6 SUNRISE GLORIES. Am I stand and watch the glories of the ris ing summer sun- Count the changes as they hasten, each so marvelous, one by one— I see reflected beauties glint the shim mering ocean wave. Let me ask, are scenes more wondrous In the land beyond the grave? Prom the hour when night is darkest, from the thickest of the gloom, 'Spears of golden light shoot upward with a touch of heaven's illume; Then a tiny cloud that's floating far away in eastern sky, "Turns a burnished golden beauty, herald of the King on high. Bee a bank of clouds low lying, dark and gloomy, cheerless all. Tilt they catch a gleam of glory from heaven's shining ball; Now sweet rosy lingers paint them, line each pinnacle with red, Decks with streams of light and welcome the rising sun from ocean bed. Towards the zenith, light and fleecy, float still other vapory forms, •Soon resplendent they are shining with creation's grandest charms. 'Mid such wondrous matchless beauty— glories born above the earth- Comes the god of day to brighten the life and hope Heaven gives to earth. Hath our Maker given to us. at the dawn of each new day, Visions of celestial glory to illumine life's dark way? Ar. lie paints life's somber shadows with j the hues of burnished gold. Stinting of eternal glory in the land that ne'er grows old! —o*ca.r B. Smith, in N. Y. Observer. CHAPTER XIX. That night there was rejoicing at the ■•eve stockade. For over a week not a courier had managed to slip through la either direction. Alarmed for the *a.fety of the little garrison, the com nuinding officer of the post away up at the gorge of the Big Horn river had • •ent of cavalry to scout the ■topes of the mountains and look into •the state of affairs at Warrior Gap. They found countless fresh pony tracks all along the foothills east of the Greasy Grass and in the valleys of the many forks of the Deje Agie —the Crow name for Tongue river—but not mtL Indian did they see. They marched la among the welcoming officers and 1 men at the bustling post to find them •el ves hailed as heroes. "We've been • eufc off from the world for at least ten days," said the commandant. "Our •couriers have been killed, captured or driven back. Even our half-breed •*couts refuse to make further trial. They say Red Cloud's people cover the land in every direction. Our wood choppers only work under hravy guard. The contractors, freighters and work men threaten to strike unless they get ■tbeir money. The sutler refuses them further credit. The quartermaster has ■paid out every cent and says his requi sition for SIO,OOO was ordered filled, and the money ought to have been here a week ago. All will have to stop if the money doesn't come. We're safe «nough. The Sioux don't dnre come •within range of our breechloaders. £tut we can't finish the barracks in time for winter at this rate." A stout-hearted soldier was the com manding officer at Warrior Gap. He had with him now four strong com panies of infantry and a troop of horse. He had, he said, but one anxiety, so far «ts holding the fort was concerned— some few of the officers and quite a number of the soldiers, as has been told, were burdened with their wives *nd children. If these could only be moved under strong guard to Frayne on the Platte, he could snap his fingers In. the face of Red Cloud and his whole gang until they too got breech-load er*. *TC's only a question of time!" -jsaUi he. "Sooner or later the interior department will be fool enough to arm the redskins all over the land with .magazine rifles, and then there will be lively work for the war office. Any da.y," said he, further, "we may ex pect the coming of a whole regiment from the Platte posts, and then Mr. Lo ■will have to light out. Meantime, if we hadn't this trouble about the workmen ajul could get rid of the women and ehildren, we'd be all right." So back to the Big Horn rode the «quadron to report all safe at Warrior •Gap. barring the blockade, and almost on the same date out there started •from Laramie, on the long march up the Platte and over across the sage ■covered deserts, a strong force of foot and dragoons; and up from the Sweet water, far to the southwest, came this venturesome little party of ten, 'bringing the much-demanded money, and all the while, with his far-riding, far -seeing scouts in every direction, Machpealota, perched in the moun tains back of the building post, warily watched the dispositions and daily work, and laid his plans accordingly. Not a warrior was permitted to show 'himself near the stockade, but in a cordon, five miles out, they •«uri'ouiide*> the Gap. Not a messenger bad m&anged to elude their vigilance by day, not one had succeeded in slip ping into the little camp by night. Yet with every succeeding morn the -choppers and fatigue parties pushed ■farther out from the stocKade, in grow ing sense of security, and the Indians iet them come. Full a week before the Laramie col umn could possibly reach the moun tains, however, Red Cloud was warned of their coining, their numbers, and composition—so many horse soldiers, •0 many "heap walks." Unmolested, the. squadron from Fort C. F. Smith. th«» liig Horn River post, was permit