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i ?tchmnn ano tm KB* SUMTER WATCHMAN, Kttablished April, 1850. flKso?idat?di.u?. 2,1881. "Be Just and J^ear not-Let alllthe Ends thou Aims't at, be thy Country's, thy God's and Truth's." THE TRUE SOUTHRON, Established Jone, 1366 SUMTER, S. C., WEDNESDAY, APRIL 4, 1894. New Series-Yoi. XIII. No. 36. CHAPTER X. Another day dawned and another pa tient was added to Miss Harvey's hos -pita! hst at the caves. The origina plan of starting on the return soon aft er daybreak had now to be, abandoned as Drummond explained, because hen was a man who could not stand th< v journey. Surely there would not bi many hours before the relief party fron Stoneman, following their trail, woulc come speeding to the rescue, bringing to the wounded the needed surgica skill and attention, bringing to th< Harvey girls their devoted father. Th< only question in the young lieutenant') mind as the sun rose, a barning, daz zling disk, over the distant mountain to the east was, Which will be first tc reach us, friends or foes? Wearied and shattered though he wai and replete as the night had been witt anxiety and vigil, Drummond clim bec the goat track that, led to the sentry'i perch feeling full of hope and pluck and fight. He and his men had dividec the night into watches, one being awake and astir, not even permitting himsell to sit a moment, while the others slept The fact that he was able to send back to the caves, have an ambulance hitch? ed in and driven down to where Wing lay wounded, and to bear him slowly, carefully, back to shelter, reaching thc caves without further molestation be? fore darkness set in, had served to con? vince the young commander that he could count on reasonable security for the night. Unless they know their prey to be puny and well nigh defenseless, Apaches make no assault in the dark? ness, and so, with the coming of the dawn, he had about him fit for service a squad of seven troopers, most of them seasoned mountain fighters. His main anxiety now was for Wing, whose wound was severe, the bullet having gone clear through, just grazing the bone, and who. despite the fact that Fanny Harvey early in the night had every now and then crept noiselessly in to cool his fevered head, seemed strange? ly affected mentally, seemed unnatu? rally Sightly and wandering, seemed oppressed or excited alternately in a way that baffled Drummond complete? ly, for no explanation was plausible. Two or three times during the night he had been heard moaning, and yet the moment Drummond or, as once hap? pened. Miss Harvey hastened to his side he declared it was nothing. "I must have been dozing and imagined the pain was greater than it was.'* Awake and conscious, so stout a soldier as he would be the last to give way to childish exhibitions of suffering, yet twice Drummond knew him to be awake despite his protestation-of doz? ing, and he did not at all like it that Wing should bury his face in his arms, hiding it from all. What could have occurred to change this buoyant, joyous, high spirited trooper all on a sudden into a sighing, moaning, womanish fel? low? Surely not a wound of which, however painful, any soldier might be proud. Somewhere along toward 4 o'clock, when it was again Patterson's watch, and Drummond arose from his blanket after a refreshing sleep of nearly two hours and he and his faithful sentry were standing just outside the mouth -of the cave, they distinctly heard the ?ame moan of distress. "Is there nothing we can do to ease the sergeant, sir?'* whispered Patter? son. "This makes the second time I have heard him groaning, and it's so unlike him/' "We have no opiates, and I doubt if he would use one if we had. He de? clares there is no intense pain. " "Well, first off, sir, I thought he was dreaming, but he was wide awake, and Miss Harvey came in only a moment after I got to him. Could those devils poison a bullet as they do their arrows, and could that make him go into fever so soon?" , % "I hardly think so, but why did you say dreaming?" "Because once it was 'mother' he called, and again-just now-I thought . he said'mother.'" The lieutenant turned, looking straight at his soldierly subordinate. *.By Jove, Patterson, so did I !" There was a little stir across the canyon. Moreno was edging about un? easily and beginning to mutter blas? phemy at his bonds. "That fellow begged very hard to be moved down into that wolf hole of a place where the Mexican women