Hemingford herald. (Hemingford, Box Butte County, Neb.) 1895-190?, July 29, 1898, Image 3

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"When Molly came heme from the party
The party was out at nine
There were traces of tears In hor
bright blue eyes
That looked mournfully up to mine.
For Borne one had said, she whimpered
to me,
With her face on my shoulder hid,
Borne one had said (there were Bobs In
her voice)
That they didn't like something she
Bo I took my glfl up on my knee
1 am old and exceedingly wise
And said: "My dear, now listen to me;
Just listen and dry your eyes.
"This world Is a difficult world, In
deed, And people are hard to suit,
And the man who plays on the violin
Is a bore to the man with the flute.
"And I myself have often thought
How very much better 'twould be
If every one of the folks that I know
Would only agree with me.
"But since they will not, the very best
To make this world look bright
Is never to mind what people say,
And do what you thing Is right."
Walter Leaied.
"Come, dad, get up."
"What's wrong?'"
"Signal smokes down the valleys."
"I'll be up In a mlnlt. Climb up and
watch 'em."
A girl or 18 had roused a man of 45
from sleep on his rude bed In a rough
cabin at the foot of Middle pass In the
Mogollon mountains of Arizona. A
glance of the eye would have proved
them father and daughter. The cabin
was situated on a small plateau thirty
feet above the trail and a steep, wind
ing path led to other plateaus above.
At sunrise the girl had stolen from her
bed and climbed the highest elevation.
Scarcely had she turned her eyes to
the south when a puff of black smoke
shot Into the aln miles away, and
hung for a moment like a great black
ball before It was dissipated by the
morning breeze.
" 'Pache signal smoke!' she whisper
ed to herself, as she wheeled and be
gan the descent to communicate the
news to her father.
Ten minutes later she was back on
the upper plateau with her face to the
couth. On her left hand was Sunrise
valley, on her right Sunset valley; so
father and daughter had named them
The two valleys tan to the south for
a distance of twelve miles and were
then lost In the rolling plains. Neither
was over half a mile wide, and between
them, like a wall elected on a line,
was a mountain ridge 700 feet high.
At the upper north end of the two val
leys merged Into one. and right there
was the foot of Middle pass. They
called It the font because, on the west
ern side of the mountains, the pas
began higher up. Prospectors, miners,
and a few pack trains used Middle pass
but only when necessity demanded It
was a terribly rough way, full of gloom
and peril, and those who tried the Jour
ney once and lived to tell of It. utter
ward took the North or South pass.
Two years previous to the opening of
our story, John Barnes had appeared
on the scene alone, erected a cabin
and prowled about for awhile, and then
disappeared to return with his daugh
ters, coming no one knew whence. Hun
ters and prospectors thought hlni a
queer man to thus expose himself and
the girls to the danger of raiding In
dians. The soldiers down at Forf
Wheeler, ten miles away, had found
him an agreeable man until they ven
tured to ask him personal questions.
He had lowered the curtain on his
past life and would not raise It. The
girl. Lottie. In her half-dress, with
curly hair, red cheeks and flashing blue
eyes, was a picture to keep men gaz
ing; and. though born a chatter box.
she knew where to draw the line. It
thus came about that the pair were
surrounded with mystery, and while a
few argued that John Barnes had been
driven from civilization for crimes
against the law, the majority were In
clined to look upon him as one who
had been wronged and had given the
world the go-by In consequence.
The girl was no sooner In the upper
plateau than he appeared below and
called to her:
"Well, gal; any more signals?"
"Yes there they go again!" she
ehouted. "There Is a puff there Is
another. What does It mean?"
"What's the color of the smoke?"
a "Very dark."
"That's 'Pache smoke, .stfre 'nun.
One puff means that thar's sunthln' up
at the fort. Two puffs, one right after
the other, meane a force comln' out."
"And now there goes three puffs,"
called the girl.
"That means sojers comln' up the
valley up the Sunset valley. Don't
come down ylt."
"Onp two three four!" counted the
girl, after an Interval of three or four
minutes. "What does four puffs mean,
"It's for the Injuns to fall In behind
the sojers and foller 'em along. Hell's
broke loose, and we might as well git
ready for the dance! See any sojers?"
"Yes a couple on horseback, but
they are a long way off yet."
"Wall, come down. The sojers have
n't seen the Injuns nor the signals, and
they'll git yere all right."
When the girl had Joined her father
on the lower plateau he continued:
"Some of the park train men told
me ylsterday that Lame B'ar and his
devlir. had come outer hldln' and was
headed this way. If them was 'Pache
signal-smokes then we've got forty
of the wust devils on top of the alrth
to flght."
