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eALLows TO END WILD LIFE
Clifton Branham, Farmer, Trapper,
Preacher and Twice Murderer.

1ICdCACI dA0 L wASS LII SASA'
A special dispatch to the Baltimore Sun
from Roanoke, Va, yesterday says: With
the execution of the sentence of death on
September % Of Clifton Branham re-
markable career will end. He has just been
tried and convicted in the Wise county
court on a charge Of numbering his wife.
Branham is only forty years old, but in
that time he has been farmer, trapper,
a woodsman, a preacher and twice muir
derer. He was sentenced at one time to
serve ninetynine years for murder in Ken
lucky but was pardoned by Governor
Beckham. About twenty years ago Bran
ham shot and killed Long Henry Van
over in Letcher county, KY. for trivial
offense. He was tried and got the limit
sentence in the penitentiary. He served a
dozen years and professed repentance and
began evangelstic work inside the prison.
He had Influential friends. who took an in
terest in him. and Governor Beckham par
doned him conditionally.
Returning to his home in Wise county
Va, Branham found that one of his daugh-
tiers had welded David Fleming. and al
most the first thing that happened was a
row between the two men. Branham pulled
a gun and shot a lock of hair from the head
of Fleming, when Mrs. Branham, who had
become blind since her husband had been
in the Kentucky penitentfary, interceded
for her son-in-law. Branham turned around
and fired at his wife and Mrs Branham
sank to the ground. dying in few minutes
Branham escaped to Kentucky and made
his way to the home of his brother near
Lexington. He was arrested and brought
back to stand trial, with the result as told
The convicted murderer is physically a
fine specimen of manhood. While in Jail
in Dickinson county, Ky, he collected all
the straw mattresses in the jail, placed
them in his room, called the jailer showed
him a box of matches and declared If he
was not released he proposed to set fire to
the Jail and burn it down. The jailer told
him to go ahead, but Branham considered
the matter and the Jail is still standing
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the flag itself and no sentry would more
than think of stopping her. Just what fate
had befallen her no one dare suggest The
one thing, the only one that reused ves-
tige of hope was that Lieutenant Blakely
had gone alone on what was thought to be
her trail.
Now here was n curious condition of
things. If any one had been asked to name
the most popular officer at Sandy, there
would have been end of discussion
Perhaps the choice would have lain be-
tween Sanders. Cutler and old Westervelt-
good and genial men. Asked to name the
least popular officer. and, though men. and
women too, would have shrunk from say
ing It. the name that would have occurred
to almost an was that of B1akeiy And
why? Simply because he stood alone. self
poised, self-reliant, said his few friends;
'self-centered and selfish" said more than
Mrs. Bridger. whereas more generous man
had never served at Sandy. That however,
they had yet to learn. But when man
goes his way in the world, meddling with
no ones business, and never mentioning
his own. courteous and civil, but never in
innate, studying good deal, but saving
little. asking no favors and granting few,
perhaps because seldom asked the chances
are he will win the name of being cold.
Indifferent, even repellant, too high.
mighty. and superior His very virtues
become a fault. for men and women love
best those who are human like themselves,
however they may respect. Among the
troopers BIakely was as yet something of
an enigma. Ills MARINER ol speaking 10
them was unlike that of most his fellows
1T was grave. courteous, dignified, never
petulant or irritable In those old cavalry
days most men better fancied something
more demonstrative. IT like to see an Of
ficer flare up and-say things" said vet
eran sergeant. This here bug-catcher is
too d cold-blooded" They respected
him. yes: yet they little understood and
less loved him. They had known him too
short time.
But among the Indians Blakely was a
demi-god. Grave, unruffled. scrupulously
exact IN word and deed, he made them
trust him. Brave. calm. quick In mo-
mants of peril. he made them admire him.
How fearlessfy he had stepped into the
midst Of that half-frenzied sextet. tiswin
drunk and disarmed Kwonagietah and
two Of his fellow-revelers! How instant
had been his punishment of that raging.
rampant, mutinous old medicine man.
the agency! Chat episode only long years
after reached the ears of the Indian Adj
vancement Association in the imaginative
east.) How gently and skfllfuf1y he had
ministered to Shield 8 younger brother, and
to the children OF old Chief Toyahi It
was this. In fact, that won the hate and
envy Of 'Skfminzfn. How lavish was
Blakelys bounty to the aged and to the
nttle ones. and Indians love their children
Intimately! The hatred or distrust of In
dian man or woman. 0nca incurred. n
venom0us ana lasting. The trust. above
all the gratitude. of tha Wild race once
fairly won. II to the full AZ stable. Moth
ing viii shake It There are those who
say the love OF an Indian girl, once given,
