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About The Red Cloud chief. (Red Cloud, Webster Co., Neb.) 1873-1923 | View Entire Issue (May 27, 1915)
RED CLOUD, NEBRASKA, CHIEF
FiAmi VAN VODSXAsbn
coPYwctrer 7r aoBBs-mwvu.eoJiPAtrY
1 Cointr dp Snlirnn, rnptiiln of Frrnrh
rnvnlry, tnkis In Ills quarters in nilm by
limiil h niiitlirrlc! lrlh terrier pup. and
nnmrn It rilclinitnc. He illncs with thn
Mnritlno il'KsellKnnc nnd meets Mis
.lulln llctltnonri, Atiiprk'iiti lielri'BS, who
nltiKH for t I in nn Knullsli bnllml Unit
UiiKiTs In lilw memory. Sulirmi In ordered
to AIkIito. lint Ih not nllnweil to Inks
prrvuntH tir doif. MIhh Iteilmmul offers to
tiiko enro of the 1ok (Hiring his mnstpr'n
absent p, but ritrhounp, IioiuphIcU for IiIh
master. runH nwny from hpr. The Mnr
iulm plnnn to mnrry Julia to the One le
'Fremont. Unknown to Hiihron, l'ltclmurie
follows him In Algiers, Dog and miiKtcr
inret nnd Pahron kpIh permission from
tho war mlnlstir to ktep IiIh 1ok wllh him.
Julia writes lilm that I'ltelioiinp has run
uway from her. He writes Julia of I'lt
rliotme. Thn Due do Tremont finds tho
Amurlcnn heiress eaprlrlous.
CHAPTER XII Continued.
"My dear Julia," she Bald to the
bcnutlful girl, looking at hor through
her lorgnon; "1 tlou't understand you.
Every one of your family haa married
a title. We have not thought that we
could do better with our money than
build up fortunes already rtnrted;
than In preserving noblo rnccs and
nohle names. Thero has never been
a divorce In our family. I am a mar
eiulse, your cousin is a countess, your
aunt is one of tho peeresses of Eng
land, and as for you, my denr . . ."
Miss Itedmond was standing by tho
piano. She had lifted the cover and
was about to sit down to play. She
smiled slightly at her aunt, nnd seemed
In tho moment to bo tho older woman.
"There are titles and titles, ma
tanto: tho only question Is what kind
do you valuo the most?"
"Tho highest!" said her aunt with
out 'hesitation, "and the Due do Tre
mont is undoubtedly one of tho most
famous partis in Europe."
"Ho will then llnd no difficulty in
marrying," said the young girl, "and
1 do not wish to mnrry a man I do not
She sat down at tho piano nnd her
hnnds touched the keys. Her aunt,
who was doing somo dainty tapestry,
whoso fingers wore creating silken
flowers and whose mind was busy with
fancies and ambitions very llko tho
work she created, shrugged her shoulders.
"That seems to bo," she said keenly,
"tho only tune you know, Julia."
"It's n pretty song, ma tantel"
"I remember that you played and
Bang It the first night Sabron came to
dinner." Tho girl continued to finger
among tho chords. "And since then
never a day passes that sometime or
other you do not play it through "
"It has become a sort of oraison,
"Sabron," said tho marquise, "is a
fine young man, my child, but ho has
nothing but his officer's pay. More
over, a soldier's llfo is a precarious
Julia Redmond played the song soft
The old butler came in with the eve
ning mail and tho papers. Tho Mar
quiso d'Escllgnac, with her embroid
ery scissors, opened Le Temps from
Parte and began to read with her usual
Interest. Sho approached tho little
lamp on the table near her, unfolded
tho paper and looked over at her
niece, and after a few moments, said
with a slightly softened voice:
"Julia!" Miss Redmond stopped
playing. "Julia!" Tho girl rose from
tho piano stool and stood with her
band on the instrument
"My dear Julia!" Madame d'Escll
gnac spread Le Temps out and put her
hand on It. "Ab I said to you, my
child, the llfo of a soldier 1b a pro
"Ma tante," breathed Miss Redmond
from where Bho stood. "Tell mo what
the news is from Africa. I think I
know what you mean."
Sho could not trust herself to walk
across tho floor, for Julia Redmond in
that moment of suspense found tho
"Thero has been nn engagement,"
said tho marquise gently, for in spite
of her nmbitlons sho loved her niece.
"There has been an engagement, Julia,
at Dlrbal." She lifted the newspaper
and held It before her face and reud:
Thero has been somo hard flRhtlng In
tho desert, around nbout Dlrbal. Tho
troops commanded by Captain do Sabron
wcro routed by tho natives at noon on
Thursday. They did not rally nnd were
forced to retreat. Thero was n, urcat
loss of llfo among the natives nnd sov
eral of tho regiment were also killed.
