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K*T.VIiIJSHKl» 1 Hr'°- ' VOL. XLIII. -VO. 0. * Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. IMTTSTON. Ll /CEKXH CO., PA,. FRIDAY, SEITEMBER 16, |K«r_D. A Weekiy Local and Family Journal. • * I .50 I'l-.K \ v Nl'M I IN ADVANCE. A FAIR None ol ours so high up." ThC! horses were at a dead stand, pawing'. of him. It he's a Yank, leave him to me. Don't you shoot! Mamma's a widow: and you might make her an or- oji. n roa.i into a clump of tree hilltop. The quick ears lv hOlI heedless of bullets every filler of h brair hemmed her in at .Ir.r.t. Sergt. Flynn.: he added, louder, "advance, with you IA THE POOR INDIAN. through the butter bv mistake, and then, with a merry laugh, wiped iton his hair, Btti Breaker. "Who be ye 'uns?" drawled the sentry, now in mid-road, with musket levelled. "Answer, quiek! Ye'd bet- phan, too! ht'.the ring of arms brought to -a I airi it is t shot —no prisoner. This afterward iinbittered his whole life, end he hardly went out any more after that, regarding lifo at the capital as hollow and artificial. "All right, you goose," Mis whispered back, as quietly as though consenting to give liira a turn in the german. "AYhen we get hack to headquarters I'll make you shoot a match villi me, before the staff—" C'.a-v us 1 aappearetl J p.:xr in the v t tliat only death's stillness head. Ilut from behind the thud of 1 r f he And Carolyn Clay's horse was led to BILL NVE GIVES A LETTER FROM ONE ter!" "Thi ikis ruv i Hut i'il r " f n bit furth id to Faur to him hoofs dre w ne of liis increased the. f at, tlie girl bitting erect in saddle, quiet, but pale, and with an ugly glcara in her blue OF THE PAWNEE TRIBE "Friends, with the countersign." clieorily responded the cavalryman, adding lower to his companion: "By Jove, there's no Yank in that tongue. Xor' C'lina, or I'm no scout." ticfOv with poet icarcr still! Then, wi'enchin# It has lDeen the unfortunate history of onr eminent red men that whenever their talents liave thrown them intc good society they have almost universally corked themselves. Look at Red Shirt, in Paris, and Poor Dog, in London. It is but a repetition of our sad history as a people. i tal It up- ,th hat "Who arc you, madam—or miss, I presume?'' Maj. L'onyers asked, f.alutiug' ■gray eyes. From Vviilcll It AVi'l isc. Seen That lie On a;rain iu silence for one mil Then the Carolinian, with evi two soul 1 lier anil the son Is IWucli Misunderstood— BY X. C. DE LEON. "Listen! He's calling,—yes, falling me!" Evan broke in. "I ivonder what's up! It's the lieutenant's "oiee;" and he drew into the road, sis the hoofbeats came clearer, and the legion oilicer galloped up. tliree es, each with r ru fn •m /' -•, courteously dian Nation Hub Suffered In Silence. — How the Iu- "Wall, dismount one fren' and 'vanec with the count'sign," solemnly replied the sentry. irm hand upon t / D—f, ■ -D • •Jr,r, VvD~D / YiJ %£ .». W:wjk v- v-V./ite'isSs^&" "A \ irginian. A lady causelessly eharusl and arrested while riding quietly homeward," the girl answered, defiantly.Wliat Has Kept Hit- Indian Hark. Cupyrijfhf. I Hill, by J. B. Lippiocoit Co., and published by special arrangement. "1 can go no further," he said. "Gee 1)3". Mi s Clay; and God speed your m Like liorsos stood, their sid [Copyright. W, by Kdgr.r W. Xye.] Evan slung himself from saddle, as lightly as the cramp from cold permitted, and strode briskly towards the scarce heaving now, but with forwar Tho following letter from a Pawnee Indian who lives near the Cherokee Strip, a small territory so called because the Cherokees used to go there for that purpose, is handed to me by mail with a request that 1 will be kind enough to nlit and correct it. and then, if thought best, allow it to fall into the hands of the press. The letter is written by au Indian, somewhat ad-vanced in years, to picket when you come back with t medicino:; and—" he patVsed an in tn •/m r.v 1.1 .1 US I'Oj'UliilUl (), J-'TOO t,rcr that mii-htcome. And in that still '•Virginia ladies seem to choose Strjirfge hours for quiet rides,"' the old major retorted, rather primly. "Will you give me your name, occupation and :ice, upon honor, if I parole you?'' Red Shirt during the engagement of the Wild West show in France was invited to dine with President Carnot and Ferdinand de Lesseps—pronounced de Les sejjs—at the restaurant of Brabant, t he French Delmonico, and when the pale green pistaclie ice cream came on. and the finger bowl, Red Shirt, tho great warrior, who looks almost exactly like Napoleon, the first °emperor, in order to show Carnot and his gang that he had traveled and observed a great deal, evidently took the ice cream brick for a cake of castile soap and bathed with it freely in the finger bowl, coming out after awhile to run along the bauk and restore his circulation. CHAPTER L ''ALL QUIET ALONG THE POTOMAC!" LINK-KLINE klinkita - klinkitaklink-klink!"chimed the hoofs over the frozen road as the horses dashed on through the night. It was a rough road, too, curving aimlessly through frost-crisped under"brush here, there "I thought I'd visit my advanec pick- i et," he said to Evan, Carolyn Clay faoercd a trifle anxiously, "so I spnrtvtl r.[D, to overtake you. You're both bettor . mounted than I: and a voice earri s s i. ; I feared to yell. They may have r.d- ' vaneed since—" ncss i leaf v.- I'uo iw-flalce cp D soldi Halt!" rvptiin commandwl the latter by, Mr. Fa slfftiifitfantlv "the news. y, ari'.l trend hi harp andejear "Le 'tenant Greene, as we 'uns ain't got no count'sign on this yerc picket, ye'd better come an' git it ye'self!" Anc\ the click of the gun lock sounded clea.' ti the frosty air. you! i MC2 I tit Witii u piirtiup* f A Pffcsp of ulllod by ds'.nip sand of the lit. t ] 10 strang'cr horsemen trot- reside Xr* 4 aX "I demand to bo released unconditionally and permitted to proceed to my home," Miss Clay answered, haughtily. '•Do you Yankee soldiers confess that you war upon southern women?" his he vsmJ-iir Hoped 1 is rocd c in; ved into rie i-uite ami silent a solitary rider in lie stopped=abruptly, but not b the girl's quick perception caugii idea. ■onfedero t the moony vupor roiling round 'vf- "Steady, Munson!" called the lii Vktcnant, advancing- ont of the shadoira at the roadside. ''Thunder, a worna \ him •1 the i f D A HACK I On t.he troopo 3 moved -two—two "Perhaps; when southern women shoot at us in their jocular way," the veteran replied. "But we waste time, madam. Will you answer my ques- "So you r,re expecting Avcrill?" she l aid, quietly. "Let me see: he would 1; uve to cross at Washington,or above. I f hi: be out f/Dr a raid, lie would not forcc/lU rcli his horses over such roads; so we shuild make 'the Ferry' long before his sjovts could meet us. Besides, he woo.'d take the lower road. It is better th\h this trail." "That's a soldier ajju a gentleman Cousin l aro," Evan said, as th. y sj along, "Good taste, too; hasn't 'Pon nay word! ho seemed hard hit; ; in the dark, too:" And flu; lit hearted fellow lau.Thrd, as thongh i were not and enemies were road of only in, until the pmct 'd eye £-■] CQ, W J% '4/r- if ipun of the bixnit counted twelve; taking in, through night and mist, tho outline of cape, t!:c di/cering- seat, the precisegait of fed 1 cavalrv "I deny your right to question. I demand to be released as a non-combatant, ''twas the fii-m response. tion?"' stretching into long, straight reaches, under barearmed trees that seemed to poinUivaming fingers to the steely-cold sky overhead.If Evan Fanntleroy kncv.- what fear 2 certainly had never obeyed styHcluftlly to in the fiiiry tales. moant tlie C! T feom ::ki7istD the thud of uoofs My dear son, the Indian nation has suffered on account of tl.ese things, for they get into the papers and hurt us. You must le:irn not only the habits of the Medes, the Persians and the Free Will Baptists, but how to hold your knife at table. That is what you are there for. That is what 1 ain beefing the old cow for. That is what J am going to wear your old baseball smt next to me this winter for. That is why your mother weeps at night and wears your pajamas by day. Poor Dog hurt our people as much in England as Black Hawk did us good by his speeches. He was inyited to dine i 11 the royal grounds, they tell me, and while the party was strolling through the grounds, the queen having lieen frightened by a mouse, Poor Dog, thinking to show his gallantry, gave chase to the mouse, and when he caught it under the chair of the Princess Alexandria ate it in order to show her ma jesty that there was no deception about it. "Don't hi? a goose, Evan:" Miss Clay retorted, haif amused in sDite of her know Iriaself in tliat respect. In tie front of the charge, in long and lonely scout, r.i still more trying test pf lyin" inactive for hours under heavy Arc* the boy had ever been utterly oblivions of danger—had ever earned a jest upon his lips. But now beads stood upon his brow, spite of the piercing cold, and he could hear his heart thumping audibly close under his chin. For* never had greater responsibility than his own life —-not counted by him—or a missing report, because of a bullet, faced "him. Now, a womans safety and freedom— perhaps her life, for he knew his cousin would fight, or fly, but never yield— were upon his tact and eool- a mjun OEE\t XKAI'.HK. "Son-eonibatants do not shoot in reply to challenge, on lonely roads," the major retorted, rathe* * impatiently. " Will you answer, or not? What is your 'Tcunrea pood soldier, Miss Clay," the Carolinian replied, gazing through the }*lr;Din at the cool speaker, in some wonderment. "15ut J have never mentioned (Jen. Averill's name: nor do I really know anything beyond my own orders at last dawn. Yonr idea is not an impossible one, for I do not suppose the general would have sent us on a pienic; but whom, or what, he expects I have no knowledge." himself round, the flying rebel saw a For it was midwinter of 1S63—that clime-imposed rest in the grapple for life, or death, of the blue and gray giants, still watching in eager crouch on either side of that world-noted river. 0 What :i t)o.v you i iOIl t ! !). \ :vh a nois ■ ;\\ know : .injflo horseman, far in lead, charging down cn him; and the greatstride of the horso v/arnod him that his own r.adcrfed boast must lose in that overmatch. More carefully before he braced she ndch 1 !Iy u'or hCb ha«i * s. » ried ahnr.t this liC ;• if ( ,5 that boat t ly been in camp! ht. Fairfax (u rD, should 1 A moony haze that was not light, yet loomed up objects of near distance in gigantesque dimness, lay over the land: and the east wind, sweeping across the broad Potomac, paused an instaut to touch its lips to hor cold waves, then i mounted the southern bank with new..chilled breath from the caress, to swirl about the riders pressing onward in ■seeming defiance of its efforts. bt for • I poor moth w Ov'v T i b Yon know ho.i' \lid himself by his knees, taking- steady aim .tt tilt* on-rushing shadow behind, just orn nervous ;he is wit hi nursing am' anxii SIiotfM :.hc chancrt to hear of Van] s a l'ed ilash gleamed out from it. on the rDad, her fears would c His turning had saved the scout, for he fait the v. iud of the bullet whizzing1 by; but he heard, too, that rasping-, indescribable sound of lead crashing into llcsh! One lurch, and the black was on his knees, rolling' over so quickly as to pin his rid'./s leg beneath him. On sped the pur ,nor, followed close by others; "Averill!" the girl answered confidently. "Ilunter and Kilpatrick are watching1 West Virginia—we know that at Stuart's headquarters; also that Averill was closeted with the secretary of war at Washington Ipst Wednesday, and cavalry was massing at llaqK-r's Ferry andalxiveon Thursday Kvan—" capture, prkon —for mo!' "Why. cos. what's the n ing-. tremble? See that fo: the left? That is but tin •the Ferry;' and the horsos are us £tt ill f hcDrrow- COMING HOME WITH A FH1EXD. rk away to ■co mik's to his son, who is attending the Indian school at Carlisle, Pa., and shows so umch humanity, even in the bronzed bosom of the stoical v.