"The soldiers will help us," said the
girl, us she shaded her eyes with her
hand and looked down the valley.
"They'd fight If they knowed how, but
they don't. It'll Just aggravate the In
juns to hear 'em fhootln'. Git out the
guns und ammunition, whilst I baits
the trap."
The girl entered the cabin, took down
two Winchesters and a pair of revol
ver, and saw that they were loaded
and In working order. The fixed am
munition was fo weighty that It re
quired all her strength to lift the bag
upon the rude table. As she sorted
them Into two piles, the father passed
her with a twenty-two pound keg of
powder under his arm. and descending
the trail, he clambered up to a pla
teau on the opposite side. The two pla
teaus were of the same height, and
only 200 fept stretched between them.
Behind the west plateau, however, rose
a ragged cliff eighty feet high, and the
man worked his way from crack to
crack until he was thirty feet above
the level spot. There, In a great seam,
he left hl3 keg of powder.one end fairly
exposed to any one looking up from
the plateau opposite, and on descend
ing he rolled together a lot of loose
rocks to make a breastwork. When
he returned to the cabin he tr.rust n
single barreled hunting rifle through
an nperture, and squinted until he
knew that he had the exact range of
the keg. Then he made the gun fast
In Its place and explained to the won
dering girl:
"That's what they call strategy. It's
sure that the Injuns wilt drive us Into
the cabin, and then they'll look for a
spot whar they can keep a shootln' and
be safe. They'll pee that place over
thar and go for It, and when 1 get
'cm all In a henp I'll explode that keg
and bury 'cm under a thousand tons of
rocks. Better go up and look for
more smokes.
The girl took the path to the top of
the mountain and remained there halt
an hour. No more signals were seen,
but when she descended she announced
that two troopers were close at hand.
Ten minutes later a Corporal and a pri
vate rode up and dismounted, and as
soon as the the corporal had climbed
up to the cabin he said:
"We got news yesterday that Lame
Bear had come out of his den, and
might Bhow up In the valleys. The
colonel thought the fort would be the
safest place for you the next week."
"See any signs as ye come along this
mornln?" asked Barnes.
"Nary a one."
"No signal smokeB?"
"And ye don't see any now?"
"Of course not. What do you see?"
John Barnes pointed along the ridge
separating the two valleys and count
ed: "One two three four five!" Each
puff of smoke was distinct by Itself,
but each followed the other closely.
"What does It mean?" asked the cor
"Nuthln' much. It's Jest the 'Pache!
signal that the game Is In the trap.
We hev bin seein' signals ever since
ye begun to saddle up at the fort.
It hain't much wonder that with slch '
eyes as ye've got down thar them red
devils can go about as they please.
Reckon It would be a heap more sen
Bible If 1 was to bilng all of ye up
yere till this rumpus was over. What
ye goln' to do?"
The corporal had Btarted to descend
the trail, but he halted to answer: ,
"I'll send Jim back to the fort tc
give the news, and will follow as sooi
as you can make ready."
"If ye send your man ye'll only And
his dead body. Them Injuns has di
vided forces and ar' In both valleys
now, and no man kin ride through 'em.
It's been too late this half hour. We've
got to make our fight right yere."
"I might get through, dad!"
It was the girl who spoke. She knew
that she could ride as well as any
trooper, and she felt that she would
take chances that would turn a ten
derfoot soldier back., If she got through
she could give the news; if driven back
they would be no worse off.
"She'd go light, and that horse of
mine Is a runner," mused the corporal
as he looked the girl over.
"But they'd never let her through!"
whispered the father, as he reached for
his daughter's hand.
"I'll try It. anyhow," she said, and
two minutes later, with the father pro
testing and the soldiers admiring, she
was lifted to the back of the soldier'9
horse. The saddle had not been re
moved, but the stirrups had been short
ened by Inches, and the girl headed
straight down Sunset valley and gave
the soldier's steed his head.
"She'll never do It they'll turn her
back!" shouted the father, as he maae
his way to the higher elevation, fol
lowed by the corporal.
A mile was covered while they could
have counted a hundred another mile
at the same pace. Then a puff of smoke
was seen to leap from behind a rock
to the left and the horse swerved to
the light. Two puffs from a mass of
rock close to the middle edge of the
valley, and the horse was pulled up.
Then five or six naked forms were
seen, ranged across the valley like a
skirmish line, and the horse was pulled
around and came galloping back.
"I thought she'd do It," growled the
corporal, as he slapped his thigh.
"Hell's loose and thar's fun ahead!"
replied Barnes, as he began to descend.
