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The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1916-07-07
Is Henry R0Sen
Dead or Alive?

Considerable mystery surrounds
the disappearance of Henry Ros-
en-, a Jewish merchant who opened
a small dry goods store in Idaho
Springs a few months ago, and
who left for Denver Sunday, June
24, and has not since been heard
from.
Mr. Rosen was in poor health
and badly discouraged. He had
told Mrs. Martin Miller that he
believed he had better take chloro.
form but did not wish his wife and
children to see him dead. He la
mented over the fact that his for
mer wealth was nearly all gone
and now he must spend what had
been saved for his family.
In Admission. Ala, Mr.. Rosen
did an extensive dry goods busi-
ness. A serious throat trouble
came over him and prevented his
proper attention to business. Re-
verses came. Alabama doctors ad-
vised his removal to Colorado, and
for one year he has been fighting
the progress of the affliction with
no results. Denver doctors sent
him to Idaho Springs. He at
tempted to again engage in
business but grew worse instead
of better and it is now feared that
he has died in Denver under an
assumed name or has deserted his
wife and three small children who
are distracted.
Mrs. Rosen left for Denver last
week in search Of her husband in
the Denver hospitals, but to no
avail.
Henry Rosen is 80 years old,
five feet tall and weighs only l15
lbs. He carries several scars on
his face, has two upper gold teeth,
wore blue coat with white stripes,
brown trousers, gray socks, brown
cap, button slippers and carried
rain coat. He carried an account
with the Broadway Bank, Denver,
and is said to have had a $1,000
balance. He recently offered Mrs.
Rosen $500 if she and the children
would return to Alabama and al
low him to fight his battle for
health alone. Mrs. Rosen refused.
He carried $4,000 life insurance.
1t is presumed by Mrs. Rosen that
he would use some assumed name
on entering a Denver hospital, so
keenly was be feeling the humilia-
ton Of the fall of H. Rosen, the
one time prosperous business man
of Admission, Ala.
On her return home from Den
yer last week Mrs. Rosen suffered
badly sprained ankle in stepping
to the coach when a transfer of
passengers was made at Elk river.
Her condition has since been
almost helpless and together with
the worry over her husbands sad
plight makes her almost distracted.
The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1916-07-07

Samuel Marchington is now con-
ducting the business of the City
Garage since A. l. Bean has re-
tired. Mr.. Marchington is attend
ing the sale of gasoline and oils
and the storage of autos, but the
repair work is sent elsewhere.
The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1916-07-07

The front of the First National
bank and the Siftings office was
frightened up this week by a new
coat of paint, put on by the white
lead artists. Kane and Petersen.
The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1916-07-07

Mr.. and Mrs. J.J. Sherwin ex-
pect to leave Saturday for trip
through Yellowstone National
park. They will be accompanied
by Mr.. and Mrs. Lafayette Han
chett of Salt Lake City.
The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1916-07-07

l.. L. Cassatt took in the George
town festivities and came home re-
porting a most enjoyable time.
The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1916-07-07

The only way that L can con-
vince you that my prices are right
and my goods are worth the mon
ey, is for YOU to come in, look
through my stock and get prices.
For cash only. The Gem SC lOc
and 25c Store. A. THAMES.
The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1916-07-07

Mrs. w. T. Chappell is enter
tanning her sister, Mrs, Stone, and
her son and daughter, of Saginaw,
Michigan.
The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1916-07-07

Joe Williams writes from Min
eral Point, Wis, that he is feeling
much better than when he left
here, but the weather is extremely
not.
The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1916-07-07

Mrs. Judge T. M. Roberts and
daughter are here from Nez Perce,
Idaho, on a summer visit with
the home folks.
The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1916-07-07

The new lighting system in the
business section of the city brings
forth many favorable co mments.
The city is now paying according
to the new contract with the Unit
ed-Hydro company, beginning
july I.
The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1916-07-07

Major Anderson, the champion
booster of Dumont, was in the city
Thursday. He is making prepa-
rations to resume work on his Old
Glory group of mines on Mill
creek and expects to soon be in
the auto class.
The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1916-07-07

AS a result of steady increase
in business Hal Clary will add a
third chair to lis Sanitary barber
shop A new man from Denver by
the name of Bruhn has arrived to
hold down the third chair. Mr..
Bucher who has been here for
some time, will continue with Mr..
Ciary.
The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1916-07-07

The Presbyterian Sunday school
is planning to have an ice cream
social in the city park Saturday.
July 18th. Keep this in mind and
remember you are invited.
The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1916-07-07

Mrs, 7. ]. Sherwin and Grange
were shoppers in Denver Thurs
day.
The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1916-07-07

Some nice good reading for the
girls and boys. Only 15c the vol
ume. The Gem SC, 1Oc and 25c
store. A. THAMES, Prop.
The Tomahawk., 1916-12-07
CHAPTER II.
The Acting Agent.

