Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, December 22, 1922, Page 14

FRIDAY, DECEMBER 22, 1922. €be Casper Daily Tribune The Little Red Feat! BY ROBERT W. CHAMBERS INSTALLM s Who im the Stery— triend treachery afoot at the which a special inv! ® coquette, who E WATTS, Lady CHER, of the Mohawk HARE, hi frie.d— ANT: Yellow haired men flatter, mda, mentionsd John BETSY BROWSE, two ho tell of horses that ht mn signal House bell sounds Penelope Rides. h trapper flung broke tn- © west Sieur Jea: gar, I have smell since ver’ long now I smell him dog fox!" started back through as I could stride aig’ of my log house, ded to see my mare out ing foot I sprang out of the edge of the woods and ran toward her she wheeled F a, and IT saw that !t was the C 4 upon my horse—her yellow ed up and whining Ike s n above h bloodless I wan astou end end Turk's face. tu @o you mean!” I eried in a t instantly from that e! Do you hear me? “TY must ride to Caughnawaga” she cated out, and struck my mare with Doth heels so thnt the horse bounded away beyond my reach. “Do you wish to steal my horset”* I Ge so. If» I wou horse. It is not meant me one would guide me afoot be to return to you your “Oh, And if not, then you mean to Is that the man I 1d have 4*could have I pleased. colder rage; Ipless, And ev- feard the crazy nouted. ‘How so, stirrup she ooked down at y. and. saw she was younger even than I haa thought, and v nade more like a slim ‘boy t a wom: smooth, asmile 1ad ever brok- 4 that bell calls drum or trum- ce there I must go to de you to hrough the woods or by road or trail. And you mean to take * sald I, curb- not vis A she in her still voice, to us here in County r my duty ts to an who t Caugt hana flat and ENT NO. 4. ares neck at me, the aress and in her the Mayfield fort eaia 1, “and be very certain I,sha:! “| not forget you. You may gallop al the way on this soft wood read. Will ;|¥eu care for Kaya at the fort when to unsaddied? ‘es, John Drogue.” she answered. looking mein the eyes. And the next moment sie was off at a gallop, her yellow hair loosened with the f bound of the horse, and flying abou her face and shoulders now, Uke sun shine flashing across windblown gold enrod. Then fn her saddle, the girl turned and looked back at me, and sat no, galloping, wu bn she nigh And woodinnd road, I began to understand as I stood + re alone in the [what Nick Stoner meant when he called this Scotch girl a disturber of men's minés and a mistress—all conscious, perhape—of a y art “Fall In. Around the log house in the clear- ing already were gathered a dozen or | sixteen men, the greater rumber jwWeartng the tow-cloth rifle frock of | the district militia, | Nick came over to where I’ stood | “It's Gir Johx we're to take, I hear,” |he said to me with a grin. “They y the lying louse of a Baronet has !been secretly plotting with Guy John- son and the Butlers in Canada. They jay we are to march on the Hall at |noon and hustle our merry Barcnet in- |to Johnstown all.” “Sir John har given repeated. “Sir John brexks {t the day!” cried Nick. “And he will break it again when we march to take him. Do you think he won't learn of our coming? Do you suppose he will stay at the Hall, which he has pledged his honor to do? ‘CaM int Fall inf ried Joe Scott his parol I very hour of | { nawaga wench in my|-ur captain; and everybody ran with| their packs and rifles to form in dou- We ranks of sixteen files front while ‘the drums rolled like spring thundor, filling the woods with their hollow vound, and the fifes shrilled Uke the | swish of rain through trees. Our company of the Mohawk regt- ment numbere’ thirty-six rifles—all that now remained of the old com | pany, three-fourths of which hed al- jready deserted to the Canadas with | Butler. All our officers had fled, Joe |Scott of Maxon, formerly a sergeant, now commanded us; Benjamin de Luysnes was cur Ieutenant Bo presently Nick Stoner, who acted as fife-major, blew lustily into his fife, pleying the marching tune, which is ont: e ed “The Little Hed Foot”; ana tho ms beat !t; und we marched titan of fows iv wtke Sie icthn his ancestral hall, if it chanced to be God's will. Stole Away. Johnson Hall was a: blaze of light. All gates and doors stood wide open, ang officers in Continental