"Do you know anythln' "bout 'Pachea?"
"Not much. I have only been up here
twq months."
"But ye'll fight?"
"Of course."
"That's k'rect, but mebbe It won't
do any goo"dl Them Is edvils to flght
them 'Paches, and In this case they've
got fifteen to one. We've got about an
hour to git ready fur 'em. and I reckon
It's time we was at work."
"I couldn't get through, dad!" ex
claimed the girl, as she came gallop
ing up, and was assisted to dismount.
"How many 'Paches did ye see?" he
asked. In reply.
"I counted fifteen."
"Then they hev divided, and we ar'
cut off from the fort. Ever hev a brush
with the Injuns, corporal?"
"And yer man ar' a tenderfoot?"
"We know how to fight!" said the
corporal, as he drew himself up.
"Oh. ye do! Wall, that's to be settled
later on. Shootln' a dozen cartridges
Into the air or agin a rock hain't fight
ln' not very much! Mebbt ye've seen
the shadder of death movln' up and
down and around ye before, but I'm
tellln' ye that ye ar' now lookln' right
into the eyes of that same, and If ye
cum out of this fuss alive ye'll hev sun.
thin' to boast of all the rest of yer
days. When a 'Pache sets out on the
warpath he means to kill!"
"That pass is open to us."
"That'B what I was waltln' to hear
ye say. D'ye Imagine that Lame B'ar
don't know of this pass? Don't he
know the lay of these valleys? Didn't
he order a dozen of his reptiles to
cross the mountain thar' last night an'
git Into that pass at some pint whar
all hell can't drive them out.' ur cose
he did, and If we was to fall back we'd
find 'em barricaded and ready fur us,
and then the rest of the crowd would
close in behind. Bight yere Is whar
we've got to fight."
"Then let's get ready for It," said
the corporal. "We put ourselves under
your orders,"
The horses were led Into the dark and
rugged pass a distance of twenty rods
and made secure, and while the two
soldiers were doing this work whatever
utensils about the cabin that would
hold water were made to serve the
purpose, and at the end of thirty min
utes the little band was ready for at
tack. Not an Indian had been seen
except by the girl as she rode down the
valley, and by and by the corporal was
Inclined to look upon the affair as a
false alarm and one that had lowered
his dignity a bit.
"You expect to see them 'Paches cum
welkin right up to your carbines, eh?"
sneered John Barnes, as his eyes roam
ed up and down the valleys. "That's
like a tenderfoot. It's about half a
mile down whar' the valleys begin.
Thar's Just twenty-four rocks and
bsuhes between us and that pint, and
behind every one of 'em Is a redskin
ready fur a shot. Ye haven't seen 'em
bekase they hev crawled along like
sarplnts, but they nr" thar, Jest the
"But why don't the fight begin?"
"It'll cum fast 'nough without wish-
In' fur It. Ha! Thar It goes-the signal
smoke! That's Lame Bar slgnalln' t
the party In the pass behind us, On
warrior was left on top of the moun
tain over thar to watch fur the slg
mils. One two three four five. It'i
the signal to close In, and half an houi
from this ye'll hear bullets slngln
Corporal, kin anybody at the fort read
signal smokes?"
"I don't think so," was the reply.
"Nice lot o men to send up yere to
flght Injuns! If they could read sig
nals we could tell 'em of our fix, but
as It Is we'll hev to go It alone. It's
time we got under shelter, fur some
of 'em must be nenr 'nuff to reach us,
You've got carbines and we've got Win
chesters, and thar's loopholes fur all
of us. If they wasn't Apaches we
might hev a show, but It's goln to be
a clus shave agin a wipeout. We must
shoot Blow, and shoot to kill. They'll
hang on to us till help comes from the
fort, and that won't be afore tomorrer
All entered the cabin and made the
door secure, and while the two troop
ers went to the loophole, the pioneer In.
spected the wenpons laid out, and his
voice wob full of emotion as he said to
his daughter:
"Gal, thar's still time fur ye to git
out o' this. If ye git Inter the bresh
ye kin work yer way to the top of the
mountain and then circle around to the
fort. Ten minutes from now It'll bo
too lute."
"It's too late now, dad!" she Bald
as she kissed him.
"Goln" to stay with me?"
"Yes, dad. 1 have no one but you
you no one but me. Of what use If I
did get away and you were killed! Let
'em find us both alive or dead together.
"God bless ye, gal God bless ye fur
the only friend I hev on alrth!" whis
pered the father as he embraced her;
and then holding her nt arm's length
he continued: !
"Ye saw me set that trap over thar
this mornln. Them sojers will light
but the 'Paches will win In the end.
