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<3feM tieVC: A Romance of Si ggh PANDAL ILLUSTRATED 6y rosw/orr a. c.m<?clu/?g <s?. c SYNOPSIS. CHAPTER I?Joseph Hayward. an *n prfsn In tho United States army on hli fwa.y to Fort Hartnar, meets Simon Olrty ? ranettade whose name has been con pacted with all manner of atrocities. als< leaded for Fort Hartnar with a menaaip ruin ine nniian general, nanimun. nay [Ward guides him to tho fort and protect! {him from a number of scouts who trim *to kill him. CHAPTER II?At General Harmar'i Vheadquarters Ha.vward meets Rene D* jAuvrjiy who professes to recogntae him [although he has no recolloctlon of evei Viavhtg se-.-u her befits. OKAPTRK III?Hay ward volunteers t< icarry amessage for Harmar to Soiidusk] WtMTeiTlamilton Is stationed. The north oat.Indian tribes are ready for wiir am M% only held baelc by the refusal of thi Ir?ertd'.y Wyandots to Join. The latter an demanding the return of Wa-pa-tee-t?h m'fellgtoue teacher whom they believe t< M. S prisoner. Hay ward's mlasloa le tc Wsvurfe the Wrandott" that the man t lhnt? tao*d by the soldiers. Harmar lm torwiM on Hayward the necessity o KWwai Hamilton before CUrty. ftCKXPTSIt T V?Iterve Mki Hayward t. Bet her accompany him. She tells htn Rhat she is a quhrror-blood Wyandot an< JjS>-mlsslervary among the Indians: Ski mas been In search of her father. Shi VunU that she hao seen Hay ward be kpra. but In a British uniform. Hay wart [Starts for the north accompanied br I rent natped Brady and a private soldier t 'CHAPTBR V?They gone on the tral mr a war party ana. to escape rrom tfti [jTMltanj, take shelter la er nut on ai Safest*? Hay-ward flnda a murd'rad man li t CHATTkH <I?ii proves to be Raos Bl'lOivyijr, a former Kreifch offlotr. wfel jsltallw hy the Wy ondots "white chief." Iftene appears and Hay ward Is puzzled bj pir* tnalatanca that they hats mat be . nuirran ?n?tvene reoogntmea tt?< aa* l ii i 1 man a* her father, who w*j Known among the Indiana aa Ws-pa-tss tt;HAPTRR VIII?She tella TTayward tin (that waa exiled frons tba French oour nd had spent his life amoajr the Indian/ ^converting them to Christianity. CHAPTER IX Brady report* seeing l paad of marauding Indians In the vlcln Ity and with them Hlmon Glrty. Brady'i evidence convinces the girl that there li a British officer by the name of Hay ksrd who resemhVw- ,the Axnerlc'#i. . CHAPTER X ?Finding escape lYnm th< Island cut off Hay ward and his compan jlons prepare to resist an attack frotn t..i 'Indians. CHAPTER XI?ttcconnoiienng arount the cabin at night Hay ward discovers ! white man In a British uniform ant leaves hlra for dead, after a dcsperat< tight. CHAPTER XII?The Indians cuptun the cabin after a hard struggle In whlcl it ay ward is wounded. CHAPTER XIII. The Help of Mademoiselle. Th? sound of a voice speaking, ap fcareotly far off, was the tirst thiug ol w bida I was dimly conscious. Th< language was French, and, for whal seemed a long time, no word soundec familiar. My mind was blank of anj distinct Impression, although there ap peared to float before me, in recollec Ttcm or some former existence, th? faoe of mademoiselle. Her wonderfu eyea were gravely smiling through s strange mist that appeared to hide al! elae In Its circling folds. I could oo< ??* away from their silent pleading their Invitation. Than somehow thai speaking voice became hers, and 1 picked out & word here and there, do mnonlnolooi. ? v-, uvnuiugicoo, MIIU /m. rucoguir able. I struggled to arouse rayseJf tc her actual presence. The strugglo must have been phy *>ica) as well as mental, for I bec&mt conscious of pain, a sharp pang shoot lng through my body, as If a knife had been twisted In a deep wound. Th? agony brought me wide awake, mj eyes open, staring about, yet scarcelj realizing where dream and reality met first I could not distinguish objects or separate sounds; everything was blurred, formless. There was a red vapor before my eyes, a strange ring lng in my ears. Then I knew it was Indeed mademoiselle who spoke, some where off there to my right, and onct I heard another voice?a falsetto, yel plainly that of a