Within q few minutes the party had
neared the top of the ridge. The
thoroughbred mare came trotting up
from the hollow on the other side. At
sight of them her rider brought her to
q stand. The older man spurred his
pony up the round Of the summit. "By
Gar, that wasn't no bad play you made,
partner" he called. '"Taking the butte
gave you the drop on EN-"
The man whose strategy had routed
the Indians did not RELY. The girl
looked up at him with confident ex-
pectancy in her sparkling eyes. He did
not move. The expression Of his harsh
textures was severe, but there was
flush under the tropical tan on his
cheeks.
She hesitated, her rich color deepen
ing. Then her pique gave way to
more generous impulse. She drew the
gauntlet glove from her right hand.
Under his cold gaze her eyes again
hardened with offended pride, and
again they softened and glowed with
frank appreciation.
"Can you forgive me!" she asked.
He bowed formally. eff you think
there is anything to be forgiven"
"You know there is. wish to apollo
gize."
She stood up in the blackboard and
neld out her hand to him. 1t was very
white and shapely. He bowed over 1t
with grave courtesy, as he took it IN
his nervous clasp.
"You have no need to apologize,
Miss -"
'Dupont-Marie Dupont"
"None whatever, Miss Dupont" he
went On. II should have explained my
intentions"
"Why didn't you make for the butte
first thing, instead of crossing the cou-
lee?" broke in the blond young man.
81 did not wish to shoot until l I'M
derstood the cause of the trouble. There
was also the chance that they would
cease firing when rode towards Them
"That was nervy Of YOU" remarked
The Tomahawk., 1916-12-07

please you, Tll-what do you say2-
I'll call it quits" Shaking a gush OF
water out over the spout, he lifted the
canteen IN gallant salute and carried it
to his lips.
Better hurry with them ponies, Ma
rie," called her father.
She did not wait for the canteen, but
walked swiftly up the gulley to the
FESTIVE ponies. AS she led the two
saddle horses around to the rear Of
the blackboard, the young man called
up to her: "Shorten my stirrups. That
pinto is the best runner in the bunch"
"Can you make it bareback" she
asked.
"He can hold on to the harness."
said her father. '"Tie the tugs so they
won't drag"
Eyes, I guess I can hold on. I'll try
the calico mare"
"Any sign on the butte?" she in
quired, her supple gloved fingers deftly
freeing the harnessed ponies from the
blackboard.
Nothing yet," answered the young
man. "I'm expecting bullet soon."
"This amt no joke, Mr.. Van," COM
planned the other man. He glowered at
the butte. Suddenly his trained eyes
caught sight of an object moving up
the steep slope of a crag. He clapped
his rifle to his shoulder, sighted it,
paused-and lowered the weapon, with
an astonished oath.
"Pere!" cried the girl. 'What is
it?"
"Wait! !" he replied. IF it is-by Gar,
if it is! Git ready, Mr.. Van. Only
don't shoot unless they rush u.s."
The report Of rifle came down from
the butte crest. The young man low
cred his rifle and peered over the
edge Of the gulley. At the same moment
a whirl of yelling horsemen swept
down the coulee bank opposite the
butte, and went flying away up the val
ley in wild race for the nearest grove
of cottOnwoods.
From the butte several shots cracked
in rapid succession. The fugitive In
dams yelled at their ponies in a frenzy
Of urgency, and dug their heels into
the TANKS of the straining beasts at
every jump. The rifleman on the butte
was firing towards them, not towards
the party in the gulley.
= 'TIold on, MarieI" said her father,
jumping down the bank to her. "We'll
hitch up again, and cross over to meet
him."
"Who?" asked the girl.
She had been too intent on her task
to see what was happening.
"The man who ran away" he an
swered. "The Jokes on you Mr.. Van"
"How?'
Her father grinned as he bent to re-
fasten tug. ''You took him for quit
ter. He had the nerve to run their fire
ag'in-and you thought he was heading
back for the railroad"
The girl flushed. Hes not the man
on the butter"
"Yep. Jumped the whole bunch, first
shot. We better hustle. It'll look good
for us to cross over to meet him."
"Marie says he's an army officer"
added the young man. ut will be as
well to get the ore off the reservation.
There's no telling what he has come
for"
The Tomahawk., 1916-12-07
"Officer?" he repeated.

