro ceeded John became much excited. “Oh hellee, dam no!” he exclaimed. “Him Jelly Cake!”—New York Sun. Couldn’t See Rogers. H. J. Allen, editor of the Ottawa (Kan.) Herald, tells of his efforts to interview H. H. Rogers when the Standard OH magnate’s special train stopped at his town. “Get ofT that, you,” yelled a voice from the inside. Upon the next car Allen reached the °econd step. “Was you aiming to see any pusson aroun’ here?” inquired a dark com plexioned party. He swung himself carefully on one foot and moved the other through the air as though to try its movement. “You all clear outen dis, and do hit lively,” said the porter. “Mistah Rog ers doan allow to be seen by nobody at no time, least of all no newspaper folk.” Life’s Seasons. From his fingers to his toes, Back again to Baby's nose. Pinker than the pinkest rose. Gurgling softly as he goes. Free from e’en the trilling woes, ! . Is the Spring of Life. Rushing, tearing, schoolboy fun. Laughing, chaffing, does he run. Aimless! when his work is done. Thoughtful! when the task begun. Happy that the times have come. The Summer of his Life. Now his hair is tinged with gray. Straight the path before him lay. World wealth gathered in the way. Strewn with roses, thorns astray. Many toned the passing day. The Autumn of his Life. To this life, his heart he gave. Tears and blessings, his to save, Now in twilights, softly wave. Bending grasses o’er his grave. Chained he lies. Death's silent slave. The Winter of his Life. —Marion B. Owens in Sunset Magazine for October. Fighting Spirit in Family. “Do you know,” said the Doctor, '‘that Lieut. Stephen G. Grubb, who saved Sherman ammunition at Resa ca, had four brothers in the Union army? Stephen G. Grubb was with the Illinois contingent of the family,and enlisted at Ottawa early in 1861, in Capt. Charles Houghtaling’s battery (C, First Illinois artillery), and saw hard service in the Western armies, serving until June 12, 1865. About the same time Edmund Grubb enlist ed in company I, Second Pennsylvania calvary, and the three other brothers in different Eastern regiments. “Stephen G. Grubb was promoted in due time to First Lieutenant, and in May, 1864, was serving as ordinance officer in charge of the immense quantity of ammunition stored at Re saca for use in Sherman's campaign against Atlanta. One day the great pilet of ammunition was set on fire by the lightning, and Lieut. Grubb and Dan R. Anderson of the First Ken tucky infantry went among the ex ploding shells and put the fire out. “That was a gallant act to remain unrecognized by the government. However, that story has been told, although I never heard it until a few weeks ago. Then it reminded me of an adventure of another Grubb, which, while less heroic, showed the same quality of courage and daring. In the later months of 1863 Edmund Grubb, first sergeant, company I, Sec ond Pennsylvania calvary, and his chum, “My” Southwick, were at their homes in Crawford county, Pennsyl vania, on veteran furlough. “They had been ordered to take the train at Meadville for return to the front on a certain day. The day be fore that fixed for their departure there was a riot at Meadville in which two soldiers were killed and others wounded. As the mob controlled the city the United States marshal of the district notified Grubb and other sol diers of the county that it would be advisable for them to take the train two miles from Meadvillle, so as to not ccme in conflict with the mob. “Grubb rebelled against this order and declared he would take the train at Meadville or he wouldn't take it at all. Southwick joined him at the Grubb home. They had their cavalry sabers and their Colt revolvers with them, but no ammunition. They made or secured ammunition, and on the appointted day went to Meadville. Their friends accompanied them in a wagon until they met the mob ready for action. Then, under orders of Serg. Grubb, the friends retired and the Sergeant and Southwick went for ward to meet the mob. “The leader of the mob explained that no soldier would be permitted to board any train at Meadville. Grubb explained that he and his comrade had been ordered to take the train at Meadville; that they were veteran soldiers and must obey orders; that they were both good shots and handy with the saber, and that if necessary they would shoot or cut their way through by force that obstructed their march. Thereupon he and South wick drew their sabers, cocked their revolvers, and side by side marched down the street. The mob made way for them, but followed threateningly. Eut the two soldiers marched down the main street and boarded their train "Grubb served through the war, but Southwick was killed at the crossing of the Rapidan. One morning he came to Grubb then in command of the company, and said his time had come. He had a severe pain in the chest and had a presentiment that he was to be shot just where the pain was severest. Grubb tried to laugh him out of the despondency, showing him that there was no sign of a fight anywhere. In the afternoon the regiment was ordered forward, went unexpectedly into a fight, and Southwick was struck where he said he would be and was killed.”—Chi cago Inter Ocean. A Postponed Christmas. December. 