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- ftl^fitilOAIf AMOMA fOW^ WEfflflaitt.*, ft, BBUl I (Copyright, MM, by the Author.) • ' I-',-",' IV", • ?t ! * , \> < Ifo' The sun Went down red in the west-1 efn sky^ The smoldering fires in the ' Sandy bottom begaiito glow with the deepening twilight. One after another the troopers began to awaken, stretch and yawn and ask if further hews had come, and just at nightfall one of Tati* ner's sergeants brought in three jaded ciVilians-^Fergusoii and his friends. All night they had hunted Muncey, without success. All day they had hidden from Apaches, who at dawn,; said they, were thick as leaves in! Socorro, and Ferguson was loud in disgust at the escape of two arch thieves. And not ten minutes after they came in from the south, covered with dust and drawn by six spanking mules, with a dozen grimy troopers as escort, the general's big black ambulance drove in from the north. First to emerge from the interior was a snappy aid-de-camp, followed quickly by the grave, quiet mannered chief himself. "WhaV.i the uruth about Muncey's party?" asked tlio aid in a gasp. "He and a Me. lean rode by us like mad— said they'd been cleaned out completely and were so demoralized they couldn't stop." "Only a case of diamond cut diamond," answered Thornton, briefly. "They had been running off horses, mules and boys for. what I know, and the Apaches caught them red-handed. These gentlemen," said he, indicating Ferguson and his party, "want them for horse stealing, Kelly for murder and mule stealing, and all of us, I fancy, for boy-stealing." A tall man in scouting dress was backing out of the ambulance at tho moment, helping a bright blue-eyed lad to , alight. He turned in quick anxiety as the general asked: "What boy?" "Leon, sir. Little MacDufE. If he wasn't with Muncey I'm sorely afraid the .Apaches have got him." Whereupon tho blue-eyed boy burst into tears. "Oh, father," he cried; "have we come too late, after all?" CHAPTER VIL Maj. Cullen, hastening back to the field of duty, had made much quicker .time than even he had thought possi- ,ble. Alighting from the Central Pacific express at the Oakland wharf at eight ..o'clock of the fair June evening, the little party was met by an aid-de-camp of. 'the general commanding the military' > division of the Pacific, whose head• quarters were in San Francisco, and as • they steamed across the beautiful bay toward the great city of the Golden Gate, with its myriad lights and rivaling the reflected images of the stars, 'the latest tidings fi-om Apacheland were unfolded. The military telegraph, the pioneer of its kind, had not then 1 been strung across the Mohave desert, and all communication between Arizona and the nearest telegraph station—Drum Barracks, at Wilmington, on the California coast—was by courier or buckboard, and it was here, instead of in Arizona, that for a time the de partment -commanders had been allowed to establish their office. It was here that the news of the revolt at the reservation was received by the new commander; here that he wired to Cul i len and received his reply; here, a few . days later, that there was brought to '„ him the tidings of the general uprising. ^ Unlike his predecessors, the new gen- ; eral commanding this remote field de pided that the place from which to di '<rect operations was not Drum Barracks i several hundred miles from the scene 1 but the heart of the Indian country, ' ,an"d thither he went fast as "buekboard" '''pould bear him, < , "Tell Cullen' he'll find me somewhere in the Sandy valley or Tonto basin," he "Then you and Randall Will go \vith> Cap. Thorp to mother's,*' he gently said, after a moment's thought, "and t will take the boat." But when the Mefitana sailed that night the major's family went with him. Mrs"'. Cullen calmly announced her intention of going back to Arizona with her husband, and accepting the warmly proffered hospitality of the general's wife until their now quarters should be in readiness. The mail buckboard went on across the California desert within an hottr of the Maritana's arrival, and while Mrs. Cullen was cordially welcomed by the little colony of army wives and mothers at Wilmington, her husband and her only son- hurried on to overtake the chief. It was with infinite misgivings that she let Randall go, but the boy pleaded with all his heart and soul, and the father decided. "I promised hbsa -;hat he should cross the desert with me," bn said, "instead of going round by sea, as he ho,s, both ways, thus far, and he will bo as safe at Prescott or Camp Sandy or Retribution as he is here—and Mrs. C.'s house is crowded now. lie is wild to meet Leon again, and the two boys can remain together at the post while I'm in the field. I'm only afraid tho fun will be all over before we get there." And so it was settled. Many a time before the boy had been his father's companion in mountain hunt or scout, but never when tho Apaches were swarming as at this moment. "Wo shall find none of them east of