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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 XII. Ii is a sultry day, early in July, ai the son is going westward through fleet of white, wind driven clouds th send a host of deep shadows sweepu and chasing over the wide prairi Northward the view is limited by Ipw range of bluffs, destitute of tree i foliage, but covered thickly with tl summer growth of bunch grass. Soot! ward, three miles away at least, thong it seems much less, a similar rang pierced her** and there with deep r vines, frames the picture on that sid Midway between the two ridges ar -fringed with, clumps of cottonwood ax willow, a languid stream flows silent eastward and is lost with the valley \ lise dim distance. Out to the west i long, gradual curve the southward ran$ veers around and spans the horizoi Midway across this monotone of lan? scape, cutting the stream at right ai glee, a hard prairie road comes twis ing and turning ont of one of the so uti ern ravines, and after a long, gradin dip to the ford among the coitonwooc emerges from their leafy shade an goes winding away until lost arnon . file "breaks'' to the north. It is one < the routes to the Black Hills of Dakot N-the wagon road from the Union Pi cific at Sidney by way of old Fort Bol inson, Neb., where a big garrison c some 14 companies of cavalry and ix fantry keep watch and ward over th Sioux nation, which, one year previoui was in the midst of the maddest, mos successful war it ever waged againf the white man. That was the center: nial year-1876. This is another eveni ful year for the cavalry-1877; for bc tore the close of the summer even th troops so far to the southeast are destine to be summoned to the ctiase- and captar of wary old Chief Joseph-the greates Indian general ever reared upon th Pacific: slope-and even now, on thi July day, bete are cavalrymen at thei accustomed task, and though it is fiv years since we saw them nuder th heat and glare of the Arizona sun titer are familiar faces among these tha greet us. AU along under the cottonwoods be low the crossing the bivouac extends Long before sunrise these hardy fellow were in saddle, and in long cokum have come marching down from tb north-four strong troops-a typica battalion of regular cavalry as the: looked and rode in those stirring day that brought about the subjugation o the Sioux. Out on the prairie the foo: herds of the four different troops an quietly grazing, each herd watched fr its trio of alert, though often apparent ly dozing, guards. One troop is mad< up entirely of black horses, another o: sorrels-two are of bays. Anothe: herd is grazing close to the stream the mules of the wagon train-and th< white tops of these cumbrous vehicle! are dotting the left bank of the winding water for 200 or 800 yards. Cook fir? are smoldering in little pits dug ii the yielding soil, but the cooking h over for the present. The men have hac their substantial dinner and. are now smoking or sleeping or chatting ix groups in the shade-all but a squad .of a dozen, commanded by a grizzled veteran on whose worn blouse the chev? rons of a first sergeant are stitched. Booted and spurred, with carbines slung and saddles packed, these sun tanned fellows are standing or sitting at ease, holding the reins of their sleepy charg? ers and waiting apparently for the pas? sengers who are to start in tue stout built Concord drawn by four sleek, strong looking mules, now standing in the shade near the canvas homestead of the commanding officer. Presently two soldiers following a young man in civilian dress come for? ward lugging a little green painted iron safe, and this, with a swing and a thud, they deposit in the wagon. "You've seen that before, sergeant," laughs the civilian. ".I have, begad, an when it had a heap more green inside an less outside than it has now. Faith, I never ex? pected to see it again, nor the paymastei either. We were both bored through an . through. 'Twas our good habite that saved us. Sure your predecessoi was a game fighter. Mr. Barnes, if he was a tenderfoot. " "Yes. the major often tells me he wishes he had him back, and me in the place he has instead of the one he had," answers the clerk whimsically. "Does he know you're to command the escort in? You got him into such a scrape then that he's never tired of telling of it" "Then he may feel gratified at the honor I am doing him now. Sure it's beneath the dignity of a first sergeant to command a squad like this except on an extraordinary occasion, an it's to take the taste of the last timeout of his mouth 1 volunteered to escort the ma? jor now. 