-arrior. that there can certainly bo no harm in publish- Ac oddly-mated pair these were, for time and place like this: A tall, lithe .feoialo form, clad in heavy riding habit and cape of coarse gray cloth, soldier's •oft slouched hat drawn close over the brow, .long gauntlets covering hands that had firm, practiced grasp on the reins that checked a powerful roan horse; her companion a sturdy soldier, seemingly, in the wrap of his gray overcoat, his slouched hat trailing a long black plume, and high tliigh boots, resting lightly in lonj* stirrups that swayed to each stride of his black horse. Had the light been stronger, and had •carious observer been a possibility oa «uch a night, on that lonely trail of the neutral ground in time of flagrant war, the woman's face would hare challenged closer scrutiny. The clear-cut, highfared features were lit-by large gray eyes, that glinted out watchful and resolute; and the firm-set lips wero fullcurved, denoting sensitiveness a3 well as character. Such curious observer, too, might have noted that the rough habit clung about a figure not too full, but of most symmetric curves; that the gauntlets covered hands as long and taper as they seemed firm and nervous; that the heavy coils of ruddy-gold hair, beneath the semi-military hat, shone smooth and glossy, even in that wind. as— nos: "What is tbat jrlaw -yrcv by tlie river to the right? Ka, tiicro!" } broke i::. pointing Lmpaiieutly Slowly—taking ages, it Roomed, to the aching brain of the confederate—the officer trotted by;slowly one pair ofrid- aiul llio reb—with teeth set from puin " I1.UT! WHO GOES THAU?" the scout, who had fallen to the rear as the ollicer joined the lady, drew closer up. as she continued—"did Capers say that the cavalry at Harper's was Aver ill's?" a is.; Clay ud rar- ■rrsteil his pistol on his bridle i-m and vraited to make his last shot ing it on a night Ilk© this!" ho muttered under htj breath; adding aloud: "Who are von. friends?" Cherokee fjTrjp, Ang. 20. A faint, pinkish haze showed dimfy through the whirling snowflakes--a steamy glow, rather than a light. The scout gazed steadily in the direction awhile, then answered, plaeidly: ers— ous tension could scarce refrain from giving one red-hot "rebel yell" and dashing out upon them. another—another —until his nenr- .sure telling. 'Y'euse tii ing!1' rang out in clear command; and the trained troopers fell into twos, as they rode up behind their My D;:ai! Son—We gut your letter last week regarding your matriculation fee. but 1 could not answer till 1 had went to town and found out what H was. That took time, and besides 1 mot a number of old friends who was witii me in the late war when, as yon remember. the Pawnees seceded from the United States. We met in town and passed tiie time of day, after which we went to the drug store and opened a bottle of pain killer, and 1 was late getting homo. Your mother says that you must not overdo this matriculation business. as times here are not very plenty i note wnat you say regarding tne band, and trust that you shall learn to play upon it if yon can have a suitable uniform and buy an orp'ueclyde. You know how anxious I am to see you got an education, and that 1 shall try to keep yon in funds if possible, but it worries me at first to do it ljecause you know what a poor farmer i am. The Indian, however, suffers, but ho does not weep. Ho can endure anguish, but he disdains to cry like a woman. I a:n an aged hemlock; so is your mother. "I'rivale, K company, —th Virginia cavalry; attached to Gen. Stuart's scouts," Evtli replied, prompt!}', sure of These matters of history connected with the rise and fall of the red man give me a pain in the neck. You may redeem your people, my son, and astonish these pilgrims came here to onr ".Mostly Avcrill's; some raw recruits and a Pennsylvania Dutch regiment,4' the scout answered, formally. "Hut lien. Jcl» doesn't believe they mean to move over such roads. Neither do I," he added, with delightful assurance. "It'sonlv a feint." ihen tho seeming endless agony was over; the last riders had passed, disappeared. and were ascending the bill beyond tho hidden watchers; and not a suspicion had that ostrich of a scoutcommander that his'prey had been so his man "Northern lights, maybe; but I'm no dab at astronomy. Seems pretty low, though. Perhaps there's brush afire in that bottom." Covered by Evan's pistol, the latter rode on alone to certain death, his own revolver silent in his hand. For, with his brutal fire of battle hot in his blood, the scout steadied his aim. and pressed his fingi-r slowly on the trigger—when suddenly he grew dizzy from pain, and fell back helpless. The next instant the pursuit was on him and he was covered by the officer's pistol. "Have you passes?" The cavalryman for reply extended a paper, which the officer, swinging his pocket lantern, scanned curiously, reading half aloud: "DISMOUNT ANI) SECURE IUJI, SF.F.GEANT." name, and what were you doing hereabout with a cavalry soldier?"' jOy-' ■rfxD A\ y^r "It is a fire," tho girl replied. "Sc.i! It expands and falls. Evan, can it be a campfirt?" The legion trooper looked from girl to scout in profound amaze. Then he ■aid, bluntly: near and—missed! Then the southern woman—like all her Histers, forgetful of danger, of self, of all save her love's labor—whispered: "I told you, major! That's my cousin from the farm." Evan began, only to be cut off by the sergeant's rstern cab: "Mis*. Carolyn Clr.y, ot tny staff. and lier escort, havo permission to pass all posts and pickets In tils military district. "Not much!" he answered, lightly. "We're 'way beyond our linos; and surely no Yanks could camp so near th'cm without our scouts' knowledge. By Jove, Cousin Caro, I really believe tho legion man has made you nervous!" "Silence in ranks! Riley, guard yonr J. E. B Stuart, Major General." "You certainly seem to keep well posted at Stuart's headquarters." "T1 now." God! we can make 'the Ferry' prisoner! Handing the paper back, the lieutenant advanced and raised his cap "We certainly do, sir," Evan replied. And in answer, clear and shrill and loud frcm the road beyond echoed the neigh of a horse; and ere Evan's quick hand could clinch his reared muzzle the roan had answered full and strong. "Dismount a nd secure him, sergeant,'' tha federal ordered, quietly: "Do you Hut the quick woman's wit caught the fact of her cousin's capture, and his euc, at the same time; and she folded her arms quietly, remaining silent. courteously surrender?"' "1 am Lieut. Greene,—th North Carolina, of Hampton's division, Miss Clay," he said. "All the army of northern Virginia krio svs your name and brave deeds. And, if I am not mistaken, this is a young scout who has already won liis spur; and the title of Fo—■" naturally. "That's (Jen. Jeb's business. The cavalry are the eyes of the army." "Caution and nervousness are not akin, as an older soldier would know," Miss Clay retorted, rather coldly. "I have too much at stake to risk any danger I can avoid. Oh, Evan, I must get to Baltimore to-morrow!" "I e::n do nothing else." Evan answered. sullenly, quickly adding, in his own vein: "And if you want a live capture, let some of your blue-coated gentlemen lift this good friend of mine "Hut in Hampton's not eve a a troop captain knows a thing; while you seem to discuss—" "\ cry well, madam." the major said. "I will send you to headquarters with your 'cousin' there, and let you discuss military ethics with the general. Capt. Granger, detail one man of your squad to guard this lady. Corporal* Doyle, report with both prisoners to provostmarshal at headquarters: the fires will guide you to the river bank. Captain. No time to lose novv! and only one! One chance. "Discuss! You hear the lieutenant, Cousin Caro?" Evan broke in with' a low laugh. "Why. sir, 1 would be currying Private Fauntleroy's horse, at 15 company's rope, one hpur after I said 'I think,' or 'I believe,' to the general. He wants what we know; says *Um— urn!' sometimes; generally only points to the tent door. The general was a regular, sir, and the scout that discussed' with him would discuss tack the next day, In place of headquarters luxuries,—bacon and corn-pone." . "Quick! the woods road! Remember: south.—the stone fcnce,—old Isham! Quick! for yourself!—for little Fairfax!" And iii echo came from the road: "Halt! Right about! Forward;— off my leg. "And so you shall, my dear, brave girl:" the boy answered, confidently. "See that open hilltop just beyond? From that we strike tjje last fork of this trail—good road and a short mile down hill to 'the Ferry.' It can't be much past midnight: and old Pete has orders to wait till the very last minute he dares, lDefore dawn. Brace up, coz! -You've been over this same trail three Tlu ready ergeant and another were alDeside him, the former deftly ng the pistol from his grasp, ne it took to raise the quivering ■0:11 his rider's leg and lift the He stopped abruptly; bu* Evan broke in with a merry laugh: "Finish it! Yes, 1 am. Fool Fauntleroy: but, I hope, not such a fool as 1 look, sir. This is my cousin, Miss Clay; and we Virginians are always proud to know Hampton's men." Brief ti: horse f boy, pa wrem Trot.' March!' For Carolyn Clay was one of those women developed only by "storm-andstrese" eras, 6uch as the brothers' ws;; a beauty and petted belle, fickle, glib of tongue, and light in dance; a, very mistress of society's sword-play, who could, at need, rise to heights of heroism and even do doeds to shame a soldier! Instantly the girl wheeled her horse, trotting rapidly between trees for the narrow road—tho reversed scoutingparty moving fast towards them, guided by the neigh. Once she turned, with pain, to his feet And soon Evan Fauntleroy and Ins cousin were again riding side by side, merrily, hopefully no longer, but he in physical pain, and in greater mental distress for her. she with gold-crowned head drooped upon her breast, and tears of mingled mortification and despair forcing their way between the lomr curved lashes. a word. Possibly some day when you get educated yon may redeem your people. Yon may be the • Moses of oar race. In the fntnre you may get a position in rffiank, and then times with my people will uot be so scarce as they are now. "Easy, boys! Wait a bit! I think that left leg's gone!" he said, with a catch in his breath. That's better. Mister Yank." And he put his foot gingerly on the ground, tried to rest upon it, then leaned heavily on the stal Wart sergeant. "Alwt.ys, Mr. Greene," Carolyn Clay r.dded. "Hut why are you down so near the river? We had no idea of meeting one scout, far less a pidket, on this (rail. I* any movement expected from AverillV" COULD NOT GET ENOUGH, country because they couldn't make a living in Earope, and who now ask us to work for them and take an order on the store. times— crying: "And I only reason," Miss Clay came to the rescue, "that the general would not have let me come, unwarned, had he really looked for a raid from the "And never felt a shadow of doubt before," she Interrupted, adding, with a sigh thatwould come: "Itlsbevauso I have so much more at stake than ever before. But it is nearly over, thank God!" "Come! Evan, you promised!" And the boy answered, cheerily: "Goon! Faster—for Fairfax's sake! I'm coming,"—adding through his clinched teeth: "when I've held them back lung enough to save you!" 1 want yon to loam an tbe language? and to spell the hardest word, as did Bruno Demi-Johnson, who went to the Indian school at Haskell and is writing this letter for me. Learn also to respect the laws of the land in which you live and how to turn a jack from the bottom of the pack without ostentation. »are you?" the officer asked. "A confederate soldier," Evan replied. Good blood and proud — straight- coursed from veins of lordly settler on ▼irgin soil, named for the queen—was that the night wind brought to Miss Clay's cheek; and her lissome figure could, upon occasion, straighten into a hauteur as rigid as that becoming "the daughter of a hundred earls." "Possibly, for aught I know to the contrary, miss," the CaroliniaB answered, quietly. "All 1 do know is that we were ordered on advance pickC?t-duty at dawn, with strict orders to respect no passes touih. Wo are to have no lires or lights; men not even to smoke," he added to Faantlerov. I havo already said rnncli through the hand of Demi-Johnson, and he grows weary with much writing, so I will soon cease, but I cannot do so without asking you once more to weigh well what I have said. river." "Scouting Ileal MuC!. "When did this scout Capers come in?" the Carolinian asked, suddenly. "Yesterday at six, sir," Fauutleroy answered "Nor on leave," the other answered. Illicitly, his shrewdness returning1 as The steaming horses breasted the hill bravely and reached the open crest. An easy slope led away into a broad, white road, new well carpeted with winter's wool. Just at its foot a narrow belt of trees stretched away to the left, leaving the bla?l: river plainly visible from the bold bluffs to the right, and through those trees cut a narrow road, dark and dismal through the broader gleam of the snow liaze, now seareo less light The thunder of close hoofs was opposite the scout; the federals, now at a charge, strung out us skirmishers along the road, to hem in their unseen foe. Without even a glance he knew that their carbines were unslung. and the least sound would bring a volley to drop hini out of saddle1, from the vantage darkness of his covert, he saw the first fijur dwih by, straight for the little trail for which the girl was making, too. pain decreased, * ) '"What command?" "Private, 15 troop, - ■, I shall try to meet your demands foi means to persecute your studies to tbC- bitter end. 1 have had no advantages myself, but nature endowed me richly with a massive brain, and no man evei outclassed me except your mbther, and that was when 1 had my skates on, as you say at college, having been out the night before brooding over the wrongs of my people. "And your pass is dated yesterday, Miss Clay," Greene replied. . —th Virginia Caviriswei? "I was riding As I said at the beginning, I am an aged hemlock. In