man, Interrupting iher. Between my poor understanding of French, and the bewilderment ol my brain, I could make nothing out ol what was said; the very few words ] icaught seemed meaningless. with nr (connection between them. I Htm* gled hard to comprehend, bat my brali 'nfltdd utter failure of the attempt, i {dull horrible aching across my tern pies being the only reward. "Pffsmletu," the voice was a whis jU my ear; I oould even feel bei oft hreath on my cheek. My eyes la opened, and. looked Into hei 'face ae she bept^ above me. "Do no imore, do not" speak aloud?bat listen il you Were not dead; I found yov mai and kept them away, but there li no time now for me to explain. An you badly hurt?" "I cannot tell, mademoiselle?tbo* heavy bodies will aot 1st me mere." flhe glanced about swiftly, as If li Itev of being seen; then released m] i limbs, dragging the two dead Indian taside. I felt cramped, lifeless belov the waist, yet as the blood began ti (Circulate I knew tbere was no serloui ;injury. She stared Into my face as worked the numbed muscles, and he eyes told me that she was frightened "We are alone here?" "Yes, for the moment." breathlesslx All) of IPL3T LClairS Defeat LPARRISH -D.J.LAVIN * n.,fjl3 rt la^ourmiiy chancn; i uavo prayi I and schemed to get to you. We mustri _ | lo?e an Instant. Can you move, mo i sieur? Can you even crawl a dozt * j feet?" \ I set my teeth, struggling to tui * over and attain my knees. In Bplte < , every effort I sank on my face with t smothered groan of pain. She lift* j my head upon her arm. "Oh. you must, monsieur, you mus " | I cannot lift you. you are too hig, butr but I will help. See, I will hold yc i like this! Please, please try agaln> we must be quick." [ "Where?where do you want me > go?" I asked faintly, inspired to t J fort by the firm, eager grip of h< * hand. "Tell me; Mi try-" ? 1 "There?Just to the left of the fir place. It Is the one chance, monsleu j They will be back, those fiends, th< ' will' burn the cabin. Moo Dleu! Tr; s1 Try!" ?" I got to my knees once more, tl * plea of her voice yielding strength at * determination. At whatever cost 1 would attempt to. please her. I e l perlenced no sense of fear; my bra seemed dared. Incapable of appreben f lng clearly. It held but the one pu i pose?to accomplish this to please he ? She wished me to try, and I wool I With tee{h clinched tdpht, I fixed n otw on iu? ?|iui ihuicmwi ana itaria Terrible was the effort! But 1 made It Inch by inch. I aha I never know how the deed was accoi Uliahad?only that she helped, and fought on. I had to; aha aaked m< there ware tears In her eyes. No ma I tor If It did hart. If I was blind, if reeled on hands and knees like a mi drank?I must go there. I had nt I the faintest thought of why she urge mo on, of what hope animated he And when I finally gave out, helpln to advance another Inch, my face can down hard on a slab of stone besid the chimney. She uttered a low sob < despair, and left me an instant, knew she had gone, yet could not 11 my head. Then water, cool, revivln, drlpj. ?d on my exposed flesh, and , struggled d ?sperately to sit up. Sli l helped me. dropping the pannikin I water to the floor. For a second si; i looked straight into my eyee. "I?1 am so sorry, monsieur," sfc faltered. "Rut you must hold out?yc must I" "Is it any farther? What do yo . want me to do?" f "No, no?only you wtll nee , strength, It will only take a minul t now. See. monsieur." I She gripped the flat stone again: r which 1 had fallen, prytng it with tt . 1 broken blade of an Indian knife th< . lay on the floor, until ber flngei , found bold, and ended It up a#atm I ; the chimney. A narrow black openlr l was expound. I stared down with lac I luster eyed, startled, but unable 1 L realise the purpose. Drtren by fei k "Good Boy! Qood Boy! Ay! Th * UU m DiAUi n she wutod no time in either ax plan r tlon or urging. Doubtless mjr face to It* own story, and made ber deeperat r With a strength I bad not suppose t her slender body possessed, si , dragged me about, until my feet da i gled helplessly in the opening. "Now push yourself down, monsteu ? I say you must! It is not far, not mo than four feet?'t is not to hurt, n ? no. You will come easy to the bottoi Good I That Is the way. See. I w i hold tight to you Ilka thin." r Helped by her, yet exercising all n b remaining strength, and now com pi r hendlng her plan, I sank slowly in 0 the hole, but so numb were my limt s that, the instant the girl released h 1 grasp, I eank limply to the botto r resting there, leaning against the si I. wall, looking eagerly up at her fa framed abore me in the narrow opf r In*. THE LANCASTER NEWS \ Oil an? MU?