'Twas a strong taste to last five years, though my reminder will go with me many a year longer. Here they come now.'* As the sergeant speaks a little group of officers issues from the battalion commander's tent. Foremost among them, in loose, flapping raiment and broad brimmed hat and green goggles, is the rotund and portly shape of Major Plummer, the paymaster. c*Well, old man, " says the cavalry leader, "you can hardly get into a scrape 'twixt here and Sidney. We've seen you through all right so far; now we'll go on about our scouting. Your old friend Feeny asked permission to see you safely to the railway." "What, Feeny, and a first sergeant too? Fm honored indeed! Well. sergeant," be adds, catching sight the grizzled red face tinder the scouting hat, "111 promise to let? ron the machine this time and not terfere, no matter what stories corni us of beauty in distress. All ready ' "All ready, sir, if the major is." "He wasn't that civil to me in A zona," laughs the paymaster as trans to shake hands with the offic about him. "You see you were new to the bt ness then," explains a tall capta "Feeny considers you a war vetei now, after your experience at Morenc We all had to serve our apprentices! as suckling lieutenants before he woi show us anything but a semblance respect. Goodbv, major; good luck you. "Goodby all. Goodby, Drummoi Goodby, Wing. Here I I must shs hands with you two again." And sha he does; then is slowly "boosted'' ii his wagon, where, as the whip crae and the mules plunge at their colli and tilt him backward, the major's j ly red face beams on all around, a he waves his broad brimmed hat in < nberant cordiality as they rattle awaj The group of officers presently d perse, two tall lieutenants .strolling ? together and throwing themselves und the spreading branches of a big cette wood. One of them, darker and som what heavier built now, but musculc active, powerful, is Drummond; t other, a yonnger man by a brace years, tall, blue eyed, blond bearde wearing cn his scouting blouse tl straps of a second lieutenant, is 01 old Mend Wing, and Wing does n hesitate in presence of his senior offic -such is the bond of friendship betwe* them-to draw from his breast pock a letter Just received that day wh< the courier met them at the crossing ? the Dry Fork, and to lose himself i its contents. "All well with the madam and tl kid?" queries Drummond, after tl manner of the frontier, when at la Wing folds and replaces his letter, happy light in his brave blue eyes, "All well. Paquita says that Harvc has captured the entire household, ar > that Grandpa Harvey is his abje* slave. There isn't anything in Chicaj too good for that 2-year-old. They** had them photoed together-the kid c his grandfather's shoulder. " "Aren't you afraid his Arizona une will be jealous for his own boy's sake ? laughs Drummond. "I don't believe Ned would begrudj Fanny anything the old man might fe< for her or for hers. He is generosit itself toward his sisters, and surely could never have found a warmer trien -out of the army. You know how h stood by me. " "I know, and it was most gratifyin -not but that I feel sure you woul have won without his aid. The old ma simply couldn't quite be reconciled t her marrying in the army and li vin in Arizona." *4 A strange land for a honeymoon cet tainly-yet where and when was ther a happier? Do you remember how th Apaches jumped the Verde bnckboan the very week after we were married?' 44 And you spent half of the honey moon scouting the Tonto basin? should say so! What with a courtshi] in a robbers' cave, a marriage in a cav airy camp and a wedd ing tour in sad die, you had a unique experience, Wing but-you deserved her. " And Drum mond turns and grips his comrade'! hand. Wing is silent a moment. His eye: are wistfully searching the elder's hal: averted face. 44 Jim, you told me awhile ago of y om sister's approaching marriage. AK yon not going on?" 44 Yes. It will be early in October. She's blissfully happy, is Puss, anc he's a very substantial, solid sort of ? fellow. I'm well content, at last, thal her future is assured. " 4 4 And you are-a free agent practical? ly. Isn't it time we heard of your OWE happiness-your own vine and fig tree, old