Date creek," said Cullen, "and east of there our escort will be too formidable for them to jump. Have no fear for him." But what mother could banish fear for the safety of her only boy? No one saw her parting with the brave, eager, blue-eyed little fellow. Devotedly though he loved her, he was soldier all over, like his father, and eager to act the soldier's part—eager to go with him to the seat of war, over mountain pass and desert and treacherous stream bed,- regretting, if anything, that oh ere was no likelihood of encountering Indians on the way. Her heart was wrung—yet like many another army mother of the old army days, she simply had to face the inevitable. She was to .follow within the fortnight with the general's wife and their par by .of ladies, children and servants by 'steamer ai'ound Old California and up the gulf to the Colorado. By the time they reached Fort Yuma the outbreak would probably be all over and the Indians back in their" mountain homes—the troops in pai-ri- son. It was one of those temporary separations mothers elsewhere marveled at and declared impossible, but that army mothers wept over, yet bowed to. Night and day for forty- eight hours while she prayed for them within sound of the Pacific surges, father and son whirled rapidly eastward, across the turpid Colorado, resting' only an hour at Ehrenberg where they changed backboard, mules and driver, then on again by starlight, gradually rising from billow to billow of the long leagues of desolation to the wild and picturesque scenery of the Sierras, then through resinous forests of pine, through rocky canyon and winding gorge, until they were landed, stiff and sore, dusty, hungry , and thirsty, among the log huts of the little garrison at old Fort Whipple, catching' the department commander just two days before even that impatient soldier thought it possible, Then, after a refreshing bath and a few hours' rest in the general's own big ambulance, and escorted now by wary troopers, away they went for the valley of the Sandy, Everything indicated, said the chief, that {he Indians, after wiping out the Santa Anita settlements, had swooped upon the lower valley while the garrison at Retribution was in its state of transition, and very probi ably they had made it lively for Thorn* ton. Couriers had, jrushed to Col. Pel* ham at Camp Sandy with orders to send strong columns southward at once,' oi}e of them following the valley to meet the general at the fords ^nst above, Tl*eda,tkd drowsy as he had feeeti duf-ing the long, hot day, tired as all might well be, there vfraa no thought of weariness now. In breathless intefest the little party listened to Maj. Thornton's description of the events of the previous night, Randall's heart throbbing hard as he heard of Leon's brave ride for Mrs. Downey's sake, and his tears raining airesh as Thornton told how they had fotind the pony, after daybreak, pierced with Apache arrows^ near the butte. "JEtad they searched the butte itself?" asked the general. "Every crevice of it s sir*" replied Sergt. Charlton, who had found th6 pony. "There Was no trace of him there." * "Indeed, there was tto place there where he could hide,*' said Randall, sadly. "We had hunted and played scout all over it—all over tho neigh^ borhood, in fact. The only places we had to hide were in the old canyon it* self, becattso we believed there the. Indians Wouldn't come." "And you had some hiding place in there?' 1 asked the general, placing his sun-burned hand on Randall's shoulder and looking kindly down into the boy's brimming blue eyes. "Yes, sir; three or four of them. We had two down under the cliffs near the south end and another up by the cove, where old Sanchez camped—near where they were when the cloudburst struck them. Wo were up there twice only ten weeks ago," and again Randy'3 lips were quivering, though he fought manfully to hide his grief. "We had a regular little cache of stores there— hardtack and cheese and frijoles—in case wo ever had to hide there when we were hunting." "You'll make a good frontiersman trae of these days, Randall," said tho bearded chief, calmly glancing at his watch. "I wouldn't bo surprised if you and Leon could teach us a thing or two worth knowing now. Now, Cullen, I've got to push right on' for Retribution— the new post. We'll pick up Tanner's people on the way and take a few of Turner's men from here. Thornton and Turner can go with me, and you and Randy take their horses and a dozen men and search the canyon tonight. It's my belief that your little protege has given both crowds the slip, and that if ho is in the land of the living Randy can find him!" It was then nine o'clock of another hot, still, cloudless, starlit night. In ten minutes, with a few words of encouragement to the boy and a cordial handshake and pat of the shoulder, the general, bade them all good night, sprang lightly into his ambulance, the aid-de-camp following, and away it went, escort and all, splashing through the Sandy. Half an hour later Maj. Cullen was