"Oficer?" he repeated. "You don't
mean to say"
"Yes," she asserted. "He's an army
officer. I could see it sticking out all
over him."
The man stared at her In blank
amazement, but suddenly bethought
himself to roll over and send bullet
pinging up the coulee.
The girl continued to peer down the
river bottom. After several moments
mare and rider dashed into view, rae
ing directly across the coulee. Though
the Indians at once opened fire, the
mare had skinned over the level and
up into gulley in the far bank before
they could get the range.
Hopeful that one or more OF the
enemy might expose themselves during
the excitement, the young man behind
The Tomahawk., 1916-12-07
CHAPTER I.
Under Fire.

Under Fire.
In its spring freshness the usual
dreary brown Of the Montana range
was tempered with pleasant green.
But the midday sun was blisteringly
hot, and the rider turned his eyes to
the snowy crests of the Little Paw
mountains. The nearest of the rugged,
pine-clad spurs were now only four or
five miles away. He had almost reached
the reservation. Wolf river marked
the boundary. The rangy stride Of his
unfaltering as when she had borne
him away from the half-dozen shacks
of the nearest "town'' on the railroad,
fifty miles back over the open range.
But as they began to top the rise, he
drew her down to her rapid walk, and
took out his feldglasses.
Hardly had he focused the powerful
little binoculars when from across the
coulee, a short distance downstream,
came the crack Of high-power rifle.
"A moment later the shot was followed
by three deeper reports from up
stream. The first shot was smokeless.
Not so the others. The blush smoke
puffs Of their charges Of black powder
directed the gaze of the rider to the
dozen or more swarthy, half-naked In
dams crouching near the top Of the
coufee bank, across from the nearby
butte. All were warily peering down
the coulee..
! The road ran obliquely across the
marrow valley to side gulley that
Kashed the far bank a hundred yards
pr so downstream. Back in the shelter
lof this gulley four or five ponies stood
grouped before q blackboard. Above
them a man was crouched under the
edge Of the bank. Another man lay
behind q small bush, just outside the
entrance Of the gulley. A woman in
civilized dress was coming around from
the rear Of the blackboard. The erect
flgure Of the rider tensed with quick
decision. He wheeled his mare out Of
the road, to cut down the sharp slope
directly towards the Indians. His
voice rang across the coulee with the
clearness Of bugle call: no, there
Cease firing!"
At his command, the Indians twisted
about to glare at him in half panic.
Three or four started to stink away.
The Tomahawk., 1916-12-07

"Certainly. You should know the
scope of the agents authority. 1t in
cludes the right to order off the reser-
walton anyone not member Of the
tribe"
The girl smiled mockingly. "You for
get told you am quarterbreed."
"Marie!" demonstrated Vandervyn.
mind your own business!' she
flashed back at him. II am not
ashamed that I'm member of tho
tribe, and I don't care how soon he
knows it, even If he is an officer Of
your little American army"
She turned upon Hardy, flushed, de-
faint, naughty. my mother WIS the
granddaughter of Sitting Bull. What
have you to say to that, Mr.. West
Pointer"
"NothIng, Miss Dupont, unless" he
paused, smiled and continued-"unless
it is 10 remark that am glad the po-
lice are so near"
With a swift movement she bent over
and snatched her driving-whip from
it's socket on the dashboard and stood
poised, the whip appraised to strike.
Dupont's heavy jowi dropped. Van
dervyn swung his rife around, his
large blue eyes gllnting with eagerneHS
Hardy faced the girl with no change In
his smile. Had his steady gaze wavered
for an instant, she would have slashed
him across the face.
'You--you" she whispered. "Twit
me with the treacherous killing Of my
great-grandfather, would you?"
"Treacherous? How Is that?" he
asked.
HE was murdered-by the police"
she cried. "You know It,"
II beg your pardon" he replied Il
had not the slightest idea of abiding
to what to you must be painful &C.
currence. But, since you have referred
to it, I wish to say that you are nhsln-
formed. Sitting Bull was shot while
resisting arrest. The police were act
ing under orders. The man who shot
the chief had first been shot by one of
the chiefs men,"
The scarlet that famed in the girls
cheeks deepened to crimson. Her gaze
wavered. Instead of striking Hardy,
the whip dashed down across the backs
of the team. The young brODcos
plunged and jumped forward; they
whirled the blackboard down the slope
away from the river.
The girls companions jerked their
ponies about to gallcp after her. Hardy
spoke to them In peremptOry COM
mand: "Wait! Dupont, l shall ask
you to bring my baggage from the rail-
road. Here come the police. I shall
detail four Of their number to go with
you rs escort"
ave doH't need no escort" said Du.
pont. do we, Mr.. Van?'
"They will 60 in place Of Mr.. YAM
dervyn," explained Hardy. II must
ask him to accompany me to the
agency"
The young man looked the new agent
up and down with an insoleEt smile on
his handsome, boyish face. 'What If
do not choose to so back?"
1T would put me to the necessity OF
finding q new chief clerk" countcred
Hardy.
The other evidently had expected M
arbitrary order. He bit lbs lip. 1t was
The Tomahawk., 1916-12-07