man?" " Time 's gone by, I reckon," laughs Drummond, yet not merrily. "I've had too much to think of-too much responsibility-and probably have lost my chance." Wing looks as though he wanted mightily to say something, but conquers his impulse. "October is a long way off, " he final ly remarks, 4 4 and I thought you might find earlier opportunity of going east. Now that Ned has entire charge of the business m Arizona the old gentleman takes life easier. The winter in Cuba did him a lot of good, and Fan writes that he seems so happy now, having his two girls and his little (;;randson nuder the same roof with his sister and her children. What a reunion after all these years!" "Where are they living in Chicago?" 4 4 Yon would know better than I, for -think of it !-I have never been east of the Missouri since my babyhood, " answers Wing. 4'Fan writes that her aunt has a lovely house on what they call the North Side-near the great waterworks at the lake front. " "I know the neighborhood well," says Drummond. 4'Chicago is as fa? miliar to me as San Francisco was to you. Only-I have no roof to call my own anywhere, and as soon as Puss is married shall not have a relative or friend on earth who is not much more deeply interested in somebody else." And the senior lieutenant is lying on his back now, blinking np at the rapid? ly, scudding.clouds.. Presently he pnjls [ the bread orim of his campaign j ! down over his eyes. "What do 3 i hear from your mother, Wing?" "NothiDg new. Bless the dear 1 ! lady ! Yon should have seen her h I piness in Harvey. She could Lar< ! bear to let the ?ittle fellow out of 3 arms, and how she cried and clung him when we parted at the Oakla j wharf I Poor little mother I She 1 never given np the hope of seeing tl scapegrace of an uncle of mine agair j "Has she ever heard how he tried murder his nephew?" queries Dru mond grimly. "Never. Nor have we the faint trace of him since the break up of 1 old Morales gang at Fronteras. Ti went all to pieces after their encoun with you and C troop. What a chs of disasters I Lost their leaders a three of their best men, lost their re dezvous at Moreno's, lost horses a mules-for what our men didn't ? the Apaches did-and won absolute nothing except the 24 hour possessi of a safe they hadn't time to ope Whereas I got my commission and r wife; Feeny, honorable wounds ai mention and the chevrons of a first Bi geant; Costigan got his sergeam s tripes and the medal of honor, Murpl his sergeantcy, Walsh and Latham me als and corporalships, and the only f < low who didn't get a blessed thing b scars was the commanding lieutena -your worthy self-thanks to wiseacr at Washington who say Indian fightii isn't war." " Didn't I get a letter of thanks fro the department commander?" gri Drummond. "What else could I e: peet?" "What else?" is Wing's impulsr rejoinder. Then, as though mindi of some admonition, quieting at om and speaking in tone less suggestiv "Well, in your case I suppose you ca be content with nothing, but bless n if I could. " Then, suddenly rising az respectfully touching his weather bea en hat, he salutes a stoutly built, so dierly looking mian m rough scoutix dress, whose only badge of rank is tl tarnished shoulder strap with the si ver leaf on the shabbiest old fatigt coat to be found in the battalion, ma of whose members, however, wear 11 coat at all. "Hullo, Wing-didn't mean to dil turb your siesta-Drummond here? says the commander in bis offhart way, and af sound of the well know voice Drummond, too, is on his feet i a twinkling. "Seen the papers that came in tc day?" queries the colonel, obliteratin from his sentences all verbal superflu] ties. "Not yet, sir; any news?" "H-1 to pay in Chicago, so far a heard from. The railway strike ha taken firm hold there. Police and mi litia both seem unable to do anythinj against the mob, and the authoritie are stampeded. Your home, isn't it?' "It was once, sir, but that was man; a long year ago." "W-e-ell," says the colonel reflect ively, stroking his grizzled beard,"it' my belief lhere is worse to come. I isn't the 'striking railway hands tba will do the mischief, .but every tim? there's a strike all the thieves an< thugs and blackguards lu the commn nity turn out. That's what happened in Pittsburg-that's what's the matte: in Chicago. It looks to me as thong! the plea for regular troops would ha vi to be granted. " "Think we can get there, sir?" ask) Wing