Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, December 21, 1922, Page 12

cit ie » te 0: x 2 ae Th === BY ROBERT W. CHAMBERS INSTALLMENT NO. 3. Who's Whe in the Story— friend and STONER, bis bor in the woods, who brave se h the Cont! t of County T: en his parole ai s at Johnson Hall, al sence of yal i Drogue to suspect SWIFT, a coquette, CLAUDIA shares fav with CAPTAIN STEVE WATTS, Lady Johnson's broth N MOUCHER, of the Mohawk and ANT HARE, Rustic Gallantry. ow, there was a mile to gallop ward along a wet path toward er House Point; and in a little I saw the long, low house called Pigeon-Wood, which sst astride o° he old Iroquois war trail to the Sa- aga and the Canadas. There was no light in the windows, e milky lustre of the heaven ded all, and there, upon the rai ¢, I did see Nick Storer a-kissing ¢ Betsy Browse. ‘They heard my horee and fluttered from the fence like two robing, as J pulled vu “Hush!’ said The old man sliding a graceless arm “But he sleeps iike an ox.” And, te Betsy, “Whistie thy little sister from her nest, sweetheart. For there are no gullants tn Tryon to match with my comrade, John Drogue’ Which did not please me to hear, for I had small mina for rustic gal- fer © * quoth Nick around her. lantry; b and whi the house door opened without any noise, ant her sister, Jessica, came across the stariit grass, rubbing, both her eyes with her little fists, like a/°¢ child roused from sleep—a shy, smil- ing, red-lipped thing, who gave me her hand and yawned. “You have a fine mare, Mr. said she, gently caressing o rider better mounted eon-Wood.” riders pass, Jessica?" n’s company between Fish e Ha horsemen who ride We hear them.” they be t know, alr “Very ¢ from “Coming the north?” tes, from the north.” they wagons to escort?” “Have card he leaned down from. thn saddle and rested both hands on my shoulders: “Are. you of Sir John's people?” asked ‘Of them, perhaps, them, Jessica."* ‘Oh, the other party?” “Yes.” “why?” Ve use we design to live as free es God made us, and not as king- aves.” h, * quoth she, opening her, eyes wide, “you use very might: words to me, Mr. Drogue. There are young men in red coats and gilt lace on their hsts who would call you rebel.” she but not with all your lovers king's ment” lovers?"* ‘ou one? said I. and, indeed, would not know te conduct—"* “We could learn. But I only laugged, disengaging her arms, and passing my own round her supple waist. “Listen,” said I, “Nick and I meen no harm in a starlit frolic, where we “No harm?” Neither that nor better, Jessica. tarry for a kiss from a pretty maid.” or do you; and I know that very well. With me it's a laugh and a kiss and o laugh; and into my stirrups and off” At that moment came Nick on noiseless tread to twitch my arm. “Look,” said he, pointing toward the tong, low rampart of Maxon Ridge. I turned and eaw the Iroquois sig- nalflame mount thin and high, trem- bie, burn red against the stars, then die there in the darkness. Northward another flame reddened on the hills, then another, fire an- ewering fire. “What the devil is this?’ growled Nick. “These are no time for In- dians to talk to one another with fire."