Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, December 29, 1922, Page 8

‘AGE EIGHT. The Little Who's Who in me Story— } CK DROGcr, of discarded title h the Continental] nant“ under DAYTON, who has omer. > place under arrest LADY JOHNSON, retiring i hunting lodge Summer Point since the House SR JOHN, ber rank Royalist hus band broke parole, enlisted Indiar Sacandag on the SLAUDIA SWIFT, acc * Johason and begs fENELOPE GRANT, } haire Scotch girl to remain at the lodge s Jack Dro} Her Scottish Jack as be presses forth with KICK STONER. good friend and a range: SHIOHERO, “THE RIVER the prophetess of the s warns of Mohawks Iroquol tra SCREECH OWL and WATER BNAKB, Oneida Indianas, who pledge themselves to Drogue's party, cap ture BAGUENAY, YELLOW LEAF, an river. @PE LITTLE RED FOOT mark of v bravely. is the tims who die fighting The Oneida this symbol her Drogue's party edopts the avenge the scalps the Mohawks taken. The Eaguensy Indian follows Jack es a faithful guide. At West River they meet the Mohawks and savagely. The Oneida maid ts c tured and about to be drowned when the Oneida Indians and Jack Drogue's o bravely the Mohawks batt! men counte are routed Dros: Summer Point to the Commandant. He sees Penelope again and kieses her when she offers woolen sox she has knitted for his men. JOHN HOWELL, Tory, far at whos: cabin on the ridge a miinight ren- devous of King’s people is attacke! by Jack Drogue's patrol. Jack is shot. The Onelda prophetess says he will live. IN SHADOW-LAND. ‘When I became conscicus, I was ly- tmg under blankets upon a trundle. ted, within the four walls of a very smal! room. ‘The place emelled rank, ike a phar- macy, and slightly sickesed me, There were sey Uttle recom. Fide the bed. I could net move my body: my head feemed too heavy to lfi; but I wes aware of a woman standing clese to where my heai rested. I could sec her two feet in thelr buckled shoes, and her pettivoat printed in flowers. ‘When the surgeon had done a-pack- ing my wond with lint, pain had left me weak and indifferent, and I lay heavily, with lids closed. i was in the gun-room at Summer Houre. “Do you know how long you have been here?” Nick asked, amysed. “Some three of four days, ¥ pose. “A month today.” fou have asked no questions, people in the Tew kneeling be- of cotton stuff sup. 4 sick man, When recovering, asks zeny. You seem to remain incurious, indifferent. Yet, you are in the house of old friends. He looked at me out of his kind, grave eyes: .'Also,” he said, “you had many days of fever.” My face burned: I feared to gues« wht he meant, but now I must ask “Did I babble?” “A feverish patient cften becomes Joquacious.”” “Has Lady Johnson heard me? Or stress Swift? Or—Mistress Grant.” | ." said he. “These ladies st tender und attentive whey your soldiers brought you hither; but ro days afterward, whils you s ay unconscious—and your right lung solid,—there came a flag from ‘al Schuyler, and an escort o° Horse for the ‘ladies. “And they departed as fxlsoners the follow 37 flag. to be ¥ are gone?” sir. Lady Johnson, ‘while bappy in her prospective freedom, and hopeful of meeting her husband in New York seemed very greatly distressed to leave you here in such a plight. And Mistress Swift offered to remain and care for you, but our mf} ry authoriti PePnelope Gra: kept this house in or- dish der, and ducks and pig, horse, hoed the garden, sewed band- fed the chickens| groomed your ages, picked lint, knitted stockings! and soldiers’ vests——" “Why” I demanded “I asked her that, John. And she| answered that there was nobody here to care for a sick man's comfort, and that Dr. Thatcher had told her you would dle if ti town hospits | y moved you to Johns-| CONVALESCENT. I think that summer strangest ever I have lived - unreal days of life,—so Still, ; 80 strangely calm the solitude that ringed me where I was slowly healing! » of my burt. Each dawn was heralded by gold fir evening by a rosy conflagra- the west. Tt rained only at| nd all the crvstal clear-mid.