eagerly, j "Can'tsay. We're supposed to hav< ! our hands full covering this section ol Nebraska, though I haven't heard of t hostile Sioux this summer. Besides, they have full regiments of infantry al Omaha and along the lakes. Doesn't Mrs. Wing say anything about thc trouble?" "Her letter is four days old, sir, and only says her father looks upon the sit I nation as one of much gravity, bul j women rarely 600 troubles of this kind j until they come to their doors. " "Well, this is The Times of two days j ago. It reached Sidney at < breakfast ! time this morning, and Hatton brought two or three copies out when he came with the mail. I thought you two might be interested." And with that the ! colonel goes strolling along down the ; bank of the stream, pausing here and j there to chat with some officers or give I some order relative to the grazing of ! the horses-one of his especial "fads." And this evening, just as the sun dis I appears over the Jow bluff" lying to the j west and the? horses are being picketed i for the night, while from a score of cook j fires the appetizing savor of antelope j steak and the aroma of "soldier coffee" j rise upon the air, a little dust cloud j sweeps ont from the ravine into which I disappears the Sidney road and comes ? floating out across the prairie. Keen j eyed troopers quickly note the speed i with which it travels toward them. ; Officers and men, who have just been i looking to the security of their steeds, ; pause now on their way to supper and ; stand gazing through the gloaming at { the coming cloud. In five minutes the , cause is apparent-two 6wift riders, j urging their horses to full speed, racing i for the ford. Five minutes more and j the foremost throws himself from tho ! saddle in the midst of the group at the I colonel's tent and hands that officer a i telegraphic dispatch, which is received, j opened, read with imperturbable grav : ity and pocketed. To the manifest chagrin of the courier and disappoint? ment of his officers, the colonel simply says: I "W-e-ell, I'm going to supper. You j all'd better have yours too. " j "Why, blame his old hide!" pants i the courier later, "the quartermaster told me never to lose a second, but git j that to him before dark. The hull ! outfit's ordered to Chicago by special train.*' And so, finding the secret out, the colonel presently puts aside professional sang froid and condescends to be hu i man again. j "Get a hearty supper all round, gen? I tlemen, then-'boots and saddles' and ; away for Sidney!" Two days later. A fierce July sun is pouring down a flood of humid, mois? ture laden heat upon a densely packed, sweltering mass "of turbulent" men, many of them flushed with drink, all of them flushed with triumph, for the ill armed, ill disciplined militia of the sev? enties-a pygmy force as compared with the exper* "guardsmen" of today-has been scattered to the winds ; the sturdy police have been swept from the streets and driven to the shelter of the sta? tions. Mob law rules supreme. Dense clouds of smoke are rising from sacked and ruined warehouses and from long trains of burning cars. Here and there little groups of striking employees have gathered, holding aloof from the reck? less and infuriated mob, appalled at the sight of riot and devastation resulting from their ill advised action. Many of their number, conscious of their re? sponsibility for the scenes of bloodshed and pillage and wanton destruction of property, public and private, would now gladly undo their work and array themselves among the few defenders of the great corporations they have served for years and deserted at the call of leaders whom they never saw and in a cause they never understood, but there can be "no footsteps backward" now. The tide of riot has engulfed the great city of the west, and the majesty of the law is but the laughing stock of the lowest of the masses. Huddled in their precinct stations, the police are bandag? ing their bruised and broken heads. Rallied at their armories, the more de? termined of the militia are preparing to defend them and their colors against the anticipated attack of 50 times their force in "toughs"-Chicago's vast accumulation of outlawed, vagabond or criminal men. The city fathers are well nigh hopeless. Merchants and business men gather on 'change with blanched faces and the oft repeated query: "What next? What next?" Every moment brings tidings of fresh