\ iT.vrii.^ir r? . 1 <IU ttid ^ not hurt?" she asked In trembling anx-. iety. I murmured a word or two, for I had exhausted all my strength. She must, have accepted this as reassurance, for , she lifted her head, and glanced swiftly about. Then she regcbed down to me the pannikin of water. "I oannot wait longer," she whtai pered. "Some one will come. Here; take this, monsieur; put It down care-, fully?ah! that was fine. Wash out your wounds, and the blood from your' face. It will be dark, but fear nothing. I will come again to you soon." "Where d >es this tunnel lead ?** I asked, as her hand grasped the stone slab. "To the cave cellar at the rear; where we first met?but you must wait for me to come, monsieur." _ I saw the shadow of the stone de ~ scendlng, shutting out the light. l?4 "Juet one question more, mademotn selle," I managed to articulate. "Is ?n Brady dead?" I could dimly perceive the outline of n her face. 0f "No, monsieur, he Is a prisoner." a Slowly 1 made effort to oxplore my >d wound. This was most painful, as my rough shirt was held to my flesh by t! congealed blood, and had to be torn away. I possessed no knife, but stuck >u to the work manfully, my teeth ; clinched, my face beaded with perspiration, until I separated the last shred, to and could explore the wound with my ,f. Angers. It proved deep and ragged ar enough, but had penetrated nothing vital. If I could Btaunch the flow of o- blood, and bind it up sor as to- prevent ir. Its being reopened, there should be no serious result. I went at this as r{ best I could In the dark. and. by sense of touch, groaning at the pain, I swabbed out the wound until it pr*o-, id tlcally ceased to bleed, and thep bound I It up with a silk neckerchief and ft x_ strip torn from my shirt. It was rude In surgery. but effective. Shut out Jhy? d- from the air the wou"n<f merely dully U. ached, and I found' myself able to >r. move'with much greater fraedbm. Othd. erwtse I was surprised to discover 1 iv | ?vrM ?M?VMIU<7M UV ^?rbi\;uH?r iHjvry, d,: I ?ot to my hands and kneee. determined to dtacpyar.for myself the n#ill turn of the passage. Any form of aotlon waa better than merely to lie: I there Inert. I had to creep forward, | s; 1 and found barely room for the passage it. of my body. My w^und still hart suf-' I fldently to make me cautious of every; movement, and consequently my ad-; ^ vance was alow. There never warn blacker darkness; It waa like a weight 1 T preaslng me back, and the silence wau i tg like that of the grave. I could hear l0 my own breathing, but my bands and l0 kneee made no Hound on the earth 3f floor. Whatever of savage fury was I occurring above, no echo found way to I ft where I burrowed below. To all ap- | ^ pearancc the f.nnnel ran in a direct , tine; at least I could discover no evi aence or r )ti. 'r L) \uvray Lad 't constructed It. then he must have i known something of engineering, and been in possession of instruments. The work could not have been done by blind digging. Still, it might have been originally an open ditch, banked and lined with timber, and then covered, IU and the earth tamped down. I stopped to rest a moment, sitting " croas-legged, my head barely eecnping 0 the roof. Suddenly from out that Intense darkness before me, came a pes cullar sound. Intensified by the long 10 silence, and the contracted walls, I could not tell whether it was cough or groan, gruff exclamation or growL Perspiration beaded my forehead, my 'K hands like lea, as I stared ahead listening. There was no repetition, no u> movement. Could I have dreamed the ^ thing? Could It be delirium from the fever of my wound? No! Surely not; I was sane enough; my ears were not deceived, Something?man or animal [ ?wan certainly there In the tunnel hiding, crouched In the darkness, unaware a* yet of my presence. Then It I would not be an ruilmal, It moat be a 1 man. I got upon hande and kneea again, j slowly and with utmost caution, aware that if I wan to escape notice I must advance as stealthily as a wild cat, the slightest sound would carry far In that gallery. 