surpasses that Of her Circaasian sister. and
. ~
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and, children-I shall hunt them anyhow
unth they surrender her unframed"
But the Apaches were used to being
hunted, and some of them really liked the
game. 1t was full of exhiIaration and ex-
element. and not few chances to hunt
and hit back. The threat conveyed no
terror to the reneGades. 1t was to the In
dams at the reservation that the tidings
brought dismay. yet even there, SO sala
young Bridger. leaders and followers swore
they had no idea where the white maiden
could be. much less the young chief. They,
the peaceable and the poor servants OF the
great father at Washington, had no deal
ings with these others his foes.
About the post. where gloom and dread
unspeakable prevailed there was no longer
the fear of possible attack. The Indian prls-
truculent defiant manner and become
again sullen and apathetic. The DOWN
stream settlers had returned to their
ranches and reported things undisturbed
Even the horse that had been missing and
charged to Downs had been accounted TOT
They found him grazing placfdly about the
old pasture, with the rope halter trailing,
Indian knotted. from his neck. and his gray
hide still showing stain of blood about
the name and withsfs.. slfhey wondered
was it ON this old stager the Apaches had
borne the wounded girl 10 the garrison
she who still lay under the roof OF Mother
Shaughnessy timidl yzdxistted at times by
big-eyed. shy little Indian maids from the
Sudsville could understand and few that
even Wales Arnold could interpret. All
they would or could Tdivufse was that she
was the daughter ofaloldI Eskiminztn, who
was out In the moustaiHs, and that she
pointed poa esen eassWars B. whem and under
what circumstance they awore they knew
or of how she changed to have the scarf
once worn by the French woman Elise.
Then Arnold's wife and brood had gone
back to their home UP the Beaver. while he
himself returned to the search for. Angela
and for Blakely. But those four Gays hao
passed without word OF hope. In little
squads a dozen parties were securing the
rugged canons and cliffs for signs. and find
ing nothing. Hours each day Plume would
come to the watchers on the BLUM to ask II
no courier had been sighted. Hours each
night the sentries strained their eyes for
signal fires. Graham shaving with his sick
and wounded, saw how haggard and worn
the commander was growing. and spoke a
werd of caution. Something told him 1t
was not all on account of those woefm con-
ditions at the front. From several sources
came the word that Mrs. Plume WAS in a
state bordering on hysteric at department
headquarters. where lsympathetfc women
streve vainly to comfort and so0the her. 1t
was then that Elise became a center OF IN
terest. for Elise was swapping with electric
force and energy. TT 10 that they VIII as
sassfnate madame - these mOnsetrs, she
declared TT Is Imperative. it Is OF absolute
need. that madame be taken to the sea. and
these wretches unfeelingfy. they forbid her
to depart" Madame herself. It would seem.
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lame he might be. but refreshed and
strengthened by abundant barley, he was
a better weight-carrier than the other. and
Blakely had weight Saddle your horse,
Horn. said he. and fasten on those sad
die bags of mine
But lieutenant ventured Arnold, you
are in no shape to ride anything but that
litter. Whatever you think of doing, let
me do"
What 1 am thinking of doing nobody
else can do said Blakely. What you
can do is, keep these two letters til call
for them. If at the end of a week I fail
to call. deliver them as addressed and to
nobody else Now, before dark I must
reach that point yonder." and he indicated
the spot where in the blaze of the wester
ing sun a mass of rock lowered high above
the fringing pine and mournful shadows
at Its base. glistening landmark above
the general gloom at the lower level and
at that hour of the afternoon. Now" he
added quietly, you can help me into sad
die.
But for God sake. lieutenant, let some
of us ride with YOU" pleaded Arnold. IF
Col Byrne was here he'd never let you
CO.
Colonel Byrne is not here, and 1 COM
mand l believe" was the brief uncom-
promising answer. And no man rides with
me because. with another man. I'd never
find what I'm IN search Of" For a moment
he bent over Wren. world of wordless
care. dread and yet determination in his
pale face. Arnold saw his wearfed eyes
SiooS d iiouieut. MS move as though in
petition. then he suddenly turned Let me
have that ribbon" said he bluntly and
without a word Arnold surrendered it, Stone
| held the reluctant horse. Arnold helped the
| wounded soldier into the saddle. Don't
worry about me-any of YOU" said Blake
ly. In brief farewell Good might" and
with that he rode away
Arnold and the men stood gazing after
him. Grit clean through" said the ranch
man. through his set teeth, for light was
dawning on him. he pondered over
Blakely's words May the Lord grant /
don't have to deliver theser' Then he look
ed at the superscrfpttons. One letter was
addressed to Captain. or Miss Janet, Wren
| the other to Mrs. Plume.
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CHAPTER XXI-Continued.