my limbs the katydids and the wild woodtick nestle. To you I look for the redemption of our race. You can do it if you will. Come home prepared to pull the Pawnee out of his hole and emancipate him. The government will aid you. So will 1. I am not wealthy, but my credit is good. Washington and Baltimore, equally with Virginia's capital and her noted summer resorts of ante belium, had rung with the name of the brilliant young girl, who had stood the social campaigns of two preceding seasons with never one reported repulse, far less capitulation, yet had tied to her .chariot scores of noted captives, "rescue or no rescue." Nor had the two years of war known her less well, in the gayeties of the capital, when winter's mud and snow bade even Bellona stay her dneadful work; in the hospitals, thick-strenring the path of summer's battle: even, it was said, in more than one bold foray and perilous, in quest of Information or of jpueh-needed medicines. across the division river between the warring sections. alrj was t "Something's up; then, beyond doubt," the s.'OMt answered. "Marse Bob don't play freeze with his boys, this time o* year, for fun. I'll hunt it upon my own account, when I drop you at the river, Cousin Caro." "I got it at noon," the girl answered: adding quickly, as though to avoid shadow of suspicion of her hero: "The general was not in camp when we left. He and his chief rode off with Capers an hour after his return." to a farm below, with a lady,—had no i n Yanks were across the rivrr." "Yon fired on us," the cfficcr said, noli ;torn! "IJut 1 didn't—hit you!"' the boy rct::rt(ki. with a grin half of pain and half of fun, trying to pain time for Carolyn Clay and listening eagerly for any sound ILJ "The rivcrJ You are liound across. Miss Clay?"' the Carolinian asked anxiously,—adding, quickly: "l'ardon my unsoldierly question." The snow was beginning to fall more rapidly now,—though not yet a storm. They came suddenly round a bend hf the road; one misty shadow than day f "There! EUis' fork—just one mile to the landing!" cricd the scout, as they raced at speed down the sandy slope and nearly up to the bisecting tra.iL the hoofbeats ringing no longer, bat thudding dull on the dampened sand. southward. 1 want you to become familiar 'with the laws of your country, so that you can keep out of jail and not plead guilty, as 1 did in Kansas City once, not knowing then that it was customary to plead not guilty and then let the other side find out whether yon are so or not. Once I went on my own bonds to appear before the court on the 9th day of October in Omaha, and I had to get up out of a sickbed and ride eighteen miles, but I did it, my son, I did it—me and my case of smallpox together. "Dismounted Corporal Riley, sir," the sergeant reported to his officer, hand "I am trying to make Beckley's Landing in time to catch the boat across, tonight," the girl answered, frankly. "I hav« a young brother slowly dying in Richmond for want of medicine and tonics; and f »ra going to bring them over to him, if God Lete me!" ®r (rj? "That's even, major," Evan retorted, quickly, "You dismounted me. May I ask ono favor, sir? .My horse and I are old comrades," he added, with a little tremor in the voice. "Will you let the t put him out of painV—No! not He quielcly threw up the car- to cap. &G. "Ah, my dear young friend, what aro f ou playing with?'' Suddenly with one impulse both riders wrenched their horses' mouths so fiercely a3 to briny thern-almost to their haunches. Then both sat liko statues, their necks strained forward, ears bent eagerly towards the woods mad, just ahead. In the dead stillness, the deep breathing of the steaming horses was the only sound, save, to them, the quick beating of their own hearts. If 1 had mv life to live over again 1 would get a classicle education and keep store in Kansas, dealing in drugs, paints, oils, dyestnffs, toys, notions and stomach bitters for mechanical purposes. I always do what I say I will. The red man may suffer, but he disdains to cry like a woman. He may get tramped onto, bnt he never squeals. That is one thing I notice about mo that [ like. Cv ,1 "Mount, Mr. Fauntleroy," the officer ordered, briefly. "I nm but delaying you, Miss Clay; and you have many a mile to cover in the next two hours. 1 said J knew nothing beyond my orders; all a soldier has the right to know. But any reasoning creature may think, I suppose; and I do think, Mr. Scout, you had best be very watchful as you near 'the l'erry.* My pickets run to Grantley's; one at the fork roads; the other—the advance—at Gresham's farm. That far" —he paused and whispered a word in the scout's car— "this parole will pass you safely. After that, your own eyes and horses' legs must do the rest. Goodnight and good fortune, Miss Clay." H«» hesitated an instant. "May I shake Lands with you? All our corps honors your bravery and regards you as a comrade serjf. that Irine f M Less marked is outer seeming, while bo leas a type, was her companion; young, vigorous and gallant of mien above his rough grey coat and coarse brovm tbirt. For Evan Fauntleroy, like many another, had left U*e luxury of the old 'homestead, to cast his lot as * private soldier under the guidon of the "Black florae." Coolness in peril, punctuated by two bad bounds before Lis nineteenth birthday, had gained the boy so higher promotion than favorite aoout ito that blond-bearded cavalier who was his idol, Jeb Stuart. '•o sergeant leveled at signal r. "There's one ball left &d I think poor old Jeli Try to study economy along with your other branches, as I bate to beef the old cow before cold weather, and the calf is too small to turn into a money order yet. from t major "When do you havo to pay another matriculation fee? Let me know in advance, because I have to hustle sometimes to make it. in ray pistol vvouW rather go that way J'lio stout-hearted scout turned his face wide, ar.d the rough sleeve passed swiftly across his eyelids, as the federal So, fur seconds that seemed ayes. Then the scout whispered low, as though in answer to a question: Learn all tha languages, as 1 say, so that you can talk as well with a foreigner from New York as you can with an American. If yon see any of tho government I wish you won Id say that it is about time some one from our place should visit the White Father at Washington, and remaining in Washington five or six weeks to lay before him the wrongs of my people, and get a few more of those Cove oysters which go so far toward brightening up our sad lives hei-e on the Cherokee Strip. A :r "Yefc; hoofs! 'S-sh!—clank of sabers! Quick! into the trees! Quick! Go softly." troopD into tlia block's brain. last confederate bullet /— / Learn astronomy. 1 am most sixty years of age and did not know till yesterday that the sua is 02,000,000 of miles from here. These things are pathetic when you come to think a'oout it. There was no one near to tell me when I was u lad that it would tako a tram of carD 26U years to go to the sun, even if there was no accidents. 1 was a giddy young thing and thought only of the present. To go fishing as soon as the law was up was my delight, and to lead an outdoor life was the thing that my physician thought best for me at the time. asked, "Are you badly hurt?" the officer Both horses wero turned simultaneously into the screen of trees, well back frood the gleam of the open road; and Evan Fauntleroy, placing himself between the girl and the approaching sounds, leaned from his saddle, straightened her bridle, felt the roan's bit, and gently stroked his great neck. Then he rose in his stirrups, stretching the coldcramp out of his legs, braced -himself afresh in the saddle, a*id tested the chamber of the big revolver drawn from his holster. '"i'aft walking," Evan replied, with quid Bgrunt of p:iin, as he iigiiin t ricri to bear weijfht on his left foot. "X;D bones broken, I pueafi; but u ir-tvpr "PULL up!" TIIF. OFFICER CRIKD, BUB DE.NLV "It is going to snow, Evan," the girl said, abruptly. "I have felt, three stray flakes strike my nose already If it abould—" pretty bad wrench." The Toughest Hoy in Town—Mod, yer blind old chump:—Life. Let your habits be above reproach. Be industrious. Be hopeful and respect yourself. Obey the rules of your school, and yet do not underestimate yourself. Remember that the same hand which made tho great world and hung it in the air, with the day on one side and the night on the other forever and ever, created also the Indian not taxed. Then came the officer, in fuil career; and Ev:m, quickly wheeling his liorso, turned in the saddle and fired at the Hying shadows without—once, twice—as they came into view. Then came a halt, a rush of quick-changed hoofs, and the crip twigs of the trees about him hurtled around his ears, as six carbines simultaneously spike that their covey was flushed. Through the snow-dimmed woods he saw them crash, he sitting motionless, half turned in saddle, his left hand firmly feeling the bit. "Tal ;e him b* ■'.rind yoa, Dov.-d,'* tho ""Wc'ro wasting time."' lirs of arms raisod the Dt uijjrently, and placed him major ore :rod. And two stout p: Unhappy Invention "If it should, I'll orderaeamp. Cousin Caro," the boy broke in, with a laugh. "Yon shan't get your little feet wet, •even; for I promised Gen. Jeb I'd see Tho principle of tlio "penny-in-theslot" machine, if we. are to believe n recent visitor to Loudon, has received j\ new ami ingenious application in Boglaud. He declares that as ho was jusDt rising from being shaved in a little bar ber sliop in London he heard a particularly bad hand organ going, out on the "Surcljr you may." And Carolyn Clay frankly extended the little gauntlet over the neck of her pawing roan. "We regard the I'almctto boys as comrades, known or pot. Thank you sincerely for your warning, too. We'll keep our eyes well front, ?est assured. Good-by." p of tlie Irishman's horse. •ant, scud him back to headl)etail Riley to guard him."' "YOU KKEM TO KEEP WEI.I. POSTED Ml ■you safe at 'the Ferry' or never claitn a chevron! But it can't snow! U-ughf It's too deuced cold'." the youngster added, throwing his cape higher about hi? ears. "Don't you inimd it. Cousin Caro?' "Not a bit!" the girl responded, cheerily. "But we seem to go *o slowly! Oh, Evan, if daybreak catch us before wf make the landing, what will 1 do? They expect me, over there; und if J miss this trip, there's tio knowing tclun I can get back. And poor little Fairfax so needs morphia and quinine: and many another, too. Capt. Charlton wArned me—" STUAKT'8 headquarters." The trainp of hoofs was now plainly heard, cut by the clank of sabers—perhaps five or six—perhaps a score. arjir ordered, wheeling his horse, n infantry support, Paddy," whis- I Evan, jis he gripped the Irish- So 1 did not know until recently that it took C0,(xH) years for the light of a star to reach the earth, and even then that it does not amount to much. 1 crossed the gray-gleaming haze before them,—a sudden change of arms,—and the officer spurred ahead as the challenge rang out. Greene bent over his horse's neck, quickly replied to the serge&pt, and next moment the little party was galloping by, the flakes falling crisp and cold, but more rapidly now, and Evan, soldier-like, again dropping to the rear. Your mother sends her simple, untutored love, and so also does YotrK Father. Loosing the taut rein, Miss Clay let the eager roan bourn', forwards as Munson gloomily* stepped out of tlie road and came to a carry, like a spectral sentry through the mist. '•CavaLry'." the scout whispered to the girL "l'robably our scouts; possibly—"nsan Hark ! what's that?" the 1 officer, mi&lcaly cheeking' his ;':k1 turning in saddles to listen. "1!—1 rhjht and left—an s/:irm- street. grew up wild and free, and would hav* laughed to see the" man who could overtake and matriculate me. The above letter, even though dictated and afterward carefully edited by a scholarly hand, would indicate that the Indian has never been fully understood. One of these strange people tried a little over nine years ago to make himself understood to me, but could not get near enough, he claimed, to do so. His ruse had tolil. He had drawn off pursuii from the girl; and even then hi trained ear caught the beat of B' fadi i, After paying for his shave and lingering a moment lie went pnt. He was as tonisbed to see that there was no ona turning the ham! organ. It was evidently 411 automatic machine, going by clockwork. No one stood nea: it. llo hesitated only a seoonu; but she calmly finished for him: laz^r's Mai Look at Alexander ihn Great! 1 did not know that ho studied elocution without Aristotle. 