are, lieutenant, with those two bunged np ' bandits to take care of. Nice time we'd have, sir, if the three of them was able to move. The boys'd make short work of them now, the way they're feeling. I went in and took a lo. at those two fellows. One of 'em is a goner, sure, but they're dead game, both of 'em. Neither one has a word to8ay." "No," answered Drummond, "they refused to give their names to me-said it was no earthly consequence what name we put over their graves ; the right set of fellows would be along after awhile and do them all the honor they cared for. How were the Moreno women behaving?" "The girl was asleep, I should judge, sir. The old hag was rocking to and fro, crooning to herself until one of the two-the live one, I should call him-hurled a curse at beria Span? ish and told her to dry up or he'd Mil her. Alla bluff, for he can't move a Peg." "Watch them well, Patterson, all the same. Hush!" Again from within the deep shelter of the rocky cave came the low m of anguish : "Mother! mother! if you knew" "Here, Patterson, I can't stand ? I'm going in to him." And pick up the dim lantern which he had ta from the Harvey wagon Drummi stole in on tiptoe and knelt again side his wounded comrade. "Wing! sergeant! Look up, m Speak to me. You must be in distri mental or bodily. Do let me help 2 in some way." For a moment no reply whatev Wing's face was hidden. Then looked gently upward. "Lieutenant, I'm ashamed to be g ing you so much trouble. Please go a lie down again, sir; you're worse hi than I am-only I suppose I get to d' ing off and then turn on that side. " "No, it isn't that, sergeant. Ther something wrong, and it has all co: on you since yesterday morning. Wh< is your mother?" Again Wing turned away, buryi his face in his arms. "Listen, sergeant; we hope to ? you out of this by tonight Dr. Gi ought surely to reach us by that tin and while we may have to keep up field hospital here a day or two x first duty will be to write and tell yo mother how bravely you have serv us, and she shall be told that you a wounded, but not in such a way as alarm her. " Out came a restraining hand. "Lieutenant, she must not know all." "Well, she can't, so fa? as I'm co cerned, as I don't know her addre* But think a moment ; you know and know- Hold on, wait!" And Drui mond rose and tiptoed to a cleft in ti rock through which shone a dim ligfc It was the entrance to the remote i ner cave where the Harvey girls we: sleeping. Assured that his words cou. reach there no listening ears, Dmr mond returned, kneeling again by tl sergeant's side. "Just think, mai any moment after daybreak the Ap ach' may be upon us, and, who knows? may be my last fight. Of course I b lieve that our fellows can stand the; off until rescue come.., but a bullet ms find me any moment, and then who there to report your conduct and seem the recognition due you, or if the do< tor should be late in coming and fev( set in and this wound prove too muc for your strength is there nothing thi ought to be said to her for you?" Again only painful silence. At lat Wing spoke. "I understand. I appreciate all yo say. But I've got to think it ovei lieutenant. Give me an hour or et Don't ask me to tell you now." "So be it, man. Now rest all yo possibly can. It's almost day. Th crags are beginning to light up back c us here already. Yes, and the sentry1 calling me now. I'll be back by an by. What is it, Patterson?" he whis pered, going to the mouth of the cave. "I've just come down from the tre up there, sir. You can see quite a way down the range now. thougn the ligh is dim, and what I take to be a signa fire leaped up not three miles below us certainly this side of where Wing wa shot." "Sb soon? All right; then get bael to the post just as quick as you can I'll rouse the man who has slept long est. All must be astir in half an hour but you keep watch there." And half an hour later it is that, field glass in hand, the young officer is thert by Patterson's side, peering eastward almost into the eye of the sun, search ing with anxiety inexpressible for an} sign of dust cloud rising along the trai on which they came, for the sight h< has seen down the range, now brilliant in the morning light, has filled hit heart with the first real dread it has ye1 known. In three piaces, not mort than four or five miles apart, dowr along the sunlit side of this wild and picturesque mountain chain, signa] smokes have been puning straight ur. skyward, the nearest only