Meanwhile the sun had dropped behind
the westward heights; the night would soon
be coming down. chill and overcast. Ryrne
was still away. but he couldn't miss the
tank. said one of the troopers who had rid
den with him. Twice during the morning
they had all met there and then son. forth
again, earching-searching. Pun,h's little
hoof-tracks, cutting through a sandy bit
in the northward ravine. had drawn then
all that way, but nothing further had been
found His horse. too, said the orderly AS
lame and failing, he had been i,.,,en to
wait by the water and watch for ,.n,riers
either from the front or out from: the post
Byrne was one of those never-giy. .uo Inc,
and they all knew him.
Barley was served out to the animals a
little fire lighted lookouts were stationed,
and presently their soldier supper was
ready and still Blakely said nothing He
had written three notes letters, one of
which seemed to give him no little trouble,
for one after another he thrust two leaves
into the fire and started afreSh. At length
they were ready. and he signaled to Ar
mold. You count. l think. on Ora
hams getting here within a few hours. I"
said he. Meantime you're as good a sur
geon ! need Help me with this
sling" And still they did not fathom his
purpose He was deathly pale. and his
eyes were eloquent of dread unSpeakable.
out ne seemed 10 have forgotten pain. fever
and prostratiou. Arnold. in the silent ad-
miration OF the frontier. united the support,
unloosed the bandages and together they
redressed the ugly wound. Then present
ly the bugologist stood feebly upon his
feet and looked about him 1t was grow
ing darker. and not another sound had
come from Byrne.
Start one Of your men into Sandy at
once said Blakely, to the sergeant and
handed him a letter addressed to Major
Plume He will probably meet the doc
tor before reaching the Beaver These two
III tell you what to do with later. Now.
who has the best horse?'
Arnold stared. Sergeant Stone quickly
turned and saluted The lieutenant Il
not thinking Of mounting 1 hope" said
he
Blakely did not even answer He was
studying the orderly's bay. Stfn and little
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by Lieutenant Blakely had run their course
The fifth was ushered in. and from the mo-
ment he rode away from the bivouac at the
tanks no word had come from the bugolo-
gist. no further trace of Angela In all its
history the garrison had known no gloom
like this The hospital was filed with
VIC unded. An extra surgeon and attend
ants had come down from Prescott but
Graham was sturdily in charge. OF his
several patients Wren probably was now
ca Using him the sorest anxiety for the
captain had been grievoasly wounded and
was pitably weak. Now. when aroused at
times from the lassitude and despond in
which he lay. Wren would persist in ask
ing for Angela and. not daring to tell him
the truth. Janet. Calvinist that she was to
the very core. had to do fearful violence to
he: feelings and lie. BY the advice of blum
old Byrne and the active connivance of the
post commander, they had actually, these
stern Scotch PresbytertanS. settled this
as the deception to be practiced-that An
geIa had been dropping SO sadly from anx-
Iety and dread she had been taken quite
ill, and DR.. Graham had declared she must
be sent up to Prescott, some equally
high mountain resort, there to rest and re-
cuperate. She was in good hands. said these
arch conspirators. She might be coming
home any day AS for the troop and the
campaign, he mustn't talk or worry or
think about them
The general, with his big field columns.
had had no personal contact with the In
dams. They had scattered before him into
the wild country toward the great Colorado
where Stout, with his hickory-buil foot
men, and Brewster, with most Of Wren's
troop were stirring UP Apaches night and
day. while Sanders and others were stead
lily driving on toward the old Wingate road
Stout had found Brewster beleaguered. but
safe and sound, with no more men SiHed
and a few seriously wounded. They mad
communicated with Sanders side scouts.