Thero has been no late or nuthenlc news
from Dlrbnl, but the last dispatches glvo
tho department of war to understand that
Babron himself Is nmont; tho missing.
The Marqulso d'Escllgnac slowly put
down tho paper, and roso quickly. She
went to tho young girl's sido and put
her arm around her. Miss Redmond
covered her faco with her hands:
"Ma tante, ma tanto!" she mur
"My denr Julia," said tho old lady,
"thero iB nothing more uncertain than
nowspapor reiwrts, especially thoso
that como from tho African seat of
war. Sit down here, my child."
Tho two women sat togethor on the
long piano stool. Tho marqulso said:
"I followed tho fortunes, my dear,
of my husband'B cousin through the
engagement In Tonkin. I know a little
iwhat It was." Tho girl was Immov
able. Her aunt felt hor rigid by her
side. "1 told you," she murmured,
"that a Boldler'B life was a precarious
Miss Redmond threw nway all dis
guise. "Ma tanto," sho said in n hard
voice. "I love him! You must hnvo
known It nnd seen it. 1 lovo him! Ho
Is becoming my llfo."
As tho marqulso looked at the girl's
faco and saw her trembling lips and
her wldo eyes, sho renounced her am
bitions for Julia Redmond. Sho re
nounced them with a sigh, but she was
a woman of tho world, nnd inoro than
that, a true woman. Sho remained for a
moment in silence, holding Julia's
She had followed the campaign of
her husband's cousin, a young mnn
with an Insignificant tltlo whom she
had not married. In this moment sho
relived again tho nrrlval of tho eve
ning papers; the dispatches, her hus
band's news of liis cousin. As sho
kissed Julia's cheoks a moisture
passed over her own eyes, which for
many years had shed no tears.
"Courage, my dear," sho Implored,
"Wo will telegrnph nt onco to tho
minister of war for news."
The girl drew a convulslvo breath
nnd turned, nnd leaning both elbowg
on the piano keys perhaps In tho
very notes whose music in tho llttlo
song had charmed Sabron sho burst
Into tears. Tho marqulso rose nnd
passed out of tho room to send a man
with a dispatch to Tarascon.
One Dog's Day.
Thero must be a real philosophy In
all proverbs. "Every dog has his day"
Is a significant one. It Biirely was for
I'ltchoune. Ho had his day. It was a
glorious one, a tcrrlblo one, a memor
able one, and ho played his llttlo part
in it. He awoko at tho gray dawn,
springing llko n flash from tho foot of
Sabron's bed, whero ho lay asleep, In
response to the sound of tho reveille,
nnd Sabron sprang up after him.
Pltchouno In a few moments was In
the center of real disorder. All ho
knew was that ho followed his master
Pitchoune Smelted Him From Head to
all day long. Tho dog's knowledge did
not comprehend the fact that not only
had tho natlvo village, of which his
master spoko In his letter to Miss Red
mond, been destroyed, but that Sab
ron's regiment itself was menaced by
a concerted and concentrated attack
from an cntlro tribo, led by a fanatic
as hotminded and nB fierce as the
Mnhdl of Sudanese history.
Pltchouno followed at tho heels of
his master's horso. No ono paid any
attention to him. Heaven knows why
ho was not trampled to death, but he
was not. No ono trod on him; no
horse's hoof hit his llttlo wiry form
that managed in the midst of carnage
and death to keep itBelf secure and his
hido whole. Ho smelt tho gunpowder,
ho smelt tho smoke, sniffed at It,
threw up his pretty head and barked,
puffed nnd panted, yelped and tore
about and followed. He was not con
scious of anything but that Sabron
was In motion; that Sabron, his1 be
loved master, was in action of somo
kind or othor and ho, a soldier's dog,
was in action, too. Ho howled at
flerco dark' faces, when ho saw, them.
Ho snarled at tho bullets that whis
tled around his ears and, laying his
llttlo ears back, he shook IiIh black
muzzlo in tho very grin of death.
Sabron's horso was shot under him,
and then Pltchouno saw his master,
sprang upon him, and his feelings wero
not hurt that no attention wns paid
him, that not even his namo was
called, nnd ns Sabron struggled on,
Pltchouno followed. It was his day;
ho was fighting tho natives; lie was
part of a battlo; ho was a soldier's
dog! Llttlo by llttlo tho creatures
and things around him grew fewer,
tho smoko cleared and rollud away,
thero were n few feet or freedom
around him In which ho stood and
burked; then he wot off ogUn close to
his master's heels and not too noon.