1 did not know thai an educated could take the tariff, for instance, and nse it as an excn.se for leading an immoral life. "Nice fellow, that. Cousin Caro." Evan said, chirpily, as he ranged alongside. "All those Legion fellows are, I guess. J1 olio! that is snow, sure enough. Felt it on my nose." "If they're Yanks, they are feeling for our pickets," Evan whispered back. "They'll go east, over the road we came. We can cut through thy woods road and dodge them in the bottom—" "Avorill's. If so, which way?" hoofs uooii the hard road behind had ga'ned tile trail and a quarter of a mile start! Now for himself; for the foremost federal was within twenty yards of his still uDscH?n foe. She »n ln.it nut more, the road was clear, jn either hand con- H W "What sort of horse did General Stuart ridi".'"' Greene asked, suddenly, breaking silence. ing t he little f and cadi man's Approaching the queer rrrjchjne. which was still grinding out a ferociously bad mnsic, the stranger observed tliia sign in large letters on tha front: "If you want the organ to stop, put a jmnny in (he slot." rbisi" at a "reudv AX - Is "I hope it isD," the lady answered, briefly. A Qsi h of the t betwixt, ;i groan ti Vankoc'a horse plungvtl pistol, a sound .1 u roar, aiul the rwarcj to his For now, from southward, plainly o'.uulc.l hoofs, at rapid trot; and soon le of accoutrements told of cav- But I was left to rr.-.i wild, as it wers. making faces at people in the springtime of life, and now in the auttsinn of my days my name i.s Dennis. Here on the Cherokee Strip i am all the tune brought in contact with inferior people who have never been vast. Since 1 have been east myself 1 can .see how rough and coarse we are here in the west. \Ve are earnest ami ojieu hearted, hut we lack refinement. "Capt. Charlton! He's a fine mentor, too!" FauntWoy broke in,with 3, vicious dig of spurs that sent the black ahead •with a great hound. "And he asked "You do? Well that's ritarj.table to the poor devila on dark picket, Hhp "A heavy chestnut with white mane and tail," Miss Clay answered. "No! If they pass us, straight for 'the Perry!*" The girl's whisper was calm, but its clear, bell-like ring carried command not to be gainsaid. the ji airy ; knees, i-olling his ri icr in the snow vancinjr. In roar of the Inst trooper, -Evan listened -with bated Clay." "And the chief of staff rode a big bay,'' the Carolinian added. "Those horses were in front of Gen. Hampton's tent when I went for final instructions from Col. Fraser this morning. Fauntleroy,"—he turned in his saldlc as the scout drew up, speaking less familiarly, and with authority in the tone, "a halfmile beyond is my advance post. How many miles further lies your 'Ferry' ?" "Seven, sjr," the scout replied, promptly. touch of the spur, a shake of the bit, and Evan's black—well trained to that kind of work—was dashing southward at half-speed, skimming tree-trunk* Ho promptly slipped in a penny, whereupon the organ gave a sort of dying groan and ilie noise ceased. Too Particular. ■the general for the honor of escorting yon to 'the feray'!" he added, pulling "F had forgotten them," the girl replied. "I was only thinking that it would moderate in snow, and then the river would uot freeze before I could get back. Yes; that is «n Dw; one—two —three—a dozen flakes have struck my cheek." " ''Hie Ferry,' then, if they pass us," theman replied, adding, quietly: "Put up that thing." He noted the motion of her hand, tcstinK the chamber of a pistol; and by the gleam of white skin he dimly saw, too, that she had drawn the gauntlet from her pistol hand. "Put that up, I say. If they be Yanks, this is a case of run. not fight. Listen; for time is short!" The hoofs were plainly heard now, a dozen horses trotting slowly towards them, a down sabers jingling merrily against their Hanks. "Listen, and remember. If they see us, cut straight through the -a woods for the trail they're on now. Follow it straight south, till you strike a rock fence; jump that, and you're in an old Held, where Ulazer can distance any cavalry horse any Yank owns. If I lose you in the dark woods, ride to the nigger's hut across the field and turn Ulazer loose. Tell Isham, the old nig- brctiih Could they be rcbs? Were they Yank,.' Had Carolyn evaded them, friends or foes? Maimed, disarmed, and closely watched by the surly man who owed him »; dismount, the dialing captivc could only listen and conjecture. And nearer the horsemen trotted merrily through the snow—now falling and soon a dark shadow Nobody in the world is as particular about what he eats as a New York coachman, as the following dialogue shows: Then .1 rough looking man came ont of an ulehoase near by. wonnd tlio organ np like a clock, shouldered it anCi went on down the street, no doubt tC set its machinery going further on.— Youth's Companion. ithe horse down to even stride again, •"A nice escort he'd be! Don't know a -foot of the road; and if a Yank popped • cap he'd be—" "Your superior officer still, Private dssporatoly closo, but choosing safest way v. holjy ungnided./vhile urjf 1 ever Coachman—Look here, cook, if yon give me any moro such victuals I'll go to a hotel and eat my meals. 1 ;un not going to put np with it. by fin id voice On came the pursue r4ru:i,? out We had a little merrymaking here when 1 got home from Washington, D. C. Fniigns Tamarac. a Brule Sioux who is spending the summer with us, drank a bottle of iodine that 1 got in Pittsburg for mj- rheumatiz. TTauntleroy," Carolyn Clay's voice cut "Enviable snow!" laughed her com' panion. "Would I were a flake upon that nose, if I might touch that cheek! That's as pretty a paraphrase as CafDt. Charlton—my superior ofiicer—could make- Hello!" he suddenly interrupted himself, as his quick right hand whipped a revolver from its holster and his left pulled #.he black down to a slow canter; "we're folloyred! Lieut. Greene said he didn't know—" through the dim woods, hand heavier mounts and ifrnorar in, coldly. "Discipline seems lax about •cavalry headquarters, to judge by the way your tongue wags." ay, vet fftillantly pressing after tli« Lot knowing if he we n heatilv Hope, "You needn't make out that you don't know what's the matter. You just own up that you have given me asparagus that is almost tough en6ngh to put on the table up stairs."—Texas Siftings. "What's the matter!' "Um! not an hour's spin. Keep yotir eyes about you, then. There may be strangers on the road Miss Clay would Drefer not to meet." flying' enemy loomed lip in distance Voting Larly (entering ilraper' —What do yon charge for this silk tie? shop; "Yes; he's my tuperior officer," he sneered. "Um! woods full of tuck•—su- ine or a dozen llonjre, sergeant," whispered the and the trooper's knees turned rs*o into the road, facing the in- his i arbine at dead aiui. "CI Shopman —(.Mi. merely a hiss, vjvv find arrain tho carbines major lii:D ho Younjr Lady (depositing1 the article i'* her satchel and tinning to dei«irt|—Ail right, then, book it. —Rosters Scheur Kaleuder. Those who opened him with suitable exercises said that on the inside lie looked like a Mardy Graw, whatever that is. "If discipline cannot, pray let courtesy curb your tongue. Capt. Charlton is iny friend," Miss Clay retorted, quietly. periors." "All right, sir," Evan replied, confidently. "We both have good eyes, know every foot of the road, and both horses have good wind. We're as good at running as at fighting, sir. But thank you all the same." .t nii.- chip ( i burk 111 in hi; kcC ut's luD;ul, as el one bullCD move t tr near tliuf? l!ut it was r "Halt! Who "xh there That Was the Way Ho Told It. "Yonr husband is not looking well tonight, Mrs. Rhymer." "He isn't, and I'm not surprised at I the \vikk1 as uarl With the countersign," 1 want yon to become refined and get good manners. Tho government will pay for the bulk of your education, lDuf I want you also to leum etiquette and roulette while east. Our table manners, too, here on the Cherokee Strip are \ ery tart and tacky, I find. Even Black Hawk, the great orator, while dining with Lord Baltimore, 1 am told, put sugar and cream en his olives and blew the pits across the room at u mark. "All- righ', coz; I'm dumb," Evan answered, again good-naturedly. could induce me to say one •word about your friend: not even that lie's the best friend Tom Charlton— Hello! pull up, quick!" And, suiting action to word, the cavalryman threw his rein into his right hand, renched •with his left for the lady's hit, ae, he drew hi* own horse almost on ifeD haunches. Hut the practised horsewoman was quicker than he; and the iirst glirrfpse of dark shadows looming He turned in his saddle, bending low over the crup to listen intently, the click of the pistol lock sounding sharp on the air. The girl steadied her horse's stride with easy pull of her left hand, and her right also slipped a revolver from the holster at her pommel. v\ ilhoi: i Evan stuck to th .lie Iter a there, Sere t. tirecr?" the answer. "Is DIiij. Conyers l)rlvtli to It •s lie ini#'.it, before He was trail rilur out "I tun lu re, Capt. Granger," the ofTiCrr answered. ridine out to his subaltern. "What brings your scout on this trail? You were to take the lower he. added, in lower voice. "Goodness gracions, cbild! That boo), isn't fit for von to read." And again the scout fell to the rear; and the silence of night was unbroken, save by fitful gusts of river wind that erackled the leafless trees. So, for several minutes, the two dashed ahead, the ground rising into higher bluffs, and the road widening as the woods opened more. And as the river wind gained freer play about the chilled riders it sent the snowflakes about their heads softer, larger and in dizzier whirl, coating the ground lightly, though not enough to muffle the hoofs ringing In unison on the hard clay. mto the woo: on tho fctler hi him that Carolyn ( Is. too: end-fainter Iwatof 1 fainter s it.'' in front 1. told "It ia jnflt the thing for this weather, mamma. It is so delightfully wicked tbat it keejis the cohl chills running over me all the time."—Indianapolis Journal "No? Has ho been overworking him- self?" ger, Marse Evan said to liiile yi;ti all day and bo sure to pet yon to'the Fcr- rr.uit road, "\V "It isn't that so much; it's his originality. Why that man is struck by so mauv orijfinsl ideas that his mind must be one mass of bruises."—Boston Globe. Into tli3 road hod was safe at .la: liod; into the road iuit 1 iirin? hearar.ay, sir," the Pursuing hoofs certainly rang out i'rom the frozen road behind, drawing nearer and nearer. ry' at, night- You understand?" soon strung the pv yell and touch of !D:• giire the black his h id with a ■purs the seot:* 1 and raced for younger Dldicr replied, in the same tone. "And, besides, we had a chase after the best piece of horseflesh and pluckiest piece of womanhood 1 have htruek in rebeldom. She cut my shoulder strap with a bullet, in reply to challenge, then took to cover and led us through the woods like a born fox "I do—perfectly," the girl replied, still quietly. "You mean to light them ofF while I run." . From ill* French, Poultry Dealer—IIow did yon like the goose's liver you had yesterday? It is such things as these that have kept the Indian back and induced people to hesitate about inviting him to the annual dinner of the bong tong. More Law Aguisiht tlie Poor.Man, "There's only one," Evan whispered, quietly. "If he's a Yank, he's not after Us. But forewarned is forearmed." All tiiis was qufckly spoken, in whi pers, but clearly distinct on either si.'. Then, straight ahead nmff ont a distant shot—a pistol, his trained far told levari; and his heart prow as load, for he knew the federal bail used the car- The prirl had met some check— •hting her way through! freedom Young Housekeeper—It was very nic*- indeed. I want another one, but from the same yoose, re member.-V-^rvith. "You are charged with running along the sidewalk at a rapid rate and knocking people down," said the police justice. - - . ; "Well, I have a right to, haven't IV" S-iicily answered the prisoner. . "No. sir; you have not. If you want to do that sort of thing you must own a bicycle."—Iudiauapolis Journal. roadside tightened her pull on it, and the strong stride of tl#D ell into a canter, a trot, then a before the clear "Halt! Who liar?" rang out on the night, not, He wheeled his horse and halted behind a tree, as Miss Clay, with intuitive tactics, turned hers into the underbrush epposite and faced the road. The approaching homos had turned into the sandy read, trotting east towards them, not one hundred yards aw?y. For an instant Evan was silent, lie had combated (Carolyn Clay's will before, and knew its strength. Then lie whispered:hunter." Sitting Bull was just beginning to obtain social recognition at Washington when in reaching across the table one day at the White House to help himself to the president's kummel he dragged the corner of his Pullman blanket bine, "And you let a woman escape you?" The old major's voice was very dry. Outline lor un Epitaph. 'Now is it bot enough for yoy'r" • * * * cri»cl: "S-stI coz," called the scout, in strident whisper at the shadowy shape in the haze opposite. "There's only one "Pull up!" the officer cried, suddenly; and, as the other horses fell into slow canter at the command, he touched his own with the snur and turned fruui th« was f Clinching his teeth and bending far over the neck of his foaming steed. Fauiitluror drove both sours eruellv Let me talk." Fauntleroy softly. "They're Yanks! "Not finally, sir. Her horse pumped— he must huvp he«n overridden—*o we « • » D died. — WasUiuKion Star. threw.
