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The Washington times., 1894-04-08

them, for they knew they had fight to the
death ahead of them, and they fully under
stood they would be dead or free long before
any aid could ever reach them In that side
track Of the desert.
"Creep up the trail, Mcguire" said the
corporal. calmly "I'll cover you and follow
you. We must hurry up, for they'll climb the
hill down below and try and head US of.
Our only chance is to reach the pine and the
rocks"
Mcguire nodded coolly, and simply said:
Don't shoot in a hurry, corporal. We have
more time then ammunition and he went up
the trail swiftly, hating behind q bowlder.
Franklin caught q glimpse of the Indians,
but only a glimpse, for their own safety was
of more Importance than the capture of the
soldiers. That was only question of time
The corporal joined the private above, and
then both started on n run for the pine, amid
the yelling and firing of the Indians. who had
gained the summit further down. Just a few
PAGES from their shelter Mcguire staggered
and as he caught him Franklin saw the blood
gushing from his breast over his gray shirt
As the men struggled into the shelter OF the
rocks, the wounded man pitched over dead
with ball through his head, and Franklin
felt hot, soaring stroke on his cheek.
Grief and rage surged through Franklin's s
breast, but he kept his head, and from behind
his rocky breastwork drove the Indians to
the shelter of the cedars, 100 yards away.
His cheek-bone ached, and the blood from his
wound dripped on his shirt; but. though pain
full, he kept watch upon his vigilant foe,
glancing betimes at his dead comrade stretched
Imply at his side. Darkness came, but his
steady watch was maintained, the strain being
relieved by an occasional shot at his creeping
enemies. which made them chary OF their
wary and desperate prey. Later the glare
down the pass told him that the Apaches
were CO king and their vigilance relaxing
They felt certain Of their prey and could wait,
and it was evident only few were left to
watch the trapped man. Then the big yellow
moon came up, flooding the valley and pass
with light, casting big shadows from tree and
bowlder. and Illuminating the space that sep
arated the trooper and the Apaches.
Once he saw an Apache fitting ghostlike
among the cedars to reach his flank; but
Frankiin's shot and the Indians yell dis
couraged further attempts. The rocks below
and back Of Franklin's position were buried
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cautioned to be constantly on the alert, for
the Apaches were prowling in the Sierras in
small bodies, watching like hawks for an op-
portunity to pounce on weak and careless
scouting parties.
The two soldiers were well armed, mounted
on hardy, tireless California horses, and were
inspired with that superb self-confidence and
fearlessness of danger that are characteristic
of American cavalrymen; and they rode out
of camp as gayly as knights ever gallcped to
joust, waving careless farewells to their
envious companions In arms.
All through the hot July day they rode over
the parched plain, keenly alert to the possible
dangers of the country, and toward evening
they saw the lone pine that marked the cool
and welcome pool among the rocks in the San
Bias pass. They rode cautiously up the mar
row trail, and carefully scanned the approaches
to the spring; but no living thing was astIr,
and there were no telltale marks in the trail
to indicate the presence OF evil and aggression
in the silent oasis.
But they had not seen the hawks of tho
hills. whose keen eyes had watched their ap-
proach for many a mile, and who were hiding
in the pass below for the hour to come when
they could pounce upon their unguarded foes.
dozen Apaches were in the rocks, patient,
tireless, and cruel, who reckoned upon the
savage pleasure of capturing their prey alive,
that they might Joy their pitiless souls in an
exquisite ingenuity of torture.
The soldiers rode boldly to the spring. into
which the whinnying horses thrust their
thirsty mouths and hot noses luxuriously.
The soldiers unsaddled and unbridled the
horses, and after spreading the moist saddle
blankets on the rocks to dry, they picketed
the animals where the scant grasses grew
thickest.
The habit of caution impelled them to climb
the trail to the pine before cooking their fru-
gal supper, to assure themselves that plain
and pass were free from danger. AS they
cambered up the hill the angry snorting Of
the orses made them turn and shrink behind
the rocks. Their hearts stood still, for the
philistines were upon them. The Apaches had
rushed from the shelter of the rocks to secure
the horses, to cut off any escape OF their
prey, and the. frightened animals had be-
trayed them, for, snorting and kicking, they
had broken their lariats and gone Gathering
down the trail to the plain below.
The two soldiers felt cold tremors run over
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TRUE AND TRIED RECEIPTS.