1 moved forward a yard, two, three yards, extending one hand out1 into the dark and feeling about care, fully, before venturing another inch. Mine were the movements of a snail. 1 had almost convinced myeelf there was nothing there, either brute or hu M man; yet some instinct continually | t told me there was. 1 felt an uncanny presence, and an tll-daflned sense of danger I could not cast off. I came to a pause, actually afraid to go on, my flesh creeping with straoge horror. I } rested on one knee, my face thrust forward as I stared blindly Into the awful blackness. I even held my breath In I suspense, listening for the slightest movement. Merciful God! Some one at ?something?wu actually thers I I could hoar now the falat pulsing of a breath, as though through ologged now lftr trlls; yea. and a meaningless mutter1(1 Ing of the lips, s. Ml tie (Continued in Our Next Issue.) m. m " 10 %. &srtl>etht^)wJu* 6t" out" liANCAHTKK PHARMACY. i, JrXK 9, 1914. ~ ( ami'amjn without uittuii-1 mmmm n ks8. Certlnnly there will be ginger in the campaign, and everybody wants it. Not bitterness. Not short and ugly words. Not iusiuuations against character: Not tirades. Hut full dis- v jE cussions, educational information for Ja the people. Always keeping this in mind: That while the voters want to i put in office no unworthy man, they, ^ also, want to put men in offica on < their own merits, not en the demer'ta * (A of their opponents. {Ill A 'sweot" campaign, for instance. ( The Columbus, (O.) State Journal mi points the way: "The thing to do when going into politics is to keep sweet. Remember Gl the country i3 not depending on what you think, and so it to not patriotic rji(] to get mad if the other fellow dis- ^ agrees with you. Tho Ohio editor who penned that is a good deal of a phllo- ^0 sopher, as another points out, and seems to be a person of mature years, foi as would appear from tho following: 1 , "We have a volume of political speeches that wo have gathered from campaigns of forty to fifty years I' ago, and they cecm, to one reading 1 thein now, liko a few pages of the I Anabasis or of Caesar's campaigns in 1 Gaul, so lightly do they coalesce with the life of today. And one can I read in those speeches some doctrine V that their advocates zealously announ ced as absolutely neceaoary to the per p"deity of tho republic, now peacefully slumbering under the mounds .: of oblivion. No;don't let us get so excited over what wo think. Let us keep sweet." If Along the same lino. The Spring field Republican says: "It is well to I, j stand by your convictions, even to V martyrdom, if that must be; but it i9 I not good for man to live at a white I. heat of .incor and Iih(h1?a. i?' i intolerant denunciation of'the othor fellow. It is u strained and abnormal condition, even undf r the greatest provocation. When Emerson came j S< out of a politic.*"J mootin*. looked up ,! into the sky, and found the stars saying to him: 'Why no hot, little man?' he found the peace of good sense. Al Those who behold all that is good, true and beautiful under one political J name, and all that is hateful and un- f worthy under another, may fool them r* selves, but their bitter speech Is not ' ? converting to citizens who possess any measure of judicial sense. There " are plenty of honest men in all 1 political parties." i " All of which is quite true. And ' there is the other consideration I wi w nu n mis come so prominently into our politlal life of late years: The I C? candidate who rails at. and dcnounc- I . es.his opponent these days first of all excites the suspicion that his railing I and denunciation are principally