a couple oi miles from this lone picket post, but all on the same side of the valley. Last evening the answer came from across the broad desert. They have come over, therefore, and are hastening up the chain to join the eager advance here so close to their hiding place. Be? yond a doubt watchful spies are al? ready lurking among those heights to the west, striving to get close enough to peer into the rocky fortress and esti? mate the strength of the garrison. Great they well know it cannot be. for did not their keen eyes count nearly 20 chasing those hated brigand?) far down toward Sonora pass, and of that num? ber how many have returned? Only three. Did they not see the flurry and excitement when that sergeant was shot from ambush ? Now, therefore, is the time to strike-now, while the main body is far away. Whatsoever booty there may be obtainable in that rocky canyon 'tis well worth the attempt. And so from north to sonth the puff balls of blue white smoke go sailing upward through the pines, and it all means speed! speed! At 7 .o'clock the little command has had coffee and a hearty breakfast. No lack of provender here in this hitherto undiscovered robbers' roost. Drum? mond, cool, confident, has had his men about him where none others could see or hear, has assigned them the stations which they are to take the instant of alarm and has given them their instruc? tions. Walsh it is who is now on look? out, and he is peering away down south? ward so intently that so^fe comrade is Ipromp?ec^focall ap ta himjp? a tone : "See anything?" To which, without removing tile ? from ander his hat brim, the J trooper merely shakes his head. "Any more smokes?" "Sorra a smoke have 1 seen at al "Well, then, what in blazes are staring at?" . ' How caa I tell ye till? I find ont ? the Hibernian reply, and this is enc to send the corporal on a climb. Dr mond at the moment is again knee by Wing, who has bat just awake from a fitful sleep, Miss Harvey b< the first to hear him stir and s: Ruth and her sister, too, seem al to withdraw, but Wing, whose voie woak now, begs them to remain. " Has anything been seen yet-fc on the trail-of th e Stoneman part; he asks. "No, sergeant," replies Dreimmc "but remember that we can only some six miles of the trail, after t it is lost in that tortuous ravine dc which we rode on the chase. Wals) up there on lookout, and I'll ask il can see anything now," and calling one of the men Drummond bids I inquire. All eagerly await the repl Af last it comes: "No dust on the back track, sir, something that looks like it far to south. We think it may be some of i fellows coming back, but it is too fa and far to make it out yet. " s The corporal is the speaker, his re nant voice contrasting strongly with feeble accents ol his immediate sn rior, the wounded sergeant. "Then I have something that m be told you, lieutenant, something M Harvey already has au inkling of, she has met and known my dear mo er. If this pain continues to mcrea and fever sets in, I may be unable tell it later. Some of the men thou? I had enlisted under an alias, lient* ant, but they were wrong. Wing my rightful name. My father v chief officer of the old Flying Clo in the days when American clip] ships beat the world. The gold fe> seized him, though, and he quit sa ing and went to mining in the eai days of San Francisco, and there wh I was a little boy of 10 he died, leavi mother with not many thousand d< lars to take care of herself and n 'You will have your brother to he you' were words he spoke the last d of his life, and even then I noted he little comfort mother seemed to find that fact. It was only a few mont after father's death that Uncle Fre from being an occasional visitor, cai to living with us all the time-ma his home there, though seldom with doors night or day. He was sever years younger than mother. He w the youngest, it seems, of the famil 'the baby, ' and had been petted ai spoiled from earliest infancy. I sex found why he came. Mother was oft? in tears, Uncle Fred always begging ? demanding money. The boys at scho twitted me about my gambler uncl though I've no doubt their fathers gar bled as much as he. These were jui before the early days of the great wi that sprang up in 1861 and that we bo; out on the Pacific coast only vague) understood. Sometimes Uncle Fre came home drunk, and I could hot him threatening poor mother, and thin$ went from bad to worse, and one nigl when I was just 13 I was awakene from