The Red Cloud chief., 1889-07-05
MADGE.
The Plucky Girl Who Saved the
Red Gulch Stage.

.Click. click, click. click went the types
Is they were thrown into their respective
boxes BY the type settlers IN the Daily Cal
Iope Office. Il was early Sunday morning,
and they were almost through with the
nights work Ore Of the compositors, q
sark-haired girl. was particularly def a.
her task: and the ninbleuess OF her stained
fingers as. without IN error. she rapidly
sorted the letters, was a sight worth watch
Ing. Though the only lady in the Office. and
bat a child az that. she was As quick and
rapid a worker As any
The Calliope was one OF the experimental
daiIies. that had started in western towns
<or booming PURPOSES
The CITY would be called mere village
bv Eastern visitors. but standing as il did
far out on the plains. amid the foot hills OF
the Rockies. II had quite a metropolitan ap-
pearance. After NE leagues upon leagues
of urbroken prairie or rolling bluffs and
precipitous banks. il really appeared like a
center Of civilization, and despite the ram
bling character Of its buildings and the
smaIlness Of its population il daily paper.
electric lights and water works did not seem
SO much out Of the way.
As the fingers Of the girl were nearing the
end o. their task. . voice was heard behind
her. She recognized it as that Of Mr.. Fer
rsrs. the editor. He said: Mss Madge.
here are three short items wish you would
put il type. Take pains. please. for l Will
not rave tine 10 look ~ your work
The morning paper was nearly ready for
the press and handing her three slips OF
manuscript covered with his almost un-
readable scrawi. he left her and went TO at
tend 10 other matters demanding his At
tention-
Il wonder what that can be- though: the
girl. pulling over the b~aily-wr;-ten sen
rences. o yes. I see now" aad she
quickly put into type:
To-day IS the glorious anniversary o. tie
resu-r-c-iou-Easter. The .ord Is sweet with
suggestion. II speaks OF hope, .: jog. OF . new
lie. That our readers nay en.oy hope and hap
piness Ard that . new LIE nay cone 10 each
hear. 3 our wish"
Ii was . short editorial squib. Then she
took up the next one. a news item:
" le arm tina, Ben Haven. the Wei known
STAGE diver on the Colorado ana Kansas line
between here and Red Gulch- has ee-n dis
CHARGED a1d his place filed by Joan Horris-
Eo-is started OF: on hts rrst "TRIP FritAy morn
Ing. and VIII return to-1ocrov night
The girl hesicatei- She disliked having
the words go forth to the world They told
of her father being thrown out Of employ
ment. and though the editor had not said 50,
every BODY would know that Ben Haven
had lost his job" on account Of his dissi-
patton
Il mu.. do It though she thought 'for
Iwant to keep my place here now" aad
this tenn too. was made ready for the press.
The third and her Last work Of the night.
had evidently been handed in from the tele-
graph Office 1t cad
A terrible blizzard said 70 - the worst OF
the season, 10 raging in Wyoming and western
NsoraskA It s sweeping southwark and VIII
reach here about nooa Sunday. Coming 50 late
IN the season is vii Ind maayu aprepared and
Co nuca cArc0ye
Tha, was IL. and throwing her thin cloak
around her. she left the Office and. through
the chill. gray morning, sought her unat-
tractive hone-a frame cabin. perched Tar
beyond the outskirts Of the town, on the
side OF Indian hill, with only the govern
meat stage road between il and the SMOKY
river. There was . peculiar clearness n
TIE air,aad the stars twinkled with Q strange
masners 1rehsFsfs#3 oueh3iF4f
il ho<sever. sAA be4or Z
or noisy carrier Dys had delivered the
morning S:.t&stk48a4esspsrs1
~-Nadge.- called her father, six hours