V V S THE PITTSBtmG tflSPATOH. SUNDAY, MAEGH-81, -1889. '10 Bake." He kissed her handiin the good old chivalrous way, and went above. CHAPTEB IX. A. BATTLE FOE I.OYE. As Orton's little vessel drew away from where the Lily lay at anchor near her own landing dock, two persons came at a wift run down the path that zigzagged from the top of the bluff to the sand beach. The bright moonlight shining fnll upon: them made the guns they carried gleam sharply. They were a man and woman, or rather a boy and girl, rushing in furious haste to the slight plank footway that led to the landing dock. It was evident in a moment that they were going to take possession of the Lily. Orion's first thought was that tome of the missing household slaves had returned and were desirous of comics aboard his sloop and following their young mistress; some movement of the girl, quick and slight as it was, told him that Lalie Garcin was i. one of them. Then instantly he recollected that the Lilv was the fastest craft on the btv and he knew that a very dangerous and difficult problem was betore him. The wind was contrary, making it necessary to tack, and the bavbeing quite narrow here, pro gress must be very slow indeed. His vessel was fast, but could not keep so close to the wind and fly along as could the Lily, whose mainsail was now going up. It was but the work of two or three min utes to put up every inch of canvas and set the Lily bounding in pursuit, yes, bounding is the very word, for a little sea was running in with the breeze, foaming and chopping, so soon as the point was cleared. On these short, brisk waves the little boat fairly galloped, the foam leaping over her bo ws and her ion? boom raking the cream from the highest white caps. To Orton the situation was a terrible one, for a reason entirely extrinsic of the ques tion of danger. He "saw at once that the Lily would outsail his sloop, which meant that one of two things must come to pass very soon: Lalie's gun would kill every one on board his vessel, or Lalie herself mnst be killed. Neither alternative seemed at sit bearable. But for the thought of Felicie weeping down below and ot the fate that would be hers were he taken from her at this crisis, he would have given little thought to the chances. The sloop was sailing as well as could be expected, beating against the wind to wear round the western curve of the bayshore. Orton let his glance sweep over the scene again and again while in his heart memories and emotion? were mingling in a bitter tumult. For the moment he felt himself a criminal, a devil who had come iuto an Eden and worked its destruction. He saw the strange, luxurious cabin home of the Garcins as it was when he first entered it; he saw little Lalie, dark, sweet, full of health and bubbling over with animal hap piness, and then he saw Pelicie going about at Bochon place contented and serene. "What a change since he camel Had he caused all this? Had his coming into this lovely and beautiful nook of the South set sinister influences to work by which had been engendere 1 a resistless impulse of evil? Every scene of the past few weeks flashed before him with a vividness of reality. He eaw the spinet in Lalie's room, her fantastic little hat lay on it; he heard her sing an old French ditty. His rambles in the verdurous and odorous woods, his satisfaction in sketching scenes so new and 6trange to him, his portrait and sketches of Lalie, all these and then the battle and his hand to hand conflict with Bochon came up in his memory. It was as y he were living them over again. The breeze freshened as the eIood nassed from the lee of the bluffs and Orton gave or der to the sailors to keep well away from the row fairly flying little boat He saw the shore begin to sink and assume its true proportions, the masses of forest with marshy openings between taking on fantas tic forms under the influence of motion and the brilliant moonlignt The Bochon man sion, with its flanking rows of outhouses, loomed heavily against the almost purple sky, the pointed roof and wwer-like chim neys appearing to almost touch the low hanging clusters of western stars. Curious v enough Orton, at sight of the house, felt a deep touch of regret for old Bochon. Some how the man with his master will, his giant form and his gusty humor had impressed him and won upon him as some old heatnen hero might have done. To the young man's imagination the doughty and "stormy old out-law had presented himself in the atti tude of a figure of romance set upon the doubtful line between heroism and degraded, criminal masterhood. About him hung the nameless fascination, the singular personal magnetism which belongs to extraordinary quality of mind aud physique. A light shone from the Itochon house while Orton was gazing, a mere flicker, like the flame of a lamp. In an instant he felt what it meant, for already a roll of black smoke was tumbling above one of the out houses. The beautiful place was in the hands of its enemies. A glance northward showed two or three of Garcin's smacks and his schooner rounding Magnolia point "truly the departure from Itochon place had been none too soon. A swivel was fired from the schooner, probably as a signal, and at the same time it was plain that pur suit was intended. The Lilv, admirably handled by Bobo and Lalie, was gaining steadily upon the sloop. It soon would be within gunshot. Orton said nothing more to his men until the time came for decisive action, and even then he knew not what was best He could not order them to fire upon the little boat. How could he do that? How could he say to one of those dark, brutal sailors: "Shoot Lalie Garcin?" A shot from the Lilv whistled owr ifcp sloop't deck. Nothing but the motion of the vessel could have thwarted the girl's faultless aim. Another flash at the bow of the little pursuer and one of the sailors clapped his hand on his ear where the bul let had touched it. The two vessels now flew apart, not having the same course. Or ton could not see plainly, but he knew well who had fired those shots and he felt that the time had come when he must act: but how? Two of his men had brought up their heavy muskets and were excitedly preparing for the next approach of the Lilv. Put down your guns," he ordered firmly J uui, iujeu-, auu listen to wnat i. say. They obeyed, rather sullenly and with a dull look ot inquiry. 