sound sleep by her scream. In a instant I "flew to her room, catching n as I ran father's old bowie knife tnt always hung by my door. In the dh light I saw her lying by the bedside, man bending over and choking hei With all my strength I slashed at hil just as he turned. I meant to kill, br the turn saved him. He sprang to hi feet with an oath and cry and rushe to the washstand. I had laid Uncl Fred's cheek open from ear to chin. "It was long before mother coul check the flow of the blood. It sobere him, of course, and made him piteous! weak. For days after that she nurse* and cared for him, but forbade my en tering the room. Men came to see bin I -insisted on seeing him-and sh would send me to the bank for gold an< pay their claims and bid them go At last he was able to walk out wit! that awful slash on his thin whit? face. Once then he met and curse( me, but I did not mind-I had acte( only to save mother. How could I sup pose that her assailant was her owi brother? Then finally with sobs anc tears she told me the story, how he nae j been their mother's darling, how wild and reckless was his youth, how hei mother's last thought seemed to be foi him, and how on her knees she, mj own mother, promised to take care ol poor Freddie and shield him from every ill, and this promise she repeated to me, bidding me help her keep it and to con? ceal as far as I could her brother's mis? deeds. For a few months things went a little better. Uncle Fred got a com? mission in a California regiment toward the close of the war and was sent down j to Arizona. Then came more tears and trouble. I couldn't understar i it all then, but I do now. Uncle Fred was gambling again, drawing on her for means to meet his losses. The old home went under the hammer, and we moved down to San Diego, where father had once invested and had left a little property. And then came the news that Uncle Fred had been dismissed, all on account of drink and gambling and I misappropriation of funds. Miss Har I vey knows all about this, lieutenant, I for mother told her and had reason to. j And next came forgery, and we were i stranded. We heard that he had gone i after that with a wagon train to Texas. I I got employment on a ranch, and then I mother married again, married a man ? who had long befriended us and who ! could give her a comfortable home. ! She is now Mrs. Malcolm Bland of San ; Francisco, and Mr. Bland offered to ! take me into his store, but I loved the i open air and independence. Mr. Bland I and Mr. Harvey had business relations, I and when Uncle Fred was next heard from he was 'starving to death,' he I said, 'actually dying.' He wrote to ! mother from Yuma. Mother wired me j to go to him at once, and I did. He was I considerably out at elbows, but Jn;no desperate need yet. .Just then Mr.fia? vey offered him a goodsal?ry to take charge of his freight train. We all knew how that must have been brought about, and I felt that it would only be a matter of time when he would rob his new employer. He did and was discharged, but Mr. Bland made the amount good, and the matter was hush? ed up. Then he drove stage awhile and then disappeared. Mother has written me time and again to find him or find out what has become of him, and 1 promised I would leave no stone un? turned. Tell her I have kept my word. Tell her I found him. But tell her, for God's sake, to think no more of him. Tell her not to strive to find him or to ask what he is or even where he is, be? yond that he has gone to Sonora." "Lieutenant," said Patterson, sud? denly appearing at the opening, "could you step here a moment?" Drummond springs UD. "One moment, Mr. Drummond," whispers Wing weakly. "I must say one word to you-alone." "I'll return in a minute, sergeant. Let me see what Patterson wants." Miss Harvey and Ruth have risen. The former is very pale and evidently trembling under some strong emotion. Once more she bends over him. "Drink this, Mr. Wing, and now talk no more than you absolutely have to." Then renewing the cooling bandage on his forehead her hands seem to lin? ger-surely her eyes do-as she rises once more to her feet. Meantime the lieutenant has stepped out into the canyon. . ' What is it, Patterson ? Quick ! " 'That was some of our fellows, sir, a squad of four, but they turned all of Down on his knees he goes. a sudden and galloped back out of sight. It looks to me as though they were at? tacked." "How far away were they? How many miles down the desert?" "Oh, at