When thar's no longer any hope that
gun must be fired. It'll likely be fur
you to do It. And fur God's sake, gal,
don' le'. 'hem devils git hold of ye
nllve! Ktep one bullet to lire Into your
own heart If wust comes to wust. D'ye
hear that?"
The sight of the Indians coming
down the pass hnd stampeded the
troopers' horses. They came galloping
out of the ioom with frightened eyes
and ears laid back, and stirrups Hy
ing, and their iron hoofs made a ter-
nuie uuuer us wiey uem ukuiiibi wic
rocks. They ran straight down the val
ley, headed for the fot, ard tnough
not an Indian was to be seen, a score
of war whoops echoed among the hills.
"I told ye the reptiles war' In the
pass," exclaimed John Barnes to the
troopers, "and now we've got 'em on
three sides of us. Be keerful how ye
expose yerself, fer them 'Pache bullets
will be red hot when they strike!"
It was a bright sunshiny day, with
little air stirring, and the notes of a
gum bird which perched on the roof
of the cabin sounded painfully loud In
the stillness. The two troopers In the
cabin had the muzzles of their carbines
thrust through loopholes, and their
eyes took in the pass at their feet as
well as the bush bordered plain at
their right. In the broad sunshine a
rabbit hopped about I r.s search of
food, though keeping clear of the
clumps of bushes, nnd In the shadows
of the pass they now and then seem
ed to catch brief glimpses of darker
shadows. The pair of vultures circling
overhead at uch height that their
gruesome cries were not heard below,
looked down and noted the dusky fig
ure lurking behind every bush and
rock, and they narrowed their circles
and stretched out their necks. For a
long half hour the spot was as quiet
as a city of the dead at midnight.
Then the corporal's comrade withdrew
his rifle, from the loophole and put his
face to the opening. Fifteen seconds
later he staggered backwards, threw
up his nrma and felt full length on
the floor, shot through the brain and
dead before his ears drank in the re.
port of the rifle that sent the bullet.
Only one rifle cracked. There were no
cheers. The shot came from the right.
"No use!" growled the pioneer, as
his daughter ran over-to the fallen man
and lifted his head. "Durn a tender
foot! Didn't he know that them 'Paches
has Cut eyes like eagles? Let's see If
they are on the other side, too."
He moved -to one side and passed a
white cloth before the loophole. Crack!
went another rifle, an da bullet passed
through the cloth and struck the op
posite logs with an angry spat. That
settled It; the Indians were In position
to right and left, and their next move
would be to reach the plateau and
command the front.
'Here, dad what's the matter with
the other soldier?" suddenly called the
The corporal had sunk down on the
floor, dropped his face Into his hands
and was shivering nnd moaning and
sobbing. He was nn old soldier, but
had put In his time in barracks Instead
of the field.
"He's kerflunked," replied the fath
er. "However, I knowed he was a
tenderfoot and didn't look fur any sand.
Here you ain't you got any gizzard?"
The corporal groveled on the floor
and wept the harder. It might have
been so with every soldier out -of a
score. In the field he would have had
comrades to his right and left officers
to give orders time to work up his
nerve. Here he was penned up, and
the thud of the bullet as It struck hlH
comrade sickened and weakened him.
They left him huddled up against the
logs to take their stations at the loop
holes, and when the deep silence had
been unbroken for a quarter of an
hour the girl whispered v
"Dad, they are workln at the rocks
"I hears 'em, gal!" replied the fath
er, "but ef they pry that big rock loose
It won't hit the cabin. The slope of
the hill will take It to the left."
Ten minutes later a rock weighing
fifty tons came crashing down the
slope, carrying small trees, bushes, dirt
and smaller rocks befort It, and, clear
ing the cabin by ten feet, It fell upon
the trail below with thunderous Bound.
At the first movement of the rocks the
corporal had started up In terror and
rushed over to the door, and, while
father and daughter had their heads
turned away, he dropped the bar and
rushed -out. He dropped from the pla
teau to the trail amidst the cloud of
dust, and, heading to the south, he
bounded away like a deer. He ran for
thirty rods and then a rifle cracked
and he bounded Into the air and fell
dead on the grass.
"A tenderfoot gone crazy!" growled
Barnes, as he secured the door. "Both
sojers dead, and we've got to go It
alone. We've got to watch them cliffs
over thar. I want Lame B'ar to git
his hull crowd Into my trap, and the
1 way to entice It Is to flght 'em off.
' Take the other loophole, an fire at
every llvln' thing ye see."
Another half hour dragged away with
silence reigning over all, and then the
father and daughter fired almultane
ously from their respective loopholes.