Ho did not know tho blow that struck
Sabron, but ho saw him fall, and then
and there camo into his canlno heart
somo knowledge- of tho importance of
his day. He had raced himself woary.
Every bono In his llttlo body ached
Sabron lay his length on tho bed of
n drled-up river, ono of thoso phantom
like channels of a desert stream whoso
course runs watery only certain times
of tho year. Sabron, woundod in tho
abdomen, lay on his sldo. Pltchouno
Biuellcd him from head to foot, ad
dressed himself to his restoration In
his own way. Ho licked his faco and
hands nnd cars, sat sentinel at tho be
loved head whero tho forehead was
covered with sweat and blood. Ho
barked feverishly and to hla nttontivo
oars there enmo no answer whatso
ever, either from tho wounded man In
tho bed of tho African river or from
tho silent plains.
Sabron wns deserted. Ho had fallen
and not been missed and his regiment,
routed by tho Arabs, had been driven
into retreat. Finally tho llttlo dog,
who know by Instinct that llfo ro
malned in his master's body, set him
self at work vigorously to awaken a
sign of life. Ho attacked Snbron's
shoulder as though It were a proy; he
worried him, barked in IiIb ear, Btruck
him lightly with his paw, and finally,
awakening to dreadful pain, to fever
and to Isolation, awakening perhaps
to the battle for llfo, to tho attentions
of his friend, tho spnhl opened ma
Sabron's wound was serious, but his
body wns vigorous, strong nnd healthy,
and his mind more so. Thero wns a
film over It Just now. Ho raised him
self with great effort, and In a moment
realized whero ho wbb and that to
linger thero was a horrible death. On
each sldo of tho river roso an Inclined
bank, not very high nnd thickly grown
with mimosa bush. This meant to him
that beyond It and probably within
easy reach, thero would bo shado from
tho Intense and dreadful glaro beat
ing down upon him, with death in
every ray. Ho groaned nnd Pltchouno'B
volco nnswered him. Sabron paid no
attention to his dog, did not oven call
his name. His mind, accustomed to
quick decisions and to a matter-of-fact
consideration of llfo, instnntly took its
proper course Ho must get out of tho
river bod or die there, rot thero.
What thero was boforo him to do
was so stupendous an undertaking that
It mndo him almost unconscious of tho
pain in his loins. Ho could not stand,
could not thoroughly raise himself;
but by great nnd painful effort, bleed
ing nt every move, ho could crawl; ho
did so, and tho sun beat down upon
him. Pltchouno walkod by his Bide,
whining, talking to him, oncov aging
him, nnd tho Bpnhl, aBhen palo, his
bright gray uniform ripped and stained,
nil alono in tho desert, with death
abovo him nnd death on every hand,
crawled, dragged, hitched along out of
tho river to tho bank, cheered, en
couraged by his little dog.
For a drop of water he would havo
given oh, what had he to glvo? For
a little shade ho would havo glvon
about all ho had to glvo bad been
given to his duty in this engagement
which could never bring him glory, or
distinction or any renown. Tho work
of a spahi with a natlvo regiment Is
not a very glorious affair. Ho waB
simply an officer who fell doing his
Pltchouno barked and cried out to
"I shall dlo hero at the foot of the
mimosa," Sabron thought; and his
hands hardly had 'the courage or
strength to grasp tho first bushes by
which he meant to pull himself up on
tho bank. Tho little dog was close to
him, leaping, springing near him, and
Sabron did not know how tired and
thirsty and exhausted his brave llttlo
companion was, or that perhaps in
that heroic llttlo body there was as
much of a soldier's soul as In his own
The sun was so hot that It seemed
to sing in tho bushes. Its torrid fever
struck on his brown, struck on his
chest; why did it not kill him? Ho
was not oven delirious, and yet tho
bushes sang dry and crackling. What
was their molody? He knew It. Just
ono melody haunted him always, and
now ho knew tho words: they were o
prayer for safety.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
FINDS LESSON IN THE WAR
Dean Hodges Points Out Four Things
Learned as Result of Great
That there are four great lessons be
ing taught by the present war In Eur
ope was thu declaration of Dean
(leorgo Hodges of Cambridge Theolog
ical seminary, former reclor of Cal
vary Epslcopal church, Cambridge, In
a sermon on "The War," from the pul
pit lie used to occupy In Calvary, re
cently. "This wnr will teach that a nation
Is not exalted by material strength,"
snld he. "To bo exalted a nation must
hnvo, besldo material strength, tho
true Ideals of brotherhood Tho sec
ond lesson that this wnr Is teaching Is
that might Is not right, and tiny nation
that thinks so to thn contrary will re
gret It. The third lesson Is that peo
ple have been wrong In saying that
men nre Invincibly Hellish, for this war
offers thousands and thousands of
cases of men gladly giving up their
lives The fourth lesson Is thnt the
old belief that war is glorious Is a
false belief. War Is far from glorious
and we are realizing It today iih never
before, (localise of the neglect of na
tional Christianity we find this wnr
existing today. Christianity Is for na
tions ns well ns for Individuals and
that will bo tho one great, comprehen
sive lesson this war will teach."
