Pittston Gazette

              Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. PITTSTON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY. AFCCST 12. ls«(2 ESTABLISHED 1850. i VOL,. XLIII. NO. 1. f A Weekly Local and Family Journal. {".'"a'EJAcS™1 and how glad to see yon were not hurt." Then, turning languidly. "And now. Carroll, will you take me to the carriage? Somebody can call Mr. Knowles. GoCh1 night. Mrs. Berrien. -Do come and see me." And, taking Mr. Brewster's nnoffered arm, she led him down the brightly lighted and observant room. other to follow in ten hours—Just as soon as cars can be provided. Btirrien, you will lead off." with his troop, and mine does not go." said Ridgeway, proffering his arm. The girl hesitated one moment, half oiinging to her mother's side, and casting one swift, appealing glance into her face. kenyon. You here? Well, you were right after all, weren't yon? I've iuvt been over to the hospital to see to"the held chests." "Weren't you in here just now?" asked and breakfast I have, sir, but it was at the office now mil form iiml rius r it after arid the quartermaster spoke tip at once so that Lieutenant Brewster could do •\OTES FROM BILL NYE place over toward BUtmore, tbtis leaving the grand stand to ainane itself by playing beanbag to the music of the Skyland Silver Cornucopia band. The field marshals* were pretty plenty and looked well on their nice ambling steeds. The Sir Knights also looked ferocious, especially one of them called Little Lord Fauntleroy,. who wore a velveteen waist and knee panties and rod# a livery horse costing three dollars par day. ward For a moment not a-word from anybody; then the major spoke: Precious little sloop lias there been this night— no time among the men, no inclination atnong t His well is doing quite well "How much time have we, sir?" "Yes. daughter, we'll go home at once," vu the low toned answer as Mrs. Berrien took old Kenyon'e arm, and with bowed head moved toward the iteira. her escort eagerly, volubly explaining to her that he felt sure the obfcct of the sadden more was merely to Dverawe the Indians by a display of force. "It is exactly what was done here with such success a few years ago, Mrs. Berrien. The Cheyennes were wild for an outbreak, and Sheridan simply called in troops from everywhere, and when the Indians saw the great array of cavalry and infantry they caved at once. Never had to tire a shot, madam. And that's the proper way to handle this matter. That's what thiH means. The Sioux will b« so disheartened they won't dare resist even if orders are given to disarm them—God forgive me the lie!" be mattered under his breath. "Of coarse it's exasperating to think of the Twelfth being sent so far away at such a time, bat better now, believe me, than later, after those misguided wretches had had a chance to jump." Kenvon Berrien turned back into the parlor 'L5ess, dear. 1 must rnn over to Holden s a moment. Will yon not go up to Wini fred? She is not lying down at all." AT PRESENT, "1 cannot telL Youlload up the moment the railway company can get a train here. They have'plenty»of engines and cars at ,the junction and ought to be able to furnish what wemeed.by daybreak. Meantime youtwill have to rouse your men, pack up everything that is not to be taken, cook'three days' rations and be ready to get the horses aboard. Go at it as quietly as possible. f want nobody at the hop to know of the*orders. Let the dance go on. Your men must take all their blankete and the heaviest clothing they have. No one knows what may be in store for-us either in Curs or fighting." "ft Nol Not for ten minutes." and daughters wljo had devoutly thanked heaven that only the first battalion was to go were soon nndeoeired and found that hut ten hours' respite women Wives "Well, some one was here—upstairs and down. both. 1 called twice and (jot no answer. Out 1 saw a man and heard the steps. Thought it was you." "Rolfe, perhaps. He was in the road just Ik yond our gate as I came hack, but 1 thought ho had just come from his company quarters." A Letter from a Texan Cowboy Wishing Followed by the sergeant. Berrien entered Holden's gate and gave a whack at the Open hall door as he passed m liolfe's voice was the first thing he heard. It was tremulous with excite- *o Be Informed on Certuin Questions. Tho Sad Story of a Pair of Tan Col- CHAPTER V. was to be theirs. (VI1 the night lot; oorrmcNT, Mtt, mr j. •. lifpincott company, ano MSUtMie IT MtOIAl ARRANBIMINT WITH TMDH 1 11*? note of preparation could bp heard in barracks ami in quarters. The colonel, with his adjutant and quartermaster, hardly left the office at all. Herrien bustled from barracks to his home, from there to stables. At two o'clock, finding all his own campaigning kit in per feet readiness, and Winifred and her mother still huddling over the parlor fire, he noted the [tailor in his daughter's face, the deep trouble in Iter pathetic eyes, and, taking her in his arms, he kissed her fondly again and again. ored Shoes. [Copyright, 1892, by Edgar W. Nye.] The officers of the day were so that while they were trying to keep the peasantry back several of them got run into and severely injured. One Sir Knight fell from his horse, and the brute, it is said, stepped on his panoply. I did not hear how the tournament came out, for it got so late that I had to go home and do the chores right after the trial heat and just as the show wss being moved again toward Bnsbee. I do not care to be a Sir Knight. I would rather sit in a hammock and  the flies off the Queen of Love and Beauty. I can ride a hammock longef and with more grace than I can a tall horse with his tongue oat and froth onto him. [CONTINUED.] uicnt Buck Shoals, N. C. Times here are quiet, but the weather lias Ix-en cool and delightful in the western North Carolina mountains, and health—coarse, ruddy health—may be seen on every hand. "Miss Berrien's fan," said Brewster, bowing a moment later before her mother. "I was charged to place it in your hands." His heart was beating high. The music seemed thrilling, throbbing through his veins. ITe longed to hold forth both hands and say: "Read my secret. Know my heart! I love her! oh, I love herl" But there sat Mrs. Van Ness, the banker's wife, with broad sympathy and approval glowing in her good natured face. "If it hud been Kolfe he would have answered, 1 should think." said Kenyon. "Besides, the figure and the footsteps wore those of a much lighter man." "If Colonel Farqtihar will but give me authority to search one room in this post 1 will guarantee that 1 can find that picture and name the thief— He broke off short at sight of Berrien Holden rose, hospitably urging the major to join them in a cup of coffee, but tier rien proceeded at once to business. said Holden, his thoughts instantly reverting to the event of the week before. "Did you see him?" Water was struck in my well in paying quantities a short time since, and tomorrow I will go down into it to wash t ft' the powder stains and kalsomine Again dead silence, broken only by the rapid clicking of the telegraph instrument in the adjoining room and the soft, melodious strains borne on the wings of the whispering night wind. Another waits, and one which she had promised him he should have the latter half of, thought Brewster. Even now he listened yearningly to recognise the ■train. Aye, he might haw* known it! her favorite of all, "Love'aPreamlanrt." "Major Kenyou. a sergeant of my battalion is in charge of the tire apparatus here, but is most anxious to go with us He says it will lie allowed if yon can name one of your men—a noncommis sioned officer—to take his place at once Yon will do uie a very great favor if you will." "1 saw a figure pass across the light stBeaming from the sitting room door. Then 1 heard the step up stairs while I stood in your room, and then very quick, light steps on the stairs—some one coming down like a streak, now that 1 think of it." "Go to your room now. little daughter," he said huskily; "go. clear, and try to Bleep. 