1863. the night before Christmas (the time above all others when our thoughts were of home) found the Seventh Ohio Cavalry on outpost duty closely observing the veteran army of Gen. Longstreet, then in upper Tennessee. The Christmas feast was by no means ready for either the Confed erate or Union troops in East Tennes see. as both armies were then living off the country, which had long before been almost denuded of every edible thing suitable for man or beast. The veteran cavalrymen of our regiment were sharing their exceedingly light rations with their horses, five nub bins of corn per day for each man and his horse being the generous allow ance from our limited supplies. Under these circumstances it was recessary to postpone our Christmas dinner until the February following. By this time Longstreet had retired from East Tennessee to rejoin Gen. Lee’s army preparatory to the cam paign in Virginia against Gen. Grant In February we found ourselves re lieved from duty in close proximity to the enemy, and in order to recuperate our men and horses, took station in' Tuckaleechee Cove, at the base of the Great Smoky Mountains, south of Knoxville, near the North Carolina line. Here there was fairly good grazing for our horses, and moder ately generous foraging opportuni ties for the men. It was here and in the month of February that we had our Christmas dinner. Somewhere and somehow (it was not for me to know’or to ask) our mess had secur ed a turkey—maybe a wild one. which tad been killed in trying to bite some of our boys—and under the skilful hands of Private Sam Woods of Co. I., the most expert cook in the regi ment, the turkey was roasted over a fire of live coals., which Sam, with the utmost care, had prepared and arranged. The turkey was suspended from a rigging of poles at the proper distance from the coals, and by the dexterous hand of Sam was kept gent ly turning around and around that the roasting process might properly pro ceed. Out of the sky had dropped a mess of sweet potatoes along with some pickled cabbage, much like sauerkraut, which went to complete our Christmas dinner. Our mess, composed of the colonel, the surgeon and the adjutant, sat close by to watch proceedings, to “shoo away” self-invited guests, who had been at 1 traded to our camp fire by the aroma | of the roasting turkey, and incident i ally to wipe our watering mouths and to frequently ask Sam if he could ! not hurry matters along a little faster, as we had our appetites with us. It seemed to us hungry souls that never before did it take so long to roast a turkey. As we were nearing the completion of the repast a little rainstorm passed over, but soon the sun shone brightly, showing the tops of the mountains tippel with snow. We were all in a frame of mind to enjoy this beautiful tut fleeting scene, when Sam, the cook, pointing to the snow-capped mountains, said: “Gentlemen, there is ice cream for desert, help your selves.” . As I look back now through the vista of forty years, never before or since did a Christmas dinner taste so good as that one of turkey, sweet potatoes and sauerkraut, all topped off with ice cream on the mountains. —Los Angeles Times. Colonel Walker Dead. The death of Col. Ivan N. Walker, past commander-in-chief, G. A. R.. and assistant adjutant general of the de partment of Indiana, G. A. R„ is re ported from Indianapolis. Col. Walker attended the last national encamp ment at Denver and marched in the parade, but his ill-health was apparent in his shrunken face and figure. He had been ill ever since his return from Denver and died Sept. 22 of uremic poisoning. Comrade Walker had a long and conspicuous career in the war of the rebellion, in Indiana politics r.nd in the Grand Army of the Republic. He went out in the beginning of the war in an Indiana regiment and later be came lieutenant-colonel of the Seven ty-third Indiana. He was captured in the Streight raid and suffered a long period of imprisonment. On his dis charge from the army he returned home and resumed the practice of law, but was from time to time appointed to important state offices, the duties of which he discharged to the great credit of himself and the state. He was always an active member in the G. A. R., and in 1891 was elected Commander of the Department of Indiana. G. A. R. He was elected Senior Vice Commander-in-Chief at In dianapolis in 1893. In 1895 he was elected Commander-in-Chief of the Grand Army of the Republic and gave the order a very successful adminis tration. Of late years he has been one of the Indiana Commissioners of Railroad Taxation. He was a brave, devoted soldier of the Republic, and since the war had been a loyal com rade and an excellent public spirited citizen. He had many friends in every part of the country, who will sincerely mourn his death—New York Press. Had to Have His Tobacco. Dr. R. B. Woodward, mayor of Som erset, Ohio, a position of honor be has held for the past seventeen years, having before that been in the village council for a matter of six years, is also a veteran soldier. He fought un der Sheridan and was his intimate friend at home. Dr. Woodward is one of the younger set, being only 66 years of age, and, according to the local way of figuring, is good for thirty or forty years more of useful life. Dr. Woodward recently regaled some friends with this story, which, he re lates, Gen. 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