DRESSING FOR SALAD.-Beat two eggs.
white and yolks together. Take two table
spoonfuls of sugar, one half pint Of vinegar,
one teaspoonful of mustard, and mix
thoroughly; add one-half teaspoonful of salt,
a sprinkle OF pepper, and a tablespoonful of
butter. Put over the fire and heat to boiling
point. Then draw from the fire and stir in a
half coffee cup of new milk or cream. This
will keep in a tightly corked vessel for
month. 1t is a good dressing for lettuce and
also for salmon, shredded and mixed with
chopped lettuce. A row of lettuce leaves,
small ones. should trim the edge of fat
dish on which salmon salad is served
SctRoL-GIRLs' PLAIN CAKE.-Take 2 eggs,
beat whites and yolks separately. Mix the
yolks with l and Is cups of coffee sugar and
l heaping tablespoonful of butter; add a
coffee cup of sweet milk or water, IS tea
spoonful of powdered cinnamon, and the
whites of the eggs. Lastly, stir in 2 coffee
cups of sifted -four and heaping teaspoonful
of baking powder.
Fill between the layers with crabapple or
grape jelly and bake in three jelly tins in a
quick oven. II larger loaf cake is desired
double the recipe all the way through as to
ingredients.
My PoPovERs-When YOU have tried them
they will be yours rs well. Beat three eggs.
whites and yolks separately. very light. Take
one pint of new milk and add. Stir in one
half teaspoonful of salt and three tablespoons
ful of sifted flour.
While preparing the popovers have your
muffin rings or your cake griddle heating on
the stove until smoking hot. Half fill the
well-buttered rings with the batter and bake
ON the crate in the oven.
The hot griddle will insure well-done bot
tom crust, and the popovers will rise twice the
height of the rings and not spill a drop as a
''run over"
1t all depends upon having the batter thor
oughly mixed and hot oven. They should
be spongy and ligh. as n feather. They are
excellent for breakfast or company lunch
con, when ones friends happen in unan-
nounced.
GOLDFISH CAKEs-Are almost, if not quite
as good as fishballs, only the former are
one pound Of Goldfish twenty minutes chang
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dee- and prowling wolf were In evidence. a
rough path led up the hillside between the
rocks to where the tall pine kept its solitary
vigil. At the base of the pine. among the
moldering needles, lay skull. white from the
washing of rains and bleaching of the sun,
cracked as if with hatchet. and pierced with
a hole made by rifle ball. through which the
slanting sun sent beam of gold to light up
the CHASTITY interior. Beside the skull lay q
pile of bones, white and discolored and par
italy buried in dead needles and cones.
Closer scrutiny revealed fragments Of faded
blue cloth, a few tarnished brass buttons, and
a couple of rusty iron arrowheads. Farther
apart were the bones of a mans thighs and
ribs. half buried in debris. bearing the evi-
dences Of Dissertation by wolves and coyotes.
The CARPET of pine droppings stirred with the
boot revealed the copper shells Of rifle cart
ridges black almost with verdigris.
These were the mute records of an unrec-
corded tragedy, the relics of some untombed
hero; the evidences of crime the lonely
watcher on the hill had witnessed, and for
whose consummation the keen-nozed buz-
yards had waited, floating in the hot heavens
above the Sierras
Poor untenemented bones? Bleaching in
solitude and neglect, crumbling slowly to the
oblivion OF dust. they were the only mementos
OF the brave white-faeed trooper who died in
the desert for duty; died and had been for
gotten.
They were the monument that the dead
soldier had raised to himself in mute pro-
test against the cruelty of silence and bitter
ness OF neglect that had buried the valor Of
his deed and the glory of his death in this by
way of the desert.
In the hot July of 1873 half dozen troops
of cavalry were in the field operating against
Apaches in that little-known section of New
Mexico that lies between the Rio Grande and
Tulerosa. While X Troop of the Twelfth was
camped at spring in the country about mid
way between the Ojo Caliente and the
Tulerosa valley it became a military necessity
to send a dispatch north to Fort Wingate
Corp. Henry C. Franklin and Private John
Mcguire were selected to perform this hazard
GUS duty. They were experienced soldiers,
seasoned horsemen, excellent marksmen,
fairly familiar with the country, and accus-
toned to Indians and their methods. They
were directed to push forward to their desti-
nation with all possible speed, and were
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One Woman's Idea.