1 will not leave without coining to say bye-bye. just as 1 alwaysdid." She shivered ajid hid her face and clung to his neck, saving no word, shedding no tear. Gently he unclasped her hand.-. I "Ah, Mr. Brewster, it wasn't easy to give up half that dance—was it, now? Why do you do such things in the army?" "How long ago?" "There were only four waltzes, Mrs. Van Ness," smiled Mrs. BeiTfcht. "Mr. Brewster had had one and had claimed this, and Mr. Ridgeway had hail npne at all, and Winifred and I both thought he ought not to be denied entirely. It is the only round dance he knows." "Not more than a minute before you got here." "Certainly I can." answered Kenyon Stoutly. "Is your man there? Call htm in. Sergeant Griggs, of 15 company will be just the man. and 1 know his company commander will make no olD jection." Once I hod a fierce horse with a flushing eye apd bright red gooms, bat he tried to go through a barbed wire teace with me, and when he got through he was short several vital organs. I passed over the fence describing an arc. I described it at the hospital after I regained my senses, such as they were. Bat Mrs. Berrien had lived, heaven only knows how, through inauy a similar experience. She had seen time and again her husband's command harried forth on the trail or across the path of savage foe. Never yet had they returned unscathed, never yet without serious loaa of officers and men. She could only bow her head the lower while her lips moved in silent prayer. Just as they reached the gate a tall form came spring ing after them through the darkness, and Brewster's voice was heard: "Yes. iny chilli, do as 1 bid you how; 1 waht to speak .with mother awhile." And then reluctantly she turned, but the one brief look into Ins eves was so full of wordless sorrow that lie was for an instant unmanned. "My little girl! my little Winnie! don't look at your old daddy that way!" he almost sobbed, as again he threw his arm around her, leading her to the stairs. "Wo won't lDe gone long. We're all coming back, dear: and we'll have a lovely Christmas, and you shall have the jolliest kind of a party, pet. Cut be a brave little woman now. It—it 11 all come right." Siie turned with quick convulsive sob and threw herself upon his breast, again twining her soft arms about his neck, her beautiful dark hair streaming in rippling, shimmering masses down over the creamy white wrapper. The burst of tears would have been a blessed relief, but it riever came. A quick, soldierly tread was heard on the plank walk with out. and then springing up the steps Even before the rat-tat-tat at the door she had torn herself from his arms and sped like a startled fawn upthe carpeted stair. But the colonel was speaking again: "Of conrse you will do well tto weed out any sick or ineffective# you' may have. It is going to be a bitter campaign, and after our summer and fall under southern suns will be all the tough*r. Holden will go with your command. Berrien, and I have sent for him. Hose Are your four troop commanders: so j*ou may as well give your instructions at) once and let them get to work." "By Jove, I'm going to look into this!" said Hoi den quickly. "Of course you've heard of the excitement we had here. Bring that candle, will you? I'll take the lamp." Up the stairs they went— up to the landing where Nita Guthrie had her mysterious .fright and fall. The door of the room she occupied was ojjeu. All was darkness within. Holden, followed by Kenyoti, entered, and they set their lights upon a table. The side window was shut and barred, the south windows as firmly closed. Everything looked neat and undisturbed, but cold and deserted. No sign of an intruder for a moment to the eyes of either man. Then of a sudden Holden made a spring for the toilet table, seized a small silver frame and stood glaring at it. "Come in here, sergeant," called Ber rien, and cap in hand the dark eyed dark haired trooper, on whose lip the mustache was again beginning to bris tie, stood silently before them. Saying no word, Brewster had dropped behind Mrs. Berrien's chair. "He doesn't know that any too well," ■aid Mi*. Van Ness to herself. "Where could he have learned to dance?" Tho door was crowded at the moment and unusually slippery, so that re %rsing or avoidance of collision was rendered the more difficult even for experts. Twice had Ridgeway bumped into somebody or other without grievous disaster, but now, as lock would have it, came catastrophe. A tall form pCiwed acro*s the illumined space an Kenyon drew near. North Carolina has a beggar lady who is known m the Flower Girl of the of the Sky. In the springtime she sells trailing arbntns that has been a good while on the trail. Later on she aellf laurel and goldenrod to people who ait new here and want to do good or elerat* the lower classes. It is Mr. Thomas Hughes who aska in "Tom Brown at Oxford," "Which is the true—aye, and the brave—man, he who trembles before a woman or he before whyni a woman trembles?" There are li/en who could have found it no difficult matter to flatly decline to serve even as temporary escort to a woman so evidently bent on mischief—who could have rebuked then and there the assumption of intimacy and proprietorship which if unchallenged might mean disaster. Brewster did neither. She read him well enough to see that, though he was too indignant to permit himself to speak, he was also too much of a gentleman to snub her. Bravely therefore she bore her part, keeping up an animated How of meaningless words until fairly out of the hoproom, then promptly shifting to that feminine coigne of vantage wherein lies woman's greatest strength —a gush of silent tears. She knew too much to add reproaches, accusations, angry that would have given him something to answer, something to overthrow. It is only when a woman weeps, silently, desolately, showing no anger, making no charge, that she has man at her mercy. Utterly false as was the position in which she had placed Brewster before the garrison world at this moment, he actually did not know but that he might be blamable for all— that he might bev much less sinned against than sinning. He was no fool, only so mnch of one as the