dismay. New fires and a crippled and helpless department, for the rioters slash the hose and laugh all efforts to scorn. A gleam of hope shone in at 10 o'clock, and the boardroom rang with cheers at the president's announce? ment that the regulars were coming-a whole regiment of infantry from Oma? ha was already more than half way. But the gleam died out at noon when, with white lips, an officiai read the tel? egram saying the strikers had "side tracked" the special trains bearing the soldiers, and they could not advance another mile. And so they had on one road, but there are others, better guarded, better run. The sun is well over to the west again, Chicago is resigning itself to another night of horror, when from the suburbs there comes gliding in to the heart of the city the oddest looking railway train that has been seen for years, a sight at which a host of riot? ous men break away from the threat? ening front, dragging with them those "pals" whom drink has either mad- j dened or stupefied ; a sight at which skulking blackguards who have picked up paving stones drop them into the gutters and think twice before they lay hand on their revolver butts. No puff? ing engine hauls the train; the motive power is at the rear. First and fore? most is a platform car-open, uncover? ed, but over its buffer glisten the bar? rels of the dreaded gatling gun, and around the gun-can these be soldiers? Covered with dust and cinders, hardly a vestige of uniform among them, in the shabbiest of old felt hats, in hunt? ing shirts of flannel or buckskin, in scout worn trousers and Indian leg? gings, but with their prairie belts crammed with copper cartridges, their brawny brown hands grasping the browner carbine, their keen eyes peer? ing straight into the faces of the throng? ing crowd, their bronze features set and stern, the whole car fairly bristles with men who have fought tribe after tribe of savage foes from the Yellowstone to the Sonora line, and who hold a savage mob in utter contempt. Here by the hub of the gatling's wheel stands old Feeny, close at the elbow of dark faced Dr nm mond. C troop's first platoon, "mans" the gatling gun, and under its old leader of the Arizona campaigns "leads the procession" into the Garden City of the antebellum days. By Drummond's side is a railway official gazing ahead to see that every switch is properly set and signaling back to the engineer when to "slow," when to come confidently ahead. Behind the platform car come ordinary baggage and passenger coaches, black with men in the same rough, devil may care scouting rig. All, except their horses and horse equipments left with the quarter? master at Sidney station, the battalion has been run to Chicago exactly as it came from the plains, and Chicago's "toughs," who would have hooted and jeered perhaps at sight of polished brasses and natty uniforms, recoil be? wildered before this gang of silent and disciplined "jayhawkers." Steadily, silently, ominously, the train rolls along. As it is rounding a curve sev? eral ugly looking fellows are seen run? ning at speed toward the switch lever Steadily, silently, ominously, the train rolls along. at the next street crossing. Excitedly the railway man clutches Drummond's elbow and points. Two troopers are kneeling close at hand. "Shoot if they touch that switch," says Drummond, and instantly the locks click as the hammers are brought to full cock. The foremost runner is almost at the iron stand ; his hand is outstretched to grasp it when a gasping, warning cry reaches Jus ears, (glancing back, h? sees his fellows scattering either side, and one look at the smoi rolling car reveals the cause; two c bines are leveled at him, and flat throws himself on his face and rolls one side amid derisive laughter fri the strikers themselves. A little f ther on a knot of surly rioters are ga ered on the track. No warning wi tie sounds, and the clanging bell is 1 far to the rear to attract their attenti? "Ont of the way there!" is the bin roughly spoken order. No time t for standing on ceremony. Venge: and scowling the men spring asi< some stooping to pick np rocks, otb reaching into their pockets for i ready pistol, but rocks are dropped a pistols undrawn as the train whi j rapidly by, and wrath gives place mystification. Who-what are tin I strange, silent, stubbly bearded, s tanned fellows in slouch hats, flam shirts and the worn old black belts o^ the