at is always interesting to me-" said a
middle-aged woman of wide experience, ''to
read up and study the why's and wherefores
of the various articles on the subject of mar
riage. 1t always sets me to wondering what
manner of people they must be who look no
further for their authority than the frivolous
gossip of the day. who never take the trouble
to 60 down into the heart of nature and the
impulses that govern humanity to find out
why things are. Now somebody comes for
ward and publishes statistics of marriage in
various cities. and bewails the fact that the
proportion is in some places much greater
than in others. Then they sigh and mourn
over it, and really fall to wondering what we
are coming to. Why don't these people stop
a moment and think that as long as there are
young hearts, moonlight nights. shady cor
ners. and lovers retreats, just SO long there
will be marriages. and plenty of them.
..There seems very little III the situation to
wall over. for marrying and giving in mar
riage is going on every day. and there is no
good reason to suppose that the end of this is
anywhere near. Courting is just as delicious
nowadays as it was hundred years ago.
carping critics to the contrary notwithstand-
ing.
1.-THE prospect OF q little home of their own
is just as alluring as it was when our fore
fathers trod the untried shores OF the new
world: and everything taken into considera-
ton, it is not more difficult to maintain
family now than it was then. There are
always foes to fight. contingencies TO provide
against, always chances for disappointments;
but in the main the sweet old story gets told
with quite as much sentiment as ever; the
good-byes are just as hard to say, and the
welcome Just as warm. 1t seems to me that
people might be great deal better employed
than in worrying over the decadence of mat
rimony. Every article OF this sort that is put
into print is read by some one whom it may
discourage or frighten, or fill with forebod-
ings. This sort of literature is bringing
about the very condition of affairs that it de-
plores, and, more's the pity, that those who
engage in it are unable to see the mischief
they are doing"
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multitudinous engagements, would find dim

cult to emulate.
The morning before she proposed appear
ing In full regalia she would take brisk
walk and return in time for midday dinner,
after which she remained quiet with her work
until about or o'clock, when she would re-
tire to her bed. take very hot ptisan to in
duce perspfration, and remain in bed (par-
taking Of some light refreshment at the tea
hour until it was time to dress for her ball.
Then she would get up, take a bath and make
the most OF her elaborate toilet. All the
household regarded these preparations in the
light of solem rites, and would never have
dreamed OF laughing at them or interfering
with them in any way. Her appearance was
a triumph, never failing to excite the greatest
admiration and adulation.
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BRECKENRIDGE AND DYOTT.