strongest of his kind sometimes become in the hands of the softer sex. Samson had his Delilah; Hercules. Omphale; Belisarius, poor devil, had both Antonia and Theodora."Are yon well etiongb to go. my man?" spoke up H olden on the iuatant. "You look very pale, if not ill." y "You have heard the colonel's orders, gentlemen; I do not know of anything 1 have to add. Start oat your cfirst norgoanta and the cooks at once, and tot Um men pack without unnecessary "i hurried tack to the hoproom, Miss Winifred, only to find you gone. 1 had expected to escort yoJiiome. You have heard the news? You know our orders have comer He glared at Ridge way, M much as to say, "Leave, nan: you are one too many, as you ought to see." Bat the junior lieutenant stoutly held his ground, nor did Winifred withdraw her hand from his arm. "1 am perfectly well, doctor, and I am eager to xo. 1 suppose I'ui a little cold and excited." Early in the spring the Flower Girl )f the Land of the Sky ran oat of wormess apples with which she had been (applying the trade in winter and went Dn the road for the purpose of begging, is she found times dnll at her home in ILsherille owing to a temporary sag in ■eal estate. So she took to the Hendertonville road, sleeping at evening wher- "Then give my compliments to the quartermaster at once and say Sergeant" Griggs. of the infantry, will take yonr duty," said Kenyon quietly. A DREAM OF THE FUTCHK. noise. 1 will give all further details as soon as Colonel Farqnhar and I have lad a few moments' conference." Again the telegraph operator with a dispatch. same. I shall put in puipping works in September and lay a wire screen to keep the largest of the children from falling into it and giving a chalybeate taste to the water. In the effort to check himself suddenly just as he seemed shooting into contact with a slender light battery man whom he could not have touched had he tried, thfe young fellow's feet flew from under him. Left to herself, Winifred would no more have fallen than a bird. Drowning men clutch at straws and poor, rich Kidgeway's instant impulse on feeling himself going was to clasp her the tighter, dragging her with him in his ignominious crash. His tumble was bad enough, though he was unhurt, hut hers was worse. With violent shock her head struck the polished floor and the room swam around. A dozen meu flew to aid her, bat Brewster seemed to nave seen it coming, ne leaped tnrougn the air and, bending over the prostrate Ridgeway, had her np in his strong arms and over at the window before another hand could touch her. Ellis muttered, "Thank you, sir' faced about and hurried from the room "What's the matter?" asked Kenyon. "By Jove! look here!" "Don't you see?" was the answer, a's the doctor held the face of the frame toward him, empty and gaping. "Nita Guthrie's photograph was in this frame and on that bible just l»efore the hop began when I was up here, and where is it now?" -Was -that man in the hall when I was talking and you came in? asked Kolfe, in his quick, decided way Berries hare been very plenty this season, straw, black and whortle, at five cents per honest quart. They are very fine indeed, and grow in great profusion everywhere. I never saw a country so well provided with berriee and small fruits. Everything in the way of fruit and colored people grows almost spontaneously here. One pickaninny seems to call for another, as I heard a man say in Buncombe county not long since. "1 thought so," said Farqnhar. "Marray, the division superintendent, was with us in the Shenandoah and at Fire Forks. He wires that the train will be here at five o'clock at the latest—two engines, twenty freight or cattle cars, two baggage cars, four passenger day cars and a Pullman. It is eleven now. If anything is wanted yotfll find me here." "I have heard; yes, it seems very sudden," was all she could or would say, and the dark eyes were shrouded from hit longing gate. "I don't know," answered Berrien sur prised. "1 think tie followed me up the steps and was standing at the door " ' rver night overtook her. Returning from California three yean igo, I bought at Spokane Fails a pair ol can colored shoes made of undressed elk' skin. They were very comfortable, though perhaps a little too pronounced 1 wore them here last year during the tennis season, so that they were well known west of Salisbury and along the Richmond and Danville read. This summer the Flower Girl of the Land of the Sky (who is no longer young, she and the war of 1818 having been brought on together), in her tour of Buncombe county and the French Brood, paused at our house and, appealing to us for aid, showed that her feet were almost out and also that her limbs were barely healed np after being apparently very much injured, so that when I saw them I turned away and buried my face in my hands. Now, thought I, is a fine opportunity to do good. So I gave her my tan shoes and a pair of long bicycle hose, and than read a book while she put them en. Jm M f j. A a I nothing that may JgM 1 jj I WJjj on, which is now Tie Pbilan- tjfl u for ' J 5- IjUjjTffX&WjSjZRu , £ w* jUM heql KEEPING nuts OFF THK QUERN. Soon after that she got more forehanded and traveled in the ears. Now In almost every mail I get several letters ind quite a lot of postal cards, saying " a Flower Girl is wearing my tan ihoes and bicycle hose, but that the writer will not say anything regarding t if I will send on cigars, etc. Last week I got telegrams from all ilong the line of road to Charleston signed by friends and saying: "Beggar ady wearing your undressed tan shoes ind bicycle hose passed here at 9:85 a. m., xDund south. Do you know of it? Shall *e turn her over to the authorities?" It is said that the sweetest'Joy in this earthly life, akin only to this joy of a •elestial reward at the close of a pur* ind noble life, is to do a kindness in se- "Well be off by daybreak, 1 fear. 1 oannot hope to see you again before we have to go," he went on desperately. "Why do you ask, Holfe?' queried Holden, closely studying his face "It is Mr. Brewster," said Mrs. Ber rien, in low tone, quickly. Berrien threw open the door. "Anything for a pretest to come here again," he muttered angrily to himself, as he confronted the unwelcome intruder. It was Brew ster. "Won't yon come in, Mr. Brewster?" called Mrs. Berrien from the steps. "You and Mr. Ridgeway can spare a moment, can you not? Oh, Dick, here yon are I" she cried, as with quicjc, energetic step the major sprang acres the road and appeared under the dim light of the garrison lamp, and back to the gate she sped to meet him and to twine her arm in his. CHAPTER VI. * "Because, if he was. the search 1 spoke of would now be useless." / f : Back again into the chill night air, under the shining, starry vault, Berrien and his four troop leaders paused for a moment on the gravel walk. [TO BF. CONTINUED. ] In Church. - And what are we to do with the race , problem at the south? Everywhere I hear that question, especially where there are no colored people. Hence there seems to be no more probability of a race difficulty than there was when the