once again saddle among the old fa- some pebbly shallows, where the heights on the western side fell away and gave place to a deep and sheltered nook. They had reached the spot where the Sanchez party was camped When overwhelmed by the cloudburst, where the luckless Mexicans, that very iflorning, following blindly their rascally leaders, were corralled and massacred without mercy. Their bodies, fts we have seen, had been buried by in saddle among tne oia ia- miliar scenes, and, followed by Randy, by Sergt; Kelly, wh'o was overjoyed to welcome back his old captain, and by a dozen troopers who had never yet served with him, put knew him well, as soldiers will, by reputation, the major rode on down stream to , where, dark and frowning, the black gate loomed before them. Randall, in his impatience to be off, could hardly wait for the men to be served with coffee and the horses with a bait of barley before starting on the night ride through the dim and ghostly chasm. Old Kelly gave them constant encouragement. "If he was caught by Apaches and killed we'd surely have come upon his body, Masther Randall," said he, "and after he fired that beacon, . Away sped their strong gi^mule team wn'tbPoiJfh the fertile Hassftyampa 1 , aerQSjrtQ the fcrof & 'valley of W}QW pfe,ek, Qlwging mules an4 escort at the, Bjeujvfcato ran.pfc and getting aUmfiu** n,er Qf starilip'g i n i fw,s ij,n,flrumors, on the i wa,T» A w »j j&t J^st fep, the Sandy, pass* in ,%i ftfjerjjftQn, whtt§ Rap, esrfter, the JUST DBLOW and Muncey's 'outfit' and the Apaches ran foul of each other, neither party wanted to be burdened with a boy. But the Apaches were between him ivnd 'the old post. He's had only one-place to run fort and that was the canyon, Muncey's, 'outfit' probably reached it almost at the same time, and he had to hid,e from both, By this time, it's my belief, he's stolen out and made his way .eold post," • w,as, nearly midnight when Oullen, g/atft$r48k wall?.at the head of poluroni pointed silently to, th.e plack bulk of precipice overhang' '" " a few 'yards, aiiead,. > fy so $arfc that Qnly fey gWug the QCe&sipjagI ,thf ' epwrreU 'heel the \yas, Crane's party, but the stiffened carcasses of the mules still lay there, al* ready beginning to taint the summer ftif. The major had expected Randy td turn into the cove, but the boy jpushed sturdily ahead. "How much further, Randall?* he asked in a low tone. "Two hundred yards or so, father. There's a pitahaya right opposite the place." Then for a moment more the click, click of the ironshod hoofs along the stony trail and the soft rush of the Waters were the only sounds to break the silence of the night. Dark and shadowy, still in single file, the party fode unerringly on, Randall leading. Tho boy's heart Was bounding with hope and eagerness. The grief which had overcome him when told of Leon's probable fate had given place to high and spirited resolve to play a man's part in the effort to rescue him. What boy with a drop of soldier blood in his veins would not rejoice in being a "leader of men" amid such surroundings and on such a quest? No trooper could sec more than the dim outline of his flic leader, but Maj. Cullcn's eyes rejoiced in tho alert, soldierly bearing Of his son. They had almost passed the cove and were once more entering the black shadow of the cliff when Randall's horso shied suddenly, stumbled and went down on his knees. The boy's deft, practiced hand 1 ;ad him up in an instant, but something went slinking away down the bank, and over on tho opposite shore the wild, weird cry of the lynx, half snarl, half warning, rose above the rush of tho stream. Somewhere further down the echoing canyon the cry was taken up and repea/fced land 'old Kelly growled aloud: "The major knows best, sir, but if there's Apaches hanging about here anywhere, that's the way tlaey'd bo signaling maybe, and I wouldn't like to have them heaving rocks down on Masther Randall." "We're almost there now, father," spoke the boy for himself. "They can't roll rocks on us once I get you in there. There's our -landmark now."' And right ahead, around another abrupt eHoulder of the cliff, there loomed up tL •ough the night the shaft of a tall cactus—the cereus giganteUs of the Gila basin—and here again the heights broke away, and through a-toroad opening to the right the stars peeped down iu silvery splendor. Unhesitatingly tho boy Iccl on into this nook of the mountains. One after another the click of hoofs on the rocks gave place to soft thud upon the yielding turf, and presently as' Randall reined in and threw himself from the saddle, the party gathered in silence around him. "It's quite a climb from here," he said. "Will you conie, father — and Kelly? The rest bad-better stay." A trooper took their reins. Silently the boy led on, bending low and searching the foot trail. In a minute they were climbing some steep ascent, slowly, cautiously. Presently they reached the little ledge of rock and stopped to breathe. Down in the depths of the cove a trooper