Famous Royal Artillery Onnd.
One of the most famous bauds Is
that of (he Itoyal artillery. Many per
sons wlut hnvo nttalued distinction In
the musical world hnvo been connect
ed with the Royal artillery or Hh band.
Among them was Sims Reeves, who
was the hitn of a baudsmnu, and who,
in his boyhood, sang In tho military
choir at Woolwich. It is, perhaps, not
well known that tho Itoyal artillery
baud is tlfty yonis older tlmn the
Phllhnnmmlc society, having been
formed In 17(1-. It has done much for
the advancement of music In England,
nnd has always enjoyed (he advantage
of having a succession of eminent mu
sicians as bnntlniiistors. It hits always
been double-handed; that Is to say,
the players tire as prollelent on
stringed Instruments as on wind, nnd
can nt any time assume thu character
of an orchestra.
John 11. Flnley, New York'B com
missioner of education, said In Al
bany, apropos of an argument on HI
ble reading In the schools:
"This argument Is straightforward.
It does not shift nnd jump nnd bent
about the bush. It isn't llko the tricky
" 'Vhlch would you choose,' his
teacher asked this schoolboy, 'tho
tenth or tho twentieth part of an
"Tho boy answered that .ho would
choose the twentieth part, and then,
noting with his shifty oyes his teach
er's frown, ho added, hastily:
"'1 don't llko apples, you know.' "
Few Sailors Row or Swim.
A Hiirvlwir from one of the tor
pedoed ships says: "We hail no men
lit our boat who could row. I had nev
er rowed a boat before, but 1 can do
so now." The Htnallness of the num
ber of men In our mercantile marine
who can handle a row boat would
surprise the majority of people, and
those who can bundle a sail are an
even smaller band. They get almost
no opportunity of learning. As for
swimming, very few are experts, and
battailous of them cannot swim a
stroke. Just last summer I sailed
with a Hrltlslt cargo boat olllcered by
nouswlmiuers, and having on board
only four men In all who believed
that, uunliled, they could keep them
selves alloat. London Chronicle.
MACHINE TO TEACH MUSIC
After-School Practice Hours May
Lightened an Result of New
Sarcasm In the Box.
Judge Then when your wlfo seized
the weapon you ran out of tho houso?
Plaintiff Yes, sir.
Judge Hut she might not havo used
PlnlntlfT True, your honor. Mnyho
sho picked up tho flatirou just to
smooth things over."
"What's your hived mau plowing up
your front yard for, HllnkB?"
"My daughtci has a now camera,
and the Instruction says to break up
the foreground beforo taking a picture,
and I couldn't very well let her do
that hard work."
The Human Touch.
Thero must be the sensltlvo touch.
A visitor to a manufactory saw a man
molding clay into pots. Noticing that
all the molding was done by hand, ho
said to tho workman, "Why do you
not use a tool to aid you in shaping
the clay?" Tho workman replied:
"Thero Is no tool that can do this
work. Wo havo tried different ones,
but somehow it needs thu human
touch." And how true It Is that In
shnping lives for God thero Is need of
tho human touch. Wo cannot do tho
Lord's work by machinery, .lesim
touched men, Imparting health, cleans
ing and salvation. Hlbllcal Recorder.
As the result of a system of mu
sical (line-recording records for talk
ing machines lately devised by Julei
I.ouln-Klson of Far Rockaway, N Y
the prospect of after-school practice
hours on thn piano stool may be light
ened for Juvenile music students.
The principles contnlned In what
the Inventor terms his "scenario" may
be Interpreted on six double-disk talk
ing machine records, or, tho same re
sult may be obtained In a condensed
form by combining all of the musical
counting or time recording on ono
On one sldo nf tho record are ex
amples cited by the Instructor In ornl
text; on tho other sldo Is tho ornl
count of beats, as. I, 2; 1, 2, 3; 1, 2,
II, 4, etc. A concluding specimen ol
the oral Instruction text Is ns fol
lows: "For example, let us tnko the
Presto form (the record plays 12
bars). Now, when you consult the
printed music, you will notice that tho
quarter, or C (as It Is printed), la
barred. This serves to Indicate that
ono should count In two. Tho record
now sings ns a teacher iIoob tho pre
viously played bars of tho Presto, em-
phnst.lug the count: 1,
1, 2. Thank
"How did you manage to win the
hand of an heiress?" naked tht en
vious frleud of a "dancing mnn."