first shipment of colored people was received from the coast of Guinea. There are no strikes where colored labor is employed. Wages are very moderate, and while a state militia has to be called ant now and then in cities where there is no race question, the south, with all her former woes, has had very little trouble of that nature. "Major Berrien, the colonel's compli ments, and he desires yon to know that the train will be here at fonr instead of five." And Brewster's eyes glanced but an instant into those of his superior and then went wandering longingly over his shoulder. "Mamma," whisjDered a little boy, who had watched the preacher vigorously pound the pulpit cushion for some time". "Sh!" "Hazlett, 1 suppose yon will need tosee Mrs. Hazlett home, and you, Thorpe. Better go and rouse your sergeants first, then come back to the hoproom; bat, mind you, not a word there. Rolfe, you and Brewster are among the blessed tonight; you have ao wives to break the news to. I will give your subalterns the tip to report to you just at soon as we break np." "Quick, Hunt, some waterf" he ordered, his teeth firmly set. Then how his eyes softened as he looked down into her pallid face! "Oh, my darling, my darling!" he murmured in that little, shell like ear; and then, with wjld anxiety in her eyes, Mrs. Beirien burst through the sympathetic circle. "I'll say good night, ladies," said Kenyon. "Ill call in in the morning to see if 1 can be of any service. Now I must trot over and help Holden to pack." And, unrestrained, went. "Brewster, Ridgeway. 1 won't ask you in now. Von have much to attend to and bnt little time. Enn in, Winifred," •aid the major. "I'll be with yon at the barracks in a few moments, gentlemen." "SliI sh'. You mustn't talk in church." "I only wanted to say that if I was that cushion I'd"  "Sh!" "But, mamma, I "1 had already heard it. sir Yon have everything ready?" "1 beg pardon, then, for disturbing you, major. 1 have just left the col one), and he thought you might not have heard. Yes, sir. everything will be ready, though the rations are not yot cooked." "I'd be all black and blue by this time," he-squeaked.—Texas Sif tings. Three hands went to the cap visor in salute, three officers turned away. Warren, the adjntant, came hurrying oat. It was all over in a moment. The music never ceased. She was stunned only for an instant, and then, though Mrs. Berrien would have interposed, like the little heroine she was, Winifred was on her feet and holding out her hand to poor, besrildered. miserable Ridgeway.Traveling Ik Kxpensive. The colored man will yet prove no doubt a blessing when new industries open up in the south, and with his wonderful powers of imitation and quickness to learn all sorts of manual work he is most assuredly a safer man to employ, if he could have, the training, than a fire eating, disturbing, dynamiting outcast from Europe. "Oh, major, Colonel Farqnhar begs that yoa will step in a moment." It was bad enough to have her shrink to the opposite side of the carriage the instant he bad assisted her in and there give way to apparently uncontrollable weeping; it was bad enough to have to Atand there for a moment or two until the lady's long suffering spouse should be, hunted up (he had been having a cigar with one or two of the elders in the sanctity of the little smoking room); but what made matters simply intolerable was that just at the foot of the stairs, under the "firoad gallery, just where the lantern onybe big pillar would shine full upon uiinself and his lachrymose partner, stood Major Berrien in earnest conversation Captain Rolfe, and both glanced quickly but searchingiy at him and at ber, raising their forage caps in silent salntation, and turned away. Poor Curly! As in duty bound, he leaned into the carriage, not too ardently begging the weeping dame to say what had so distressed her, but she would not reply."Ton had something to say. Brewster?" asked the major coldly. Slowly bat obediently Winifred stepped forward. "Then be ready to get your horses aboard the moment F has finished load ing. Anything else. Air Brewster? Poor fellow, there was something elsesomething that filled heart and soul and dominated every thought. Gazing wistfully np the stairs. Iris sad eyes had caught oqftiihmpse of that white, fleet ing form, one glimjise of tlie lovely pallid face all framed in dark, falling tresses, as, clinging to the balustrade. Winifred turned, unable to resist the longing to hear what he might have tCD »ay. "Good night, Mr. Ridgeway," she murmured, holding ont her little hand. "Thank yon very much." "Yes, sir, 1—1 hope to harry back in time to escort Miss Berrien home." "Bat come, we must finish the dancc," she said, and in so ■saying riveted the chains of his serfdom. "No, don't trouble yourself. Ill attend to that. You have other matters to occupy yon." And if ever • father's tone signified that dismissal was intended, and that further attentions were forbidden. Berrien's did as he abruptly turned, leaving Brewster stunned a,nd silent at the edge of the parade. Berrien stood impatiently at the gate, as though to see her safely through. With trembling lips Brewster spoke as he sprang to her side. "Qoodby. Don't forget," was all he could murmur as be seized her hand, clinging to it one miserable moment with both his own. I hope I am saying weaken my social posit the wonder and the de have examined it, but thropist like Mr. Carat would start a colored the training of young the trades, so that" a ] pendent race might ha make the disturbing e] tion and be a great anC plauded by God and hi "I wouldn't dance with him again," said Mrs. Vance, who had an opinion to express on every snbject. "Why, he almost broke her head." "if she didn't she'd break his heart. Mrs. Vance," was old Kenyon's reply, as be watched the scene. "That girl's a tody." It was Iirevstcr. In ten minntea lights were r"vt"g like will-o'-the-wisps about the galleries of the men's quarters, bounding footsteps could be heard, and the low, brief orders of the sergeants as they went flitting from door to door. Then half suppressed exclamations, an occasional smothered yell of excitement or delight from some enthusiastic Paddy ever ready for a frolic or a fight Then a gradually swelling murmur of voices, the rapid scurry of booted feet, a clattering up and down the stairways, the slamming and banging of barrack doors, the dragging forth of heavy chests and boxes, the clank of a dropped saber, and then people at the hoproom, strolling out on the broad veranda for fresh air or flirtation, became aware of the unusual illumination over across the parade, and listening heard the sounds of bustle and preparation. And then lights began to pop up among the windows of the second battalion, where the news bad rapidly spread, and where dozens of troopers tumbled out of their blankets and into their boots forthwith and went charging en masse upon their own sergeants to know what it meant that "them fellers in the first battalion had had orders to be up and getting and none had come for us." "Goodby," the said. In low, tremuiotu tone, knit