struck a match to light his pipe, and the stern voice of Sergt. Charlton reproved him with: "Don't you know that if there are Indians about that's a sure way of telling them •where to fire?" . ' 'I've got to light a match in a minute, father,!' said Randall, "but it will be so far in the cleft it won't be seen above." Then once again he pushed on, still climbing some old game trail. About two hundred feet above the bottom ho stopped, his heart beating hard, "I'm going to give our signal," he whispered. "It's one we had when we played scout." A moment of silence and then, in low, mellow 'whistle, two notes, not unlike the Bpb White pipe of our quail, were lifted on the night air, Breathless all the troopers far below and the little party on the hillside waited the result. • "The boy's right," muttered old Kelly, to himself. "If Leon's in hiding from Apaches anywhere here he'll welcome that call." 'No answer came, and once again, a little louder, Randall piped anew. Still no result, and with a sob 4n his voice th e boy turned, "I'll not give up till I've searched the cave," he said, M but he'd have answered if he'd, 'h§ard," and so onee more led on, Presently they came to a deep plef t in a hold outcropping of rook, and into this .eautibusly Randall turned. "Keep a few yards behind me," be whispered,, ' f'l've got to light my match,"'' .",• • One jn.om.entt $nd with » snap and. flare %jhk]iue flame of the luoife* flashed U'POR their sight, slowly turned to ypilovf. jejj, and was lifted toward a »dark ap^tupe in the rocfc One instant of hesit|pn, of doubt and bitter dis» and the boy stealthily i hunting tot it/thi p'ony took a notion to wander, and was presently lost to view. Dismayed, Leon searched ovei» the flats, but to no purpose. Not until the dawn was breaking did he come upon him again, close to Signal Butte, quietly grazing, and the°n, all on a sudden, he heard the firing at Kelly's, and in less than no time a dozen shadowy • forms flitted between him and the distant guard lights at the post, and he realized that the Apaches were in the valley. Leaving his pony to his own devices, Leon climbed the rocky height and, taking no thought of his own danger, fired the beacon. Then hurrying down in hopes of escape, discovered several Indians rushing for the butte, saw that his retreat to the post was cut off, and inade all speed for the canyon, thinking to hide in safety there until the coast Was clear} but they followed, SHIP WBSAtHte IN OLD KELLY STBtTOK A LIGHT. Storrt Ocean telftftt fceeefttty One of the most remarkable eIe8$Htf storms at sea, which ptobabiy intensified by reason of ihfe faSt a cargo of Spanish iron tire through 5t* wafc v experienced % ish steamship Mercedes, which Afrites afc this pott the other day front tillbfc»». says the Philadelphia Reotrfc!. . Ort tfr6 Grand banks of Newfoundland during- the nights of December 3 and 4 tfae- ocean appeared like a mighty mass of flume or an endless stretch of prairie* fires. Balls of electrical fires hissed nnd exploded in all directions and darted among ths vessel's maste and rigging. The Mercedes* escape front) going- down on December i seemed little short of a miracle. She was struck by a south* •west gale, which was accompanied, bjr seas rolling high. During tho height of the storin a huge deck derrick, weighing many tons, was torn loose from its fastenings and swept overboard, leav* ing a hole in the vessel's deck, through which the water ran into the cargo. In its course 5t carried away the main top^- ronst, which was also of iron} part of" the flying bridge, the after winch, and? part of the deck fittings. Soon after- \vard the storm partly subsided, when the electrical fire appeared in all directions, it hung in big balls for two* nights from the masts and fore and aft stays, and practically turned aigh,tinto<- day. As the big fireballs came together they would burst with a loud report upon the vessel and disappear. Under this light at night such temporary repairs were made ar> were deemed necessary to reach port. DANGEROUS LIGHTS. or at least ho thought it was they, lie hoard the shouts and hoof beats at the entrance. Terror lent him wings and ho ran like a deer up the gorge. Walking and running, an hour's flight brought him almost exhausted to their cave of refuge. Hero ho clambered to the cave, and there lay for hours; listening later to tho shouts and sounds of battle, never daring to creep forth, even when nightfall came, and, after long hours of vigil, worn out, he fell asleep, only' to awake in. Randall's arms. .