'There is a woman in that boat," he went on, "a woman who is mv friend.. If von fire yon may hurt her. If you can kill the man without endangering her, do it; but," and here he handled the hammer of his own gun, "and if you hurt her I will kill him who does it; remember that." Meantime the Bochon mansion was show ing fire through every window, and a heavy cloud of dark smoke was slanting upward and away from the roof. It was just as the flames burstout atmanv places, with a great flare and flash lighting up the water and flinging a wild light over the breeze-tossed woods, that Orton heard Felicie's voice. Turning about he saw her coming upon deck. She was very pale, and the reflection of the distant firoli-m : i,. face exaggerated her appearance of excite- 1 Meantime the Lily had come about and was heading so as to cross the course of tb e sloop and very near her bows. Felir je lifted her clasped hands above her head and looked fixedly at the wavering tongues of flame that were lapping the roof of thr. man sion. " For the moment Orton forgot ev ervthinc else in the rush of tender feeling. He bur ned to where she stood, and, pasv ne an arm gently around her, strove to tae her back to the cabin again. She scarcely noticed him. The scene upon which -he was look ing sepmed to have fixed h er to the floor. In n little while, however, she had realized the whole situation, and she strove mightily to be strong and brave. , Garcin's verbis were not as fast as the sloop They 'lCn back graOnally and soon Ivt-1 Velll B'ovcr the chase; but tne L,uj, ,jte some courageous little bird """'y,r''1" a hawk, ept back and forth, now '.nd again coming near enough for the n, to flash its spiteful fire in the direction JP the sloop's deck. But quite a sea wason," Ae waves rising higher everv moment, and .. l!ul. Ljt wm .. a j. -l. j me iuui; w naou ur&aeu, ana tumoiea that accuracy of aim from her deck.was al together impossible. Ortpn. however, re- r V: membering with a shudder that Felicie had been the especial mark of that gun, almost forcd her back into the cabin. It was just as they started down the nar- l row little stairs that Orton felt a heavy, nummng mow on ois arm wnicn smi en circled Mile. Bochon's waist At the same time raug out the sharp, slender report of Lalie's gun almost under the prow of the sloop. Felicie uttered a quick cry of pain and sank as if fainting, while Orton with great est difficulty prevented her from falling be low. He knew that she was hit in the side, for the bullet had passed through his arm, making a slight wound. As he staggered down the stairs with his precious burden he saw the flames all meet in one grand blaze above the sinkingroof of Bochon place. The rough ere w of the sloop were not the men to tamely bear a thing of this sort. No sooner was Orton out of siirht than they hur riedly rolled forward a clumsy little carron ade loaded to the muzzle with musket balls; at the same time the sloop's course was changed several points, so as to bring her quickly within range of the Lily, which was again coming about The explosion shook the sloop from jib-boom to stern-post The Lily was lairly lifted out of the water, not so much by the missiles hurled against her as by the sudden side-flow which jnst then struck her. It was a critical moment, even without the blast from the carronade, and when a ball struck Bobo in thejiead he tumbled overboard and the boat was cap sized. As the sloop rushed on, grazing the tumbling and tossing hull, a small figure crawled upon the wreck and clung desper ately to it Orton knew well what themen had meant bv finne'tbe carronade. nor was he sorry for the moment that they had disobeyed his order. Of course, he was ignorant of the result; indeed, he scarcely gave a thought to it as he knelt beside Felicie, trying to stop the bleeding of her wound. The ser vant women were wailing around him and the vessel was rolling uncomfortably. The glare from the burning mansion was sinking lower, softened by distance and bv thedes traction of more inflammable material. The moon was shining serenely and there was little in any visible aspect of nature to suggest the gale which was soon to rage across the gulf. The sloop was forced to seek shelter between some outlying islands of the Chandeleurs, where she lay at anchor for two days before she was able to resume her course. It would not be a pleasing part of this rapid and imperfect sketch if the suffering of Mile. Bochon should be described here. Her wound was deep and must have been dingerous to her life under the most favora ble circumstances; as it was she arrived at New Orleans in a delirium, and for two months tne balance between death and re covery wavered pathetically, while Orton lingered about, like the ghost of his former self, a prey to all sorts ot romantic qualms of conscience and haunted by the memory of the strange scenes through which he had been hurried. Nor was trouble at an end when at last Felicie was pronounced out of danger. The yellow fever swept over New Orleans that summer with dreadful effect Orton was one of the first to contract the malady in the most healthful part of the city, and when he arose from his bed his fine physique was completely shattered for the time. If I now tell the reader that this story is not fiction that it is little changed in the writing from the tradition which anybody may find on the spot it will not, I hope, detract from its interest Orton's letters. still in the hands of his descendants, agree quite well (in their statements of facts) with the legend as it is told by French speaking grandmothers to dusky listeners under the vices aud fig trees of the west coast of Bay St Louis. Strange enough it is to find that Lalie Garcin escaped being drowned, and was picked up by one of her father's boats. She is said to have lived to a great age, probably a little crazed; at least she was very eccentric, and a fortune teller in her later years. Orton and Felicie were married, and were afterward for a lone while residing in one of the chief cities of Europe, where he was an official representative of the United States. They kept the romance of their first meeting and the incidents following it as much hidden as possible, bnt a story so picturesque and so out of the common order of life could not be kept forever from the public Near the site of the old Bochon mansion the action of the spring or autumn storm waves often lays bare for awhile the remains of a rude brick oven, and the legend runs that in this the old king of the coast used to roast his refractory slaves and cook brown his most dangerous mutineers. A grim relic of such a character and the few fragments of beantiful old china picked up by