least six or eight miles down, ? sir; down beyond where you met them i yesterday." "How about our trail? Anybody in sight there?" "Nobody, sir, not a thing, not even a whiff of dust." 4 4 Very well. Keep on the alert. It's good to know that all the Apaches are not around us yet. Neither bullet nor arrow can get down here so long as we man the rocks above. I'll be out in a moment." Then once more he kneels by Wing. "Lieutenant, did you ever see a girl behave with greater bravery? Do you know what she has undergone-Miss Harvey, I mean?" "Both are behaving like heroines, Wing, and 1 think I am beginning to see through this plot at last. " "Never let mother know it-promise me, sir-but when Harvey discharged him-my uncle, I mean-he swore he'd be revenged on the old man, and 'twas he"-. "The double dyed villain! I know, I understand now, Wing; you needn't tell me. He has been in the pay of the Morales gang for months. He enlisted so as to learn all the movements of officers and scouting parties. He en? listed under his benefactor's name. He has forged that, too, in all proba? bility, and then deserting it was he who sought to carry away these pre? cious girls, and he came within an ace of succeeding. By the Eternal, but there will be a day of reckoning for him if ever C troop runs foul of him again! No wonder you couldn't sleep, poor fel? low, for thinking of that mother. This caps the climax of his scoundrelism. Where-when did you see him last? Since he enlisted?" But now vVing's face is again avert? ed. He is covering it with his arms. ' ' Wing, answer me ! ' ' exclaims Drum? mond, springing suddenly to his feet. ' * By heaven, I demand to know ! ' ' Then down on his knees he goes again, seiz? ing and striving to pull away the near? est arm. "You need not try, you can? not conceal it now. I see it all-all. Miss Harvey, " he cries, looking up in? to the face of the trembling girl, who has hastened in at sound of the excite j ment in his voice-"Miss Harvey, ! think of it; 'twas no Apache who shot him, 'twas a worse savage-his own uncle." "Promise me mother shall not know," pleads poor Wing, striving to rise upon his elbow, striving to restrain the lieutenant, who again has started to his feet. "Promise me, Miss Fan? ny; you know how she loved him, how she plead wi th you. ' ' "I promise you this, Wing," says Drummond,throughhis clinching teeth, ."that there'll be no time for prayer if ever we set eyes on him again. There'll be no mercy." "You can't let your men kill him in cold blood, lieutenant. I could not shoot him." "No; but, by the God of heaven, 1 could!" And now as Wing, exhausted, sinks back to his couch his head is caught on ' Fanny Harvey's arm and next is pil I lowed in her lap. ! ''Hush !" she murmurs,bending down ; over him as a mother might over sleep i ing child. "Hush! you must not speak ? j again. I know how her heart is bound up in you, and I'm to play mother to you now." j And a? Drummond, tingling all over j with wrath and excitement, stands spell i bound for the moment, a light step I comes to his side, a littje.hand is laid oj, the bandaged arm, and Ruth Harvey's pretty face, two big tears trickling down her cheeks, is looking tip in his. "Yon. too, will be ill, Mr. Drum? mond. Oh, why can't you go and lie down and rest? What will we do if both of you are down at once with fever?" She is younger by over two years than her brave sister. Tall though she has grown, Ruth is but a child, and now in all her excitement and anxiety worn' out with the long strain, she be? gins to cry. She strives to hide it, strives to control the weakness, and failing in both strives to turn away. All to no purpose. An arm in a sling is of little avail at such a mo mtint. Whirling quickly about, Drum? mond brings fe?a other into action. Be? fore the weeping little maid is well aware what is happening her waist is encircled by the strong arm in the dark blue sleeve, and how can she see that she la 3rawn to his breast, since now her face is buried in both her hands and those hands in the flannel of his hunt? ing shirt-just as high as his heart? Small wonder is it that Corporal Cos? tigan, hurrying in at the mouth of the cave, stops short at sight of this pic? turesque partie carree. Any other time he would have sense enough to face about and tiptoe whence he came, but now there's no room left for sentiment. Tableaux vivants are lovely in their way, even in a cave lighted dimly by a hurricane lamp, but