to I the end that h's own shortcomings be I ] hidden and screened more than that the man w hom he attacks must be j ' Jr? held up to public contumely and, . shown to he unworthy of the public 1^0 confidence and trust. tll( The old time knock down and drag out campaigning is of the past. In truth, these days, the voter depends for guidance as to his vote, more on (lol the newspaper printed at his count/ seat than oratory at the court house SO steps?Augusta Chronicle. V Too Realistic. Cincinnati Enquirer. ^ "Where ts that barber who used to K have the end chair?" asked the cus- It tomer. | "We had to let him go." replied the I. boss. "He had too much talent." "Whaddy ya mean, talent?" asked | tne customer. ft "He go so he illustrated his stories I with cuts when he was shaving peo pie," explained the boss. Discovered. Weekly Telegraph. Mrs. Clarke came running liur- * Tf T1 riedly into her husband's office one E E EI morning. "Oh. Dick." she cried, as she gasp-, ed for breath, "I dropped my diamond ring off my linger and I can't find it anywhere." "It's all right, Bess." replied Mr.1 Wh^. Clarke. "I came across It In my trousers' pocket." HortOIl ?rr carry. BB HTRONG. ting th Be strong! We are not here to play, to dream, to doing J drlft don't g We have hard work to do, and loads to lift. fclsewh< Shun not the struggle; face It. 'Tie to USin (k>d'" *"L sometk R& "?>? not *. r? v W iin i Vfl ft A V Say not the days are evil.? who's to thing \ blame? | And fold the hands and acquiesce?O I?00"8 1 shame! in the Stand op, speak out, and bravely. In _ '' guaran Qods name. funded Be strong! wjj] ge It matters not how deep lntrencheo the wrong, How hard the battle goes, the day V* how long. Faint not, ftght on! To-morrow comes the song. " : "l ' JL-Few Remarks or Y aafC5u?feation Just received another car of that Sj^NDARD l) FLOUR and the price is right. Try a Sack d see for yourself. ! Our Tip-Top and Melrose speak f or them selves, ley are the perfection of quality. We carry a complete line of heavy and fancy |oceries, Country Produce, aspecalty. we are still selling 6 pounds rung carter matoes at 10 cents a can. Get some of our robolineum and swat the flies in your horse 01* sv stall, it will do the work. We also have screen wire windows and doors r sale and the King Fly Killer is indispensible. Come and see us or Phone us your wants. 1 Yours for business, E. w. SISTARE "GOOD THINGS TO EAT." \ * Mil WW Hill 11 May 2fl?h22 I 1 . -r - ' .*li ? I rtt S THE DATE rhree days' demonstration on the "Florence \ itomatic Oil Stove" to prove to you that this stove will cook anything in less time, take less il and make less heat than any other stove made, by suffer from heat when you don't have to? me and see for yourself and if we don't prove you that we have got the stove you want, then won't ask you to buy. Remember the date, Wednesday, Thursday and ^ iday of next week, 20th, 21st and 22nd of May. member no wicks, no valves, no smoke, no odor, } stove you want of all oil stoves. Come see how jy cook, you may want to buy one later if you > a't now. My time is yours for these three days, # come. Yours for a Florence, I B. MACKORELL : E QUALITY STORE WANTS YOUR TRADE n vou want Homet.hincrViirp tr? oaf ttij < - ^ _ 9 *? v?v, wine m ciuwaraa dt . We buy the very be^L quality in every line that we When you send your ordera-here you can depend on get* e very beat the market affords. If you are not already four trading here, why not give us a trial and see if you pet a better grade of goods from us than you are gett'n^ ere. There is one thing sure, when you get accu.-tomed g the very best goods no one can ever change you olt on >ing that is inferior. When you buy something that you ; and enjoy it that article is cheap. When you buy somehat you cannot eat, your money is wasted. We buy our from the very best and most up-to-date wholesale house# United States. Everything you buy from us is strictly teed to give you entire satisfaction or your money re. When you get in a hurry for something, 'phone us. We t it to you at once. Yours truly, LDWARDS & HORTON WE SELL SHINGLES AND BRICK +" .