Tlloy had caught sight of two warriors
wonting ineir way uuwn iu wie jiu
teau through a seam In the cliff. The
bronzed bodies, shining with grease
and perspiration, wormed themselves
along with snakelike motion, taking
idantngc of every Inch of cover, but
hey finally reached n point where the)
.ad to expose themselves. The glil
Ired but missed. The father flred nnd
jne of the warriors uttered his death
ry nnd plunged downward nnd lay on
the plateau In full 8lght shut through
the heart.
"I missed him, dad," said the girl, as
she lifted her face from her rifle.
"That'B all right, gal." replied the
father ns he left his loophole to light
his pipe and walk about, "Tho red
devils will Btay right whar they are
till darkness comes, nnd we'll see one
more sunrise Jest one morel"
"But can't we beat them oft?" Bhe
"No bIiow. Lame B'ar haB got at
least fifty bucks with him, and the
odds are too big. 1 kinder hoped tho
sojers would come, but they are ten
dcrfoots and won't chance It. Fifty
to two will wipe us out."
Had the wind been blowing an they
talked they might have heard the
sound of rifles nnd carbines. A troop
had been sent out, but In the narrow
Sunset valley n dozen Apachea wer)
blocking the wny of fifty soldiers, Tho
afternoon wnned and everything about
the pass continued quiet. The blrdB
enme and sang, the rabbits hopped
about, and a tenderfoot would not havo
believed that there wns an Indian In
miles of the place. The sun was dip
ping behind Pnnther mountain when
John Bnrnes turned from a cautious
BUivey of the valley to say:
"I wish ye'd gone, gal I really wish
"But I wouldn't leave you, dnd," wan
her reply.
That night down nt Fort Wheeler
there was an "Indlnn scare," and tho
garrison wob under arms all night.
I'p at Middle pass not even the howl
of n coyote broke the stillness. It was
a night of cloudless sky and twinkling
stars and silvery moon, and the mo
notonous chirp of the cricket would
have lulled n wounded man to rest. In
the cabin on the plateuu father nnd
daughter pat In the darkness and now
and then nodded In Bleep. At midnight,
had an eye been able to pierce tho
shadows veiling the cfltT opposite, It
would have seen thirty lithe but stnl
wait warriors descending from above.
Their moccaslned feet found foothold In
the crevices nnd their strong llngem
gilpped at every knob nnd projection.
They moved like shadows and made
no noise, and once down on the pla
teau they crouched behind the rocks
John Barnes had piled up for them,
nnd exulted. He had neither seen, nor
heard, but he knew they were there.
Dragging their way like a wounded
serpent, the hours passed on, and at
last daylight came.
"It's daylight, dnd," said the girl, as
she laid a hand on Ills arm.
"So It Is," he replied, ns he raised his
face from his handB. "Gal, come and
kiss me!"
"But we may come out all right."
"Not with 'Paches, gal not with
'Paches. It'll be a wipe-out afore tho
sun Is half nn hour high. Thar' goes
the fust gun! Put yer arms around my
neck and kiss me ngin nnd fur the last
time. They've opened on us now, and
the bullets will go whizzing through
like bees. I'm goln to spring the trap
and ketch half of 'em, but thur'U be
nutf left of 'em to"
He threw up his arms nnd pitched
forward, shot dead by a bullet which
had entered the loophole. The girl
flung herself down and kissed hlB face
and lifted his head In her lap, and ns
the bullets whizzed over he she rocked
to and fro and walled:
"Oh! dad! dad! dad! He was all I
had, and now he's gone, nnd"
She must spring the trap and she
must see that there was a bullet ready
for her heart. As she struggled up a
leaden missile struck her in the side.
She fell, but lifted herself and crawled
toward the gun. As she put out her
hands a bullet went through the palm.
Sh,e reached with the other and pulled
the trigger, and above the shouts of
exultant Indians above the roar of a
score of rifles clear and distinct to her
dying ears came a thunderous crash
and then the silence of death.
When the soldiers came to the rescue
that afternoon they saw how It had
been. On the grass lay the dead body
of the corporal, with a look of terror
still showing on his face; In the cabin
the corpses of father, daughter and
private; under tons of fallen rock
they knew not how many. The llvln'p
had fled in affright, and never again
would an Apache signal smoke be kin
dled In the valley.
Mrs. Jose Marti, whose distinguished
husband waB one of the first martyrs
to the Cuban revolution, Is now living
quietly In New York with the family
of her cousin, Dr. Bazan, who Is one
of the most prominent Cuban patriots
In the American continguent.