the bush had not looked around. AS
the firing ceased, he called scoff1ngly:
"How about the strategic retreat? Does
General Fabius make his getaway with
out casualties?"
lie bon Dieu be praised! He has
escaped" the girl Knocked in turn. eve
are saved. In week or ten days he
will return to the rescue with three
troops of cavalry"
IF those sneaking coyotes have sent
delegation around to climb the butte
from the upside, We'll get ours before
Charlie can come back with the po-
lice," grumbled the young man.
Eyes. Our military expert saw that
at once. he said this position would
become untenable."
$50 he ran, leaving a woman in the
lurch-the skunk!''
"Well, he has gone. You'd better be
thinking how to get us out Of the hole
you've got US into" suggested the girl.
"All did was to knock up the dust
in front Of them. The way they came
back at me proves they really were
scheming to get u.s."
"Much you know about it," scoffed
the girl. "Just because some of the
tribe are feeling ugly is no sign that"
GLOW about the murder of NOgen?"
"Well, how? You and Charlie both
say there was only the one buck who
did the shooting. No; If this bunch
had been planning to get us, they'd
have been out Of sight under the edge
Of the bank or over on the butte when
we first came along"
"Have it your own way-only toss
me bottle of beer, that's good girl.
I'm dry as fish,"
Recklessly he sat up and looked at
her, his small mouth curving in b smile
under the neat mustache. A bullet
whizzed close over his head.
The girl did not wait for him to reach
| her. Satisfied as to his safety, she
went up the gulley to the blackboard
and drew a canteen from the box under
the seat. Her father glanced down
| and saw what she was doing. His face
| was powdered with dust. He spat and
beckoned to her.
"Good! Bring it up. Bullet hit the
edge Of the bank"
The girl climbed nimb1y up the gull
ley side with the canteen. Her father
spat again, took a deep drink. and said !:
Better git the ponies round behind the
blackboard. Unless Charlie gifts back
soon, we may have to leave the ore and
| ,nol-o q break for the agency"
"All right, Perez" cheerfully respond
ed the girl. "There haven't any Of
them been hit so far, guess. They
may be willing to let us off with big
scare"
'T'n give them scare and something
more when the police come" declared
the young man, who had taken a new
position in the opening of the gulley.
"No, you won't" demonstrated the
girl Us she started down to him with
the canteen. "When Old T-owa-kcnza
sent in word that he'd call it quits over
the shooting of Nogen's killer, he meant
It. But this time you fred the first
shot, and If you kill one of them, it will
mean blood feud, If not ar uprising. :"
The young man snapped his fingers.
81 don't give that much for the whole
pack of coyotes!"
Don't forget the mine, Mr.. Van.'
protested the older man.
"Ycs, and how about mew asked the
girl MS she held ou. the canteen.
'That settles It" he replied. ITO
The Tomahawk., 1916-12-07
"Ho, There! Cease Firing!"

But one swung his rifle around and
fred. The bullet grazed the riders
coat collar. He flung up his right hand,
palm outward. The reply to the peace
sign was q second bullet, that cut the
crown of his campaign hat.
Two bullets were enough to change
the tactics of the rider. At a word
from him and a touch of the rein, his
mare swerved and plunged obliquely
down the side of the coulee. The In
dams burst into exultant yells, and
several opened fire Cd the fugitive as
the mare leaped down to the coulee
and dashed across the bottom toward
the gulley.
Urged on by voice and spurless heel,
the mare sprinted over the sandy level
with the rush of q racehorse on the
home stretch. Coming to the narrowed
stream, she covered it in single ire
mendous leap, and dashed on, IN
checked, up into the gulley, safe out OF
r-oh of those whirring leaden hornets.
The Tomahawk., 1916-12-07
IN this serial you are given a
picture Of present-day Amer

IN this serial you are given a
picture Of present-day Amer
lean Indians on government
reservations. The author depicts,
too, the manner in which the
original Americans have been
exploited in the past by unscru-
pulous men with strong political
influence. On the other hand,
assuming that you have taste
for wholesome romance, you will
enjoy the powerful love element
in 1.-THE Quarterbreed." And
. Mr.. Bennet's portrayal Of the
principal characters is as much
a study as an entertainment.
We feel sure our readers can
look forward with pleasure to
the perusal Of each installment
of the story.
THE EDITOR.
The Tomahawk., 1916-12-07
Hardy Uttered Stern Order: "HaIt!"

