The age-herald., 1902-01-26

Fort Sill, Okla, January 12.-Lola, the Red Rose of the Forest, daughter of old Geronimo, the bloodthirsty warrior and lately made a United States citizen, is to marry one of the pale faces against whom her father fought so long and fiercely. She won the love of the man who is to make her his bride through fearless devotion. She saved his life at the risk of her own, and in a most re- markab1e manner.
 Miss Lola Is to marry Houston A. Ward, one of the richest young men in South ern Texas. Their marriage will be the continuation of a singularly strange TO- nance, one scene of which Is blood curdling and striking enough to form the basis of an old time melodrama. It was while flying for his life from a prai- rie fire and a herd of stampeded steers that the intense love of the girl was first revealed, and this tender romance of the plains began.
 Houston A. Ward, who Is certainly eager to become the son-in-law of the most notorious Apache Indian chief that ever shed the blood of his enemy on the Arizona border, Is the son of old Shanghi Ward, Q well known bronco owner of the Rio Grande country. The old man died a few years ago, leaving his son an in
 
 nowise played havoc with his legacy. As a matter of fact he has made it bring in bounteous returns. He has spent most of his time between Texas and Illinois, being educated in Chicago and Blooming ton. The summers he has spent on his fathers ranch In the Rio Grande country, the wint CTS at school. Finally he won a graduating deploma at Champaign, Ill. He has made a special study of the problem of irrigation, now interesting Congress, and he has concerned himself not a little with the irrigation schemes in Western Texas and Arizona
 Last summer the grass was dry and parched on his fathers ranch, and the young man shipped a bunch of steers to the Indian Territory for pasturage. They were turned loose on the Kiowa and Apache reservations near the old fort. Lola was then attending to the household duties of her famous fathers tepee, which is situated on high mound just south of the fort grounds. It was Here that the young rancher met the young girl whom he is soon going to make his wife.
 The young Texan frequently found himself in the company of this duslsy pretty belle of the Southwest. Often he danced with her; often he rode with her
 
 the wild dances of her people, and in turn she did the honors at the COW boy dances given at his summer shack.
 A few weeks ago young Ward was out riding over the plains on a search for some COW punchers, Feeling tired out he jumped off his mount anl lay down in the tall gras for a rest He fell fast asleep and his pony wandered off to mingle with the herd of broncoes belong ing to the punchers. The grass was tall, dead and dry.
 Somewhere about some one had care less dropped a lighted match in the grass. In second there spread sething sea of flames chasing across the plains to where the sleeper lay. A breeze famed 1t furfously. There were about 500 long horned Texas steers in the herd then grazing peacefully. They sniffed the smell of smoke dilated their nostreis. tossed their heads and snorted. The leader sniffed the air once again and was or. One who has never seen a stampede or steers can never realize the instant danger to any beast or human being that happens to come within their path An incoming herd scared to death might be stopped by Gattling gun. Nothing else could withstand the impetus. The herd started in the direction of the sleeper. Even If he had been awake, with no pony near at hand. his fate would have been almost certain, but he slept on.
 Lola, 'the red rose of the forest. {" mounted on one of her fathers fieetest ponies, was even then riding out to meet her lover as was her custom on sunny afternoons She saw the prairie fire, the wild believing cattle and the stampede that was well on. Somehow, as if by in stinct, she scented danger to her lover. Perhaps it was the sight of saddled bronco in the herd of ponies that aroused her alarm. Like the lightning she swept toward the tree where they were to have met. The pony and she reached the spot when Ward, just beginning to be conscious of the noise, found form bending over him, a hand clutching his head, and he was whisked on to a pony by the daught- CT of Geronimo.
 But just as the animal started forward