withdrawing her Land, withholding, her glance. The major threw hia arm about her and almost throat her through the gate. Pallid and wan the first faint gleam of the coming day was stealing slowly into the eastern skies. Far away down the broad valley the mist was creeping from the slow moving, silent stream. Peace and'slumber and solitude hovered over the wide acres where the taaseled com had waved in the summer breeze ami the bearded rye and bristling wheat had ripened and bleached under the fervid touch of the summer sun. In the barnyards and sheds the cattle still crouched, drowsing and huddling for warmth. In the orchards and among the maples and beeches the bluebirds and jays and be lated robins still perched among the autumn leaves, their heads tucked away under sheltering wings. Under dew laden hedgerows the mother bird nestled her little brown brood, and Bob White stiU dozed away the dark hour that precedes the dawn. All over the placid, populous valley without the reservation lines the wings of night were spread All through the streets of the thriving county town only the tread of the watch man waked the echoes, only the glimmer of his lamp was seen. The waning moon, a dim, mist bedraggled crescent, had peeped up over the shadowy forest down the eastward valley and climbed slowly toward a sheltering bank of cloud and there seemed to halt and hide "Nothing—nothing more, 1 believe, sir." And, mechanically raising his hand in salute, jioor Curly turned away, the door promptly closing behind him. Stingray Pote (a gnide)—You have reached the highest point of the mountain ami the view is supposed to be the finest in the World. (After a pause.) 1 seen a $."D00 bill in your pocketbook didn't I? "Am I not to be honored tonight, Mr. Brewster?" said a low voice in his ear as he stood silent, anxious, preoccupied by Mrs. Berrien's side, his eyes following Winifred about the room. The very intonation made him turn cold. "It is good night only, not goodby, Mr. Brewster," said Mrs. Berrien, kindly forgetting her own misery for the moment in the contemplation of the woe in hia face. Then they hurried within doom, Winifred drooping before them, and then the door cloeed and Brewster and Eidgeway stood there confronting each other nnder the light. For a moment neither spoke. Berrien came back into the parlor clinching his fists. speechless indigna don in his face. Mrs. Berrien saw the mmistakable signs. and. though in hot neart she felt full of sympathv flff Brewster, she knew it best to say uorh ing now. There is little news h ty, except that it has nC began this letter, and Transylvania county, w ply us with butter fro until our arid cow shouli and who has never beei dropped in to say that ] milk than he needed hi be glad to supply us next spring. Traveler—Don't mention it. my deal fellow; I didn't intend to give you so much when 1 started, but I suppose it's, all right: yon know your own business best. I'm only $1!)3.7"i out anyhow.— Life. "I beg your pardon, Mrs. Knowles; 1 law only a moment ago that you were here." She was leaning on her husband's arm. ■"Not half a bad fellow if he is a blind fool," said those of his own sex who knew him. Years her senior, he was yet her slave. Witness his coming out from town this late November night solely at her behest to attend a dance to which neither was bidden. "If I thought it as yon said." he hoarsely spoke at last, 'if I thought that fellow li;id been trifling with Win nie while all the time carrying on tin* Faugh! it makes me feel as though I couhl throttle hunt" Anil Borrion (strode up and down the cozy room beating one brawny fist into the palm of the other hand. Possibly she thought he might yet be induced to clamber in after her, and there in the dark interior tenderly beseech her to speak; but he was all eagerness to hasten back to the hoproom. If he could but have speech with Mrs. Berrien a moment, he might make her understand the situation; she had always been cordial and sympathetic. But it was three or four minutes, perhaps, before Knowles came, thanked him for his • attention to his wife, stepped in, and—how har tears were explained to her liege lord nobody knows. Somebody who knew her, however. was mean enough to suggest that they were of the theatrical and controllable order, and, as Randolph expressed it. "she braced up and grinned as soon as Curly was left behind." "Have yon lost your crossed sabers?" said Brewster finally, noting that the handsome cap badge of solid gold which Ridgeway ordinarily wore upon the front of hia forage cap was now missing. The Tables Turned. Mr. and Mrs. Billiger McSw.at were packing their things for a trip tcf the seaside. The following item I take from the Skyland Advance, published at Skyland. this state: "We must not forget your bathing suit, Lobelia," said Mr. McSwat. "It isn't tucked into any of these slippers. that the "Ah, I wonder yon saw at all, my friend, with that vision before your eyes; and I presume that was why you had no time to come in person with yonr invitation." "Mo; 1 took it off to pin Miss Berrien's wrap about her throat." Tlio other day as we were taking a walk, a motherly blue hen sailed down upon us with her hair standing on end. We knocked her over with a strip of bark and fired two atones at her and she retreated and talked about tt the rest of the day. .She mistook us for the editor of that proof sheet affair, which has had to suspend publication because they lost a letter s, who she could run all over town. "But. Richard dear, why do you think there has been anything serions between him and this— this woman? I think she deliberately assumed that manner at the hop tonight. I think she called him 'Carroll! solely for Winifred's iDetielit and mine. I saw how astonished and annoved he was." A moment more Brewster stood as though be would ask another question, then abruptly tamed and plunged into flif darkness. is it?" I think not, Billiger." "If it should be overlooked, though," he said, with crushing sarcasm, "I can carry it in my watch pocket." "Thank you, dear." "No Invitations are sent o it fc these little dances, Mrs. Knowles "* "There, there, I'm not g»ing to np- Meantime Major Kenyon had trudged up the row toward Holden's quarters. Already the lights were beginning to gleam from the various bouses around the big quadrangle of the parade, where a dosen of the cavalry officers were now busily engaged in preparation for the sudden more. Over at the hospital, too, the lamps were being lighted in the steward's room and the dispensary. Holden's hall door stood wide open. The hall itself was dark, but a lamp was alight in the sitting room, and that door, too, was wide open. A tall form passed across the illumined space as Kenyon drew near. He stopped for a moment at the gate, listening to the sound of bustle, the whistling and singing of the men at the barracks. "Hardship, hunger, privation, suffering ahead of them, even if they don't have hard fighting," be mattered to himself. "In thirty-six hoars they'll be freezing, poor devils, for pot a man in the battalion has a winter and just hear