Hardy Uttered Stern Order: "HaIt!"
plain that he was puzzled over the
adroitly worded reply. Was it a threat.
or merely statement due to misap-
prehension?
"If you wish to resign" added the
captain, may I request you to tele-
graph for your successor to be imme-
diately appointed and ordered here"
I'd resign quick enough if I could"
said Vandervyn. you're the last man
I'd let order me around if could help
it."
Hardy turned to the stohd-faced
trader.
"Please remember my baggage. You
had better ride on after your daugh.
ter. The escort will soon follow"
The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1916-06-30
AMERICAN PRESS BOOSTS
SOUTHWEST LOUISIANA

The special Southwest Louisiana
Country Building Edition" Of the
Lake Charles .American-Press issued
on Saturday, June 18th, is marvel
Gus accomplishment in newspaper
work. 1t contains forty eight pages
devoted to the progress and develop
ment of Calcasieu Parish and South
west Louisiana, and it's publication in
Lake Charles is matter of which
Lake Charles people should be ex-
tremely proud.
The edition is descriptive of every
industry in this section, including Cal
casieu's model good road system, up
on which million and half dollars
have been spent and Of which her
people are justly proud,
Special editions are frequent hap
penings with the American-Press but
this particular one is of more than
usual value, complete in every detail,
well edited, we'll illustrated and full
o facts relative to the development
of this section.
The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1916-06-30
BARNES-ARCENEAUX

At three o'clock on June 9Th, at
the country home of the brides pa
rents, Mr.. and Mrs. F. A. Arcepeaux,
Miss Inez Arceneaux and Mr.. Percy
Barnes were united in marriage by
Rev. Father j. P. Ferret of Welsh.
The bride and groom entered the
parlor to the familiar strains of Lo-
hengrin's Wedding March, which was
ably rendered by Mrs. j. R. Romero,
during the ceremony Mrs. A. j. Be-
mott sang "Ave Maria" and "0h, Prom
Use Me-" accompanied by Mrs. ]. R.
Romero, sister of the bride.
The bride was very prettily gowned
in dress of white net trimmed in
chiffon, which was very becoming.
The groom was attired in the usual
matrimonial costume.
The parlor was decorated for the
occasion with ferns and cut flowers,
the color scheme being pink and
green.
After the ceremony a wedding din
ner was served.
Those present were Mr.. and Mrs.
w. Barnes, Sr.; Mr.. and Mrs. w. H.
Wentz, of Lake Charles; Mr.. and
Mrs. Will Liskon, of Elizabeth; W.
w. Barnes, Jr.; Of Longville; W.
Colette of Reeves; Mr.. and Mrs. Isaac
Fontenot and family and F. F. Ar
ceneaux of Jennings; Mr.. and Mrs
Garland Hayes of Bell City; Mr.. and
! Mrs. P. P. Unkel of Kinder; DR.. and
Mrs. Arceneaux, Mr.. and Mrs. A. j
Benoit, and Mr.. and Mrs. j. K. 10
nero of Welsh.
The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1916-06-30
BUSINESS HOUSES WILL CLOSE
ALL DAY JULY 4TH.

We, the undersigned merchants of
Welsh, do hereby agree to close our
respective places of business all day
July 4th:
Martin Bros. Co.; Anthony Hebert;
City Barber Shop; City Grocery; Da-
wilson Cash Store; Greer Bros; Welsh
Printing Co.; Welsh Carriage & I'M
plement Co.; Goldsmith & Smith; Mo-
del Grocery; Taught Lumber Co.,;
Crescent Drug Store; ]. A. Fontenot,
Feed Store; French Restaurant; Coo
per Drug Co., Eusebe Louviere, Bar
Der Shop; Plezol Tailor Shop; Log
Mon Grocery Co.; Welsh Grocery;
Miller Hardware & Furniture Co..;
Elite Tailor Shop.