ted to retrace its steps. In fancied •safe,ty, born of confidence in that woo- derful now breechloader, the little command at the (Jap was lulled to in difference to their surroundings. Then sending large numbers of his young men to round up buffalo toward the l'latte, but keeping still his stern and vengeful eye upon the prey almost at his feet, the red chief made liis final and fatal plans. There came a cloudless morning when the cavalry troop escorted a young officer up the rocky heights to the west, tinding everywhere indica tions of recent Indian occupancy, but not a redskin barred their way. With out opposition of any kind, without so much as a glimpse of the foe, were they permitted to climb to Signal Rock, and from that point, with powerful glasses, the officers swept the glorious range of foothills, the deep valley of the Tongue, the banks of the Piney and the Crazy Woman, the far-spreading - upland prairie rolling away like some heav ing ocean suddenly turned to earth, east and southeast to the dim horizon, and there they saw, or thought they saw, full explanation of their recent freedom from alarm of any kind. There to the south, full thirty miles away., the land was overlaid by a dull, heavy, dun-colored cloud, and trav ersed by black streaks or blotches that were recognized at once as running buffalo. Red Cloud aiid his braves then were drawn away in search of other game, and, light of heart and foot, the troopers trotted back to the waiting stockade, to meet there late that evening, as the weird tattoo of the drums and fifes was echoing back from the rocky heights, the first messenger through in nearly fifteen days—a half breed Sioux from a distant post along the Platte, bearing a written message from thecommanding officer at Frayne, which the veteran commandant read with infinite comfort: "Seven companies of infantry and three more troops of cavalry are on the way and should reach you by Sat urday week. The general seems thor oughly alive to the situation, and we, too, are hoping for orders to move out and help you give that infernal old scoundrel the thrashing he deserves. All has been quiet hereabouts since that one party made its dash on Hal Folsom's ranch. Of course you know the story of Lizette, and of course Red Cloud must have known that Burning Star was head devil in that enterprise, though Chaska was the victim. I take much comfort in the fact that it was I who sent young Dean and his troop round by way of the Laramie. Folsom and his people would have been murdered to a man if 1 hadn't, and yet I hear that absurd old ass at Emory put Dean in arrest for not coming directly home. Pecksniff should have been retired ten years ago—for imbecility. '"We had a tremendous storm in the mountains to the south two days ago and a courier has just galloped out from Emory, inquiring for news of Dean. It seems he was sent with a big sum of currency for your quarter master, and ordered to slip through by way of Sweetwater, as Red Cloud was known to be covering the direct road. Somehow it leaked out before he started, and a gang of desperadoes gathered to jump him at Canyon Springs. The storm jumped them, for t niander, and that veteran sat up late and cross-questioned long. Mi chel's English might be broken, but not his statement. The last arrival CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, MARCH 14, 1901. at Frayne before he left was one of Maj. Burleigh's own men from Gate City. He said the general and liis staff were expected at Emory the next day. investigating matters, for old Stevens had got stampeded be cause his sergeant major was assault ed and old Folsom knocked out and a drunken captain by the name of New hall had been making trouble and it had all told on Maj. Burleigh, who had taken to his bed with nervous prostra tion. So, while the garrison went to rest happy, the commanding oflicer waked long," and finally slept soundly and might have slept late, but that just at dawn, full half an hour before the time for reveille, there came a sharp knock ing at the door of his log lint, and the imperative voice of the officer of the day: "Colonel, colonel, I say! There's sharp firing out here in the hills to the south!" The peaks to the west were just ting ing with purple and red, reflected from the eastward sky, and a faint light was beginning to steal down into the deep valley in which the cantonment lay sleeping, when the veteran commander came hurrying out, half dressed, and hied him. with his attendant officer, to the southern angle of the stockade. There on the narrow ledge or platform built under the sharp tops of the up right logs, were grouped the silent, grave-faoed guard, a dozen men, intent ly listening. Thither presently came running others of the officers or men, suddenly awakened by sense of some thing unusual going on. Far away among the wooded heights to the south, echoing from the rocky pali sades to the west, could be heard the pop, pop of distant musketry, punc tuated sometimes with louder bang as of large caliber rifles closer at hand. Little time was there in which to hazard opinion as to the cause. One or two men, faint-hearted at the thought of