uniform and in the unlorm of the Palatine reg: iment, were classing in and out with a great clanking o swords and spur: Everywhere companies of regular infantry from Colonel Dayton's reg! ment of the New York line were mak- ing camp. “What troops are these, s icer inquired, indicating us wit nervous gesture. en, he was informed: said he, “there should be material for rangers among your farmer-militia. Pick me two men for ; Colonel Dayton who live by rifle and trap and who know the wilderness m Albany to the Lakes.” our captain told of Nick Stoner and we stepped out of the ranks into the red torch glow. | ‘Thank you, sir,” said the Pal: officer to our captain. And to us: low me, lads.” | He wes a brisk, handsome and smartly uniformed officer of militia; ;@nd his chéerul demeanor heartened me. We followed him through the stock- le gate and into the great house, an ha me ine “Fol- ad so perfectlygfamiliar to me in happier | days. As we came to the library, an offi- cer in the unifqrm of a colonel of the Continental line d from a group of ound the a map. center ck in} 1 UNDER +100, salen nr Mal car KOKO OvITeR Sao FACE Sok = ae ORTY FlosSy Floeze + En sempatg see BaRBers (Ted ears TONSILS ORPHAN -(N-THe-STOR™ Misery ARNEY GOOGLE-~ BASCO 600° TOMORROW Z P.M. SHARP By Billey De Be-k BARI =r @vess Ther DoerT Hane She Lear CLOveERs ta @use Plannicar BANOLA TOCKEY CLUB uppers AUSPICES OF come CLOSER Souc Pup 6oy Dem: Tatss DUWE of PEU STREET Sock - wee -WAss SPARK eLUG PETEY DINK- Stoner and 1 saluted his epaulettes. “This is young Nick Stoner, of Fonda's Bush, sir,” said the Palatine | officer, } “Oh, sata the Colonel dryly. “T |have healed of the Stoner boys. And what may be your name? he tn- | , also,” he re- | | quired, fastening his plercng eyes cn mine. “John Drogue, sir.” “I have heard of marked, more dryly For a full minute, it seemed to me, | he scrutinized me from head to foot. | “Mr. Drogue," sald he, “I am Col- | onel Dayton; and I have tn my per- | sonal baggage a lieutenant’s com- | mission for you from our good gov- ernor. I stood astonished to learn of my | preferment, never dreaming nor even wishing for military rank, but per-{ fectly content to carry the sack of a private soldier in.this most Just of ail ware, “Mr, Drogue,” satd Dayton believe, are the only example among the gentry of Tryon county who has so openly embraced the cause of ou jthirteen colonies. I do not include! the Albany Patroon: I speak only of| the nobility and gentry of this county. | 5 And it took courage to turn| yotr back upon your own caste,” “It would have wnore to turn own countrymen, s’r.”" John is fled. Did you know "he said abruptly. I felt the hot shame burn my face} g to the roots of my hair, “Broke his parole of honor and gone off," added Dayton. “Wher do| ‘you suppose he is making for with | his Tories and Highlanders?” | “God knows, sir. By the Sacandaga and the lakes, no doubt?” “Could he go by Saratoga and the top o' the Hudson? {a a pathless wilderness.” | “Yes. And still I think the rogue |went that way. I havei rangers out |looking for signs of him beyond Bs ton. Also I sent half a battalion to- werd theSacandage. Of course \Al-| bany Royalists warned him of my coming. I couldn’t prevent that, | could Schuyler, no, nor the very | himself! i “And here am I at the Hall, and! jthe fox stole away to the Canadas. | And what now to do now I know not |. . . Do you? “Colonel,” said I, “unless the Brit. |!sh hold Champlain, Sir John would} scarcely risk a filght in that direction. | jNe. He would prefer to plunge into | the wilderness and travel by Oswe-{ | gatchl. rr. “Do you so belleve, Mr. Drogue?” I looked at Dayton, then turned to| Nick. “What manded. “By God,” he blurted out, “ I am | of that mind too! Only a madman would attempt the wilderness by Os- wegatch!: and I wager that Sir John is already beyond the Sacandaga and| making for the Canadas on the old} Mohawk war-trall!” Colonel Dayton laid one hand on my} shoulder: ise Drogue,” said he, “we have militia and partizans more than suf- ficient in Tryon. What we need are more regulars, too; but most of all, jand in this crisis, we need rangers. | God alone knows what is coming upon Tryon county from the North—what levil is breeding thcre—what sinister forces are