tourists are the only remnants left of the household belongings of the most note worthy outlaws ever resident on the coast of Mississippi. the end. Copyright, 18S9, by Maurice Thompson. TEN MILES FOR TWE.NTX NUTS. A Female Squirrel's Prodlelom Feat to Feed Ita Slate. An Ansonia special to the New York Sun says: The Psalmist's injunction to the lazy man to go to the ant for an example of industry has lost its force for a Danbury farmer, who points to the squirrel as afford ing an instance of agility, quickness and hard work. Last fall he stored several bushels of butternuts in the second story of his corn house, and recently he noticed that they were disappearing much faster than the legitimate demands for his family sap ply warranted. He discovered soon afterward that a squirrel, a small red one, which the farmer's boys call "chipmunks," had found a hole tinder the eaves of the building, and was stocking her storehouse with the nuts the farmer had gathered. As an experiment to learn how rapidly the squirrel had worked, he removed all but 20 of the nuts and set a watch upon them. Six hours afterward every nut was gone. The distance from the corn house to the tree where the squirrel had its nest was just SO rods. In going for a nut and returning with it the sprightly little animal had to travel a distance ot ICO rods. Computation showed that the theft of the 20 nuts required just ten miles of travel. But this did not include all. Several times dogs frightened the squirrel, and it had to turn back, and twice the family cat got after it, requiring it to take a circuit ous route to reach the storehouse. The nest was examined soon afterward, and a big,fat, lazy male squirrel was found snoozing quietly while Sis little mate was perform ing a 'prodigious feat to supply him with food. An Interrupted Hnnt. ;5S Little Johnny Prendergast (playing "In dians") The lone chief of the Wampum wamps feel'" the hot blood of the chase in his nostrils! He will, before the sun sets be hind the rockies; cut the thousandth notch in his trusty gun tor another buffalo. Old Cora (the cow) Them flies is gettin' mnnn eariv inn yeir.-twjc Jb ' 3j fMCfc JMSWUSIM.rrf- mm iit ? "iwawk fk-CTSj-iyi it w wk mi b.i c3af i r THE PANIC W PAEIS. A Glimpse at the Operations on the Bourse and a History of the DEFDKCr COPPER SYNDICATE. Collection of Pictures That May Thrown on the Market, he HOW BLAINE WAS CALLED TO DINNEB rcORBXSFOXSXXCX OT TEE EIBPJlTCn.l AEIS, March 18. It was very lively last week, on the. Paris Pourse, and there was such a run on the Comp toir d'Escompte,a finan cial "institution second only to the Back of France, that no less than 523,000,000 were paid out in three days to a clamoring multitude! It all, .came about on account of the cop per corner. In one of Labiohe's farcical comedies there is an amusing scene be tween -the daughter of a financier and a timid young fellow who is to be her future husband. The old gentleman has a marked weakness for men on the Stock Exchange, and therefore he must be deceived before the marriage of his daughter ean be looked on as a foregone conclusion, so the young lady says to her fiance: kFvi iii a-ix Tm.iuT"iBiif rz mmri, I m mm .' $ " aflr1! vcfeflrii THE PAEIS BOURSE. "See here, dearest, you must hurry up aud make a business for yourself; you aust buy and sell 'a term' or 'comptant,' and be somebody. The young man looked at her as if he did not understand the meaning of all this. She continued: "Let us see, mon ami; I understand street affairs, so listen. You must go to the Corn Exchange " "With pleasure." "Once there, you call out loudly: 'I have 1,000 sacks of wheat I will sell 1,000 sacks of wheat Who will buy 1,000 sacks of wheat?' and so on." HE DIDN'T TTNDEBSTAND. "But, mademoiselle, how can I sell 1,000 sacks of wheat when I have not one single sack to my name?" "Oh, that does not matter; when youhave sold the wheat which you do not possess, you must buy sugar from men who have none, but who sell it to you all the same. That is what is meant by dealing on the Bourse." This clear, lucid explanation is greeted by the audience with roars of laughter. The attempt to corner copper, like all other transactions of this kind, is part of a prin ciple, very simple in itself, but very diffi cult to explain, and which might be called the suppression of concurrence. If by any means whatever X can obtain possession of all the copper in the world, those who need it will be obliged to buy it from X at his own price, and as he has no fear of competi tion, he can sell it at any price he chooses. This is'precisely the operation that certain French financial concerns have been re cently attempting. They bought in block all the copper on hand, and in all the mines of the world, and immediately raised very considerably the price of that commodity. Unluckily for the monopolists and fortu nately for the manufacturers there was soon a surplus, and, moreover, the latter began using the old copper and would not touch the new output until the last extremity. TOO BIO A CONTRACT. Meanwhile, as the production continued and the stock in hand increased, the syndi cate, bound by its treaties, had to face its engagements, Denfert-Bochereau, managing director of the Comptoir d Escompte, afraid to do so, committed snicide, and affairs are in such a bad condition that no one can yet tell what will be the end of it all. Any number of speculators have failed, several big brokers lost heavily, and the Comptoir d' Escompte itself would have been in the soup if the Minister of Finance had not personally urged the Bank of France and the Bothschilds to go to its assistance. This time, however, the krach does not greatly affect the public in general, as with some exceptions, it only touches those who possess mining shares. The Metaux were always considered very heavy shares to carry, and the "Haute Banque" is al most alone in this vexatious adventure. To deal on the Bourse (Jouer a la Bourse) is to sell what one has not, and will never have; and the Parisian bulls play "a la hausse," while "a la baisse" is what the "bears", are working for. I may add that "comptant" is a cash operation, but usually speculative transactions are spoken of as being "a terme,"" and they are closed at fixed dates, which in nearly all cases are the ISth and the -last day of the month: there are, however, a few exceptions to this jrule. FIGHTING FOE LIFE. All this is but a part of that existence which is known here as "LavieParisienne." The great Capital is a town in which nearly everybody must