sterner scenes are on the curtain. Drummond's voice is m ur mu ring soothing, yes, caressing words to his sobbing captive. Drum? mond's bearded lips, unrebuked, are actually pressing a kiss upon that child? ish brow when Costigan, with a prelim? inary clearing of his throat that sounds like a landslide and makes the rock walls ring again, startles Ruth from her blissful woe and brings Drummond leaping to the mouth of the cave. "Lieutenant, there's something com? ing out over our trail." "Thank God!" sighs Wing, a3 he raises his eyes to those ot his fair nurse. "Thank God, for your sakes!" "Thank God, Ruth!" cries Fanny, extending one hand to her sister while the other is unaccountably detained. "Thank God ! it's father and the Stone man party and Dr. Gray." And Ruth, throwing herself upon her knees by her sister's side, buries her head upon her shoulder and sobs anew for very joy. And then comes sudden start. All in an instant there rings, echoing down the canyon, the sharp, spiteful crack of rifles, answered by shrieks of terror from the cave where lie the Moreno women and by other shots out along the range. Three faces blanch with sudden fear, though Wing looks instant? ly up to say : "They can't harm you, and our men will be here in less'than no time. " Out in t>;e gorge men are springing to their feel and seizing their ready arms; horses are snorting and stamp? ing, mules braying in wild terror. Two of the ambulance mules, breaking loose from their fastenings, come charging down the resounding rock, nearly an? nihilating Moreno, who. bound and helpless, praying and cursing by turns, has rolled himself ont of his nook and lies squarely in the way of everything and everybody. But above all the clamor, the ring of carbine, the hiss and spat of lead flattening upon the rocks, Drummond's voice is heard clear and commanding, seren? and confident. "Every mah to his post now. Re? member your orders. " Gazing out into the canyon with di? lated eyes, Ruth sees him nimbly clam? ber up the opposite side toward the point where Walsh is kneeling behind a rock-Walsh with his Irish mug ex? panded in a grin of delight, the smoke just drifting from the muzzle of his carbine as he points with his left hand somewhere out along the cliffs. She sees her soldier boy, crouching low, draw himself to Walsh's side, sees him glancing eagerly over the rocks, then signaling to some one on their own side, pointing here and there along the wooded slope beyond her vision ; sees him now, with fierce light in his eyes, suddenly clutch Walsh's sleeve and nod toward some invisible object to the She sees him clutch Walsh's sleeve and nod toward some object to the south. south; sees Walsh toss the butt of his carbine to the shoulder and with quick aim send a bullet driving thither; sees Drummond take the fieldglass, and, resting it on the eastward ledge gaze long and fixedly out over the eastward way; sees him start, draw back the glass, wipe the lenses with his silken kerchief, then peer again ; sees him drop them with a gesture almost tragic, but she cannot hear the moan that rises to his lips : "My God, those are Apaches too!" CHAPTER XI. Ten o'clock on a blazing Arizona morning. The hot sun is pouring down upon the jagged front of a range of heights where occasional clumps of pine and cedar, scrub oak and juniper.seem? ed the only vegetable products hardy enough to withstand the alternations of intense heat by day and moderate cold by night, or to find sufficient sustenance to eke out a living on so barren a soil. Out to the eastward, stretching away to an opposite range, lies a sandy des? ert dotted at wide intervals with little black bunches of "scrub mesquite" and blessed with only one redeeming patch of folirge, the copse of willows and cottonwood here at the month of a rock ribbed defile where a little brook, rising heaven knows how or where among the heights, to the west, comes frothing and rambling down through the windings of the gorge only to bary itself in the burning sands beyond the shade. So narrow and tortuous is the canyon, so precipitous its sides, as to prove conclusively that by no slow proc? ess, but by some sudden spasm of na? ture, was it rent in the face of the range. And here in its depths, just aronnd one of the sharpest bends, honey? combed out of the solid rock, are half a dozen deep lateral fissures and caves where the sunbeams never penetrate, where the air is reasonably cool and still, where on this