gathering to overwhelm | these defenseless settlements. | “We have scarcely a fort on this| frontier, scarcely a blockhouse. Every town and village and hamlet north of Nic! think you, I de- Albany is unprotected; every lonely settler is now at the mercy of this unknown and monstrous menace which {s gathering lke a thunder- cloud in the north. “Regular regiments require time to | muster; the militia have yet to prove jthelr worth; partizans, minute men, |alarm companies—the value of all | these remains a*question still. Damn it, I want rangers! !I want them now!! He drove one gloved hand into the palm of the other to emphasize what WHY CANT 4 f— (Nov Be SENsiGte | — SEND HER. SOMETHING USEFULL — A HAT oR Soren!) N'ARe- FIF- ] TWicent — FiF- -A QUARTER GeNTs"’ — ONE FOURTH OF ,, & DOLLAR-N ARE -- if WY~\ ALMOST Fowcot UTre Tce — WHAT Do You Hinks | OUGHT 10 Get HER Piece — TWENTA CENT AND MRS BLOSSOM RENTED A GARAGE IN THE ALLEY — THAT'S HOW | MET HER SHE'S REALLY A VERY NICE SORT OF PERSON WHAT'S SKEEZIX FOUND TW PLAY WITH Now ? WEIL, SHES C£EN VERY NIKE 7D ME. HAD ME OVER TO DINNER AND AL. THAT OF COURSE WE'RE JUST COOG FRIENDS. SEE SKEEZIX,vou PUT A PENNY IN HIS HAND AND THEN WIGGLE THE LEVER AND WE SUTS THE /) PENNY IN MIS A, THAT'S THE UTTLE PENNY BANK YoU HAD WHEN YOU WERE A BASY, WALTER. NOW WALTER, \ con't vou Try ‘ TW Keer ARETHING)) FROM YOUR Look, Mazon !-! Ger TW Qveen @ DUDE oF @ ELecTRIc WRUNG (REN FoR Cherstmas} ON ELECTRIC CURLING (RON — FUNNY | seve THOUGHT o& THAT = You PooR- BnBo ~ DONT You Know, (= You Give HER THAT cURLS Her oun Hai2- Giecs DoT Uke To Be RE- | WINNIE WINKLE, THE BREADWINNER. Kenneti’s Christm WHY DONTCHA GET OK THIS SOLID DONT BE SILLY, DEARIE! 1 WANT To THANK You HIM A CIGARETTE - SILVER. CASI 38S! HAVE TH! INITIAL FOR HELPING ME Pick cas! GET HIM A 16 BeauTIFUL! "AR" FOR KENNETH OUT KENNETH DARES HANDSOME ONE 11 TLL TLL HAVE HIS INGRAVED ON iT It CHRISTMAS PRESENT ! GO ALONG AN’ HELP INITIALS “IR-D") { tHar's TH! WAY THEY'RE [I] 17 WAS 50 KIND IVE UP YOUR YA PICK ONE OUT eteeeee ALL Doin’ Now, DEARIE !H] YOK TO SE OP FOR ME as Present 1m UP A TREE! 1 SIMPLY Don't KNOW War TO GET KENNETH FOR CHRISTMAS I! AIN'T IT A SCREAM? THAT SIMPLE LITTLE BLONDE THINKS I HELPED HER PICK THAT SILVER CIGARETTE-CASE FOR KENNETH DARE LI PICKED IT OUT FOR MYSELF! fA WAIT TILL KENNETA BLOWS BACK TO TOWN~1'LL MAKE HIM FORK IT. OVER TOME! AN' TH! "KK" ENGRAVED ON IT WILL STAND | FOR" KITTY” AN' NOT "KENNETH! ess OS S) DON'T MENTION IT, DEARIE L CAN'T TELL YA WHAT A PLEASURE 1T WAS To HELP } want strong men, keen men, tough} men, rough men. “I want men who fear God, if that may be, or who fear the devil, if that may’ be; but who fear nothing else on earth! He shot a look at Nick boy theret!" he exclaime: no judge of men! And like yourself,, quois trail at the Sagandaga. That's “Very well. Take what men you | where you shall chiefly operate—aloug | can collect and go there instantly, |{"—~ the Bacandags, und the mountains | Mr. Drogue, and place that foolish wo-! nerthward! That's where I cxpect|man under arrest!” trouble.” (Copyright, 1922, Rell Syndicate,Inc.)| ‘An offices appeared at the open|Amother Fine Installmert Tomorrow. door and saluted. i= “Well, sir,” sharply. Use your Credit Call i5 or 16 and give Miss Classified ingaired _ Dayton The Hopewell Hospital Lillian L. Nelson, Superintendent he sald: “T want real rangers, not militia! I want young men who laugh at ans face old deatm can pull at them. I j Mr. Drogue, when once they blood} “It is reported, sir, that Lady John Thachiepolls, Wyo. . z yout Come, alt; can you find « few | son is gone in a great rago ti the | 4 cenoral howpitaly situated tn your Want Ad—vwe'll send bill later— such men for me, and take full | hunting lodge, as re were already | th. Hot Springs district of Ther. no ai C * it. ey eer raate there at last’ ac:\} mopolis, to which visriing | phys!- extra charge for credit. count clans are welcome. 3 “A pledge!” he exclaimet, beating | “Where's this place?” demanded | fates moderate: only U Ph his gloved palms. “And when you| Dayton, turning to m saben itor Haas eee ae se our one jean ‘collects dozen—the flrat full ne summer Louse on the Via‘e,'I Gress the Superintendent eee { | dor*n—I want you to stop the Iro- sir.”