fight for life, and throw all his energies into artificial resources. Some go to the clubs, some to the Bourse, and, under one form or another, it is a gambling game that is forever going on. After the smash of the Union General society men suffered through the depreciation of money. The richer ones retired to their estates for a year or two, while those not so well off had to face the disaster by sacrificing their for tune, and taking to commerce. As for the speculators, they were ruined and the greater part took to agriculture or to the breeding of cattle iu far off countries. Some of these returned in a few months to wander through the Bourse colonnades, but swore they'd ex amine most carefully all values before en gaging in them, and especially would tbey ayoid those deals, the movements of which depend on a group ot speculators, that is to say, the touching of shares which represent nothing, and for which the bulls themselves cannot ever give a good reason. The women, erandes dames of the aristo cratic faubourgs, and plebeian ladies also, are in the swim of Bourse speculation al most as much as men folk. One of the up per ten bonghtUio Tinto in packages of ten, fifteen, and twenty thousand, and gained millions she vwas- well tipped, had a most etiinoccfnl nnmpT nf 5t TinfnTO fh UwlifniY struck, and got out of thVdeaf "with atsniiiji jon of francs gained in a fortnight. Other ladies were, however, not so fortunate. CLOSE TO THE SCENE. It was a curious sight, that of ten and women breakfasting at Champeanr, so as to be near the spot, and about 2 o'clock of an afternoon Unas been nothing uncommon to see several mysteridns. looking coupes standing at the corner of the place with agents at the carriage door communicating the latest quotation to an invisible and pre sumably fair client. I learned another thing last week while in the neighborhood of the Bourse of an industry carripd on there which is certainly very ingenious, but as to its morality well, judge for yourselves. Near the Bue Vivienne is a "bureau de change," the manager of which has adopted as a specialty to exchange values that do not exist for stocks and bonds that have never seen the light of day. The old man behind the spectacles who directs the business in that office has not very much money in hand, but he has plenty of collateral on paper bine, red and green shares with violet lines running through them, all admirably en graved, and with signatures that have the look or authenticity. "What is the good of, this commerce and where are the profits? Well. I will tell you, for this is a case where bogus values are worth much big money. For instance, a husband makes away with his wife's dowry, or a father squanders his children's inheritance, thereupon the family demand severely the return ot the lost fortune, some times very considerable, and which the man cannot possibly justify. ONE LITTLE SCHEME. He goes to'tbis agent near the Bue Yivi enne, and buys on good terms, say 200 shares, with a memorandum all in order and antedated, representing a good round in vestment The day of reckoning comes, there is a deficit of 20,000 and the father or the husband is to bat r- "As for these 100,000 francs," he says, "I was unlucky enough to confide in a splendid affair, which was recommended to me, and which promised well. Anxious to increase my children's fortune, I did not hesitate to buy 200 shares in the Kalamaznms, and I was taken in like other unfortunate share holders; but I am not culpable." The old agent behind the spectacles sold this man 200 shares for just 10 louis, fancy borders included, and this pleasant rascal ity has come to be quite a Parisian indus try. On general principles it is best to be distrustful always of what goes on in stock exchanges, boards of trades and gambling rooms, and -remember what the old Baron Bothschild once said. French rentes had fallen suddenly, aud without any apparent reason, so a simple-minded friend of the Baron asked him the cause of this unex pected, movement "WHAT TO KNO'W. "My dear friend," replied Bothschild, with a melancholy shake of the head, "if I knew why the fi per cents rise and why they fall I should know how to make mv for tune." J Going back to Secretan, President of the copper syndicate, the question now is, will he have to sell his famous collection of pictures? Some years ago he purchased the Hotel Pillet-'WiIl, in Bue de Mencey, and commenced his collection, but the number of pictures increased so rapidly there were not sufficient rooms, so he had to build an annex for them. His collection consists of 200 or so canvases, much bric-a-brac, and one piecejof modern sculpture, the original Diana bj; Falguiere. Several pictures are by old masters, chiefly Flemish,Van Dycks, OsUde, Teniers, Cuyp, Mieris, and there is a splendid Bubens. Perhaps the gem is a 'veritable chef d'eeuvre by Piter de Hoog; it was formerly in the Nariskine collection. M. Detoer Bey offered 150,000 francs for it, and Secretan got it for 100,000. In 1881 these same gentle men came into collision again over Millet's "Angelus,. but they agreed to draw lots for it, and Secretan won, although he had to pay 160,000 francs for it, but he sold it to Petit, the picture dealer, who had it en graved. Then Secretan rebought it for 20, 000 more than he had sold it for, and he has since refused $100,000 for it from Mr. Bocke felier. It stands on an easel, in a sanctum, draped with plush, a witness to the dog-in-the-manger feeling -which has always char acterized the present owner. QUITE A COLLECTION. The collection is believed to contain three Millets, ten Troyon, eight Bousseau, among which is the "Hutte des Charbonniers," for which he paid 53,000, two each of Dela croix, Deschamps. Jules, Dupre, and Cor tot, half a dozen Fromentius, and no fewer than twenty-two by Messonier. The whole collection cost him eleven or twelve million francs; but it is not believed that he can sell tnem lor more than seven or eight millions, although it is rumored here that Mr. Van derbilt has bought the whole lot, paying therefore 52,000.000. Apropos of the return of the Duo d'Au male from exile, a rather curious and cer tainly very pleasant incident occured at the dinner of the Society des Bibliophiles at the Lion d'Or last Tuesday. Among those present were Madame Edmund Adam, edi tor of the Nowelle Revue, MM. Jules Claretie, Beraldi, Brivois, Henri Hous saye, Dr. Cnsco, Soulacrup, Henri Meil hac, Boger Portalis; Lauzel, Parzan, etc., and' his Boyal Highness. "WTien all the guests were assembled