"Oh er I glided into hor affections."
About tho only Btono tho nverugo
boy does not turn is tho grlndstouo.
Let's not gougo other people while
cnrvlng out our fortunes.
"I will take tho matter under ad
visement." announced tho referee In
tho divorce proceedings, "und will de
cide the case next week."
"Hut, your honor," put In her coun
Bel, "tho nppellaut Is Immensely weal
"Thnt," said tho referee, "Is tho
point upon which I wish to bo ad
vised. This hearing Is adjourned."
Money From Snakes.
Low Is Anthony, well-known Ware
fanner, expects to take legal action
against a negro unmet John llnm
tumid because (ho negro killed n largo
rattlesnake on Mr. Anthony's farm, ac
cording to u Waycross (Cla.) corre
spondent of tho New York Sun.
Mr. Anthony catches all snnkes in
Ids settlement and sells them, and ho
figures that tho negro has caused him
a loss of at least $10 In killing the rat
tler. Hammond was working near Mr.
Anthony's farm, nnd when ho saw
a rattler he lost no time In getting
It out of tho way. Tho snnko had
thlrleen rattles nnd a button.
"Human nuturo presents queer con
trasts." "For Instance ?"
"Men who have n sunny disposition
nnd a shady character."
More So Than the Panama.
Hlx Which do you consider tho
moBt important canal In tho world?
I)lx Tho alimentary Is to me.
Tho personnel of tho Rrltlsh navy
Is about dotiblo that of any other nnvy
In tho world.
Satan nnd the Cerulean
"I'm In n quandary."
"I have two Invitations to dinner,
nnd I can't docldL "
"Which ono to accept?"
"No, which ono to refuse Ono la
to a homo where a young lady has
Just come homo from a piano con
servatory, and tho other Is whero a
llve-ycar-old boy knows a lot of reci
tations." Farm Life.
Flaw In the Argument.
"Don't you think that Idiots should
be chloroformed at birth?" nBkcd the
"It wouldn't bo practical," replied
the student of human nature "Most
of them do not show it until after they
"I have broken down from over
work, doctor. What euro would you
"A sinecure; thrco dollars, please."
No Great Wealth.
Tom Sho has a wealth of hair.
Hess Oh, I don't know. You can
buy thoso switches new for 6.
America 1b closer to tho heart of
Europo than at any time since Eng
land's colonies became Independent
stateB. To the moat isolated farm
house It has been known for a half year
that wo are not remote from the por
tentouB events beyond the sea; that
the fate of our brothers over thero,
In somo way which wo do not well
discern, involves us also. Wo are,
whether we llko It or not, full share
holders in tho civilization which Is 'im
periled. Our commerce nnd Industry,
our prosperity and well-being, our cul
turo and religion, the foundations of
our common humanity, and the ideals
of our common aspirations, are all at
stake. Edwara T. Dovlno in the Sup
t iimnrMii r trrrniir" TTT"'"
Child Research Work.
Miss Elizabeth Moore of St. Louis,
who Is a member of the children's bu
reau department of the government,
hns returned to Saginaw, Mich., to
contlnuo her investigations in regard
to tho women of tho lumber camps
and health of thu children. Miss Julia
Lathrop, head of tho children's bureau,
ordered Miss Moore to Indianapolis
shortly after tho holidays to assist
In making preparations for a child
welfare exhibition to be given in that
city. Miss Mooro wns there ten days
before returning to her regular work.
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Swears By Grape-Nuts
Algot Lange famous tropic explorer recently made a perilous exploration of
the lower Amazon.
The question of food supplies was a big one. Economy of space food value
keeping qualities palatability all had to be considered.
Lange chose for his standby
Here is the way he refers to this food here and there through his book, The
"I have included in my supplies Grape-Nuts."
"At lunch I eat some Grape-Nuts (an American
breakfast cereal) with condensed milk."
"After this egg (turtle) meal comes for me
Grape-Nuts from sealed tins."
"1 go back to the moloca at noon to eat my
lunch of roast turtle, Grape-Nuts and hard-tack."
Everywhere at home or abroad wherever big things are accomplished this
famous wheat and barley food is relied upon to build and sustain vigor and energy
of body, brain and nerve.
Ready to eat delicious economical nourishing.
"There's a Reason" for Grape-Nuts
sold by Grocers everywhere.
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