| amer scarcely a shred of fleece} d the empyrean. | here were closer bits of heaven| : tress Penelope in | BY ROBERT W. CHAMBERS INSTALLMENT NO. 10. Unpainted Indian who tells also of Mohawks taking scalps on the West - into a drift IT went, and she pounced | scalp, | and I sank the deeper and could not | fairly yelled. Red Foot Then she seated herself at in her Win reading-chatr, basket of wool-skeins upon the pol- ished book-rest, ‘snd calmly fell to knitting. “So, you are mending fast, sazs she; and her smooth little fingers ravelling steady with her shining and hor dark eyes intent on it ts @ strange thing how love} did me. j So passed that unreal summer of ; and so came autumn upon us with its erimsons, purples, and russet-gold. | Rumours of wars came to us, but} no war; gossip of armies and of ba ties, but no battles. IN THE KITCHEN. | Toward sunset one day, when I me from walking my post on the da roof to find why Nick had t retieved me, I descended the stairs 4 looked into the kitchen, where as a pleasant of cinnam fresh made and of johnny-| ake and of meat a-stewing. } And there I did see Nick push Pene-| jope into a corner to kis: aw her fetch him a cle open hand | Then again, and broad on his sur prised and silly face, fell her little} ‘and like the clear crack of a drover’s whip. And, breath olas!” ™ ‘There! she falters, out o° “theres’ for you, friend Nich- foolish Goa! says lie, in amaze, “why do you that, Pepelove “I kiss whom TI please and none} other!” says she, fast dreathing, and| her durk eyes wide and bright “You love Jack Drogue,” said he, belabour me sulkily, “and therefore 0 dote on you.” “I love you both,” am enamoured of nm “You have vedeviled him,” said) Nick sulkily, “as you have witched | all men who encounter you. He hath a fever and is sick of 1 She was slicing hot johnnycake with @ knife fn the pan; and now looked up st him with eyes full of curiosity. Bewitched him? I.” “Surely. Who else, then?" “You are jesting, Nick.” “No. Like others be has taken the Caughnawaga fever. The very air you breathe is full of it. But, with a man like my comrade, it fe no more than a fever. And it passes, pretty maid!—it passes.” “Does it so?” “It does. It burns out folly and leaves him the healthier.” “Oh, then—with a gentleman like your comrade, Mr. Drogue—l’amour n'est qu'une maladie legero qui se guerira sans medecin, n'est ce pas. the very dicky-birds will answer wee- wee-wee!”” he retorted. “But {f you mean, does John Drogue mate below his proper caste, then there's no wee- wee-wee about it; for that the Daird of .Northesk will never do!” “I iknow that,” sald she cooly. And opened the pot to fork the steaming stew, then set on the cover and passed her hand over her brow where a slight dew glistened and where her hair curled paler gold and tighter, ike a child's. SNOWBALLS AND KISSES. Snow came as it comes to us in the Northland—a blinding fall, heavy and menctonous—and in forty-eight hours the Johnstown Road was blocked. Following a day of dazzling sun- shine and intense cold, which set our timbers crackling; and the snow, like tnest flour, creaked under our snow- shoes. All the universe had turned to blue and silver. Summer House was covered to the veranda eaves. We made shovels and cleared the roofs and broke paths to stable and well. Nick made a snowball and flung it at me, but I dodged it. Then Pene lope made another and aimed {+ at me xo truly that the soft lump covered my ap and shoulders with snow. But her quick peal of laughter was checked when i sprang up to chasten her, and she fled on her pattens, but I caught her around the corner of the house under the Iilaos. : “You should be trounced like any child,” said I, holding her with one hand whilst I scraped out snow from my neck with t’other. At that she bent and flung a hand- ful of snow over me; and I eeized her. bent her back, and scrubbed her face til {t was pink. Choked with snow and laughter, we swayed together, breathless, she still defiant and snatching up snow to fling over me. “You little minx!” said I, when I dad spat out a mouthful of snow, “is not anyone free to trounce a child! At that I slipped or she tripped me; on me.and sat astride with a cry of triumph. “Now,” says she,‘ shall take your my fine friend”; and twisted one hand in my hair, “Hiu-u! Kou-ee!" she cried, “‘a scalp taken means war to the end! Do you cry me mercy, John Drogue?”” I struggled, but the snow was roft unseat her. “Do you yield you, John Drogue? “No! Do you mean to drown me, you vixen!’ “You engage not to seek revenge?” “I do so.”” Because you love mo ten- “Let me “That is not a loving speech, John Drogue. Do you love me or no?” “Yes, I do,—you Uttlo,—" ‘Little what?” “Object of my heart's desire!” I “Iam lke to smother hers Thig is Al! Fools’ Day,” says she. sick with laughter to see me mad and at her mercy. ‘Therefore, you rnust tell me lies, not truths. Tell me a pretty He,—quickly!—else I scrub your features!” se heave or two I lay |BARNEY GOOGLE--Sparl:y Breaks Traini SECTY POUNDS OVER-WEIGUT. A Tne Gos DYE De Horse + Nou 4INT Gttrme SNOVGH Extreise Che Casper Dalip Crivune ng and Goes on a Diet. — SESwWES CS B YOU SHOULDA Ear So MuUeH NourRe GeTTiné A BAY Vimubow ON You LIke ASTOR'S SUN PARLOR HEY = Pay fom A Race PETEY DINK- = OH, 1 THINK THAT Beaven Bac ts Simecy STUNNING MAGEL— — Jo Glad AUNTIE —1'm. Porcowine UNCLE Petey’s Advice THAT 1 TRY To Make My XMAS GIFTS — BEADS ‘ etce OTLE < Rouno ones All Fools’ Day. So you shall vow, in stead, that you hate me. Come, then!” “I hate you!’ said I, licking the snow from my lips. | Passionately?” Then, looking down at me, a-blush | now, yet laughing, she bent her head | slowly. very slowly to mine, and rest ea her lips on mine. | Then she was uy and off like a young tree-lynx, fleeing, stumbling on her pattens; but, like a white hare, I lay very still in my form, unstirrins, gazing up into the bluest, sofetest sky that my dazzled eyes ever had un-| clored upon. | There was « faint fragrance in the air. It may have been arbutus—or | the trace of her lips on mine. | SPRING. And so come spring upon us in the | Northland that fateful ynar of '77. | with blue skies and melting snow and | the cock's clarion sounding clear. But it was mid-April before the first Forest Runner, with pelts, passed through the Sacandaga. | And then, for the first, we learned | something concerning the great. war that was waging everywhere around our outer borders—how His Excel: lency had. surprised the Hessians at| Trenton, and had tricked Cornwalls and beat up the enemy at Princeton. It was amazing to realize that His Ex- cellency, with only the frozen frag ments of a meagre and defeated army, | had recovered all the Jerseys. But) this was so, thank God; and we won. dered to hear of it. All this the Forest Runner told us as he ate and drank {n the kitchen. There were rumours rife concerning the summer campaign, and how the British had a plan to behead our new United States by lopping off all New England. It was to be done in this manner:| Guy Carleton’s army was to come} down from the North through the| lakes, driving Gates, descena the Hud- son to Albany and there join €linton and his British, who were to force the Highlands, march up the river, and so hold ail the Hudson which would cut the head—New England—from the body of the new nation. And to make this. more certain, there wus now gathering in the West an army under Butler and Brant, to strike the Mohawk Valley, sweep through it to Schenectady, and there come in touch with Burgoyne. To oppose this terrible tnyasion from three directions we had forts on the Hudson and a few troops; but His | Excellency was engaged south of | these points @nd must remain there. | Ws lad, at Ty, a skeleton army, | and Gates to lead it , with which to! face: Burgoyne. We had, in the Mo- hawk Valley, to block the west and| show a bold front to Brant ant But-| ler, only fragments of Van Schaik’s and Livingston's Continental line, now digging breastworks at Stanwix, & company at Johnstown, and at a crisis, our Tryan County militia, now érilling under