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Title | Pittston Gazette |
Masthead | Pittston Gazette, Volume 43 Number 6, September 16, 1892 |
Volume | 43 |
Issue | 6 |
Subject | Pittston Gazette newspaper |
Description | The collection contains the archive of the Pittston Gazette, a northeastern Pennsylvania newspaper published from 1850 through 1965. This archive spans 1850-1907 and is significant to genealogists and historians focused on northeastern Pennsylvania. |
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Date | 1892-09-16 |
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Full Text | K*T.VIiIJSHKl» 1 Hr'°- ' VOL. XLIII. -VO. 0. * Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. IMTTSTON. Ll /CEKXH CO., PA,. FRIDAY, SEITEMBER 16, |K«r_D. A Weekiy Local and Family Journal. • * I .50 I'l-.K \ v Nl'M I IN ADVANCE. A FAIR None ol ours so high up." ThC! horses were at a dead stand, pawing'. of him. It he's a Yank, leave him to me. Don't you shoot! Mamma's a widow: and you might make her an or- oji. n roa.i into a clump of tree hilltop. The quick ears lv hOlI heedless of bullets every filler of h brair hemmed her in at .Ir.r.t. Sergt. Flynn.: he added, louder, "advance, with you IA THE POOR INDIAN. through the butter bv mistake, and then, with a merry laugh, wiped iton his hair, Btti Breaker. "Who be ye 'uns?" drawled the sentry, now in mid-road, with musket levelled. "Answer, quiek! Ye'd bet- phan, too! ht'.the ring of arms brought to -a I airi it is t shot —no prisoner. This afterward iinbittered his whole life, end he hardly went out any more after that, regarding lifo at the capital as hollow and artificial. "All right, you goose," Mis whispered back, as quietly as though consenting to give liira a turn in the german. "AYhen we get hack to headquarters I'll make you shoot a match villi me, before the staff—" C'.a-v us 1 aappearetl J p.:xr in the v t tliat only death's stillness head. Ilut from behind the thud of 1 r f he And Carolyn Clay's horse was led to BILL NVE GIVES A LETTER FROM ONE ter!" "Thi ikis ruv i Hut i'il r " f n bit furth id to Faur to him hoofs dre w ne of liis increased the. f at, tlie girl bitting erect in saddle, quiet, but pale, and with an ugly glcara in her blue OF THE PAWNEE TRIBE "Friends, with the countersign." clieorily responded the cavalryman, adding lower to his companion: "By Jove, there's no Yank in that tongue. Xor' C'lina, or I'm no scout." ticfOv with poet icarcr still! Then, wi'enchin# It has lDeen the unfortunate history of onr eminent red men that whenever their talents liave thrown them intc good society they have almost universally corked themselves. Look at Red Shirt, in Paris, and Poor Dog, in London. It is but a repetition of our sad history as a people. i tal It up- ,th hat "Who arc you, madam—or miss, I presume?'' Maj. L'onyers asked, f.alutiug' ■gray eyes. From Vviilcll It AVi'l isc. Seen That lie On a;rain iu silence for one mil Then the Carolinian, with evi two soul 1 lier anil the son Is IWucli Misunderstood— BY X. C. DE LEON. "Listen! He's calling,—yes, falling me!" Evan broke in. "I ivonder what's up! It's the lieutenant's "oiee;" and he drew into the road, sis the hoofbeats came clearer, and the legion oilicer galloped up. tliree es, each with r ru fn •m /' -•, courteously dian Nation Hub Suffered In Silence. — How the Iu- "Wall, dismount one fren' and 'vanec with the count'sign," solemnly replied the sentry. irm hand upon t / D—f, ■ -D • •Jr,r, VvD~D / YiJ %£ .». W:wjk v- v-V./ite'isSs^&" "A \ irginian. A lady causelessly eharusl and arrested while riding quietly homeward," the girl answered, defiantly.Wliat Has Kept Hit- Indian Hark. Cupyrijfhf. I Hill, by J. B. Lippiocoit Co., and published by special arrangement. "1 can go no further," he said. "Gee 1)3". Mi s Clay; and God speed your m Like liorsos stood, their sid [Copyright. W, by Kdgr.r W. Xye.] Evan slung himself from saddle, as lightly as the cramp from cold permitted, and strode briskly towards the scarce heaving now, but with forwar Tho following letter from a Pawnee Indian who lives near the Cherokee Strip, a small territory so called because the Cherokees used to go there for that purpose, is handed to me by mail with a request that 1 will be kind enough to nlit and correct it. and then, if thought best, allow it to fall into the hands of the press. The letter is written by au Indian, somewhat ad-vanced in years, to picket when you come back with t medicino:; and—" he patVsed an in tn •/m r.v 1.1 .1 US I'Oj'UliilUl (), J-'TOO t,rcr that mii-htcome. And in that still '•Virginia ladies seem to choose Strjirfge hours for quiet rides,"' the old major retorted, rather primly. "Will you give me your name, occupation and :ice, upon honor, if I parole you?'' Red Shirt during the engagement of the Wild West show in France was invited to dine with President Carnot and Ferdinand de Lesseps—pronounced de Les sejjs—at the restaurant of Brabant, t he French Delmonico, and when the pale green pistaclie ice cream came on. and the finger bowl, Red Shirt, tho great warrior, who looks almost exactly like Napoleon, the first °emperor, in order to show Carnot and his gang that he had traveled and observed a great deal, evidently took the ice cream brick for a cake of castile soap and bathed with it freely in the finger bowl, coming out after awhile to run along the bauk and restore his circulation. CHAPTER L ''ALL QUIET ALONG THE POTOMAC!" LINK-KLINE klinkita - klinkitaklink-klink!"chimed the hoofs over the frozen road as the horses dashed on through the night. It was a rough road, too, curving aimlessly through frost-crisped under"brush here, there "I thought I'd visit my advanec pick- i et," he said to Evan, Carolyn Clay faoercd a trifle anxiously, "so I spnrtvtl r.[D, to overtake you. You're both bettor . mounted than I: and a voice earri s s i. ; I feared to yell. They may have r.d- ' vaneed since—" ncss i leaf v.- I'uo iw-flalce cp D soldi Halt!" rvptiin commandwl the latter by, Mr. Fa slfftiifitfantlv "the news. y, ari'.l trend hi harp andejear "Le 'tenant Greene, as we 'uns ain't got no count'sign on this yerc picket, ye'd better come an' git it ye'self!" Anc\ the click of the gun lock sounded clea.' ti the frosty air. you! i MC2 I tit Witii u piirtiup* f A Pffcsp of ulllod by ds'.nip sand of the lit. t ] 10 strang'cr horsemen trot- reside Xr* 4 aX "I demand to bo released unconditionally and permitted to proceed to my home," Miss Clay answered, haughtily. '•Do you Yankee soldiers confess that you war upon southern women?" his he vsmJ-iir Hoped 1 is rocd c in; ved into rie i-uite ami silent a solitary rider in lie stopped=abruptly, but not b the girl's quick perception caugii idea. ■onfedero t the moony vupor roiling round 'vf- "Steady, Munson!" called the lii Vktcnant, advancing- ont of the shadoira at the roadside. ''Thunder, a worna \ him •1 the i f D A HACK I On t.he troopo 3 moved -two—two "Perhaps; when southern women shoot at us in their jocular way," the veteran replied. "But we waste time, madam. Will you answer my ques- "So you r,re expecting Avcrill?" she l aid, quietly. "Let me see: he would 1; uve to cross at Washington,or above. I f hi: be out f/Dr a raid, lie would not forcc/lU rcli his horses over such roads; so we shuild make 'the Ferry' long before his sjovts could meet us. Besides, he woo.'d take the lower road. It is better th\h this trail." "That's a soldier ajju a gentleman Cousin l aro," Evan said, as th. y sj along, "Good taste, too; hasn't 'Pon nay word! ho seemed hard hit; ; in the dark, too:" And flu; lit hearted fellow lau.Thrd, as thongh i were not and enemies were road of only in, until the pmct 'd eye £-■] CQ, W J% '4/r- if ipun of the bixnit counted twelve; taking in, through night and mist, tho outline of cape, t!:c di/cering- seat, the precisegait of fed 1 cavalrv "I deny your right to question. I demand to be released as a non-combatant, ''twas the fii-m response. tion?"' stretching into long, straight reaches, under barearmed trees that seemed to poinUivaming fingers to the steely-cold sky overhead.If Evan Fanntleroy kncv.- what fear 2 certainly had never obeyed styHcluftlly to in the fiiiry tales. moant tlie C! T feom ::ki7istD the thud of uoofs My dear son, the Indian nation has suffered on account of tl.ese things, for they get into the papers and hurt us. You must le:irn not only the habits of the Medes, the Persians and the Free Will Baptists, but how to hold your knife at table. That is what you are there for. That is what 1 ain beefing the old cow for. That is what J am going to wear your old baseball smt next to me this winter for. That is why your mother weeps at night and wears your pajamas by day. Poor Dog hurt our people as much in England as Black Hawk did us good by his speeches. He was inyited to dine i 11 the royal grounds, they tell me, and while the party was strolling through the grounds, the queen having lieen frightened by a mouse, Poor Dog, thinking to show his gallantry, gave chase to the mouse, and when he caught it under the chair of the Princess Alexandria ate it in order to show her ma jesty that there was no deception about it. "Don't hi? a goose, Evan:" Miss Clay retorted, haif amused in sDite of her know Iriaself in tliat respect. In tie front of the charge, in long and lonely scout, r.i still more trying test pf lyin" inactive for hours under heavy Arc* the boy had ever been utterly oblivions of danger—had ever earned a jest upon his lips. But now beads stood upon his brow, spite of the piercing cold, and he could hear his heart thumping audibly close under his chin. For* never had greater responsibility than his own life —-not counted by him—or a missing report, because of a bullet, faced "him. Now, a womans safety and freedom— perhaps her life, for he knew his cousin would fight, or fly, but never yield— were upon his tact and eool- a mjun OEE\t XKAI'.HK. "Son-eonibatants do not shoot in reply to challenge, on lonely roads," the major retorted, rathe* * impatiently. " Will you answer, or not? What is your 'Tcunrea pood soldier, Miss Clay," the Carolinian replied, gazing through the }*lr;Din at the cool speaker, in some wonderment. "15ut J have never mentioned (Jen. Averill's name: nor do I really know anything beyond my own orders at last dawn. Yonr idea is not an impossible one, for I do not suppose the general would have sent us on a pienic; but whom, or what, he expects I have no knowledge." himself round, the flying rebel saw a For it was midwinter of 1S63—that clime-imposed rest in the grapple for life, or death, of the blue and gray giants, still watching in eager crouch on either side of that world-noted river. 0 What :i t)o.v you i iOIl t ! !). \ :vh a nois ■ ;\\ know : .injflo horseman, far in lead, charging down cn him; and the greatstride of the horso v/arnod him that his own r.adcrfed boast must lose in that overmatch. More carefully before he braced she ndch 1 !Iy u'or hCb ha«i * s. » ried ahnr.t this liC ;• if ( ,5 that boat t ly been in camp! ht. Fairfax (u rD, should 1 A moony haze that was not light, yet loomed up objects of near distance in gigantesque dimness, lay over the land: and the east wind, sweeping across the broad Potomac, paused an instaut to touch its lips to hor cold waves, then i mounted the southern bank with new..chilled breath from the caress, to swirl about the riders pressing onward in ■seeming defiance of its efforts. bt for • I poor moth w Ov'v T i b Yon know ho.i' \lid himself by his knees, taking- steady aim .tt tilt* on-rushing shadow behind, just orn nervous ;he is wit hi nursing am' anxii SIiotfM :.hc chancrt to hear of Van] s a l'ed ilash gleamed out from it. on the rDad, her fears would c His turning had saved the scout, for he fait the v. iud of the bullet whizzing1 by; but he heard, too, that rasping-, indescribable sound of lead crashing into llcsh! One lurch, and the black was on his knees, rolling' over so quickly as to pin his rid'./s leg beneath him. On sped the pur ,nor, followed close by others; "Averill!" the girl answered confidently. "Ilunter and Kilpatrick are watching1 West Virginia—we know that at Stuart's headquarters; also that Averill was closeted with the secretary of war at Washington Ipst Wednesday, and cavalry was massing at llaqK-r's Ferry andalxiveon Thursday Kvan—" capture, prkon —for mo!' "Why. cos. what's the n ing-. tremble? See that fo: the left? That is but tin •the Ferry;' and the horsos are us £tt ill f hcDrrow- COMING HOME WITH A FH1EXD. rk away to ■co mik's to his son, who is attending the Indian school at Carlisle, Pa., and shows so umch humanity, even in the bronzed bosom of the stoical v.