the peril of Indian battle and hope ful of influencing the judgment of their superiors, began the murmur of "big hunt," "buffalo drive," etc., glancing furtively at the colonel the while as though to observe the effect. But an imperative "Silence, you idiots!" from the officer of the day put sudden end to their conjectures. Only a moment did the commander listen. Then, quick and startling, came the order: "Sound to arms!" and within the minute the stirring peal of the cavalry trumpet was answered by the hoarse thunder of the snare drum, beating the long roll. Out from their "dog tents" and half-finished log huts came the be wildered men. Often as the alarm had sounded on the frontier there was a thrill and ring about it this time that told of action close at hand. Out from the little huts, hurrying into their frock coats and belting on their swords as they glared about them for the cause of the uproar, came the officers, old and young, most of them veterans of many hard-fought lields of the war days—one or two, only, youngsters fresh from the Point. At many a door way and unglazed window appeared the pallid faces of women and children, some of them weeping in mingled fright and distress, in front of the log guardhouse the sergeant quickly formed the two reliefs not on post. On their designated parades the com panies rapidly fell in, while stern voiced non-commissioned officers re buked the laggards and aided them into their belts, and each first sergeant took rapid note of his men. No need to call the roll, a skulker would have been detected and kicked into the ranks at the instant. Over under the rough board shelter of the quartermaster's employes the workmen came tumbling out in shirt sleeves, many of them run ning to the nearest officer and begging for a gun and a place in the fight, for now the firing was loud and lively. Down by the swift flowing stream the tethered horses of the cavalry plunged and neighed in excitement, and the mules in the quartermaster's corral set up their irrepressible bray. For five minutes there was clamor, but no con fusion. Then disciplined silence reigned again, all but the nearing volleying at the south. Presently, at rapid trot the cavalry, some 50 strong, came clatter ing up the stony trail from the stream and with carbines advanced disap peared through the main gateway in a cloud of dust. Two companies were told off toman the loopholes of the stockade. Two others under the com mand of a senior captain faced by the right flank, and in double-quick time dtinced a\ray in the wake of the cav alry. Eagerly the watchers climbed the wooden walls or to the tower of the half-finished guardhouse, and, as the red light strengthened in the east and the mountain sides became revealed, studied with their glasses or with straining eyes the southward vista througli the hills. They saw the troop form line to the front at the gallop as it swept out over the open ground 400 yards away, saw its flankers scurry to the nearest shoulder of bluff, saw theirexcited signals and gesticulations, and presently a sheaf of skirmishers shot forward from the advancing line and breasted the low ridge 800 yards out from the fort, and then there came floating back the sound of ringing, tumultuous cheer as the skirmishers reached the crest and darted headlong at some unseen object beyond, and aft er them went the reserve, cheering too. And now the sound of firing became fierce and incessant, and messengerts came galloping back to the commander of the steadily advancing infantry, and they, too, were seen to throw forward heavy skirmish lines and then resume the march. And then, down over the ridge came a little knot of horsemen, | made up of three men riding close to ? gether, the outer ones supporting be | tween them the comrade in the center. ! Before they were within 400 yards the young adjfftnnt, gazing through his glasses at the colony's side, exclaimed: "It's Dean—dead or wounded!" and one of the surgeons rushed forward to nie*t the party, "He's weak, sir, al most gone from loss of blowd," ex claimed Trooper Conroy, himself bleed- ing from a gash along the cheek. A faint smile drifted over the young fel low's pallid face as the adjutant, too, galloped up. A feeble hand indicated the bulging saddle pocket. A faint voice faltered: "There's SIO,OOO in that packet. We had to fight our way through," and then the brave blue eyes closed and strong arms lifted the al most lifeless form from the saddle as Marshall swooned away. [To Be Continued.] REVELING IN COIN. The I'lenmnt Pnatline of n Wealth? Mewehnnt Who Went I njin ne. A Boston merchant of great wealth, believing that certain symptoms indi cated that he would become insane, consulted a specialist, and under his advice became an inmate of a private asylum. For 12 years his recreation was the piling up of gold coins and then knocking them over, says Youth's Com panion. At times he washed his handi in gold eagles and half eagles. At the end of the long seclusion he returned to his counting-room and in 12 months confirmed the thoroughness of his re covery by making $500,000. He died of yellow fever in Cuba, where he had gone to look after