them laugh and sipg, U though the world had no joy (ike soldiering! God guard them—and these poor wives and sweethearts here. Why isn't it my lot to go instead of Berrien's? Who the devil would shed a tear for me?" He shook himself together and frapnped heavily into the gate and up tb# step*. Mrs. McSwat meekly kept on packing. At last the trunks were filled, locked and firmly strapped, and with the valises were sent to the station in an ex- This shows that even in Skyland there are bickerings and jealousies among journalists unworthy the age in which we live. braid yon here. Mr. Knowles. would you get me a glass of water? Mr. Brewster, will you not present me to Mrs. Berrien? We have exchanged calls, but But Berrien held up a warning hand •'She came down the stairs weeping and he striving to soothe her She was «ntD bing aloud when he put her in the car riage. Rolfe and I both saw and heard Don't tell me there wasn't anything IhD tween them. Very possibly he does vvantfto make up to Winifred now hut damn him! he shan'r 1 won't have tiei degraded by any such offer, if I have to send her and you to Europe to get iiei away from him. ft is no imagination Bess; 1 tell yon I know Why. only this morning she sent him a new picture ol herself; and as for calling him Carroll for our benefit, that's what she calls hijn in her letters, and 1 can prove it" Will the class please parse the sentence, "She mistook us for the editor of that proof sheet affair, which has had to suspend publication because they loet a letter s, who she could run all over town?" I have not yet had the pleasure." What could he do? The request was as audible to Mrs. Berrien as to him, and, even as she spoke, Mrs. Knowles passed around in front of him so as altaost to face the major's wife, taking the introduction as a matter of course. Be glanced appealingly at Mrs. Berrien aa he murmured the name. He blessed her in his heart of hearts for the calm courtesy with which she greeted the local celebrity. He bit his lips with Vexation at Mrs. Knowles' very first In less time than it takes to tell it the tidings spread from porch to hall that "something was up," and other people, men and women, old officers and young, matrons and maids, quit their places in the Lancers and came streaming forth upon the gallery. "What's the matter?" "Is it fire? I heard no alarm." "The trumpets haven't sounded." "Seel there's the orderly trumpeter going across the parade now, running to the office." "Why, the office Is lighted too." "Where's Warren?* "What does it mean?" These and dozens of other verbal conjectures and suggestions flew from lip to lip. Men excused themselves to their fair partners, seized their caps, slurried pway down the steps and sped oyer toward the lights at headquarters. A dozen or more suddenly disappeared jn this way, and then it was found that the colonel and Berrien and Hazlett and Thorpe and Brewster, too, were all missing. And then Mrs. Thorpe's fpice was heard wailing out upon the night air: "Oh. Mrs. Berrienl Ml* PerrienI I know what it we»fls. f sa?y the telegraph operator fioming up jthja steps, ft's orders—orders for the field-" Puffing and panting, a long, loug train had wound under the wooded bluffs and was hissing at the station platform at the foot of the curving road that led to the broad plateau of the fort. And now lights were dancing and gleaming everywhere along the train; men in cavalry overcoats and topboots were busily, rapidly, silently leading horse after horse up the wooden ramps, or chutes. u.nd inVD the dark depths of the cattle • are. Many a trooper stopped a moment his natter strap to Che rail ana murmured a few caressing, reassuring words to his wondering charger, patting him on neck or shoulder and striving to explain to him how it happened that he was stirred out from his warm stab*" at this unseemly hour and marched iuio a prison pen on wheels behind those black, hissing monsters up ahead. Silence and order and discipline prevailed. Only when some excitable, nervous steed balked and refused to climb the chute was there unusual sound. Then the sharp crack of the stable sergeant's whip and astern "Hup there!" brought the brute to his senses, and he plunged along up the wooden ramp, his iron shod hoofs thnndering on the boards, his trooper's arms nearly wrenched from their sockets. press wagon l be instant tne carriage rouea away Brewster turned and sped up the stairs. At the very top he met the colonel coming hastily a brown telegraph envelope in his hand, the soldier operator, with a look of repressed excitement on bis face, close at his heels. "Now, Lobelia," said Billiger, looking at his watch, "we have just one hour to dress for the journey." cret and have it discovered by the public, bat this is different. I vat telling my physician about the Flower Girl awhile ago, and how my heart bled for her when my wife told me how th* limbs of the poor thing had been barbed and battered by travel through the briers and woods. "I have nothing to do, my dear, but to put on my wraps. I am all ready." With the active assistance of his wife he managed to dress himself on time. They locked the back doors, examined the fastenings of the windows, ami as they went through the liall toward the front door Mr. McSwat looked hurriedly about to see it anything had been for- "Why didn't vou sav so?' The following letter lias been received from a Texas cowboy, whose name is suppressed 'Come with me. Brewster," said Farquhar, in preoccupied but positive manner "Morgan, find the adjutant and quartermaster, and say that I wish to see them at the office." Beaumont, Tex., July 2Q. .Mr. E. W. Nye; "Tea," he said, "I took an interest in her, too, and examined her injuries. My diagnosis wad that she had tarred her legs to excite sympathy. She does thai every spring." Mr Dear Sir—I have a friend over at Beaumont who take a newspaper which publishes vonr most highly pleasing letters, and hesnmetimes brings them out to the ranch for we fellows to read, and we have a regular mule-bray laugh when we look at your pictures and read about your chicken* and yonr well and your farming and your neighbors. We imagine you are quite a nine and polished gentleman and would like to have you visit us, that is if you ever leave home. Our rauch is on Alligator Bayou, and we boys have had a great deal of fun this Spring branding and marking our stock, which consist of tvuv, horses, mules and their descendants: and as we are about throngh for this season, and as it has been the custom for two of us to get a leaf of absence each summer, aid as this is the summer fur Jim Rakestraw and me would like to know of you, if yonr part of the country is a summer resort, and if so, how should a cowboy dress to come among you, and further inore would it be in keeping with propriety, should I come, if you said so, to bring my spurs and riding habit, quirt, saddle and lassoe, and show those tab iieku) what a native Teramn is and what he can do with ; horse. vords: "1 could not resist the longing to know you, Mrs. Berrien, for I am utterly lost in admiration of your lovely