Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1902-03-06
THE STORY
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A VAIN
RESCUE
BY JOHN
CLARKE

IN a pleasant summer evening,
- some years since, the little VII
lage of Rosevale, in the western part
of Nebraska, was in it's regular week
ly condition of eager anticipation, and
most of it's population, old and young,
male and female, had collected at the
post office to await the arrival OF the
mail from the east, which was the
most a~nxiously looked for because it
came but once in seven days. The pos
tai officials had not yet learned the
trick of eXpediting mail routes.
The mail was carried on horseback,
the usual mode in those days, when
there were neither railroads nor
coaches to connect the remote settle
ment with those nearer to civilization.
When mails were light, one horse
suficed for the carrier and his charge,
but IN this case, Joe Stanton, who
was contractor as well as carrier for
the route, used two horses-one to
carry himself, and the other for the
mailbags--and he took pride in own
ing a pair of steeds as fleet, staunch
and w%ell-cared for as any in that
country, not only because he was a
great horseman, with a fine apprecia-
ton of good stock, but because the
route he travelled was constantly be-
set with more or less danger, and it
might at any time be necessary for
him to rely upon the swiftness OF his
gallant beasts for his own safety, as
well as that of the precious missives
intrusted to his care.
The various Indian tribes, which, in
their wanderings, occasionally crossed
his trail, had for some time protested
to be peaceable, but they were at al
most any moment sufficiently treach-
erous to murder and rob a man, or a
small party of whites, whenever they
could do so with safety, and, for a
short time past there had been grow
ing rumors that they would probably
engage in open hostilities as soon as
an alliance of all the principal tribes
could be effected. This danger, though
still regarded by the settlers as rather
remote, caused them to exercise I'M
usual vigilance, and rendered Joe
Stanton more wary and watchfu]
while on the road.
Joe was at this time a young man
of rs, more or less, of fine appearance
and great strength and agility. He
was born and raised in a New England
state, had received a liberal educa'
ton, and, having little beyond his
own resources to depend upon fol
success in life, had gone west to push
his fortune in whatever path might
open most promisingly before him
His first stopping-place was in the
southern part of Indiana, where he
engaged in school-teaching, and fell
hopelessly in love with II of hi
scholars, Mile Stacey by name, o TO
bust beauty, with much natura
shrewdness, but little or no refine
ment. AS his passion was returned
with the proper degree of ardor, Joe
like all young lovers, was more or les
oblivious of the faults and shortcom
ings of his inamorata, and, when they
were sometimes a little rudely thrus
upon his attention, consoled himsel
with the reflection that he would il
time be able to eradicate them.
The course of true love ran smooth
ly enough; the fair ones parents ia
vored Joe's suit, and smiled approx
ingly upon the young peoples en-
gagement; and, when the old folk
decided to remove to the far west
it was agreed that Joe should accom-
pany them, and that the marriag,
should take place as soon as h
should establish a home of his own.
They set out to perform the jour
ney in wagons, Joe doing a share Q
camp duty; and, besides having pro
vided himself with a saddle horse an
a good rife, he spent some time il
hunting by the way, and thus adde'
considerably to the quantity and va
riety of the party's provisions. II
: soon became an expert and enthu
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an entire day in pursuit of antelope
deer, and, occasionally, buffalo
which, however, vas not O favorit
Wand when anything more tender an
toothsome was to be had.
He had gone out Il day, whe.
the party had reached a point on thei
journey neal the site now occupied b
R~osevale, and, returning in the even
ing to the spot where he suppose
the camp should be, failed to find il
Turning backward on the road, he a
length came upon the smoulderin
ruins Of the teams and the mangle
bodies Of the entire family, excer
Mile, his darling, of whom he coul
not find the slightest trace. She ha
evidently been carried off by the sa,
age marauders, with the horses an