* “Get into your sa¢dle,” said T. So the tall lad took his leave of his little pigéon of Pigeon-Wood, who seemed far from willing to let him loose; and I made my adieux to Jes sica, who stood spouting; and Weitubs. And keep your door bolted un-| ounted and set off at a gallop. ‘Those Iroquo!s fires trouble me ightily," quoth Nick, pushing his ic horse forward beside my mare. “And me,” said I. “Why should on the night Hilakatoo comes to the Bet The Art of Love. So we galloped into Fonda's Bush, pulling up befere my door; but Nick | ¢ stay the night and must p on to his own loghous I dismounted, aglow in the 2 wel, one day ride wi chief of the Seneca! “I never had a sweet-/Drozue?” ey talk with tire] } But, standing by my door, bridle in and, I slowly shook my head. ‘There is no prett than 1 who may -this Scotch I asked with a smile, and bi now unsad4ling. “I mean the new | Douw Fonda.” have not noticed her.” © not seen the Caughna- servant to old and of remained girl of Douw Fonda, Penelope Grant.” saddle. When he cep and takes! you should every aft- thetr) I shrugged and lifted? m: x laughed egain. laughing mtre {nto her warm stal! court her yourself, one shouted after me, as he gathered bridle. “And if you do, Go |natp you, John Drogue. for they [she’s @ born disturber of quiet me lminds, and mistress of a very mi lchtevous and deadly art!’ | “whet ar:?" | “The art of lov e bawled as he} ‘rode off, slapping t= thighs and set-| |ttng the moonlit woods all a-ringing| jwith his laughter, ‘Tie Block House Bell. | | Tt was the first sunny May day of| the. year, A sweet, w: cleared lands. I was standing in glebe just after sunrise, gazing across my great |cleared ficld—I had bus one then, al \else being woods—and I was thinking about my crops. I remember, now, that I presently fell to whistling the ait of “The Littie| my jRed Foot," when, of a sudde ‘through the May woods there gr upon the alr a trembling sound, di ltant and sad. Now it sounded toud the breeze stirred; now fainter | fted, so that a mournful throbbed in my ears. | It was the sound of the tron bell lringing on the new Block House at Mayfield. | The carelessly whistled tune died upon my lips; my heart almost coased ‘for a moment, then violently beat the jalarm. I ran,to a hemlock stump tn the field, where my. loaded rifle rested, \and took it up and looked at the prim- |ing powder, finding st dry and bright. ‘Then T turned and went swiftly to my house, snatched blanket from bed. spread it on the »uncheon floor, laid upon {t a sack of new bullets, a new of powder, a heap of buck- aps for wading, a bag of other of parched corn, rips of smoked venison. I pullel my district militia ais, which same wi hunt- of tow cloth, spatter dashes me, dnd a felt hat, cocked. i } Across the bi of my tow cloth! [hunting shir: I slung a bullet pouch, | powder horn and a leather aver.) ; seized my Ught hatchet and hung it to my belt, hoisted the blan- ket pack to ny shoulders anci strap: ped it there; and, picking up rifle and hunting knife, I passed swiftly out of the house, fastening the heavy caken door behind me and wondering whether I should ever return to open {t again. The trodden forest trail, wide enough for a team to pass, lay| straight before me due west, through | fheavy woods,*to Andrew Bowman's farm. ‘When I came into the cleared land T saw Mra Bowman washing clothing in @ spring near the door of her log} house. When she saw me she called |to me across the clearing: “Haye you news for me, John “Where is your None,” said I, ean, Martha?" “Gone away to Stoner’s with pack and rifle. He is but just . departed. In it only a drill call, or are the In- dians out at the Lower Castler?” “I< know nothing,” said I. ‘you alone in the house?” “A young kinswoman, Penelope Grant, servant to old Douw Fonda, arrived late ‘last ‘night with my man from Caughnawaga, and is still asleep} in the loft.” As she apoke a girl clothed only in her shift, came to the open door of the log house. Her naked feet: were snow white; her hatr, yellow: as Octobe: corn, seemed very thick and tangled. She stooG. blinking as. though da: sled, the glory of the rising sun in her face. “What is that sound?’