shoulder? Even the engine has ! guard, and half a dozen of them, perc ed upon the tender, have leveled th* j carbines to flank and rear, ready to 1 drive into the crowd the instant a bri j is heaved or a trigger pulled. And so into the great stone stati they roll, and here they find the ph forms jammed with citizens-soi drawn by curiosity, some active syi pathizers in the strike, and many them prominent leaders of f he mob sui j ing in the crowded thoroughfare wit I out. The train has hardly come tc stand when from every direction t : mass of outsiders is heaving up aron? it ! "Now, Feeny, clear the platform the left. Take the other side, Wing, says Drummond quietly to the offic at the front door of the next car. In the very fraction of a second tl : first sergeant and a dozen men ha I leaped from the deck, and straight in the heart of the crowd they go. "Ba< with ye! Out o' this!" are the ster determined orders, emphasized by vi orous prods with the heavy carbi] butts. Astonished at methods so prom; and decided, there is only such resis ance as the weight and bulk of those : rear can offer, and that is but momen ary. The sight of those gleaming ga ling barrels, the stern, brief orders az the rapid, confident advance combii to overcome all idea of resistance. C both sides, at the head of the train, tl huge crowd, half laughing, half sum eating, is heaved back upon itself az sent like a great human wave rollie up to the iron lattice at the office en< Meantime, without an instant's dels the battalion springs out from the car forms ranks on the north platforn counts fours, and then, anns at rigl shoulder, away it goes with swinging steady tramp around the rear of th train, across the parallel rows of rail and in another moment, greeted by tn mendous cheers from the occupants c long lines and high tiers of stores, offic? business blocks, the grimy, dusty, wa worn campaigners come striding dow the crowded street. Heavens, hoi the people shout! Staid old burghers portly business men, trot panting a lon side, waving their hats and cheerin themselves hoarse. "Them feller hasn't no bouquets in their guns, " is th way a street gamin expresses it. "Whither are they going?" ""Vjjba have they first to do ?' ? is the cry. Pc lice officials ride now with the captai: temporarily in command; a carriag has whisked the colonel over to head quarters, but haste! haste! is the word On they go, silent, grim, with the al kali dust of the North Platte crcssinj still coating their rusty garb. A grea swing bridge looms ahead; a dozen pc lice deploy on either side and check th attending crowd. Over they go a route step, and then, turning to th right, tramp on down a roughly pave? street, growing dim and dimmer ever minute with stiffing smoke. Present?; they are crossing snakelike lines o hose, gashed and useless; passing fir apparatus standing, unhitched and neg lected; parsing firemen exhausted an< listless. Then occasional squads o scowling men give way before thei steady tramp and are driven down alie] ways and around street corners by re viving police. Then the head of col nmn turns to the left ana comes ful upon a scene of tumult-a great build ing in flames, a great mob surgixu. about it defying police interference an< bent apparently on gutting the struc ture from roof to cellar and pillaging th? neighboring stores. Now, men of thi -th, here's work cut out for you Drive that mob, bloodlessly if you can blood letting if you must! The colonel is again at the head. Al are on foot. "Lett front into line double time;" the first company throwi its long donble rank from curb to curb Drummond, its commander, striding at its front, Wing, his subaltern, anx Joosly watching him from among thu file closers. Already they have reach ed the rearmost of the rioting groups, and with warning cries and impreca tiona these are scurrying to either side and falling into the hands of the ac? companying police. Thicker, densei grows the smoke; thicker, denser thc mob. "Clear this street ! Out of the way !" are the orders, and for a half block ox so clear it is. Then comes the first op? position. On a pile of lumber a tall, stalwart man in grizzled'beard and slouching hat-evidently a leader of mark among the mob-is shouting or? ders and encouragement. What he says cannot be heard, but now, tightly wedged between the rows of buildings, tile mob is at bay, and yelling mad re? sponse to the frantic appeals