the maitre d'hotel announced dinner in these terms: "Madame Adam et Monseigneur etc. servi." and the Prince gave his arm to the talented lady, who was the only one of her sex at the table. A NEW WBrXKXE. I think this is the first time that two per sons' names have been thus ooupled. Usually the custom in private houses is for the but ler or other servant to open the -doors lead ing to the dining room and say, not too loudly, "Madame est servi;" sometimes he simply saTS, in French of course, "Dinner is served," and I have even heard the maitre d'hotel of a noble family say, "It is served;.' but the rule is to inform the lady of the house in the manner quoted. "When a dinner is given to some grand personage then the announcement is made to him. Thus, when the Prince of Wales was dined by the Princess de Sagan the butler exclaimed: "Monseigneur est servi " and when Mr. Blaine was in Paris, nt' a dinner given in Ms honor, the "Jeems" of the house called the guests to grnb in these words: "L'honourable Monsieur Blaine est servL" Henet Hatnie. Hon it Ever Endedt Terre Eante Express. Said Mr. Booker My wife and I have been married 11 years and never had but one quarrel. "When was that?" asked one of his aud itors. - ' , "It commenced abouta year after we were jsmrrled,"iaid he sadlv. "- te.T' CHASING CHEYEffiES. The Sad. Tidings of the Massacre of the Gallant Coster. r EIGHTI-PIYE MILES ON THE JUMP. Cody's Duel and the Death of the Chey enne Braye, "Yellow Hand." A DAWN WELL WORTH EEMEMBEEING (WJUTTJOr TOB TUB DISPATCH. UE chase after the Sioux on July 3 had made our presence west of the Black Hills well known to all the Indians at the reservation. No more could take that route in coins to reinforce Sitting Bull, and General Merritt was prompt to accept the situation. Early the next morning, the "glorious Fourth," while the assembled thousands of the nation were having a gorgeous time at the centennial at Philadelphia, we fellows of the Fifth Cavalry were riding through oloads of alkali dust up the valley 0f the South Cheyenne, and scouting out the Indian trails south west of the Bills. On the 6th we were camped along the banks of what was then called Sage creek, near a little outpost where a small detach ment of infantry guarded the road, the spring and a stage station. The stages had quit running, for it was almost certain death to ride the Black Hills road this centennial summer, and only in large parties and with strong escorts did the miners venture to push their way thither. A courier had been sent to Fort Laramie with report of the situation, and, while awaiting general Sheridan's orders, we- grazed our horses all day 'of the 6th, and were at it again on the hot morning of the 7th, and husily engaged in fighting flies, and a party of us junior officers were just com ing up from a refreshing dip in a pool under the willows, when Buffalo Bill came toward us, his handsome face clouded with deep trouble, and simply stunned us by the an nouncement: "Custer and most of the Sev enteenth wiped out of existence. The Gen eral has the official dispatch." AN ASTONISHED CAMP. Then we knew, of course, that we would be ordered forthwith to march to the Big Horn to reinforce General Crook, on whom the Indians would now be able to concen trate their entire force. Very little was said. The whole camp seemed awe-stricken, and there was only one man in the regiment who did not appear eager for the coming of the order. The longing to do something to avenge that disaster to our comrade regiment was uppermost in every heart except one, and Merritt sent that individual about his business as soon as we got within reaching distance of Fort Laramie, and the muster rolls of the Fifth Cavalry were relieved of a name which no one mentioned but with contempt Not until the 11th of July, however, did orders reach us from Sheridan. On the morning of the 12th we were taking the back track for the Platte river, with in structions to refit at Laramie, march by the south bank to Fetterman, then push out northward for Tongue river, where we -would find Crook in his intrenched camp. That night we campedaround the Cardinal's Chair in Niobrara valley, wet to the skin from a previous rainstorm. The next night we were under the lee of friendly old Baw hide peak, and fully expected at dawn to make a long day's march southward for Laramie. What was our surprise, however, when, as we mounted and silently moved away, the uolonei turned tne head of column east ward, and down the Rawhide we rode until, at noon, we halted and unsaddled at the point where the stream is crossed by the wagon track from Fort Laramie to the great reservation, aud the reason was soon given. TNEASY BEDS. Eight hundred Indians of the Southern Cheyenne tribe had been having war dances and loading up with ammunition and sup plies, and the infantry commander at the nearest post felt so certain of their intention that he sent couriers to warn Merritt. Of course the Indian agents saw nothing alarm ing in these preparations, but Major Jordan got news that made him believe they meant to "jump" and rush to join Sitting Bull. They had no grievance. They were well fed, clothed, cared for by the Government They simply couldn't stand being "lookers on" when their comrades were having such a revel in scalps and plunder. Major Jor dan, with his little force, couldn't stop them, especially as they had two or three ponies apiece, and he had nothing but foot troops. Merritt was ordered in exactlv the opposite direction, but Merritt well knew what Sheridan would require of him if he could but see the situation. He turned to ward the danger point, and sure enough, just at noon on Saturday, the 15th, there came to him authentic tidings from the res ervation. Colonel Stanton, who had been sent thither to look into the situation, dashed off in a few words the news that on Sunday at dawn the Cheyennes would leave in a body." Now came Merritt's opportunity. It was 70 'miles by road to where these Indians were camped. It would never do to push straight for the reservations. That would only drive them out ahead ,of us. Their course would be northwesterly, and they would cross the Cheyenne near where we were camped on the 1st of July. Merritt determined to move at once, to go back on his own tracks a roundabout course ut terly blinding them as to his intentions; to let them get away from the reservations, but to throw himself across their path among the "breaks" of Hat or Indian Creek, and thrash them well for their treachery. A LONO FULL. Eighty-five