She came to New York from Havana
Just after the death of General Marti,
bringing her 19-year-old son, Jose
Marti, jr., with her, hoping thus to
divert his mind from the war for his
country's freedom, ThlH was for "no
lack of patriotism on her part, but be
cause she believed that her son was
too young to flght, and, motherlike, she
could not bear to see her baby go to
war, especially In the face of his father'
tragic death In the same cause. Like
many a similar ruse, It failed, and one
day the boy came to her and said:
"It'B no use, motherl I must go. I
cannot shirk my duty any longer," and
he went.
He Is now with General Garcia In the
Cuban army that did such gallant ser
vice In the great flght at Santiago. He
Is only 19 years of age, but has been
promoted to the position of lieutenant
and the management of a connan.and
rides hlB father's own horse, which for
tunately did not perish with his brave
Mrs. Marti Is the daughter of Fran
cisco de Zayas Bazan, a prominent law
yer of Camaguay, Puerto Principle. Her
marriage to Jose Marti was the result
of a girlhood romance. Her sister had
married a wealthy Mexican and Senor
Ita Barzan had gone to Mexico to visit
her. It was there that she met her
fate In the shapeof the future Cuban
general. He at that time was a poor
scribbler, who earned his living by writ
ing for the newspapers, but this made
no difference to th wealthy senorltu,
andIn spite of great family opposition
she marled him.
It will be remembered that, at the
time of his death, she claimed his body
In Havana, but this request from his
bereaved widow waB refused by tho
humane Spaniards.
It was once customnry In France,
when a guest remained too long, to
serve a cold shoulder of mutton Instead
of a hot roast. This was the origin
of the phrase "to give the cold
Duke Adolf Fredrlch of Mecklenburg
Schwerln, an uncle of the grand duke,
who won an army steeplechase at Ber
lin recently, Is the first prince of a
reigning house to ride In a race In Ger.
Flour, pressed Into bricks, Is In use
In the army to facilitate transportation.
The time for sklplng ropes Is here,
The time for tops hn come;
The bud In on the npplc bough, (
The blossom's on the plum.
Along the lane and In the park
The robin builds Itn nest,
'Twill soon be time for balls and kites
And mnrblcR nnd the rest.
Kite time, mnrble time,
Skipping rope and ball;
Fishing time, cycle time,
Swimming time nnd nil.
All that makes the year go round,
Full of healthy fun;
Skating time and coasting time,
So the seasons run.
The scholar shouting by the school
Proclaims the Joy of spring;
A flock of cyclers Bcurry piiBt
Like birds upon the wing.
I hear the humming of a top
Upon the Btreotn below; '
That little girl ban Jumped the ropo
A hundred times, I know.
Skipping rope and blossoming time,
Time for spinning tops;
All the year the fun Is here,
Pleasure never stops.
Time for fun and study, too;
Time for work nnd play.
Joys of Bprlng are on the wing,
Summer's on the way.
New York Herald.
A love drama has Just been enacted
In which the three grand old men of
Get many arc deeply concerned.
They are Bismarck, the statesmnn;
Schweninger, the physician, nnd Len
bach, the painter.
The young Emperor William Is also
a personage In this drnma, for ho wob
madly Infatuated with the woman who
plays the principal role In It.
Dr. Schweninger hna married the Bar
oness Lola von Hornsteln. whom he had
loved since she was a child. Ills pre
vious marriage he regarded as a regret
able and accidental obstacle to happi
ness. BlBinnrck has given his blessing to his
two old friends. Like them he disre
gards' the court and the world, where
he once played so great a part.
"May you be happy, my children,"
he Is reported to huve tald. "Despise
the world and It will respect you."
These great Germans are curiously
alike. All arc famed for the rdugh
ness and even the brutality of their
manners. Bismarck, above all other
statesmen, represents physlcnl force
In politics. He hns no respect for any I
on but a strong man, preferably a.
holdler. ,
For artiste and men of letters he i
has always professed the most cheer-
fur contempt. There Is, however, one
artist whom he loves, and that Is Frunz
von Lenbach. He has bo much strength
In his character und In his art thut
he compelH Bismarck's respect.
Once Blsmnrck defplsed doctors. He
was born with a magnificent constitu
tion. He scoffed nt moderation In
cntlng nnd drinking.
Then, In old age, Indigestion laid him
low and tortured him sorely, until, nt
Inst, he cried for mercy. Dr. Schwen
inger came to his rescue, stopped the
guzzling and cured him. Bismarck had
made cmnerors his tools, but In the
doctor he met an absolute despot. He
respected him.
Thus the trio Bismarck, Schweninger
and Lenbach came together. Their as
sociation hns at length resulted In u
strange, weird love drama.