daughter." She, daring to speak of one •o pure, so innocent, so utterly beyond hsrl .Turning impatiently away, he encountered Major Berrien's eyes fixed ■•111 get my cap and follow you at once, sir." answered Brewster, and hastened into the dressing room. There he met Hazlett and Thorpe just coming out. throwing their cavalry capee over their shoulders, silent and preoccupied like their chief. Seizing his cap. Brewster pansed one longing instant for a glance into the hoproom. Again the floor was thronged. To the merriest of music—"Toujours Ualant"—the younger dancers were fairly romping in the half galop, half polka step the- joyous tune inspires, and in their midst, not romping, but dancing with a slower, almost languid grace, Winifred Berrien appeared to his troubled gaze, her slender waist half encircled by Randolph's arm. her dark eyes downcast, her color and animation gone. gotten, *How, Dick?" "'Rolfe saw it—saw it this very morn "Lobelia,",lie said, pointing to a package about the size of a half bushel basket, "this big bundle hasn't got to Ah, here iathe telegraph boy I H* has a message with seventy-fir* cents dne on it. It is dated Hendersonville, last evening, and says: "Beggar lfdy wearing your tan shoes and bicycle boss arrested here tonight for vagrancy. How did she come by same? Your reply will be treated as entirely confidential." Hereafter when I do a kind act it will be done publicly and found out in secret. ing." "Captain Rolfe! Why, how came he to see her letter to him?" go, has it! "Well, it was lying open on' his desk he could not help seeing." "Why, yes. How provoking! We must have overlooked it in packing." "What is it?" upon him- with a look that was not good "Why, Dick. 1 cannot understand Captain Rolfe's looking at or reading other people's letters, and"--— to see. He stepped forward, hoping to * explain, bat Berrien, who had just en- "It's my bathing suit," replied Lobelia sweetly. "Put it in your watch pocket, dear, and come along. It is train time." —Chicago Tribune. tered the room after an absence of ovfr half an hour, whirled sharply about, plainly indicating that he did not wish to speak. This was bad enough. He had been near the seventh heaven of bliss. He had almost touched the gates of pearL Now they were receding through clouds and darkness, fading in the distance. But worse was to come. "It was an accident, I tell you." "Ah, but it was no accident his tell ing of it, Dick. Nothing on earth should have induced him to refer to it, if. as he claims, he saw it by accident, i did not suppose Rolfe would do such a thing " "PocI" he called at tbfc doorway •ph, Doc r lie Stood Eight Feet  "The strongest poet I ever had to interview," said our fighting editor, "was a big fellow. Why, he stood eight feet"  Np answer. The hoqse was silent. And then indeed— Tbera was burr/lug to aim) fr» And gathering tear*. *a4 trembling* of dU- "Qh, Holdenl Where are you/' Still po reply. "Odd," said Keayon; "1 thought | aaw Mm in here. Who could that haya bepn7" With fhe confidence of amy intimacy he tfamped through the fitting room on the left of the hall, than into the dining room beyond. No om there. Then across the ball again and into Holden's own sleeping room at the rear of the house. The kerosene lamp was burning on the dressing table. The bed been occupied. Evidently had turned in early, only to be rooted out by the orders of the colonel The floor creaked somewhere overhead. Thee he wae sure he heard a quick, Mjrht footfall on the stair. "Oh. Doc! Here i am. its iveuyon,~ ne cneu. Bat no answer came. Once more returning to the hall, and thence to the sitting room, he found them empty as before. The parlor door on the west side waa closed. Slowly he strolled out on the front piazza, just in time to catch of a tall form in the dark circular priding up to the gate. Surely that WH0 BpW«R- TfeW be heard a "Well, he couldn't help himself. I dragged it out of him, I suppose." An Unpleasant Duty Fnfoint "Brother Lastly," Mid the spoke* man, clewing his throat, "I have an unpleasant duty to perform. There is a report to the effect that you have said one of the best and most worthy members of our congregation is unable to attend services often oh account of not having good enough clothes. We have come to ask the name of that member. We dont know of any such person, and a report of that kind is likely to reflect upon as as a congregation that does not look after its poor but worthy members. Will you tell us who it is?" "ine cuvision superintendent nad been better than his wOrd, for it was only four o'clock when the train came hissing in, and in ten minutes, in long ghostly Eirocesdioti, Rolfe's men were leading heir chargers, curveting and prancing in the keen air, down the winding road to the valley, the quartermaster's wagons following with cheat and bos and bale and bundles of teutage and camp equipage. In fifteen minutes more the word went up to send down the next troop, and the train pulled forward four car lengths, so as to bring the next lot of horse cars opposite the platform and chutes, while Thorpe's handsome sorrels were led wondering from the dimly lighted gangway; and so, by a few minutes after five, even the officers' chargers and the spare horses of the first battalion were all aboard, and somewhere across the stream, just as the major acknowledged the report, "All aboard and secure, sir," in Hazlett's soldierly tones, a sprightly chanticleer, whfise pars had at last those muffled sounds of hoof, and voice over under the garrison bluffs, concluded it time te challenge, and woke the echoes with shrill cock-a-doodle-doo, whereat there came a low chuckle of delight from Hazlett's men. "Oh, cut it short," cried the others in a chorus. "Come down a little from that height." X am to be married this fall, that is, we have agroed to do so, but it' yoa should think we ctnilil enjoy the month of August up there I will hurry the affair up and give you the pleasure of intertaining a Itride and groom. She la said to be "under a good character too." Yours truly, Jos . Mrs. Knowles had seated herself by lira. Berrien's side, pouring forth rapid compliment and confidence. The music trees. And cheeks all pale which bat M) how s«o Blushed at the pralae of their own lnr»||n— And the dance was forgotten, and tbs musicians, astonished, found the lighted hall rapidly emptying of the revelers, and women pressed, pallid and tearful, into the dressing room, gathering np their wraps with hasty hand and hurrying forth to take the arm of husband or lover, pa though claiming that right to the very last- And then in some way the word went around. "Only one battalion goes—only Berrien's," and those whoee lords were attached to the other plucked up heart and spirit for a mo- Went, and in the midst of it all, pale hot tearless, Mrs. Berrien stood waiting patiently for Dick's return, and by her side.' eyen palej, but as brave and tearless fnd patient, Winifred clung to her mother's arm and WW Jake w other, ftidgeway, who had P?er to the office among the doten departed, came panting back up the stairway. "Is it truer asked Mrs. Berrien. Another step, another raj) at the door and, casting one glance aloft. Berrien to his dismay, again caught sight of Winifred's pale face peering over the balustrade. The child could uot. would not rest. 