• ' Leaving the boys to tho care of his friends at the post, Maj. Cullen, with three troops of his new regiment, chased the scattering Apaches out of tho Tonto basin without further loss to settlers or soldier. They had had their dance and had sense enough to know when to quit.' Old Fort Retribution is only a memory now. Apache canyon is threaded by a narrow gauge railway. A populous settlement has sprung up in the Santa Anita. Kelly's ranch is owned by one of the Kellys, but under a different name—that of her husband—for the old sergeant was gathered in to hia fathers long years ago. Muncey never came back, even when the Santa Anita mines were worth revisiting, even when the claim of MacNutt and Murray was sold to good advantage and Leon's sole benefit. Ferguson's beautiful roan had reappeared after a time, as did Ferguson and his friends, and they said they found her over in tho Agua Fria country, where Muncey and Cardoza seemed to run foul of the Apaches again, and this time without escape. At least Apaches were seen there just a day or so before the runaways, and they covered a multitude of sins. Tho old butte flamed its signal once again long years later, when the Indians had an outbreak on tho Cibicu, but that was after Pelham and the —th served their five years in Arizona, and, with Maj, Cullen and Randall, left for the new station Kansas and Nebraska, and. for long campaigns against their old friends, tho Sioux and Cheyennes. By this time the boys had spent their high school days'in San IPrancisqo, and were sprouting down upon their sun-tanned cheeks and planning 1 for future years of service in the life they loved, and the last time I saw them was some ten years ago—Leon, a stout, stalwart sergeant in the ca,valry; Randall riding, a platoon commander, in his father's regiment—all the better soldiers, both of them, for the boy days in scout and saddle around Apache canyon and under the shadows of old Signal Butte, END,] PROGRESS IN COREA, The First Newspaper Printed to Natlv* a Very Creditable Journal. Another evidence of the. rapid prog* Cprea is making }s shown in the receipt by the legation, at Washington of cppies of the first Coygan newspaper printed in Corean type. The new jour* nalistiQ venture is puWiphed. in Seoul every other- d,ay» «d is.'ejititled The Capital News B§p?rt,- li consists 9$ fQW t pafes about the siz.3, of Aweyjaiw papers, nearly three P| whip^ are de» vpted to^he/news, o* the fciy »n3 §d» the ' Oculists Protest Against the Use of Electricity tvlth Plata Globes. An English paper states that London* oculists arc up in •~rms against the- very serious danger to the community, caused by tho electric light. Several- eminent eye doctors ore agreed on the- point that unless a stop is put to the* exposure of uncovered electric lights in the streets and in shops and offices^ nearly all the population will become- blind. Experts av so greatly exercised 1 in the matter that they even suggest that/parliament should take it: up and' prohibit the use 'of. plain glass.'globes, for electric light unless they are properly shaded. Commenting,,on this,, a- London electrical journal-says: "It is riot customary to look at the.sun, and' not even the most enthusiastic electrician would suggest that naked arcs and incandescent--filaments were objects to.be gazed,at without limit. But- naked arc lights are not usually placed so as to come within the line of sight,, und when they do so. accidentally,, whatever may result, the injury to the* eye is quite perceptible. The filament of a glow lamp, on -the other hand, is more likely to meet the eye, but a frosted bulb is an extremely simple and common way of entirely getting over .that-difficulty. The whole:trduble can easily be remedied by the use of properly frosted .or colored glass globes.. In any case, however, the actual permanent injury to the eye by, the glowing- filament is no greater than that due to an ordinary gas flame." ••'•'. FISH THAT DRANK WINE. Some of Them Developed a Taste for It: and Got Hilarious. "Did you ever see drunken.fish?" inquired a Sonoma county wine "grower. No one would confess that he had seen intoxicated fish, says the San Francisco Post, and the silence indicated a predisposition to incredulty. "I suppose you are going to tell ns- about a drunken catfish • staggering down through the orchard and catching a bird?" suggested one. ' "Do you think I am a liar?" demanded the farmer, indignantly, but he was left in ignorance as to the, belief of htsi hearers. ' ( My winery is right on the-' bank of a little creek. This time of the year the water stands in pools and" every pool is full of trout, suckers and, pike. All of the waste from the, winery is thrown into the creek, andl that is enough to discolor the-water,., but the other day a big vat offspur claret burst and nearly all of it ram v down into the hole of water just be^ew' 1 the winery. In half an' hour the popB- was crowded with fish floating fceljy up. I thought they were dead, pulled a big pike out, but ne and flopped around just like an 1 drunk trying to get up without thing to hold on to, One by ope^hiy disappeared as they sobered \ip, u 'an$ when the water cleared tyro days'syft^ ward there wasn't, a dead f)&h.,ii» x tftfir, pool, They had just been""Jafrge~d;"V .< ( 0f wUoJi are, Japanese, The papfP b&8 cabled, foreign reports from Japan and China. on,d special correspondence in ' $3$ trl «fS • •"' $

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