miles in 31 hours! Nothing to speak of by steam, rail, stage or pony ex press, but something of an exploit when it means that a column of cavalry has made that distance in that time, and every horse and jnan is "fit" and ready for anvthins that may turn un on the morrow. No fires are allowed. All except the guard "turn in" for a night's rest. I was officer of the guard last night at the Niobrara, but Com pany "K" is detailed en masse for camp guard and picket duty to-night, and that means me again. GeneralMerrit directs me to take six men and post myself with them at a ridge a few hundred yards to the southeast and keep vigilant watch for anything and everything that may come from that direction. If any where, the Cheyennes mutt be over in the breaks just beyond the high ridge we had marked something like two miles away. "Call me at 3:30," he says and rolls himself in his blanket by the side of a fallen Cot tonwood, r The skies are cloudless, the stars brilliant, the night still as still can be. Once or twice as I go making the rounds with my old cap tain we hear the coyotes yelping out on the prairie and the beavers splashing above their dam in the stream. At 3 the morn begins to grow chilly, and the coyotes be come more noisy and numerous. The Gen eral is sleeping like a weasel when I bend over to call him and is up in an instant "Any signs of em yet?" he asks. "Not yet, sir. It is jnst daybreak and'Igoback to my picket post at the fort." IN THE EABLT DAWN. Corporal Wilkinson and I, lying prone at the summit while the rest of our party lurk in the hollow behind us, are scouting the distant ridge with field glasses. The sun is not vet up when he suddenly exclaims: y "Look.,Lientenant Thoreare'Indinnsl" 7Jvi2flSft&.-iMs?,r . " And sure enough, there they are, six, eight, a dozen of them scurrying to and fro on their nimble ponies and evidently in great excitement I sent a man to tfarn the General, and in ten minutes out he comes with Buffalo Bill and half a dozen officers. They remain in saddle down in the shadows under the little knoll where they cannot be seen from the front, while he dismounts, joins me at the top and takes a long look at the war riors darting about on the ridge nearly two miles away. These movements are a puz zle. They seem watching some object off to the west Cody dismounts and joins us; takes a long look and says: "I'm damned if I know what those fellows are fooling about." More and .more of them pop into sight and then oust as the sun peeps oyer the horizon it flashes upon some glistening white objects off to the southwest "The wagon train, by all that's wonderful!" "What's to prevent their1 attacking it?" is the question asked by one of the staff. "Nothing," answers the general quietly. "I only hope they -willso does .Hall. He has two companies of infantry hjdden'unQer those wagon covers and wouldn't ask any thing better." AN EXCITING SCENE. But now comes a new excitement Half a mile out in front of the Wagon train, riding toward us at easy lope, come two horsemen. They know we are down here under, the bluffs, but the Cheyennes don't even dream of it. We know the Cheyennes are swarming along that ridge, but'nobody at the train has the faintest inkling of it. Presently, down a shallow ravine, hidden from the train and separated from the trail by a longue tongue of prairie "point," down full tilt, swinging, swaying, bounding alo&g on their nettlesome ponies, a little band of Indians comes darting straight toward us. Cody sees their object at a glance. "By Jove! General. -They are coming down trying to surprise those two riders. They expect to meet 'em right here in front of us. Let us mount this party and we can get 'em!" "Up with you, menl" is the order. "Be ready to follow Cody. You stay here," he says to me; "watch until they ore close under you. Then give the word." And down he slides to his men below, while Bill and balf-a dozen troopers spring into saddle, thrust cartridges into their rifles and crouch eager for a spring. Looking forward I can see the distant ridge lined with Indians, hidden from the train yet vis ible to me. Midway to them the shallow ravine is filled with the rapidly advancing war party, the sunshine gleaming on their naked, painted bodies, their gorgeous war bonnets, shields and glistening ornaments. Over to the right front come the two cour iers, utterly unconscious of the death-dealing gang that is nearing them at every jump, and I all alone on the little mound, am enjoying one of the most stirring pic tures ot savage warfare it was ever my lot to see. WAITING IN AMBUSH. Nearer they come. I can hear the bound ing hoofs of the ponies now, only 600 yards away. Glancing back I see Bill, foremost of our little party; his kindling eyes watch ing for my signal. "All ready, general?" "All ready, give the word when you like" is the low answer. Nearer and nearer they come. I wait until their gorgeous leader is not more than 20 yards from the little knoll, then wave my hand and yell. "Now, lads!" crash and bang and hur rah! Wild warring yells of the Cheyennes. A vision of darting ponies, of streaming war bonnets; a fusilade of carbines and pis tols; a rush of hoofs, a dozen things at once seem crowding on my senses as I catch my own corse, bound into saddleand go gallop ing out to join Bill. The first thing I see is our chief of scouts darting full tilt ata mag nificent specimen of the Indian warrior; flash go both rifles almost at the instant And alter a wild bound or two the warrior's pony plunges headlong, and the rider limps desperately towards the yelling comrades who are dashing down to the rescue. Why the whole ridge seemed suddenly to bristle with red and feathered warriors whirling, yelling, raging down to annihilate the little band of white men who had dared attack their advance. Bill is off his horse in an instant; kneels, takes 'deliberate aim; the flame juts from the muzzle of his rifle and with a wil cry the Cheyenne pitches headforemost upon the sward with a bullet through his brain. BEATEN AT THEIE OWN GAME. Then there are shouts of warning. "Look out! Look out!" as the thunder of hoofs and yells of rage and defiance tell the com ing of the Cheyennes sweeping down upon us, but Merritt is ready for them, too, and, glancing over my shoulder, I see my own troop, "K," with Mason at its head, in long extended line come trotting up over the bluffs, with Montgomery's Grays just be hind them. "Drive 'em, Mason," are the only orders I hear as I gallop over and take my place in front of my own platoon, and