The Red Cloud chief. (Red Cloud, Webster Co., Neb.) 1873-1923, May 27, 1915, Image 7
r RED CLOUD, NEBRASKA, CHIEF m V V A mm mm FiAmi VAN VODSXAsbn ILLUSTRATIONS PAYVALTERS -- . coPYwctrer 7r aoBBs-mwvu.eoJiPAtrY SYNOPSIS. 6 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 love." 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, ma tante." "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 one." Julia Redmond played the song soft ly through. 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 carious one." "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 room swimming. "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 mured, v "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 one." 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 hnnds. 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. CHAPTER XIII. 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 &mL $S: ;K i -JET mm vj-s r. mwii .S!L " si Pitchoune Smelted Him From Head to Foot. 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 with fatigue, 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 eyes. 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 daily work. Pltchouno barked and cried out to him: "Courage!" "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 human form. 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 Struggle. 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. Trickster. 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 schoolboy. " 'Vhlch would you choose,' his teacher asked this schoolboy, 'tho tenth or tho twentieth part of an applo?' "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.' " Washington Star. 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 System. B 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 it PlnlntlfT True, your honor. Mnyho sho picked up tho flatirou just to smooth things over." Aupllsd Art. "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 recortl only. 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, you." 1, 2. Thank Easy. "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. Advice Needed. "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 thy and" "Thnt," said tho referee, "Is tho point upon which I wish to bo ad vised. This hearing Is adjourned." Judge. 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. Deep. Cheerful Rogues. "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." "What about?" "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 progressive person. "It wouldn't bo practical," replied the student of human nature "Most of them do not show it until after they grow up." The Prescription. "I have broken down from over work, doctor. What euro would you recommend?" "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. Civilization's Peril. 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 vey. 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. -t" tvsmwt r """ Amazon Explorer V 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 Grape-Nuts Here is the way he refers to this food here and there through his book, The Lower Amazon." "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. ,jgfi?g f v. Mwrwn