and gestic? ulations of their leader at least 2,000 reckless and infuriated men have faced the little battalion surging steadily up the narrow street. "You may have to nre,Drummond,M says the colonel coolly. "Get in rear of your company. " Obedient, the tall lieutenant turns and follows his chief along the front of his advancing line so as to pass around the flank. He is not 50 paces from the pile on which the mob leader, with half a dozen half drunken satellites, is shouting his ex? hortations. Just as the lieutenant's arm is grazing grim old Feeny's elbow as he passes the first sergeant's station, a brick comes hurtling through the air, strikes fall upon the back of the offi? cer's unprotected head and sends him, face forward, into the muddy street In the yell of triumph that follows, Wing's voice for an instant is unheard. Obedient to its principle, "Never load until about to fire,'' the battalion'scar bines are still empty, but all on a sud? den O troop halts. "With ball car? tridges, load!" is Wing's hoarse, stern order. "Now aim low when I give the word. Fire by company. Company, ready!" and like one the hammers click. But no command "Aim" fol? lows. "Look out! Look out! For God's sake don't fire ! Out of the way ! ' ' are the frantic yells from the throats of the mob. Away they go, scattering down side streets, alley ways, behind lumber piles, everywhere-anywhere. Many even throw themselves flat on their faces to escape the, expected tem? pest of lead. "Don't fire,"says the colonel mercifully. ' * Forward, double time, and give them the butt We'll support you. ' ' Down from the lumber piles come the erstwhile truculent lead? ers, "Draw cartridge, men," orders Wing in wrath and disappointment "Now, butts to the front and give them h-L Forward!" And out he leaps to take the lead, dashing straight into the thick of the .scattering mob, his men after him. There is a minute of wild yelling, cursing, of resounding blows and trampling feet and in the midst of it all a single shot, and when Wing, breathless, is finally halted 'two squares farther on only a dozen broken headed wretches remain along the street to represent the furious mob that con? fronted them a few minutes before. Only these few and one writhing, bleed? ing form, around which half a dozen policemen are curiously gathered, and at whose side the battalion surgeon has just knelt "He's shot through and through," is his verdict presently. "No power can save him. Who is he ?" "About the worst and most danger? ous ringleader of riot this town has known, sir, " is the answer of one of the police, officials. "No one knew where he came from either-or his zeal name." And then in his dying agony the fall? en demagogue turns, and the other side of his twitching face comes uppermost Even through tho thin, grizzly beard there is plainly seen an ugly, jagged scar stretching from ear to chin. "This isn't his first row by any man? ner of means, if it is his last," says a sergeant of police. "Look at that! Who shot him anyhow?" "I did," is the cool, prompt answer, and Sergeant Feeny raises his hand to his carried carbine and stands atten? tion as he sees the surgeon kneeling there. "1 did, and just in the nick of time. He had drawn a bead on our lieutenant, but even if he hadn't I'd have downed him, and so would any man in that company yonder. " And Feeny points to where C troop stands resting after its charge. "You knew him then?" "Knew him instantly, as a deserter, thafe, highwayman and murderer knew him as Private Bland in Arizona and would know him anywhere by that sea?." A policeman bends and wrenches a loaded, revolver from the clutching, quivering fingers just as Wing comes striding back and shoulders his way into the group. "Is he badly hurt doctor? That was an awful whack. " "It is the lieutenant sir, " says Feeny respectfully, but with strange signifi? cance in ins tone as he draws a police? man aside. "Look!" And Wing, bending over, gives one CONCLUDED ON NSXT PAGE. If rs. O. IL Jaquith Ithaca, Wisconsin. Extreme Agony With Rheumatism-Joints in Airms and Limbs Affected . Blood Purified and Pain? Driven Out by Hood's Sarsaparilla. M C. L Hood & Co., Lowell, Mau. : "I can say wita all my heart 'Praise God for Hood's Saraparilla.' Three years ago rheuma? tism terribly affected my hands and feel, mostly inthejoints. Tie j became inflamed and swoUaa. 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