In the year 1896 Franz Lenbach. al
ready the most successful painter of
Germany, went to "Milan to make a por
trait of the queen of Italy.
Among this visitors to Milan that
yeur were Countess Magdalena von
Moitke and her mother.
The Countess Magdalena, familiarly
known as "Lena," was the most be
witching little beauty that ever set
the court of Berlin by the ears. From
the uge of IS broken hearts hud ttrcwed
her nath.
She was a perfect type of Teutonic
loveliness. She had golden hair, liquid
blue eyes, peurly teeth and a fascinat
ing miii He.
She was a granddaughter of the great
Moltke's brother. From childhood she
was a favorite of Bismarck as well as
of Moitke. Her family had the high
est standing at court, but they were
The young Prince William, now the
emperor, lost his head over her. He
was not then the stern moralist he has
since become. The whole court knew
his adoration of the fair Lena.
The prince was then newly mnrrled.
His wife beenme Jealous und Infuriated.
The Imperial family feared a scandal
of too open a character.
Lena's character was above reproach,
except by those who consider flirting
a crime, and from that standpoint she
was, Indeed, a criminal. But the at
tentions of princes are dangerous, nnd
so for her own good and that of the
Imperial house her mother carried
her away to the Bcuth.
At Milan she met Lenbach. The great
painter begged to be permitted to trans
fer her beautiful features to canvas.
It would be a relaxation from the labor
of painting queens.
Lenbach found extraordinary artistic
Inspiration In the maiden. He sketched
her face again and again.
One afternoon the Countess von
Moitke, mother of Lena, entered the
studio. Did she find Lenbach glued
to his beloved canvas. Oh, no; he had
found another occupation equally con
genial to an artistic nature. His long
arm he Is bIx feet and four Inches high
encircled Lenu's waist, as they sat
together in a large armchair, and he
was telling her things not Intended
for publication.
When the mother Introduced herself
the scene was as pretty n one as the
artist had ever painted, but he unfor
tunately was Incupable of calmly op.
predating it.
The mother thought that It wae time
to settle her frolicsome duughter for
life, Lenbach was rich, nnd although
not of noble birth he enjoyed the favor
of courts and princes.
She requested un Interview with Len
bach, nnd Informed him that he was
bound as a gentleman to marry her
daughter. He, with pleasant memories
of Lena's waist, did not deny the ob
ligation. It Is Bald that when the Emperor
William heard of Lenbach's triumph he
swore that he would have revenge by
becoming a painter himself and teach
ing all Germany how to paint.
Franz Lenbach and the Countess
Le.nu von Moitke were married In Mu
nich, where he hud formerly lived.
As a matron the wus n brilliant
succcbH. She was the great social
lender In the charming old city. By
birth she was noble and by marriage
an artist, and so she became a link
between the two classes. She was a
splendid musician, the violin being her
favorite Instrument. Beautiful, gen
erous nnd sympathetic, ohe was adored
by all.
At her suggestion her husband built
the most splendid house In Munich, h
reproduction of a mediaeval German
palace. From cellar to garret It was
adorned with things of beauty. It was
the palace of n prince of art.
Lcnba.ch'B fame grew greater and
greater Me hnd painted the old Em
peror William, his son Frederick and
his grandson William and nil the mag
natefl of Germany.
Blsmnrck sat to him ngnln and again.
One of the finest portraits of Bls
mnrck was mnde by Lenbach Just after
he had been ousted from the chan
cellorship by the young emperor. Tho
aged statesman's aspect Is full of ma.
Jeaty nnd sadness. He gazes Into tho
past nnd his eyes Bay: "My glory hao
Lenbach found pecuniary necessities
very urgent nnd report BnyB he rcBortcd
to curious dodges to supply them.
Once he prosecuted a Munich plcturo
denier for rolling daubs with his nama
attached. The dealer produced a third
person who possessed a document
whereby Lenbach agreed to Bell his
signature for so much a picture. Ho
lost his care.
Lenbach'B bucccss In depleting tho
fentureB of the great received Its cul
minating reward when ho wns ennobled.
The emperor authorized him to put
"von" before his name. He Is now
Franz von Lenbach Infltcnd of plain
Franz Lenbach. Ho Is the only living
nrtlBt who hnfl been honored In thin
wny. His wife wiib largely Instrumen
tal In securing the honor for him.
Munich knew no more brilliant and
perfectly matched couple than Frans
von LcnbacliB was the Baroness Lola
von Hornsteln. She wub as beautiful
as Lenn, though In a less dazzling
Cushion. Hera wus a grave, calm beauty.