scorching May mo?ii ing, far away from home and relatives, two young girls are sheltered by the natural roofs and walls against the fiery sunshine and by a little band of reso? lute men against the fury of the Apaches. Dcvrn in the roomiest of the caves Fanny and Ruth Harvey are listening in dread anxiety to the sounds of savage warfare echoing from crag to crag along the range, while every moment or two the elder turns to moisten the cloth she holds to a wounded trooper's burning, tossing head. Sergeant Wing is fevered indeed by this time, raging with misery at thought of his helpless? ness and the scant numbers of the de? fense. It is a bitter pill for the soldier to swallow, this of lying in hospital when every man is needed at the front At 9 o'clock this morning a veteran In? dian fighter, crouching in his sheltered lookout above the caves and scanning with practiced eye the frowning front of the range, declared that not an Apache was to be seen or heard within rifle shot, yet was in no wise surprised when, a few minutes later, as he hap? pened to show his head above the rocky parapet, there came zipping a dozen ballets about his ears, and the cliffs fairly crackled with the sudden flash of rifles hidden up to that instant on every side. Indians who can creep upon wagon train or emigrant camp in the midst of an open and unsheltered plain find absolutely no difficulty in surrounding unsuspected and unseen a bivouac in the mountains. Inexperi? enced officers or men would have been picked off long before the opening of the general attack, but the Apaches themselves are the first to know that they have veteran troopers to deal with, for up to this moment only one h?s shown himself at all. At five minutes after .9 o'clock Lieutenant Drummond, glancing exultingly around upon his lit? tle band of fighters, had blessed the foresight of Pasqual Morales and his gang that they had so thoroughly forti? fied their lair against sudden assault. Three on the southern, two on the north? ern brink of the gorge and behind im? penetrable shelter, and two more in re? serve in the canyon, his puny garrison was in position and had replied with such spirit and promptitude to the Apache attack that only at rare inter? vals now is a shot necessary, except when for the purpose of drawing the enemy and locating his position a hat is poked up on the muzzle of a carbine. The assailants' fire, too, is still, but that, as Drummond's men well know, means only "look out for other devil? ment." fTO BE CONTINUED.] Improving an Opportunity. A man who was somewhat the worse j for frequent libations boarded a Market street car the other day, and while he rode he kept the other passengers con? vulsed. After ne had comfortably seat? ed himself two young ladies got on. There was no room for them to sit down, so the inebriated man remarked to two young men next him, "Why don't you felloshs gesh up and givesh ladies sheat?" Seeing that they did not move, the man addressed himself to the two young ladies in about this style, "Girlsh, 'f I could shtand, you could have my sheaf Here the conductor thought it time to interfere and admonished the well mean? ing fellow to be quiet under pain of be? ing put off. This seemed to have the de? sired effect, for he kept still after he had said: "Conductor, I'm married man. Have to talk now, for after I get home my wife won't give me a chance."-Phil? adelphia Call. 16 BoilsatOnce Hood's Sarsaparilla Purifies th? Blood and Restores Health. Mr. F. W. StoweU Wilmot, S. Dak. .0.1. Hood & Co., Lowell, Mass. : 41 About four years ago my wife was troubled with salt rheum. Although we tried nettly everything it got worse Instead of better and spread over both of her hands so that sue cooja hardly use them. Finally sha commenced ts nie Hood's Sarsaparilla and when she had taken two bottles her hands were entirely heated djpa she has not ?mee been troubled. In December, 1892, my neck was covered with boils of a Scrofulous Nature. There were sixteen of them at once and as soon as they healed others would break out My neck finally became covered with ridges ana Hood's^Cures scars. I then rommenced taking Hood's Sarsa? parilla, and after taking four bottles the boils had all healed and thc scars have disappeared. I recommended Hood's Sarsaparilla to all suf? fering from any disorder of the blood.'' F. w. STOWELL, Wilmot, South Dakota. Hood's Pills act easily, yet promptly and efficiently, on the liver and bowels. 25c.