The Two Lady Washers Who Are Now Per.
haps RegretfuI of Their Conduct.
Col. Breckenridge would not introduce the
woman he had ruined into hiG own family.
He would never let her enter his house or
meet his wife, whom he was during all that
time wronging great deal more deeply. And
yet he did introduce her to another good
woman, Mrs. Blackburn, without apparent
scruple. This phase of the case cannot but be
peculiarly repellant to men who are more or
less truthful, and to women who try to believe
in men. We are told by Mr.. Breckinridge
himself, with countless shameless repeti tions,
that he did introduce his mistress to Mr. s..
Blackburn as a respectable woman: that he
did tell her Miss Pollard was dear friend of
his; that he did finally tell her that they were
to be married, and ask her to use her inilu-
ence in introducing her to her friends. We
are told with the same breath by the gallant
Kentuckian that Miss Pollard was not only
his mistress, but worse. the worst. Whether
we believe this or not, he wishes US to, and
he makes these two statements together.
Every day makes our opinion of Col. Breck-
inridge's character somewhat lower, and we
are beginning to wonder how much longer
the trial will last; and to surmise IL there are
any possibilities of depravity that he has not
encompassed, and We have not endured the
hearing Of.
One more point has been painfully evident
to every man who has attained his majority
who reads Col. Breckinridge's evidence. II
the girl was as he said, why should he have
been troubled about her? Why didn't he give
her $500 and tell her to go somewhere else?
How weak this fiction OF coercion is. What
woman OF the town ever coerced man?
Another shoe man is mixed up in curious
way with this ''AIarried- How Often; or, the
Shoe Mans Loves" mystery. Mr. Dyott has
been one of those frequent gilded creatures
on small salary who prey on our very easy
Washington society. As yet we are not told
that he has wrecked any Senatorial or Cab
met homes or even that few daughters of
western Congressman have sent him pulsat-
ing love letters. He has not been here quite
long enough for that, perhaps. 1t has been
done before so often by men of his class that
there cannot be any doubt that he could have
enjoyed such a career If he had wished.
Mr.. Dyott has been diligent, however II in
a somewhat less exalted sphere than that of
Shep White and the others. And this gilt and
guilt has cost money. Shoe firms pay good
salaries, perhaps. but salaries are never suffl-
cient for gilt and guilt. In this case Mr.
Dyott has not scrupled to use his firms
money and, in addition. he has received
various sums from certain women. The
newspapers say that one certain infatuated
able to corroborate, with the added informa-
ton that she received it from another shoe
man, a Seventh street merchant, one OF the
largest: also she has been receiving money
from him regularly and paying it over to
Dyott.-The Capital.
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present, and for some years to come for that

present, and for some years to come for that
matter.
By-and-by, when these children are grown
up and gone out into the world, some OF the
tired mothers OF to-day may take up other in
terests and become active in church work, !,
but all the same, they will ever look back
upon the time OF life when they were tired
mothers as their happiest days.
As one expressed it, the tired mother knows
where each one of her flock is at bedtime,
whether it is well or III with the child. That
is happiness!
In after years these are the things mothers
will yearningly, prayerfully. long to know,
and have only this thought for comfort: 81
tried to do my duty" AUNT EMILY.
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drum apd fight the battles Of the country
learn sooner or later that the glory Of an
achievement must not obscure its business
side, its debt and credit account with the