and were finding and following fresh trails
with every day, when Stout was surprised
to receive orders to drop pursuit and start
with Brewster's fellows and to scout the
west face of the mountains from the Beav-
er to the heights opposite the old INDIAN
reservation. There was a stirring scene at
bivouae when that order came, and with 1t
the explanation that Angela Wren had van
ished and was probably captured: that
Blakely had followed and was probably
killed. They might shoot Blakely In fair
fight" said Stout who knew him and knew
the veneration that lived for him IN the
hearts Of the Indian leaders. but they at
least would never butcher him In cold
blood. Their unrestrained young men
might do It," Stout's awful dread. like that
of every man and woman at Sandy, and
every soldier in the field. was for Angela.
The news. too. had been rushed to the gen.
eraI, and his orders were Instant. Find
the chiefs in the field" said he to his in
terpreter and guide. Find Shields people,
and say that If hair Of her head is injured
shall hunt them down. braves. women
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Br1dger now was learning new stories of
the bugologist with every day of his prog
ress in Apache lore. He had even dared
to bid his impulsive little wife go slow"
should she ever again be tempted to say
spiteful things of Blakely. IF what old
Toyah tells me is true" said he, land be-
there isn't a decent Indian in this part
of Arizona that wouldn't give his own
scalp to save Blakely." Mrs Bridger did
not tell this at the time for she had said
TOO much the other way: but. on this fifth
day of our hero's absence there came It'd
1ngs that unloOSed her lips
Just at sunset an Indian runner rode in
on one OF Arnold's horses and bearing a
dispatch for Major Plume. It was from
that sturdy campaigner. Captain Stout,
VINO knew every mile of the old trail
through Sunset Pass long years before even
the til Cavalry-the predecessors of
Plume and Wren and Sanders-and what
STOUT said no man along the Sandy ever
bade him swear to-
Surprised small band Tontos ,+ d.ur
today. They had saddle blanket marked
w A wales Arnold). and hat and un
dercioth1ng marked Downs. Indian boy
prisoner says Downs was caught just after
the Dig burning at Camp Sandy dieuten-
ant Blakely's quarters). He saws that
Alchisay, Blakely's boy courier, was with
them two days before. and told him Apache
that white chiefs daughter was over in
the Red Rocks Sanders with three
troops. is east of and searching that
way now. InlS boy says AlchiSay knew
that Natzie and Lola had been hiding not
far from Willow Tank on the Beaver trail
our route-but had fled from there same
time Angela disappeared Against her
own people Matte would protect Blakely
even were they demanding his life in turn
for her Indian lover, Shields. K these
girls can be tracked and found l believe
you will have found Blakely and will find
Angela
That night after being fed and comfort
ed until even an Indian could eat no more.
the messenger. young Apache Mohave
wanted papel to go to the agency. but
Plume had other plans. Take him down
to Shaughnessys," said he to Truman.
land see If he knows that girl" So take
him they did. and at sight of his swarthy
face the girl had given a low cry of sud
den eager joy; then. as though reading
warning in his glance, turned her face
away and would not talk. 1t was tho
play of almost every Apache to under
stand no English whatever. yet Truman
could have sworn she understood when he
asked her If she could guess where An
shaken his head and declared he knew
happen in a moment later coming down
with Mrs. Sanders to see how the strange
patient was progressing They stood In 81
lence a moment, listening to Humans muir
INJURED words. Then Mrs. Bridger suddenly
spoke. ASK her II she knows Natzies
cave" said she. ''Natxie's cave" she re-
peated, with emphasis. and the Indian girl
guilelessly shook her head. and then turn
Cd and covered her face with her hands.
Gro be continued tomorrowl
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Miss de Crys Makes Statement.