Lenbach hnd loved her In youth. In
his pnsslon Cor Lena he had forgotten
her. Then, In later yearn, they became
great friends. She, too, was one of tho
von Lenbach nnd bin wife. Life seemed
a glorious harmony for them. But fato
wan planning discord.
Among tho Intlmnte friends of tho
great painter's nmateur models.
In 1892 Franz von Lenbach and his
wife pnld a visit to Prince Bismarck
at Frlcdrlchsruh. Dr. Schweninger,
who hnd pulled the great statesman
from the grave, wan one among tho
other guests. It wan un Interesting
Dr. Schweninger In a man who la
forcible In nil things In medicine, In
action, In conversation and In love.
Prince Bismarck says of him:
"He Ib the only mnn whose will Ifl as
strong, or even stronger than! my
Schweninger hn a room In each of
Bismarck's houses, and goes and comes
tin he plenseH. He receives a largo
salary fiom the great man.
He saw the beautiful Lena von Len
bach nnd was Immediately enamored
of her. In his characteristic way ho
made love to her passlonutely. He cur
ried her by storm.
The society which gntheied at Prlnco
Bismarck's houtu was notoriously a
dnngeious one for women. Count Her
bert Blsmnrck ran away with three
ladles of rank before he submitted to
the bonds of matrimony. Dr. Schwen
inger's reputation was little better.
Schweninger Ib a man of splendid
physique. He Is six feet high, broad
Hhouldeied, and bus the muscles of a
blucksmlth, He brushes his light
brown hair strnlght back from his
forehead and hus a thick. Btubby beard.
He wears gold-rlmmed Hpectncles,
drinks heavily of beer and Rhine wine,
nnd Ib altogether a line specimen of tho
He has made himself famous by his
denunciation of corsets for women and
btlff hats for men,
After the visit to Frledrlchsruh
Franz von Lenbach did not fall to
perceive a change In his wife. Strango
to suy, It did not worry im much. Ot
lute he hud found the society of tho
Baroness von Hornsteln more nnd moro
Ihe Lenuuchs puld further visits to
Prince Blsmnrck at his estates of Frled
rlchsruh and Varzln. There Lena again
met Schweninger. Their relations be
came u scandal In aristocratic German
society. In which the woman was a
conspicuous figure.
Dr. Schweninger ban neVl'f Been
widely appreciated by fashionable so
ciety. Only those who are IntcnselJ
loyal to Bismarck tolerate the doctor.
In 1893, when Blsmnrck made his fa
mous visit to' the emperor nt Berlin, ho
insisted on taking Schweninger, be
cause he was essential to his health
ond comfort. The empress, however,
refused to receive the doctor on account
tif his llulson with the painter's wife,
It Is Interesting to -ecall here
another bit of court hlsto.'y connecting:
the emperor and von Lenbach. HI&
majesty created no little sensation four
years ago by overruling the hanging
committee of the Berlin salon and giv
ing a high place to i lady artist named:
Wllma von Pnrlaghl. She was a puplL
of Lenbach and a clever Imitator of his.
It seems that the emperor's action wass
due to his warm personal feeling foi
the artist rather than to hla accurate.
Frnnz von Lenbach found the Bean-'
dal annoying and his wife an encum
brance. So he said to Schweninger:
"You love my wife. I do not. I will
get a divorce. In the meantime don't
make any more scundal."
Thus the two arrived at an amlcabla
agreement, for which there ' are sev
eral eminent precedents In German his
tory. LlBtz agreed to transfer his wife to
Richard Wugner.
In order that he might be permitted
to bring a divorce suit, Lenbach apos
taslzed from the Roman Catholic
church. In 1896 he obtained his divorce
and in the same year he married Bar
oness von Hornsteln.
The divorced wife of Lenbach an
nounced that she was going to marry
Dr. Schweninger, but the unconven
tional doctor seemed to tarry. A little
more than a week ago, however, the
world was surprised to hear that Dr.
Schweninger and Lena von Moitke had
made a trip to Heligoland, Germany's
Grenta Green, and there been married.
They went on to London for their
Franz von Lenbach Is living as a
prince of painters In Munich, happy
with his second bride. Dr. Schwen
inger will soon be back with his new
bride to resume his old task of keep
ing his great patient out of the grave.
The favorite ilce of Marshal voa
Mol'ke will aid him.
The Belgian government has ordained
that, In the interest of newsgathering,
every newspnper In the country is en
titled hereafter to a free pass over all
the railways In the country.
In time of war France can nut 370
( out of every 1.000 of her populutlon In
Ned Miss Sllmly's figure Is certainly
not her fortune.
Ted No; but her father's figure Is.