drum and fight the battles Of the country
learn sooner or later that the glory Of an
achievement must not obscure its business
side, its debt and credit account with the
auditor in Washington.
When Corp. Franklin and Private Ma
guire rode out into the desert they carried
with them certain government property borne
on the accounts Of Capt. Bancroft, to wit;
two troop horses, two saddles, two curb-bits,
brides, and reins, two pairs Of leather saddle
bags, two lariats, two picket pins, two nose
bags, two horse-blankets, two Sharp's car
bins, two Remington revolving pistols, and
other accouterments. These properties must
less priest Of red tape in Washington would
stop the captains pay until satisfaction was
given, and then the captains wife and babies
must suffer.
The death Of his men in action with Indians,
or their desertion, would cover the loss OF
property and take it OF Capt. Bancrofts ac-
counts. II the men were killed In action, the
place where the fight and death took place
must be duly reported, with such particulars
as to interment and so on as are customary In
the service. Poor captain! The bloodleeo
specter of Red Tape stands between your sense
of honor and your necessities. You cannot
believe that your two soldiers deserted; you
cannot prove that they fought and died. The
desert, like the sea, never gives up its dead.
It is so simple and easy to affirm that the men
deserted. The burden of proving to the con-
trary lies with them. The articles Of war de-
fine clearly the conditions that make a de-
serter, and these two men were absent from
the colors beyond the time laid down In the
regulations. Clearly they were deserters, and
as the government property went with them,
thieves. Deserters and thieves!
And so across the muster-rolls OF company
K, of the Twelfth cavalry, appeared the fnal
military record Of the men who had perished
in the desert-"Deserted in the field, en- route
from Camp Bancroft TO Fort Wingate." While
the whitening bones in the desert will attest
the valor and glory Of two dead and forgotten
heroes until they crumble to dust, the yellow
records in the temple Of Red Tape win tell to
some curious searcher Of the future that
Henry O. Franklin and John Mcguire were
deserters and thieves.
Is it not well that there b One who sees and
knows all9 torso passeth the glory Of ~
world,
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wearily down the mountain toward the val
ley that looked SO hazy and beautiful below.
Surely there must be water down there,
cool, blessed water to moisten his swollen
tongue and ease the pain Of his wounded
face, that throbbed like a pulse. The glaring,
staring hot sun beat down on him with fierce
intensity, and his hot eyes saw everything in
a haze. He rested at the foot of the mountain,
feeling in a vague way that he must pull him
self together. and then he started wearily
across the scorched and tortured plain where
the earth seemed to swim in the white glitter
of bitter alkali, whose hot dust burned into
his cracked. moistureless lips. Godi How
that sun did blaze and glare! Was there any
water in the world? any cool spot under these
copper skies?
Now Franklin began to speak aloud in q
strangely husky cracked voice as he stag
gered along over the blistered. plain, and his
head began tc grow light and his eyes TO see
things that were not, and the buzzards in the
air aloft followed him with awful instinct as
one doomed to add his contribution to the
bleaching bones of the desert.
Night came at last, and the worn-out, tor
tured creature dropped to the ground, to roll
and moan like wounded beast and to
dream dreams OF the cool springs and brooks
back in the hills of New England. The
prowling skulkers of the night came near and
shifted at him, only to fly at the sound OF his
strange husky meanings.
So the night went, and the relentless sun
rose up once more to torture man ard earth.
In dim way, like a man drugged, he seemed
to know he must push on, and he moved out
into the white heat OF the plain. staggering
weakly. and waving the gun he still clung to,
until his feet walked mechanically into a
beaten trail that his eyes did not see nor his
mind grasp On and on he staggered. grow
ing weaker and more indecisive, and then he
dropped in the hot plain with a faint signing
grasp and the world slipped away from him.
And when the SHOWS had whitened the
Sierras and had thrown the mantle Of their
white charity over plain and mesa, canon and
arroyo, they fell like a benediction upon the
pile of whitening bones that lay in the trail
In the Tulerosa valley, adding another mys-
terry to the desert and indicating that another
man had passed on in death to oblivion.
Republics are not ungrateful; they are busy.
Ours is q businesslike republic, run on busi-
ness principles, and they who follow the
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Low.Neckcd Dresses at Eighty.

Some years ago there was famous old
beauty IN one of the southern capitals who
not only wore deeollette ball dresses at
eighty, but actually possessed the lovely neck
and arms which they require. She was most
innocently vain, and no wonder. for she was
immensely fiattered, and her townspeople
valued her charms far above those OF her
younger and more beautiful rivals. Sbe had
a curious way Of preparing for ball, which
our modern fashionable women, with their
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From Browns TO Browns.

Wonderful country" exclaimed the Kan
sas man; why, when 1 moved out here it
was forty miles to Browns, my nearest neigh
bors."
''And how far is it TO Browns now?' put in
the eastern man.-Life.
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Go out with your children. You need a day
of, picnic and a change just as much, If not
more, than they do. True. the day you go
on an excursion with them you will come
home tired to pieces but it will do you
good. for it's another kind of tired!
Any change from your daily life is bound to
do you good.
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When the days are fine bundle up the little
ones and take them out for an hours walk
and an airing.
Children always consider it great treat to
be allowed to go somewhere with mother or
father.
And if you take them where they can see
the animals, as at the Zoo" or to the woods
for n family picnic, a great deal of useful
knowledge goes along with the good time.
A little treat ahead is a great stimulant to
good behavior with the little ones, and the
right kind of parents plan for reasonable
pleasures for their children, as they do for
their clothes and education