then straight at the Cheyennes we go; troop after troop darting up the bluffs and spread ing out to the right and left as they ride in support. It is a brilliant and stirring sight, but lasts only a few minutes, for the Cheyennes for once in their lives are beaten at their own game, and know it Utterly amazed at the appearance in their lront of the regi ment they thought to be 70 of 100 miles away to the south, they leave "Yellow Hand" and one of his brethren stretched dead upon the sward, they drop their pots and kettle8,.pack saddles and blankets and away, away they go scurrying for the safety of the reservation at a speed that baffles pur suit Sitting Bull never got those fellows as allies at least Buffalo Bill had one more feather in his cap, and Merritt had won the name of outwitting an Indian at "his own tactics. That night how the old men and squaws crowded around us at Bed Cloud! How they whispered together and pointed at Buffalo Bill! 1 have hAd longer and harder rides in 48 hours than that one proved to be, but none that ever were at tended with such results. Chables Kino, U. S. A. He Got Even. Minneapolis Tribune. J "Will you be my wife?" he passionately asked Miss Passe, worth half a million. "No, I cannot, but I will always be a sis" "Alas! that can never be," he murmured sadly. "And why not?" "Because I am too young to be your brother. Perhaps, however, I might be your step-brother by your lather's second wife," and a diabolical smile lighted 'up his feature!) as he bowed and left ner pres ence. In Colon Tliere Is Strcneth. NewTork Snu.J First Policeman (after several unsuccess ful attempts to overpower his man) What shall we do? Secpnd Policeman Let us club together. We can take him then. Bough on tbo Razor. Mrs. Peters Doaa swear so, Clem. Taint k'rect! Mr. Peters I can't help it. To know dat Simmison coon I done arzufied wiv at d' ball last night? Mrs. Peters Umpah. - j, MrPetersI'm'fyin''f he,dWhab on i-fc5rsse5SS32SaflBigs ONE EDITOR'S HOME, The Magnificent Villard House How Owned by Whitelaw Eeid, OUR NEW MINISTER TO FRAHCE. The Italian Influence Upon the Architec ture of America. A GLANCE AT TAKDEEBILTS MANSION rWRITTXS TOB TBS DISPATCH.! The Benaissance, as we derive it in this country, comes through the French rather than more directly from the land of its birth, Italy. The most prominent influence is that of. the transitional periadTrom the French GothTe into thd Be naissance, which was at its height , dar ing the reign of Francis L Of this there are some mag nificent examples in New York City, as we shall see. The lofty vaults, the arches,the processional pillars and cold splen dor of materials that distinguished Italian Bacchus. interiors do not adapt easily either to our climate or our manner of living, unless it shall yet prove to the contrary on the Pacifio coast and in the land of gold. There are. however, some ex amples of houses and of decoration of which Italy is the direct inspiration, and these are surpassed in magnificence by nothing else J HA1I, IN WIUTKLA in this country. One of these is the Villard house, now the property of Mr. Whitelaw Beid. Another is the water-color room of Mrs. Cornelius Yanderbilt to which may be added tne details of the dining room, consisting of work of a kind not done before in three centuries. ONE STYLE. The Yillard House is almost the only ex ample of a consistent adherence to one style, for in most of our fine houses we are given samples as it were of the different de corative schools and periods, and, with an impartiality which ought to prove their owners truly cosmopolitan. The Yillard House is one wing of a group of seven houses that have been distributed within the pro portions of an Italian palace. The house was built at a time when Queen Anne was rampant, and its calm exterior and straight lines were at first disappointing to people who bad been educated, toward gables and flying forms. The entrance is through the court. The vestibule is large and lofty, and gives the note of the house. It is lined with Siena marble, with a deep frieze of marble mosaic in upright slender floral forms. A crystal lamp hangs from the vaultt and broad marble step3 lead up to glittering glass doors that open into the main hall. The hall runs at right angles and into the central room of the drawing room suite at one end, and into the music room at the other. Here, it broadens and receives the widesweep of the marble stairway. As will be seen this length allows for thatrare thing in an American house, a -vista, in this case one that does not do violence to the ad jective palatial. The hall has superb pro portions, and it is floored, lined and ceiled with marble. But injustice to the archi tects and decorators one must add that the first impression is not of magnificence of material, but of color, light, gay, cheerful color. This is acquired very subtly, for there are no positive tints used. EVEN THE AIB COLORED. Some one has said that to go from this hall into the drawing room was to emerge from a bath of peaches and cream to one of strawberries and cream. This is a crude but effective way ot sujjgestine the two color effects and the peculiarity in each case is that the color does not seem to belong to the flat surfaces but to stain the air. In the hall it results from the two hucd marbles so inextricably mingled. In the drawing room it is a resultant tint irom manogany, white wood and the embroidered silken hangings. The drawing room consists of three rooms, or rather it is one room separated by panels and pillars into three divisions. The pil lars, pilasters and wainscoting are mahog any, but the wood is everywhere only the basis for ornament. This consists of light graceful designs, in inlays of white wood and mother of pearl, and amid its inter lacings the monogram H. V. The wall panels are hung with light yellow silk cov ered with an all-over design embroidered in red, or with these tints reversed. The furniture is upholstered in the same man ner. The mantels make panels of great beauty. -The inlays are fit for museum prices; the fire facings ore ot Mexican onyx. Such a room, as may be imagined, is suf ficient for itself, and is inhospitable for bric-a-brac, pictures, and the usual adorn ments of a drawing room. The dining- room is opposite the grand staircase and is entered through double oak doors? One end of the room is recessed by a perforated screen of oak into a small break fast room. The mantel is of Yerona marble copied from an old Italian piece, and has a procession of buffaloes