his sugar planta tion. A similar passion for handling gold coin is now and then exhibited by men who suddenly become rich. George Au gustus Sala, in his "Life and Adven tures," tells of a London journalist who speculated in railroad stocks. His first venture netted him $5,000. Drawing it in gold, he repaired to a hotel, emptied the bags of gold in the bed and went to sleep literally in the sands of Pac to'.us. The man was so crazed by his good fortune that he felt pleasure in reveling in a golden bath. Paganini, the wonderful violinist* when he received the proceeds of hit concerts —he insisted on being paid ip gold—used to wash his hands in sov ereigns. A French novelist, Soulie, wrote a book entitled "The Memoirs of the Devil." It took; the publisher paid him for the first volume SIO,OOO in gold. The author carried the coin to his bedroom, poured it into a foot-bath, and enjoyed for half an hour the excite ment of moving his feet to and fro in a bath of gold coins, smoking, mean while, the biggest of Havanas. The love of money is one of the dan gerous passions. One Good Tarn. Sir Henry Hawkins, who was raised to the peerage as Baron Brampton after a long term on.the criminal bench, was a notable terror to evil doers. Toward the close of his career he happened to arrive at a railway station, and was at once accosted by a rough fellow who seemed very anx ious to assist him in handling hi* baggage. Struck with his friendliness, Sir Henry said: "You seem very desirous of helping me, my friend." "That's what I am, sir," replied the man. "You see, sir, once you did me a good turn." "Yes?" asked the judge. "When and where, pray?" "Well," said the fellow, "it was when ye 'ung Crooked Billy. Me an' Billy onct was pals, but we fell out, and Billy says as 'ow next time 'e dropped eyes on me 'e'd do for mo with a knife. I knowed Billy, and knowed 'e do as 'e said; and so 'e would, sir, if you 'adn't 'ung 'im in time. So I'd like to do you a good turn, too, Sir 'Enry."—Youth's Com panion. Stupidity of Sheep. The stupidest animal in the world is a plain, everyday sheep. Farmers are never done telling about their stupid doings, productive both of an noyance and financial loss. Here is a specimen case. A valuable sheep was missing, and after a long search the owner concluded that it had been killed by dogs. Some days later, while looking under the barn floor, he saw the missing animal in a salt barrel. The barrel was lying on its sick and the sheep had gone into lick up the salt which adhered to the sides of the barrel. Finding that it could not goon through, it stopped, and had been there seven days when discovered, without food or drink. And it would have stayed there until it perished. All it had to do was to back out of the barrel, but it hadn't sense enough to do it.—Golden Days. Only One Told the Truth A countryman on a visit to Glas gow, while walking along Argyle street, reading the sign-boards and the tickets in the shop windows, said to his companion: "Hoo can a' thae ham shops be the best and cheap est? Every yin o' them says that and the same wi' the clothes shops tae; they are jist a lot o' 'eears." They continued along the street until, coming opposite a plumber's shop with a big bill in the window with the words "Castirfwi Sinks" printed in large letters on it, he exclaimed: "Well, Jock, here's yin that tells the truth at ony rate; but any dauged fool kens that castirou wad sink."— N. Y. Tribune. CaOOll liflekillK. "I," sa:d the gentleman who had fairly prospered, "am humbly proud of the fact that I took 'Get thee be hind me, Satan,' as my motto when I begun business life." "There is noth ing." said the second gentleman, who ha opium to stupefy the brain. No ipecac to nauseate the stomach. Sold by druggists. 50 cents. A. P. Hoxsie, in'f'r, Buffalo, N. Y. Jack—"Did Miss Withers make him wait for an answer?" Arthur—"Yes; it was 15 minutes before they could bring her to."— Town Topics. Coußhlnitr I.entln to Consumption. Kemp's Balsam will slop the Cough at once. Co to your druggist to-day and get a -ample bottle free. Larue bottles 25 and 50 cents. Co at once; delays are dangerous. "So the poet is financially embarrassed?" "I should say so. Why, he actually lias to eat breakfast foods for dinner."—Phila delphia Record. A Uciin ilj for the Cirlfipe. i Physicians recommend KEMP'S BAL SAM for patients afflicted with the grippe, as it is especially adapted for the throat and lungs. Don't wait for the first -symptoms, but get a bottle to-day and keep it on hand for use the moment it is needed. If neg grippe brings on pneumonia. KEMI S BALSAM prevents this by keep ing the cough loose and the lungs free from inflammation. All druggists. 25c and 50c. The man who is wedded to his art usu ally has Poverty for his mother-in-law.— Town Topics. There IN a C'lnxs of People Who are injured by the use of coffee. Re cently there has been placed in all the gro cery stores a new preparation caTied (JRAIN-O, made of pure grains, that takes the place of coffee. '1 he most delicate stom ach receives it without distress, and but few can tell it from coffee. It does not cost over } as much. Children may drink it with