. she ex- claimed, staring about her; and T had never seen @ woman's eyes so brown under such yellow hair. She stepped out into the fresh grass and s‘ood in the dew listening, now gazing at“ the woods, now at Martha Bowman, and now upon me. Speech came to me with an odd |sort of anger. I said to Mrs. Bowman, who stood gaping in the sunshin “Where are your wits? Take child into tho house and bar your shutters and (raw water for your ‘Are 1 some of the milit!a can «return jfrom Stoner’s.”” At that, the girl, Penelope turned jand looked at me. And I thought she was badly frightened until she spoke. “Are the Mohawks out?’ she asked. “Haye I not sald I do not know?” “Yes, sir But I should have the shortest route to Caya- a child.” said I, “You talk like she began timidly; but I bit o° baggeige! }homespun shift ‘a|“or will you (have us all pulling war HAW HAW = WHERE HE Sars THE CARROTS Just SEFoRE j HG Race - “THATS. A Hor one -. Ano THI< ONE Tee No. I remain {neurious concern-| servants,” sald I dryly. , he laughed. “Well, then, | youth of Johnstown, yee,| Schenectady, too, have not indifferent to th Geotch PETEY DINK- — ARE You A 00D littce Boy ANd IS SQN CLAUS GOIKG To BRING You — Hows SoPHisticateo CHILOREN ARE These DANS —1 HADA UTE Boy NOT OVER FiVE NEARS OLD Tete ME SANTY CLAUS WAS THe GUNK \X100IN- LADY | =>) WAS WISE To THat SANTY CLAUS BUNS TWie Nears Aco Rieteew Before 1 Kew THERe- Was No SANTA < cays — ) Sometuine % “I am a servant to @ very old mau, she said, twisting ber linked fingers. I can not aba nim! I c MOTHER !— DINNER Met him remain all alone at Cayadutta 1 SI 2 ey lodge. Will you ta r - ai Saae, ods: {1 you take me C- /pann dace 4 _ WALTER. YOU CEAR B9¥ ! : “And it I were free of duty.” VVE SEEN THimKInNG OF You Hh “T would not take you or any ALL THE Morning! woman into those “Why sir?" “Because I do not yet comprebend what that bell ts telling me. And !f t means that there is a painted war- rty out between Sacandaga and the Mohawk, I shall not :ake you to Cau ghnawaga when I return from Ston: er's, and that's f.at.” “I am not afraid to go,” sald But I think I saw her shudder; and her face seemed very and white mn Mra. Bowman ran out howse and caught tbe girl | to him?" | | accursed woo not, of the by. her “Come indoors!’ she ‘ered shriliy, | arrows out of our bodies while you stand blinking at the woofs and gos- siping with Jack Drogue?”" T’hdd no more time to argue, and T flung my rifle to my shoulder started out across the cleared 1 Once I looked back. I saw her stil) ex GASOLINE ALLEY—MOTHER KNOWS WHAT TO DO NEXT | Know (tT Now BuT—Novu Ace AS 1 Nou DIONT-—"! Now You Two SIT Down AMO REST WHILE 1 GET + You SOMETHING TO GAT. You MUST BE FAMISHECM® Standing there, the rising sun brigh: on her tangled hair, and her naked feet shining like silver in the dew wet grass. (Copyrigh Another | 1922, Bell Syndicase, Inc.) ‘ine Installment Tomorow. A GT] SewWMNG a { Basker WoULD Look, Gsi@— |} BoverT LicLums es wow’ oF & SEWING BAskeT FOR > CHRISTANAS! NOTICE OF ASSESSMENT. To All Persons Liabre for Assess- ment in Paving District Number} Twenty-Two. | Notice is hereby given that the Assessment Roll for Paving D trict Number Twenty-Two was cer- tified on the 11th day of December, A. D. 1922, by the City Clerk to the undersigned City Treasurer for collection. The owners of any lots, tracts, or parcels of land or other property charged with assessment from all or may redeem the same any pertion of the lias: cost of. such improvement by pay ing the entire assessment, or any| portion thereof, charged against auch lots, tracts, or parcels of land| without interest within thirty days after the first publication notice, | to-wit: On or before the 22nd day} of December, A. D. 1922. j The owner of any such