dispatch from Milledgeville, Ga, yes
terday says: In the investigation begun
at the state prison farm here today by the
state prison commission of charges against
Warden Allagood of excessive cruelty to-
ward Miss Mamie De Crys, a white prfs-
oner, she declared that she was whipped
last June. not because she was insolent to
the wardens wife, butt because she had
Indignantly repealed improper proposals
made to her by the warden himself.
She was whipped SO severely, she de-
clared that she bore the marks for some
weeks, and afterward was compelled to
work in the fields for two weeks. The
taking of evidence has not been completed.
but while Warden llagood admits infiict-
ing the punishment he declares 1T was not
excessive and was necessary to preserve
prison discipline.
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CANDIDATES IN A FOOT RACE.
Six Friends to Have Novel Contest to
Decide Nomination.

Richmond, Va, yesterday says: Six aspi-
rants for the Office of5constable in Fairfield
district, Henrico county. will run a foot
race for half mile tomorrow might to de-
termine which shall be the democratic can
didate for the office.
The men are all friends, and to avoid Bit
terness, which might result from canvass
for votes, they have decided upon this
novel way of settling the matter. The
candidates are T. H. Franklin, Samuel
Brothers, E. ]. Ness. r. H. Hobson. A. T..
Crabbins and John Camp. A great crowd
will gather to see the race and cheer the
contestants to their best efforts.
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DANGER.

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LAKE STEAMER IN PERIL.
Passengers in Panic, Fearing Explo-
sion of Boilers,

A dispatch from Chicago yesterday says:
One hundred and fifty passengers on the
steamer Alice Stafford, which left this city
for Grand Haven. Mich. Monday evening.
had a most exciting experience on Lake
Michigan About midnight the vessel en-
countered violent Storm and while 1t was
at it's height the safety valves gave out.
and there was imminent danger that the
boat would be blown up.
The passengers were in a panic, rushing
about the deck in their night clothing, and
the officers had great difficulty in control
ling them The stokers abandoned their
posts and refused to return and rake the
fires declaring that the boilers might ex-
plode any minute.
Robert Manners, the assistant engineer,
finally extinguished the fires. and then, for
twelve hours. the helpless vessel rolled in
the trough of the sea, while the crew
burned blankets soaked in kerosene to at
tract passing vessels. At noon today the
Stafford sighted by the steamer H. w.
Williams and towed into ST. Joseph, Mich.
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person any moneys Of the District of Co
lumbia by virtue of. or under. any claim
that may be made for such payment. In
pursuance of the acts of Congress men,
toned; to enjoin the defendants from car
rying into effect the acts complained of and
to declare the acts null and void for want
of constitutional authority.
Mr.. Millard is not represented by counsel,
he appearing in court lin proper person.
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from the James river aboard, came Into
port yesterday afternoon for H. L. Biscoe.
The two-masted schooner Julia Is lying
at the wharf at Fort Washington. Md. un-
loading a cargo Of hard coal from Phfla-
delphia. Other vessels laden with coal are
to arrive at the Fort Washington and Fort
Hunt wharves within the next six weeks
The schooner Ella Rickiand was among
the arrivals yesterday evening with big
cargo of lumber for the local dealers
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Jockey Blake Injured.

In the second race at Fort Erie yester-
day My Alice stumbled as the barrier was
released and threw Jockey Blake over her
head The boys foot caught in the bride
rein and he was dragged some distance be-
fore he was rescued. His collar bone was
broken and he was much bruised
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William Blade, an errand boy, fell seven
teen stories down the elevator shaft of the
Century building in New York and was
instantly killed.
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ZEMA=CURA

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Sandy again. Four of the days stipulated
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''C0uldm't Sleep From
the Terrible ItcG1img.''


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, 1903-04-23

Monday evening, as the children
were coming home from school,
Alvin Harden was wrestling with
one of the boys near the Saratoga
Lumber & Supply Co.'S yards,
when he fell, the other boy rolling
over onto him, and some way in
the fall the left ley was broken
below the knee aud the left ankle
thrown out of joint.
The boys took Alvin home aud
medical aid was called in and the
injured limb attended to, and he
is resting as easy as possible I'M
der the circumstances. Alvin is
10 years old and the fall must
have been a severe one to injur the
leg in the manner it was hurt.