Herkimer. And, save for a handful of Rangers and Oneidas, these were all we had in Tryon to resist the hordes thet were gathering to march on us from north, west and south,—British | regulars with horse, foot, and magnificent ar- tilery; partizans: and loyalists num- bering 1200; a thousand savages in their paint; Highlander, Canadians, Heesians; Sir John Jobnson’s regi. ment of Royal Greene; Colonel John | Butler's regiment of Rangers; McDon- ald’s renegades and painted Tories— God! what a murderous horde; and all to make thelr common tryst here in| County Tryon! Our grim, lank Forest Runner | sprawled on the settie by the kitchen table, smoking his bitter Indian tobac- | co and drinking. It was, I think, an hour later when Nick comes a-running to find me. “A fire at Fish “House,” he cries, | “and a dense smoké mounting to the} 3 mie ig @ Uc, John Drogupeit nderly. belng ‘Pack up and be ready. to lea said I. And, to Ni “Saddle Ka, and be ready to take Penelope a-horse to Mayfield biockhouse. Call my In MOTHER YOU Give ME THAT DUST CLOTH YOU'VE DONE enoucH FoR TODAY. MOTHER 1 TOLD YOU TO BIT OWN ANG REST DON'T 7 WELL NLL DO IT THEN. You PROMISED ME YOU WERE GOING 7D TAKE (7 Easy v8s.gu7 1 Mont 20ST as) WELL OE DOING SQMEMING, g WALTER. WD BE DONE water iwyy/ wey, YOURB “| HW HARDER ToBOSS | THAN RACHEL IS* J Ts cot “GA 4 HeRorp! Y'kNow = THINK THESE NEW “SHEIK. HaiecuTs ARE Posimvery ONE OF THos& Aew “SHEIK HAIR <uTs” HOWSA Like IT GANG?. TH’ vera LaTesT- TH ew “Stet HaincuT— YOUGHTA GET IN UNE. UATH ONE HaAeoLD— DONT BE A HAyYSHaAkee! A HAND Tim Uke. THAT JUsT Because Ruby VALENTINO WEPRS ‘em! 1 TELLYE RIP, CHRISTMAS. AIN'T WHAT ITS CRACKED UP To BE !! JES'GIVIN’ AN! RECEIVIN’ A oF vas NTS THAT Y'CAN' {Se HALE TH TIME?! 17S NOTHIN BUT A GRAFT!! MR. GANZY 15 IN TH’ PARLOR TALKIN’ TO PAW! I'M MAKIN’ SOME TEA AN’ THINGS - WILL YE TAKE IT IN TO ’EM, 22 TWINNIE 22 > 7 YERE RIGHT GANZY! |] A MAN GOES OUT AN’ A FEW HUNDRED YE BUY SOMEONE AN || SPENDS A FEW HUNDRED ~ [poitars! GOSH! | EXPENSIVE PRESENT || DOLLARS BUYIN’ UPA DONT BLAME YE FOR / AN'GIT A 5 AN’ 10 || Lot OF JUNK-AN' WHAT | Gein’ DISGUSTED! —< CENT STORE TRINKET|} FOR 2 JES’ TOGIVE AWAY! | 1¢ THAT WHAT BAH I. MAKES ME SICK | ITCOSTYE |, EVERY TIME I THINK OF IT!THIS YEAR 2 wio ME 22 1 SuouLp I SUPPOSE SAY NOT $0, MoTHAW! 2 SS accepted $50 in $5 bills to assist the men in reaching this city on a train from Denver. Police questioned one Porter who admitted he had received a $5 tip fropy some one but he con- vinced detectives he O-r93: cxcase rane “As I belted my shirt and stood| town, for it means that the Iroquols ready, my ‘Saguenay came swiftly, | are on the Sacandaga! “Omaha Bandit ssranrtit te matt nrn wag sales acest” "| Stony Tg Myth “Come. that smoke towers yonder to the sky. “But you, John Drogue?” Penelope took me by the’ wasn “Safe in the forest, always, and the Has added still another devil himself could not catch me,” %, B knew nothi “Do nothing rash, Jobn Drogue.”’| Soir chesrily OMAHA. Neb., Dec. 29—Omaha po-| about the bandits. Oe feature he said in a breathless wa a lice investigating a tip that a negro . She stretched out her hand. I took | Doran hat ceanegind ote ea ee ° Get you ready for flight,” said I-} tt, looked’ at her, then. Kissed ‘her fin-| Rorter hil smusal pate Sascha Quietness “Pack up, Penelope! shouted Nick.| gers. And so went away swiftly. tions of bandits.who recently obtained | 2 leading Kaya into.the orchard, -all $200,000 in the Denver holdup of Fed- GR saddled; and {ell to making up -his |Copyright, 1922, TNO Bell Syndteate;|eral" Reserve bank omplovee to tec | Sham 0 with = ~ Lhd pack on the grass. eaoneeraas one Se ihe Denver waint, ecromer teen po one Resident Salesrman Ma; alled across} Another Instaliment Tomorrow. | today the story reaching then Wace S Stag Cc . to Nick, “And if I be not there }; Rae aoe | myth. | oap. uticura night, then take Penelope to Johns- Use Tribune Want Ads and get resuijz| ‘The “tip? Was that the porter had | [Outkwre Seapisthetarccitefarsatetyrasershariog. |