'Come, Brewster," called Hazlett from the doorway, "Farqnhar wants us at once and does not want anybody else to know." "I am telling you nothing but the truth. He stood S feet 0"  bad ceased. Bidgeway, with Winifred on his arm, was approaching slowly, checked every moment by man or woman, who begged to' hear that she was not shocked or seriously hurt. It was not until she was within a few yards that Winifred caught sight of her mother's companion—caught sight of the faint gesture and the warning in her mother's eyes. Then she pressed her escort's arm and turned him away. "Oh, do call Miss Winifred here. I ao long to meet her, Mrs. Berrien," cried .Mrs. Knowles; and what couia Mrs. Berrien do? The &ush died out of Win- What's np?" "Now, look here," exclaimed one of the party, "yon can't stuff that down our throats, and there's 110 use trying Thanking yon for your cordiality, Joe, I would say that we dress here in an offhand way to suit the season. It is very warm at present. If yon come now, your "leaf of absence" would answer very well I think. "You'll know in a moment. The colonel doesn't want it mentioned here." "What's wanted?" he curtly asked as he threw open the door. "It is Sergeant Ellis, sir." said a deep voice. "1 have come to beg the major to intercede for me. Sly troop i?oes with the major's battalion and I liegged to be relieved and allowed to go. but t tie quartermaster says 1 must stay outil some sergeant can lDe found who is com petent to take charge—someone in the infantry battalion. That may require two of three days, sir, and 1 am fearful that once the command gets away there will be no obtaining orders to follow it Besides, sir. there is my horse." it." •'if you will lDc kind enough to wait till I finish you will all acknowledge that I am telling nothing but what is perfectly plausible. The man stood 8 feet At the foot of the stairs, under the glare of the same big lamp, Farqnhar, with Berrien and Rolfe. stood waiting. C) lancing impatiently np, as though to make sure of his men, Farquhar took Berrien by the arm and silently led the way, Rojfe and Hazlett, Thorpe and Brewster falling in behind. It was but a few steps to the office. Your Texas clothes would not get you into trouble here if you were under a good character. Yon could ride in one of our tournaments also. 6 inches' "Certainly, brethren," replied tha Rev. Mr. Lastly, with a brave attempt to be cheerful. "It's my wife."—Chicago Tribune. Oh, get out! "Eight feet (» inches away from me when lie talked," concluded the pugilistic one, with a calm smi1*, as he walked off amid the groans of his listeners.—Boston Globe. We had a passage at arms last month here at Asheville. Each Sir Knight wears what suits him best. We had one Sir Knight who wore a suit of quoted mail. He was the homeliest man ever born in captivity. 'Pull down the shades, orderly, and one lamp will b« enough. That'll do. Close the door and remain outside," said Farqnhar, as he threw off his cape, then silently waited until the sleepy trumpeter had carried out his orders and vanished. By this time, too. Warren and Drake, the adjutant and the quartermaster, had come bustling in, and, noting the silence of those already 09 the ground, simply removed their caps and waited the colonel's pleasure. For an instaflt Farqnhar stood tapping the lid of the desk with the butt of his pencil and studying the long dispatch which he held in his hand. Then he Rooked np. A Bravt Student (the conversation turning upoo the life saving instincts of Newfoundland dogs)—Yes, my brave Casar, too, once came to my rescue when I was in • horrible fix. if red's cheeks, the soft luster from her eye*. Obedient to her mother's unwilling summons, she stood before the lady Croat town, but she stood ereot, and was not the faintest cordiality j p "You belong to the Black troop?' Dollie .Breakheart—It can never be. But X will be a sister to you. Kovenjfp in Store, We also saw in the lists a fat Sir Knight with tin trousers and a white yachting cap. You could wear almost anything, as I say.. "Yes, sir, and 1 think that if the. major would but speak to Major Kenyon at once he could name a sergeant who would take my place here at the tire house. Almost any man can do it. sir only there is 110 time to be lost. Majot Kenyon is at the doctor's now." bar manner. The long lashed lids droopel over her eyes as she bowed to the elder woman, bat her hand,' to Ridgeway's delight, refused to withdraw from his arm. No one saw more plainly than did. Mis. Knowles that nothing could be more unwelcome than that introduction ; and it stung her to the quick. Checking the fulsome flatteries that were ready on her tongue, she said: "I could not go, Miss Berrien, without aavinsr how frightened I was for von Jack Wrounder—All right, my dear. That will give me the privilege of licking every fellow who comes around here making love to you.—New York Even- Listeners (eagerly)—Pray tell aa all about itt bail; The joust consisted in filling up the peasantry with lemonade and warm watermelon at so much apiece and then giving them what » called the grand laugh. "Yes; the first battalion goea at daybreak. The major says he will be over in a few momenta." "Hallo, Rolfe. That your Student—I sold him at the right moment for fifty marks.—Westfalisehe Zeitung. "Yea. Yon go with us, do you?" "I da Won't you come in?" "Not juat now, I've got to go to my qaCutera a moment. 111 be in by and by. Well have to make a night of it." "All right Kathleen will get us some coffee after a while. Bring in some of the others with yon." Then the doctor came up the steps. "Hello, ing Sun, "Mrs. Berrien, permit me to escort you home," said Major Kenyon, hastening after Ridgeway up the stair. "1 have just seen Berrien; he has to go to .the barracks f /ejp minutes." "Miss Winifred, may 1 have the pleasure? Mr. Brewster is of course needed "Dr. Holden's?" "Yes, sir, and Captain liolfe has just joined him there." "IIow are you going to spend your va cation, Mudgu?" Vacation Amusements. Two thousand of our yeomanry from Sandy Mush bought seats in the grand stand, and when they had seated themselves, surrounded by sour watermelon and all that goes to make life enjoyable, the directors moved the show to another Conduclv* t* Snaa* The pretty Mexican girl ia not obliged to lie awake nights trying tp Ipcyh which at two lover* she wtfT She knows that by the nisi there will 1m only one left.—New York Herald. "Very good, sir. Now get aboard an your baggage as quick as you can." "All aboard now, sir." "Then march un to Quarters for coffee "Have you spoken to Lieutenant Brewster? He commands your troop as you know, now that the captaiu's awav." "Same as 1 did last year, I guess. 1 suppose I'll put in two weeks trying to borrow enough to go away for two or three days."—Indianapolis Journal. "Gentlemen, we are ordered to the field: one battalion to go a» once the