-arrior. that there can certainly bo no harm in publish- Ac oddly-mated pair these were, for time and place like this: A tall, lithe .feoialo form, clad in heavy riding habit and cape of coarse gray cloth, soldier's •oft slouched hat drawn close over the brow, .long gauntlets covering hands that had firm, practiced grasp on the reins that checked a powerful roan horse; her companion a sturdy soldier, seemingly, in the wrap of his gray overcoat, his slouched hat trailing a long black plume, and high tliigh boots, resting lightly in lonj* stirrups that swayed to each stride of his black horse. Had the light been stronger, and had •carious observer been a possibility oa «uch a night, on that lonely trail of the neutral ground in time of flagrant war, the woman's face would hare challenged closer scrutiny. The clear-cut, highfared features were lit-by large gray eyes, that glinted out watchful and resolute; and the firm-set lips wero fullcurved, denoting sensitiveness a3 well as character. Such curious observer, too, might have noted that the rough habit clung about a figure not too full, but of most symmetric curves; that the gauntlets covered hands as long and taper as they seemed firm and nervous; that the heavy coils of ruddy-gold hair, beneath the semi-military hat, shone smooth and glossy, even in that wind. as— nos: "What is tbat jrlaw -yrcv by tlie river to the right? Ka, tiicro!" } broke i::. pointing Lmpaiieutly Slowly—taking ages, it Roomed, to the aching brain of the confederate—the officer trotted by;slowly one pair ofrid- aiul llio reb—with teeth set from puin " I1.UT! WHO GOES THAU?" the scout, who had fallen to the rear as the ollicer joined the lady, drew closer up. as she continued—"did Capers say that the cavalry at Harper's was Aver ill's?" a is.; Clay ud rar- ■rrsteil his pistol on his bridle i-m and vraited to make his last shot ing it on a night Ilk© this!" ho muttered under htj breath; adding aloud: "Who are von. friends?" Cherokee fjTrjp, Ang. 20. A faint, pinkish haze showed dimfy through the whirling snowflakes--a steamy glow, rather than a light. The scout gazed steadily in the direction awhile, then answered, plaeidly: ers— ous tension could scarce refrain from giving one red-hot "rebel yell" and dashing out upon them. another—another —until his nenr- .sure telling. 'Y'euse tii ing!1' rang out in clear command; and the trained troopers fell into twos, as they rode up behind their My D;:ai! Son—We gut your letter last week regarding your matriculation fee. but 1 could not answer till 1 had went to town and found out what H was. That took time, and besides 1 mot a number of old friends who was witii me in the late war when, as yon remember. the Pawnees seceded from the United States. We met in town and passed tiie time of day, after which we went to the drug store and opened a bottle of pain killer, and 1 was late getting homo. Your mother says that you must not overdo this matriculation business. as times here are not very plenty i note wnat you say regarding tne band, and trust that you shall learn to play upon it if yon can have a suitable uniform and buy an orp'ueclyde. You know how anxious I am to see you got an education, and that 1 shall try to keep yon in funds if possible, but it worries me at first to do it ljecause you know what a poor farmer i am. The Indian, however, suffers, but ho does not weep. Ho can endure anguish, but he disdains to cry like a woman. I a:n an aged hemlock; so is your mother. "I'rivale, K company, —th Virginia cavalry; attached to Gen. Stuart's scouts," Evtli replied, prompt!}', sure of These matters of history connected with the rise and fall of the red man give me a pain in the neck. You may redeem your people, my son, and astonish these pilgrims came here to onr ".Mostly Avcrill's; some raw recruits and a Pennsylvania Dutch regiment,4' the scout answered, formally. "Hut lien. Jcl» doesn't believe they mean to move over such roads. Neither do I," he added, with delightful assurance. "It'sonlv a feint." ihen tho seeming endless agony was over; the last riders had passed, disappeared. and were ascending the bill beyond tho hidden watchers; and not a suspicion had that ostrich of a scoutcommander that his'prey had been so his man "Northern lights, maybe; but I'm no dab at astronomy. Seems pretty low, though. Perhaps there's brush afire in that bottom." Covered by Evan's pistol, the latter rode on alone to certain death, his own revolver silent in his hand. For, with his brutal fire of battle hot in his blood, the scout steadied his aim. and pressed his fingi-r slowly on the trigger—when suddenly he grew dizzy from pain, and fell back helpless. The next instant the pursuit was on him and he was covered by the officer's pistol. "Have you passes?" The cavalryman for reply extended a paper, which the officer, swinging his pocket lantern, scanned curiously, reading half aloud: "DISMOUNT ANI) SECURE IUJI, SF.F.GEANT." name, and what were you doing hereabout with a cavalry soldier?"' jOy-' ■rfxD A\ y^r "It is a fire," tho girl replied. "Sc.i! It expands and falls. Evan, can it be a campfirt?" The legion trooper looked from girl to scout in profound amaze. Then he ■aid, bluntly: near and—missed! Then the southern woman—like all her Histers, forgetful of danger, of self, of all save her love's labor—whispered: "I told you, major! That's my cousin from the farm." Evan began, only to be cut off by the sergeant's rstern cab: "Mis*. Carolyn Clr.y, ot tny staff. and lier escort, havo permission to pass all posts and pickets In tils military district. "Not much!" he answered, lightly. "We're 'way beyond our linos; and surely no Yanks could camp so near th'cm without our scouts' knowledge. By Jove, Cousin Caro, I really believe tho legion man has made you nervous!" "Silence in ranks! Riley, guard yonr J. E. B Stuart, Major General." "You certainly seem to keep well posted at Stuart's headquarters." "T1 now." God! we can make 'the Ferry' prisoner! Handing the paper back, the lieutenant advanced and raised his cap "We certainly do, sir," Evan replied. And in answer, clear and shrill and loud frcm the road beyond echoed the neigh of a horse; and ere Evan's quick hand could clinch his reared muzzle the roan had answered full and strong. "Dismount a nd secure him, sergeant,'' tha federal ordered, quietly: "Do you Hut the quick woman's wit caught the fact of her cousin's capture, and his euc, at the same time; and she folded her arms quietly, remaining silent. courteously surrender?"' "1 am Lieut. Greene,—th North Carolina, of Hampton's division, Miss Clay," he said. "All the army of northern Virginia krio svs your name and brave deeds. And, if I am not mistaken, this is a young scout who has already won liis spur; and the title of Fo—■" naturally. "That's (Jen. Jeb's business. The cavalry are the eyes of the army." "Caution and nervousness are not akin, as an older soldier would know," Miss Clay retorted, rather coldly. "I have too much at stake to risk any danger I can avoid. Oh, Evan, I must get to Baltimore to-morrow!" "I e::n do nothing else." Evan answered. sullenly, quickly adding, in his own vein: "And if you want a live capture, let some of your blue-coated gentlemen lift this good friend of mine "Hut in Hampton's not eve a a troop captain knows a thing; while you seem to discuss—" "\ cry well, madam." the major said. "I will send you to headquarters with your 'cousin' there, and let you discuss military ethics with the general. Capt. Granger, detail one man of your squad to guard this lady. Corporal* Doyle, report with both prisoners to provostmarshal at headquarters: the fires will guide you to the river bank. Captain. No time to lose novv! and only one! One chance. "Discuss! You hear the lieutenant, Cousin Caro?" Evan broke in with' a low laugh. "Why. sir, 1 would be currying Private Fauntleroy's horse, at 15 company's rope, one hpur after I said 'I think,' or 'I believe,' to the general. He wants what we know; says *Um— urn!' sometimes; generally only points to the tent door. The general was a regular, sir, and the scout that discussed' with him would discuss tack the next day, In place of headquarters luxuries,—bacon and corn-pone." . "Quick! the woods road! Remember: south.—the stone fcnce,—old Isham! Quick! for yourself!—for little Fairfax!" And iii echo came from the road: "Halt! Right about! Forward;— off my leg. "And so you shall, my dear, brave girl:" the boy answered, confidently. "See that open hilltop just beyond? From that we strike tjje last fork of this trail—good road and a short mile down hill to 'the Ferry.' It can't be much past midnight: and old Pete has orders to wait till the very last minute he dares, lDefore dawn. Brace up, coz! -You've been over this same trail three Tlu ready ergeant and another were alDeside him, the former deftly ng the pistol from his grasp, ne it took to raise the quivering ■0:11 his rider's leg and lift the He stopped abruptly; bu* Evan broke in with a merry laugh: "Finish it! Yes, 1 am. Fool Fauntleroy: but, I hope, not such a fool as 1 look, sir. This is my cousin, Miss Clay; and we Virginians are always proud to know Hampton's men." Brief ti: horse f boy, pa wrem Trot.' March!' For Carolyn Clay was one of those women developed only by "storm-andstrese" eras, 6uch as the brothers' ws;; a beauty and petted belle, fickle, glib of tongue, and light in dance; a, very mistress of society's sword-play, who could, at need, rise to heights of heroism and even do doeds to shame a soldier! Instantly the girl wheeled her horse, trotting rapidly between trees for the narrow road—tho reversed scoutingparty moving fast towards them, guided by the neigh. Once she turned, with pain, to his feet And soon Evan Fauntleroy and Ins cousin were again riding side by side, merrily, hopefully no longer, but he in physical pain, and in greater mental distress for her. she with gold-crowned head drooped upon her breast, and tears of mingled mortification and despair forcing their way between the lomr curved lashes. a word. Possibly some day when you get educated yon may redeem your people. Yon may be the • Moses of oar race. In the fntnre you may get a position in rffiank, and then times with my people will uot be so scarce as they are now. "Easy, boys! Wait a bit! I think that left leg's gone!" he said, with a catch in his breath. That's better. Mister Yank." And he put his foot gingerly on the ground, tried to rest upon it, then leaned heavily on the stal Wart sergeant. "Alwt.ys, Mr. Greene," Carolyn Clay r.dded. "Hut why are you down so near the river? We had no idea of meeting one scout, far less a pidket, on this (rail. I* any movement expected from AverillV" COULD NOT GET ENOUGH, country because they couldn't make a living in Earope, and who now ask us to work for them and take an order on the store. times— crying: "And I only reason," Miss Clay came to the rescue, "that the general would not have let me come, unwarned, had he really looked for a raid from the "And never felt a shadow of doubt before," she Interrupted, adding, with a sigh thatwould come: "Itlsbevauso I have so much more at stake than ever before. But it is nearly over, thank God!" "Come! Evan, you promised!" And the boy answered, cheerily: "Goon! Faster—for Fairfax's sake! I'm coming,"—adding through his clinched teeth: "when I've held them back lung enough to save you!" 1 want yon to loam an tbe language? and to spell the hardest word, as did Bruno Demi-Johnson, who went to the Indian school at Haskell and is writing this letter for me. Learn also to respect the laws of the land in which you live and how to turn a jack from the bottom of the pack without ostentation. »are you?" the officer asked. "A confederate soldier," Evan replied. Good blood and proud — straight- coursed from veins of lordly settler on ▼irgin soil, named for the queen—was that the night wind brought to Miss Clay's cheek; and her lissome figure could, upon occasion, straighten into a hauteur as rigid as that becoming "the daughter of a hundred earls." "Possibly, for aught I know to the contrary, miss," the CaroliniaB answered, quietly. "All 1 do know is that we were ordered on advance pickC?t-duty at dawn, with strict orders to respect no passes touih. Wo are to have no lires or lights; men not even to smoke," he added to Faantlerov. I havo already said rnncli through the hand of Demi-Johnson, and he grows weary with much writing, so I will soon cease, but I cannot do so without asking you once more to weigh well what I have said. river." "Scouting Ileal MuC!. "When did this scout Capers come in?" the Carolinian asked, suddenly. "Yesterday at six, sir," Fauutleroy answered "Nor on leave," the other answered. Illicitly, his shrewdness returning1 as The steaming horses breasted the hill bravely and reached the open crest. An easy slope led away into a broad, white road, new well carpeted with winter's wool. Just at its foot a narrow belt of trees stretched away to the left, leaving the bla?l: river plainly visible from the bold bluffs to the right, and through those trees cut a narrow road, dark and dismal through the broader gleam of the snow liaze, now seareo less light The thunder of close hoofs was opposite the scout; the federals, now at a charge, strung out us skirmishers along the road, to hem in their unseen foe. Without even a glance he knew that their carbines were unslung. and the least sound would bring a volley to drop hini out of saddle1, from the vantage darkness of his covert, he saw the first fijur dwih by, straight for the little trail for which the girl was making, too. pain decreased, * ) '"What command?" "Private, 15 troop, - ■, I shall try to meet your demands foi means to persecute your studies to tbC- bitter end. 1 have had no advantages myself, but nature endowed me richly with a massive brain, and no man evei outclassed me except your mbther, and that was when 1 had my skates