covered in low relief as a frieze- The walls are wainscoted to the ceiling in small panels, plain, except where they merge into the frieze as German legends written in inlays. The ceiling is spanned by cross-beams, and within these are color decorations of garlands and women's faces executed by Mr. Francis H. Lathrop. J BEAUTIFUI. BOOBS. Among the beautiful and unusual details of this house are the doors leading from the dining room into the music room. These doors are of oak and over the surface venetial ornament is traced in small copper and brass nailsj The design at first does 'not annear. but at lencrth seema in npnotroj. the"lirrfdeceiit shceu'that plays above' the v waif OB wiv S Bwa writ surface. A pretty feature is the elevator, which -belongs' to a small cancald,hall. This hall may be entered from the vestibule, and is intended to be used on. gala occasions that guests may reach the dressing-rooms unobserved. These complete the state apart ments, bat the house throughout with the exception of a small boudoir, which is French, is carried out with the same care ful attention to consistency iu the detail. Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt'; dining room, as was remarked above, contains decoration: which, except in extent, parallels fifteenth century work. As decoration in kind had not been done before in our time, it was in evitably largely experimental, as will ap pear. That Mr. Yanderbilt should have consented to experiment carried on so luxuriously is not only to his credit, but re flects his confidence in the decorator, Mr. John La Farge. The dining room was intended to serve ia part for a picture gallery, as the lighting in dicates. The only side light is received from a small conservatory, which fronts oa the street The main light comes from an oblong panel in the ceiling', filled with opalescent glass, glass jewels introducing the only positive color. It is thfe .frame work of this panel which is in fact the rest of the ceiling that receives the decoration. It is made up of 14 oblong panels, inclcsed , between heavy oak beams, that are inlaid , with adouble Greek fret in mother of pearl. DECOBAT1VE AET. Four of these panels are alike. In the center is the head of Apollo, as the sua god, hammered from golden bronze. This " is surrounded by a wreath, of which the leaves are gTeen serpentine. At the end are Loves, modeled and carved in Siena marble and holding ribbons of mother of pearl. The panel, which is of white mahogany, is then . framed in a wreath of bronze and inclosed in an egg and tongue molding of old oak. Opposite the fireplace, which is paneled" to the ceiling, in old oak and ornamented with an interlacing design, inlaid in mother of pearl, is a" panel containing the date of erection in raised Boman numerals of ivory. At each end are wreaths of serpentine with berries of coral and ivory. In line with this, and on each side, axe two curious panels enlarged from some carved ivories preserved at Sens, France. These are - W EETD'S HOUSE. archaic designs of the sea and land. The sea is symbolized by curving lines of mother of pearl with Neptune and his trident and mermaids' modeled in ivory and metals. Busy little figures digging and carrying flower pots represent land. Three panels balance these on the oppo siteside. The middle panel has a Boman design, with a central ornament and large flowers inlaid with mother of pearl; on each side are clasped hands holding olive branches of green serpentine. Of the flankine panels one beara the word, "Hospitalitas," the other "Amicitia," in large raised letters of ivory, between leaves of serpentine and ber ries'of coral and ivory. These are bnt tributary to the four principal panels in which both beauty of design and magnifi cence of materials culminate. These inclose full length figures of Bacchus, Ceres, Pom ona and Actacon, modeled by Mr. Augustus St Gaudens and incorporated in the splen dor of marbles and metals with the ma hogany of the panels. PUEELT ITALIAN. Through a portiere of cloth of gold bor dered by Aeneais adventures in Carthaga after Baphael's cartoons and executed io embroidery, a corridor is reached leading to the smoking room. This corridor is purely Italian. It consists of a central V3uft and two arcades. The floor is laid in small mar ble mosaics, and the walls are covered with a light brownvelours over which a Vene tian design is traced in gold thread, and under the amber tinted ceiling light gives a beantiful sheeny surface. The arches rest on square pillars of Siena marble, yieldin" four T panels and four F panels. " Other panels contain paintings illus trating the seasons and four of the senses a series of lonely feminine types as unhack neyed as they are charming. In the semi circles at the ends are two large paintings. These are an allegorical representation. A "Dawn" in a chariot drawn bytwo horses with "Loves" as runners, and Venus is in a boat drawn through a sedgy stream by "Loves" pulling with mimic strength. These paintings are by Mr. La Farge. The room is lighted by an oblong panel in the vault and with the intention of using the corridor as a gallery for water colors. Maei Gay Husiphbexs. WHAT'S IN A NAME? From the Follovrlnir Ic Will bo Seen That It Depends Cpon the Name, NewYork Scnj What's in a name depends upon the name. Aitnougn not generally known, John Eyszcznski is'a Hoboken shoe dealer, and Nathan Welschkenbaum- makes cloaks in Bayard street, while Ludwig Jablonows ki and Samuel Schimkowitski amuse them selves and the public by making propagan da. Nor is this alL Joseph Prysbjlski plucked up enough courage recently to ac cept a nomination for a local office in De troit Althouch Mr. Prysbjlski was not elected, he managed to get the whole town worked up to a frenzy, by the effort to pro nonnce hi pnnTinnfi. rna trA ;a nnw ta. - -..w..-w, UAIUE UG . " " . iaied to Air.xitacowowitchky, the Milwau kee labor innronlict -!. nnt lum. nmt ftrdsrt . - ,:.. . -' -" --. -o- iu a political convention and cooiiy an-y nonnced that, since no delegate thought fitjr to nominate himora county office, heJoofcfT great-pleasure in'presenting his own name. Last, but not least, Joe Cboyinski is a San Francisco prize fighter and a hard bitterS Preparc'd for Iho Frar Farmer Billings Well, boys, goia'-cobji huntin'? Mr Bliss No, sah; not teridayv ffe't been requested ter go dowri terHMistah, quesieu rer go Clown terMlStaDj s ter help hira,floe;ifalele'roM, his'n. Juo'flfl- J" 'f s. jr-rinaers mewl ob 1
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