lots,/ tracts or. parcels of land may re- deem the same from all liabilities for the unpaid amount of said as- sessment at any time after said thirty days by paying the entire | stallment of said assessment unpaid and charged against any lot, tract, | or parcel of land at the time of} such payment, with interest thereon | at the date of maturity of the last} installment falling due the entire} ten equal installments with interest upon the whole sum unpaid, at the rate of six per cent per annum, pay- able at the same time that the in-} stallments are payable. All p: ments shall be made to the City Treasurer. This notice is given pursuant to; {the ordinances to the City of Cas-! per, and the Statutes of Wyoming. In Witness Whereof, I have} hereunto set my hand at Casper, | Wyoming, this i1th day of Decem- jber, A. D., 1922. | J. 8S. VAN DOREN, ‘ | City Treasurer. Publish December 12 to 22, 1922, inclusive. Sul eA a | NOTICE OF ASSESSMENT. To All Persons Liable for Assess-| -- ment in Sanitary Sewer District |Number Twelve. SAY KRAUS, THESE El SMELLO'S ¥’SOLD My DATTER WINNIE — s]] -eR-CAN YCHANGE *)| 1G FOR A BOX OF DECENT cicars Pao, SURE MR.WINKLE! TLUGIVE You A Box OF CLARA HABANO'S But irk cost you 2] L592 More ft es I vmauan Taminsien (WENT SHOPPIN) AN’ GAYE MEA CHANCE TO LOOK THROUGH THESE PRESENTS: B WINMM Il HERES A Box OF PUNE ROLIDAY CIGARS! THERE'S NO LABEL ONTO IT, BUTT sipost 11'S MEANT, FoR ME {tt jafter the first publication notice,|the rate of six per cent per annum! Notice is hereby given that the| to-wit: On or before the 22nd day payable at the time that -the install- Assessment Roll for Sanitary Sewer| of December, A. D. 1922. ments are payable. All payments District Number Twelve was certi-| The owner of any such _lots,|*bsll be made to the City Treasurer. fied on the 20th day of November,'deem the same from all liabilities| This notice is giyen pursuart to A. D. 1922, by the City Clerk to|tracts, or parcels of land may re-|the ordinances of the City of Cas the undersigned City Treasurer for|for the unpaid amount of said as-|per and the statutes of Wyoming. collection. The owners of any lots,|secsment at any time after said, In witness whereof I have here-| tracts, or parcels of land or other/| thirty days by paying the entire in-|unto set my hand at Casper. Wyo- BEN WARMAN Grandon of Sierra Two wonderful novels of Wyoming by Congressman- Elect ar that bell?” I demand- Yo you he: ed angrily I should property charged with assessment) stallment of said assessment unpaid ming, this 11th day of December. | |miay redeem the same from all or/and charged against cny lot, tract|A- 2 | any. portion of the liability for the) or parcel of land at the time of such cost of such improvement by pay-|payment, with iz ting the entire assessment or any) the date of matu portion thereof, charged against|stallment falling due and the-entire such lots, tracts or parcels of land|ten equal installments with inter- without interest within thirty days|est upon the whole sum unpaid, at 2. J. S. VAN DOREN, } City Treasurer. | sh December 12 to 22, 1922, CHAS. E. WINTER On Sale at All Drug Stores A and Stationery Stores in Casper Publi d get results HAROLD TEEN—LIKE BUYING A BALDHEADED GENT A HAIRBRUSH Foe PHONOGRAPHS — sHe Never Took ASTITCH IN HE® ure! WELL, IT COST ME 5 BUCKS TO CHANGE THEM CIGARS, BUT AT LEAST I'LL BE ABLE TO THEM WHEN WINNIE HANDS E74 TOMS orenees MUSH LSE IT O OU RIP WINKLE ~THE CANT Fool ME sleeré OH THATS Just \f A Box OF CHEAP CIGARS 1 BOUGHT To Give THE JANITOR! SMOKE I nee-nee ft Use your Credit Call 15 or 16 and give Miss Classified your Want Ad—we’ll send bill later— no extra charge for credit. | Use your Phone ‘Ov 1 | i—