on, as you say at college, having been out the night before brooding over the wrongs of my people. "And your pass is dated yesterday, Miss Clay," Greene replied. . —th Virginia Caviriswei? "I was riding As I said at the beginning, I am an aged hemlock. In my limbs the katydids and the wild woodtick nestle. To you I look for the redemption of our race. You can do it if you will. Come home prepared to pull the Pawnee out of his hole and emancipate him. The government will aid you. So will 1. I am not wealthy, but my credit is good. Washington and Baltimore, equally with Virginia's capital and her noted summer resorts of ante belium, had rung with the name of the brilliant young girl, who had stood the social campaigns of two preceding seasons with never one reported repulse, far less capitulation, yet had tied to her .chariot scores of noted captives, "rescue or no rescue." Nor had the two years of war known her less well, in the gayeties of the capital, when winter's mud and snow bade even Bellona stay her dneadful work; in the hospitals, thick-strenring the path of summer's battle: even, it was said, in more than one bold foray and perilous, in quest of Information or of jpueh-needed medicines. across the division river between the warring sections. alrj was t "Something's up; then, beyond doubt," the s.'OMt answered. "Marse Bob don't play freeze with his boys, this time o* year, for fun. I'll hunt it upon my own account, when I drop you at the river, Cousin Caro." "I got it at noon," the girl answered: adding quickly, as though to avoid shadow of suspicion of her hero: "The general was not in camp when we left. He and his chief rode off with Capers an hour after his return." to a farm below, with a lady,—had no i n Yanks were across the rivrr." "Yon fired on us," the cfficcr said, noli ;torn! "IJut 1 didn't—hit you!"' the boy rct::rt(ki. with a grin half of pain and half of fun, trying to pain time for Carolyn Clay and listening eagerly for any sound ILJ "The rivcrJ You are liound across. Miss Clay?"' the Carolinian asked anxiously,—adding, quickly: "l'ardon my unsoldierly question." The snow was beginning to fall more rapidly now,—though not yet a storm. They came suddenly round a bend hf the road; one misty shadow than day f "There! EUis' fork—just one mile to the landing!" cricd the scout, as they raced at speed down the sandy slope and nearly up to the bisecting tra.iL the hoofbeats ringing no longer, bat thudding dull on the dampened sand. southward. 1 want you to become familiar 'with the laws of your country, so that you can keep out of jail and not plead guilty, as 1 did in Kansas City once, not knowing then that it was customary to plead not guilty and then let the other side find out whether yon are so or not. Once I went on my own bonds to appear before the court on the 9th day of October in Omaha, and I had to get up out of a sickbed and ride eighteen miles, but I did it, my son, I did it—me and my case of smallpox together. "Dismounted Corporal Riley, sir," the sergeant reported to his officer, hand "I am trying to make Beckley's Landing in time to catch the boat across, tonight," the girl answered, frankly. "I hav« a young brother slowly dying in Richmond for want of medicine and tonics; and f »ra going to bring them over to him, if God Lete me!" ®r (rj? "That's even, major," Evan retorted, quickly, "You dismounted me. May I ask ono favor, sir? .My horse and I are old comrades," he added, with a little tremor in the voice. "Will you let the t put him out of painV—No! not He quielcly threw up the car- to cap. &G. "Ah, my dear young friend, what aro f ou playing with?'' Suddenly with one impulse both riders wrenched their horses' mouths so fiercely a3 to briny thern-almost to their haunches. Then both sat liko statues, their necks strained forward, ears bent eagerly towards the woods mad, just ahead. In the dead stillness, the deep breathing of the steaming horses was the only sound, save, to them, the quick beating of their own hearts. If 1 had mv life to live over again 1 would get a classicle education and keep store in Kansas, dealing in drugs, paints, oils, dyestnffs, toys, notions and stomach bitters for mechanical purposes. I always do what I say I will. The red man may suffer, but he disdains to cry like a woman. He may get tramped onto, bnt he never squeals. That is one thing I notice about mo that [ like. Cv ,1 "Mount, Mr. Fauntleroy," the officer ordered, briefly. "I nm but delaying you, Miss Clay; and you have many a mile to cover in the next two hours. 1 said J knew nothing beyond my orders; all a soldier has the right to know. But any reasoning creature may think, I suppose; and I do think, Mr. Scout, you had best be very watchful as you near 'the l'erry.* My pickets run to Grantley's; one at the fork roads; the other—the advance—at Gresham's farm. That far" —he paused and whispered a word in the scout's car— "this parole will pass you safely. After that, your own eyes and horses' legs must do the rest. Goodnight and good fortune, Miss Clay." H«» hesitated an instant. "May I shake Lands with you? All our corps honors your bravery and regards you as a comrade serjf. that Irine f M Less marked is outer seeming, while bo leas a type, was her companion; young, vigorous and gallant of mien above his rough grey coat and coarse brovm tbirt. For Evan Fauntleroy, like many another, had left U*e luxury of the old 'homestead, to cast his lot as * private soldier under the guidon of the "Black florae." Coolness in peril, punctuated by two bad bounds before Lis nineteenth birthday, had gained the boy so higher promotion than favorite aoout ito that blond-bearded cavalier who was his idol, Jeb Stuart. '•o sergeant leveled at signal r. "There's one ball left &d I think poor old Jeli Try to study economy along with your other branches, as I bate to beef the old cow before cold weather, and the calf is too small to turn into a money order yet. from t major "When do you havo to pay another matriculation fee? Let me know in advance, because I have to hustle sometimes to make it. in ray pistol vvouW rather go that way J'lio stout-hearted scout turned his face wide, ar.d the rough sleeve passed swiftly across his eyelids, as the federal So, fur seconds that seemed ayes. Then the scout whispered low, as though in answer to a question: Learn all tha languages, as 1 say, so that you can talk as well with a foreigner from New York as you can with an American. If yon see any of tho government I wish you won Id say that it is about time some one from our place should visit the White Father at Washington, and remaining in Washington five or six weeks to lay before him the wrongs of my people, and get a few more of those Cove oysters which go so far toward brightening up our sad lives hei-e on the Cherokee Strip. A :r "Yefc; hoofs! 'S-sh!—clank of sabers! Quick! into the trees! Quick! Go softly." troopD into tlia block's brain. last confederate bullet /— / Learn astronomy. 1 am most sixty years of age and did not know till yesterday that the sua is 02,000,000 of miles from here. These things are pathetic when you come to think a'oout it. There was no one near to tell me when I was u lad that it would tako a tram of carD 26U years to go to the sun, even if there was no accidents. 1 was a giddy young thing and thought only of the present. To go fishing as soon as the law was up was my delight, and to lead an outdoor life was the thing that my physician thought best for me at the time. asked, "Are you badly hurt?" the officer Both horses wero turned simultaneously into the screen of trees, well back frood the gleam of the open road; and Evan Fauntleroy, placing himself between the girl and the approaching sounds, leaned from his saddle, straightened her bridle, felt the roan's bit, and gently stroked his great neck. Then he rose in his stirrups, stretching the coldcramp out of his legs, braced -himself afresh in the saddle, a*id tested the chamber of the big revolver drawn from his holster. '"i'aft walking," Evan replied, with quid Bgrunt of p:iin, as he iigiiin t ricri to bear weijfht on his left foot. "X;D bones broken, I pueafi; but u ir-tvpr "PULL up!" TIIF. OFFICER CRIKD, BUB DE.NLV "It is going to snow, Evan," the girl said, abruptly. "I have felt, three stray flakes strike my nose already If it abould—" pretty bad wrench." The Toughest Hoy in Town—Mod, yer blind old chump:—Life. Let your habits be above reproach. Be industrious. Be hopeful and respect yourself. Obey the rules of your school, and yet do not underestimate yourself. Remember that the same hand which made tho great world and hung it in the air, with the day on one side and the night on the other forever and ever, created also the Indian not taxed. Then came the officer, in fuil career; and Ev:m, quickly wheeling his liorso, turned in the saddle and fired at the Hying shadows without—once, twice—as they came into view. Then came a halt, a rush of quick-changed hoofs, and the crip twigs of the trees about him hurtled around his ears, as six carbines simultaneously spike that their covey was flushed. Through the snow-dimmed woods he saw them crash, he sitting motionless, half turned in saddle, his left hand firmly feeling the bit. "Tal ;e him b* ■'.rind yoa, Dov.-d,'* tho ""Wc'ro wasting time."' lirs of arms raisod the Dt uijjrently, and placed him major ore :rod. And two stout p: Unhappy Invention "If it should, I'll orderaeamp. Cousin Caro," the boy broke in, with a laugh. "Yon shan't get your little feet wet, •even; for I promised Gen. Jeb I'd see Tho principle of tlio "penny-in-theslot" machine, if we. are to believe n recent visitor to Loudon, has received j\ new ami ingenious application in Boglaud. He declares that as ho was jusDt rising from being shaved in a little bar ber sliop in London he heard a particularly bad hand organ going, out on the "Surcljr you may." And Carolyn Clay frankly extended the little gauntlet over the neck of her pawing roan. "We regard the I'almctto boys as comrades, known or pot. Thank you sincerely for your warning, too. We'll keep our eyes well front, ?est assured. Good-by." p of tlie Irishman's horse. •ant, scud him back to headl)etail Riley to guard him."' "YOU KKEM TO KEEP WEI.I. POSTED Ml ■you safe at 'the Ferry' or never claitn a chevron! But it can't snow! U-ughf It's too deuced cold'." the youngster added, throwing his cape higher about hi? ears. "Don't you inimd it. Cousin Caro?' "Not a bit!" the girl responded, cheerily. "But we seem to go *o slowly! Oh, Evan, if daybreak catch us before wf make the landing, what will 1 do? They expect me, over there; und if J miss this trip, there's tio knowing tclun I can get back. And poor little Fairfax so needs morphia and quinine: and many another, too. Capt. Charlton wArned me—" STUAKT'8 headquarters." The trainp of hoofs was now plainly heard, cut by the clank of sabers—perhaps five or six—perhaps a score. arjir ordered, wheeling his horse, n infantry support, Paddy," whis- I Evan, jis he gripped the Irish- So 1 did not know until recently that it took C0,(xH) years for the light of a star to reach the earth, and even then that it does not amount to much. 1 crossed the gray-gleaming haze before them,—a sudden change of arms,—and the officer spurred ahead as the challenge rang out. Greene bent over his horse's neck, quickly replied to the serge&pt, and next moment the little party was galloping by, the flakes falling crisp and cold, but more rapidly now, and Evan, soldier-like, again dropping to the rear. Your mother sends her simple, untutored love, and so also does YotrK Father. Loosing the taut rein, Miss Clay let the eager roan bourn', forwards as Munson gloomily* stepped out of tlie road and came to a carry, like a spectral sentry through the mist. '•CavaLry'." the scout whispered to the girL "l'robably our scouts; possibly—"nsan Hark ! what's that?" the 1 officer, mi&lcaly cheeking' his ;':k1 turning in saddles to listen. "1!—1 rhjht and left—an s/:irm- street. grew up wild and free, and would hav* laughed to see the" man who could overtake and matriculate me. The above letter, even though dictated and afterward carefully edited by a scholarly hand, would indicate that the Indian has never been fully understood. One of these strange people tried a little over nine years ago to make himself understood to me, but could not get near enough, he claimed, to do so. His ruse had tolil. He had drawn off pursuii from the girl; and even then hi trained ear caught the beat of B' fadi i, After paying for his shave and lingering a moment lie went pnt. He was as tonisbed to see that there was no ona turning the ham! organ. It was evidently 411 automatic machine, going by clockwork. No one stood nea: it. llo hesitated only a seoonu; but she calmly finished for him: laz^r's Mai Look at Alexander ihn Great! 1 did not know that ho studied elocution without Aristotle. 1 did not know thai an educated could take the tariff, for instance, and nse it as an excn.se for leading an immoral life. "Nice fellow, that. Cousin Caro." Evan said, chirpily, as he ranged alongside. "All those Legion fellows are, I guess. J1 olio! that is snow, sure enough. Felt it on my nose." "If they're Yanks, they are feeling for our pickets," Evan whispered back. "They'll go east, over the road we came. We can cut through thy woods road and dodge them in the bottom—" "Avorill's. If so, which way?" hoofs uooii the hard road behind had ga'ned tile trail and a quarter of a mile start! Now for himself; for the foremost federal was within twenty yards of his still uDscH?n foe. She »n ln.it nut more, the road was clear, jn either hand con- H W "What sort of horse did General Stuart ridi".'"' Greene asked, suddenly, breaking silence. ing t he little f and cadi man's Approaching the queer rrrjchjne. which was still grinding out a ferociously bad mnsic, the stranger observed tliia sign in large letters on tha front: "If you want the organ to stop, put a jmnny in (he slot." rbisi" at a "reudv AX - Is "I hope it isD," the lady answered, briefly. A Qsi h of the t betwixt, ;i groan ti Vankoc'a horse plungvtl pistol, a sound .1 u roar, aiul the rwarcj to his For now, from southward, plainly o'.uulc.l hoofs, at rapid trot; and soon le of accoutrements told of cav- But I was left to rr.-.i wild, as it wers. making faces at people in the springtime of life, and now in the auttsinn of my days my name i.s Dennis. Here on the Cherokee Strip i am all the tune brought in contact with inferior people who have never been vast. Since 1 have been east myself 1 can .see how rough and coarse we are here in the west. \Ve are earnest ami ojieu hearted, hut we lack refinement. "Capt. Charlton! He's a fine mentor, too!" FauntWoy broke in,with 3, vicious dig of spurs that sent the black ahead •with a great hound. "And he asked "You do? Well that's ritarj.table to the poor devila on dark picket, Hhp "A heavy chestnut with white mane and tail," Miss Clay answered. "No! If they pass us, straight for 'the Perry!*" The girl's whisper was calm, but its clear, bell-like ring carried command not to be gainsaid. the ji airy ; knees, i-olling his ri icr in the snow vancinjr. In roar of the Inst trooper, -Evan listened -with bated Clay." "And the chief of staff rode a big bay,'' the Carolinian added. "Those horses were in front of Gen. Hampton's tent when I went for final instructions from Col. Fraser this morning. Fauntleroy,"—he turned in his saldlc as the scout drew up, speaking less familiarly, and with authority in the tone, "a halfmile beyond is my advance post. How many miles further lies your 'Ferry' ?" "Seven, sjr," the scout replied, promptly. touch of the spur, a shake of the bit, and Evan's black—well trained to that kind of work—was dashing southward at half-speed, skimming tree-trunk* Ho promptly slipped in a penny, whereupon the organ gave a sort of dying groan and ilie noise ceased. Too Particular. ■the general for the honor of escorting yon to 'the feray'!" he added, pulling "F had forgotten them," the girl replied. "I was only thinking that it would moderate in snow, and then the river would uot freeze before I could get back. Yes; that is «n Dw; one—two —three—a dozen flakes have struck my cheek." " ''Hie Ferry,' then, if they pass us," theman replied, adding, quietly: "Put up that thing." He noted the motion of her hand, tcstinK the chamber of a pistol; and by the gleam of white skin he dimly saw, too, that she had drawn the gauntlet from her pistol hand. "Put that up, I say. If they be Yanks, this is a case of run. not fight. Listen; for time is short!" The hoofs were plainly heard now, a dozen horses trotting slowly towards them, a down sabers jingling merrily against their Hanks. "Listen, and remember. If they see us, cut straight through the -a woods for the trail they're on now. Follow it straight south, till you strike a rock fence; jump that, and you're in an old Held, where Ulazer can distance any cavalry horse any Yank owns. If I lose you in the dark woods, ride to the nigger's hut across the field and turn Ulazer loose. Tell Isham, the old nig- brctiih Could they be rcbs? Were they Yank,.' Had Carolyn evaded them, friends or foes? Maimed, disarmed, and closely watched by the surly man who owed him »; dismount, the dialing captivc could only listen and conjecture. And nearer the horsemen trotted merrily through the snow—now falling and soon a dark shadow Nobody in the world is as particular about what he eats as a New York coachman, as the following dialogue shows: Then .1 rough looking man came ont of an ulehoase near by. wonnd tlio organ np like a clock, shouldered it anCi went on down the street, no doubt tC set its machinery going further on.— Youth's Companion. ithe horse down to even stride again, •"A nice escort he'd be! Don't know a -foot of the road; and if a Yank popped • cap he'd be—" "Your superior officer still, Private dssporatoly closo, but choosing safest way v. holjy ungnided./vhile urjf 1 ever Coachman—Look here, cook, if yon give me any moro such victuals I'll go to a hotel and eat my meals. 1 ;un not going to put np with it. by fin id voice On came the pursue r4ru:i,? out We had a little merrymaking here when 1 got home from Washington, D. C. Fniigns Tamarac. a Brule Sioux who is spending the summer with us, drank a bottle of iodine that 1 got in Pittsburg for mj- rheumatiz. TTauntleroy," Carolyn Clay's voice cut "Enviable snow!" laughed her com' panion. "Would I were a flake upon that nose, if I might touch that cheek! That's as pretty a paraphrase as CafDt. Charlton—my superior ofiicer—could make- Hello!" he suddenly interrupted himself, as his quick right hand whipped a revolver from its holster and his left pulled #.he black down to a slow canter; "we're folloyred! Lieut. Greene said he didn't know—" through the dim woods, hand heavier mounts and ifrnorar in, coldly. "Discipline seems lax about •cavalry headquarters, to judge by the way your tongue wags." ay, vet fftillantly pressing after tli« Lot knowing if he we n heatilv Hope, "You needn't make out that you don't know what's the matter. You just own up that you have given me asparagus that is almost tough en6ngh to put on the table up stairs."—Texas Siftings. "What's the matter!' "Um! not an hour's spin. Keep yotir eyes about you, then. There may be strangers on the road Miss Clay would Drefer not to meet." flying' enemy loomed lip in distance Voting Larly (entering ilraper' —What do yon charge for this silk tie? shop; "Yes; he's my tuperior officer," he sneered. "Um! woods full of tuck•—su- ine or a dozen llonjre, sergeant," whispered the and the trooper's knees turned rs*o into the road, facing the in- his i arbine at dead aiui. "CI Shopman —(.Mi. merely a hiss, vjvv find arrain tho carbines major lii:D ho Younjr Lady (depositing1 the article i'* her satchel and tinning to dei«irt|—Ail right, then, book it. —Rosters Scheur Kaleuder. Those who opened him with suitable exercises said that on the inside lie looked like a Mardy Graw, whatever that is. "If discipline cannot, pray let courtesy curb your tongue. Capt. Charlton is iny friend," Miss Clay retorted, quietly. periors." "All right, sir," Evan replied, confidently. "We both have good eyes, know every foot of the road, and both horses have good wind. We're as good at running as at fighting, sir. But thank you all the same." .t nii.- chip ( i burk 111 in hi; kcC ut's luD;ul, as el one bullCD move t tr near tliuf? l!ut it was r "Halt! Who "xh there That Was the Way Ho Told It. "Yonr husband is not looking well tonight, Mrs. Rhymer." "He isn't, and I'm not surprised at I the \vikk1 as uarl With the countersign," 1 want yon to become refined and get good manners. Tho government will pay for the bulk of your education, lDuf I want you also to leum etiquette and roulette while east. Our table manners, too, here on the Cherokee Strip are \ ery tart and tacky, I find. Even Black Hawk, the great orator, while dining with Lord Baltimore, 1 am told, put sugar and cream en his olives and blew the pits across the room at u mark. "All- righ', coz; I'm dumb," Evan answered, again good-naturedly. could induce me to say one •word about your friend: not even that lie's the best friend Tom Charlton— Hello! pull up, quick!" And, suiting action to word, the cavalryman threw his rein into his right hand, renched •with his left for the lady's hit, ae, he drew hi* own horse almost on ifeD haunches. Hut the practised horsewoman was quicker than he; and the iirst glirrfpse of dark shadows looming He turned in his saddle, bending low over the crup to listen intently, the click of the pistol lock sounding sharp on the air. The girl steadied her horse's stride with easy pull of her left hand, and her right also slipped a revolver from the holster at her pommel. v\ ilhoi: i Evan stuck to th .lie Iter a there, Sere t. tirecr?" the answer. "Is DIiij. Conyers l)rlvtli to It •s lie ini#'.it, before He was trail rilur out "I tun lu re, Capt. Granger," the ofTiCrr answered. ridine out to his subaltern. "What brings your scout on this trail? You were to take the lower he. added, in lower voice. "Goodness gracions, cbild! That boo), isn't fit for von to read." And again the scout fell to the rear; and the silence of night was unbroken, save by fitful gusts of river wind that erackled the leafless trees. So, for several minutes, the two dashed ahead, the ground rising into higher bluffs, and the road widening as the woods opened more. And as the river wind gained freer play about the chilled riders it sent the snowflakes about their heads softer, larger and in dizzier whirl, coating the ground lightly, though not enough to muffle the hoofs ringing In unison on the hard clay. mto the woo: on tho fctler hi him that Carolyn ( Is. too: end-fainter Iwatof 1 fainter s it.'' in front 1. told "It ia jnflt the thing for this weather, mamma. It is so delightfully wicked tbat it keejis the cohl chills running over me all the time."—Indianapolis Journal "No? Has ho been overworking him- self?" ger, Marse Evan said to liiile yi;ti all day and bo sure to pet yon to'the Fcr- rr.uit road, "\V "It isn't that so much; it's his originality. Why that man is struck by so mauv orijfinsl ideas that his mind must be one mass of bruises."—Boston Globe. Into tli3 road hod was safe at .la: liod; into the road iuit 1 iirin? hearar.ay, sir," the Pursuing hoofs certainly rang out i'rom the frozen road behind, drawing nearer and nearer. ry' at, night- You understand?" soon strung the pv yell and touch of !D:• giire the black his h id with a ■purs the seot:* 1 and raced for younger Dldicr replied, in the same tone. "And, besides, we had a chase after the best piece of horseflesh and pluckiest piece of womanhood 1 have htruek in rebeldom. She cut my shoulder strap with a bullet, in reply to challenge, then took to cover and led us through the woods like a born fox "I do—perfectly," the girl replied, still quietly. "You mean to light them ofF while I run." . From ill* French, Poultry Dealer—IIow did yon like the goose's liver you had yesterday? It is such things as these that have kept the Indian back and induced people to hesitate about inviting him to the annual dinner of the bong tong. More Law Aguisiht tlie Poor.Man, "There's only one," Evan whispered, quietly. "If he's a Yank, he's not after Us. But forewarned is forearmed." All tiiis was qufckly spoken, in whi pers, but clearly distinct on either si.'. Then, straight ahead nmff ont a distant shot—a pistol, his trained far told levari; and his heart prow as load, for he knew the federal bail used the car- The prirl had met some check— •hting her way through! freedom Young Housekeeper—It was very nic*- indeed. I want another one, but from the same yoose, re member.-V-^rvith. "You are charged with running along the sidewalk at a rapid rate and knocking people down," said the police justice. - - . ; "Well, I have a right to, haven't IV" S-iicily answered the prisoner. . "No. sir; you have not. If you want to do that sort of thing you must own a bicycle."—Iudiauapolis Journal. roadside tightened her pull on it, and the strong stride of tl#D ell into a canter, a trot, then a before the clear "Halt! Who liar?" rang out on the night, not, He wheeled his horse and halted behind a tree, as Miss Clay, with intuitive tactics, turned hers into the underbrush epposite and faced the road. The approaching homos had turned into the sandy read, trotting east towards them, not one hundred yards aw?y. For an instant Evan was silent, lie had combated (Carolyn Clay's will before, and knew its strength. Then lie whispered:hunter." Sitting Bull was just beginning to obtain social recognition at Washington when in reaching across the table one day at the White House to help himself to the president's kummel he dragged the corner of his Pullman blanket bine, "And you let a woman escape you?" The old major's voice was very dry. Outline lor un Epitaph. 'Now is it bot enough for yoy'r" • * * * cri»cl: "S-stI coz," called the scout, in strident whisper at the shadowy shape in the haze opposite. "There's only one "Pull up!" the officer cried, suddenly; and, as the other horses fell into slow canter at the command, he touched his own with the snur and turned fruui th« was f Clinching his teeth and bending far over the neck of his foaming steed. Fauiitluror drove both sours eruellv Let me talk." Fauntleroy softly. "They're Yanks! "Not finally, sir. Her horse pumped— he must huvp he«n overridden—*o we « • » D died. — WasUiuKion Star. threw. |
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