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THE IORTK PLATTE SEMI-WEEKLY TMBUSE: FRIDAY EVENING, DECEMBER 6, 1895: IRA Ij. BARE, Editob ajtd Pjbopkietob SUBSCBIPTIOK BATES. OeeYgar, cash in advance...... $1.25. SixXoaibs, cask In advance 75 Cents. SateredaltneKortnPlatie(Nebraau)postofilce&B second-claw matter. THE 7JUESIDEKT AJTO rOEEIGU AFFAIRS. 4Phe President's message is de voted to two subjects, and about equally divided between the two, foreign affairs and financial affairs. In regard to other matters he is content to refer congress to the de partment reports with a general concurrence in their statements of facts and recommendations. A great deal contained in the message is departmental in char acter, and would form the body of the report of the secretary of state if that official made annual reports like the rest of the cabinet. The original idea -was that the Secre tary of State was a kind ot private secretary to the President and that his part was to help the President prepare his address to' congress after the other chiefs4iave submitted their reports to the President. As a consequence, foreign affairs have to be reported upon in detail by the President, or not at all. Eight years ago no resume of foreign affairs was submitted to congress and the country. The remarkable thing about the first half of the message is its tame ness and utter lack of sympathy with little Venezuela in its con troversy with big bully, John Bull, or with Cuba in its efforts to throw off the yoke ot despotism. The Monroe doctrine is stated in a very mild and halting way and when it comes to poor Cuba not the slight est touchof the chord of sympathy comes from the President. His one anxiety is to prevent any violation of the neutrality law and the only result he looks forward to is the 1 suppression of the uprising and the restoration of peace on the old basis of Spanish rule. Cuba has been held in colonial bondage nearly four centuries and President Cleveland looks upon its indepen dence as out of the question. If France had taken that attitude toward our revolutionary fathers it is morally certain that they would have failed in their endeavor to throw off the yoke of colonial sub jugation to Great Britain. Then, too, when Mexico and South Amer ica rose in rebellion against Spain, President Monroe took a very dif ferent attitude from that of his present successor in the analogous case now in point. Clearly Cuba has little to hope for from Presi dent Cleveland in the way of recog nition, either of independence or belligerent rights. The President warms up some what toward our imperiled mission aries in China and Armenia, and is not wholly indifferent to Mr. Waller, but even in these cases he is very tame and timid. There is none of the ring of Andrew Jackson. When the hero of New Orleans saw fit to knock at the door of any foreign office he did not give any gentle and apologetic tap as if frightened out of his boots by fear there was a bull dog in the hall, but taking that stout old hickory stick of his he pounded away until the door was opened, and he took no time beating about the bush. Waller would have been a free man long ago with' a Jacksonian President, and with Monroe in the President's chair Venezuela would be in no danger of territorial robbery and Cuba would have been already recognized as a belligerent if not as an independent nation. While the President shows some concern for our missionaries in Armenia he dismisses the subject with the remark that the great powers are bound by treaty to look after and protect all Christians, including Americans. It is evident that he has no thought of using our own navy for the purpose of protecting American citizens now in the Ottoman empire. He does not seem to have any recollection of Decatur and the way our war ships in the early days of the cen tury were used for the relief of American citizens on the Barbary coast. The Dardanelles now take the place of the Strait of Gibraltar. We have as brave men now in our navy as we had then, but Grover Cleveland is now President. - The message in its first part has a good deal to say about foreign markets and the importance of get "ting them. The earmarks of free trade notions are plainly visable. He tries to console the wool growers oi this country for the removal of protective duties by assuring them that ArgentineRepublichas reduced the duties on certain products of thiS country. He reters to that of South America as "the country from which our woolen factories draw their needful supply of raw material." But the sheep raisers of that country need not flatter themselves that they are to remain in undisturbed possession of this market. Far from it. It will not be long before the President of .the United States will be a man chosen to that office by a party which pro poses that the expanse of sheep pasturage, shall be "the country from which our woolen factories draw their needfal supply of raw material." And what is it that the Argentine people take from us? Agricultural machinery, with which to bear the wheat markets of the world. That is the demo cratic idea of reciprocity. The un-American tone of the President's discussion of foreign affairs will be theme no donbt of a good many congressional speeches and it is safe to say that his critics will be confined to the republican party. Chicago Inter Ocean. . YELLOW JIM. By MAETHA MULLOOH TOT.TATftS. Copyright, IKS, by tlic Author. CHAPTER I. The house at Snmmerlands was tall and square, with the low roof of a wide piazza cutting the front of it horizon tally in two. All the bare upper space was thickly beset with windows. The bouse sat facing west. , In summer sun sets every window flamed out a bloody eye. The blood red was fading into dusk as Sheriff Smith stood upon the piazza, sorrowfully shaking his gray head. Tall, lean, wiry, there wife strife amount ing to contradiction betweeu his iron month and his kindly, weather narrow ed eyes. He stood with ouo hand, brown and sinewy, clutching the muzzle of his double barreled gun, the other laid lightly upon the Ehoulderof his prison er, .who writhe4.nnder the touch, for all the kindness of it He was as tall as the sheriff, as lean, too, but with the greyhound's thorongh- bred leanness. Even standing at rest you could not help but see how lithely supple was his strength, how deep his chest, how superb his swelling muscle. He had the finest thin olive skm, "With no stain of color save at the lips. They were thin and firm and showed a vital scarlet under the fringe of a silkyTnus- tache, black as was the fine, soft hair lying so lightly upon his head. Just back of him stood the sheriff's posse, behind them, framed in the wide doorway, a slim woman in a white gown, with eyes like dewy violets with lurid light behind them. She was pale a creamy pallor such as shows in the camellia's heart "With her lids dropped yon said involuntarily, here is a saiut, unless, indeed, you saw her smile ; then something more of the eyes' lambent flame hovered and wavered about her clear, pink lips. Mrs. Carroll Austin, it had been whispered the county through ever since her wedding day, was a born worker of charms. The whisper, of course, was a mighty well hushed one. The Austins shot straight aud had a habit of answering with a bullet any lur upon their womankind, particu larly Carroll Austin, last of the name, in the law's eye last of the race. The law, you see, could take no- account of Yellow Jim, though all the world knew that ho was his master's half brother and saw that the two were in face, voice, stature and speech almost exact counterparts. Jim was the elder by 18 months. His mother died when he was 3 months old some folks said of heartbreak because Carroll's mother was just brought liome a bride. She was a barbaric beauty, although she had barely an eigfith of African blood. There had been a suggestion of the palm tree and the desert in her flexible length, the warm languor of her eye& None of this came to the little lad left motherless. Except for tho peculiar blue white of the eyes and some trifling stain under the nails things which per sist through 20 generatious he was all Austin, and no discredit to the race. He grew up in the house, was Carroll's playfellow and protector throughout bis first five years and after that his companion in every boyish sport When Carroll was sent to college, Jim went along as a sort of guardian angeL The two had studied together always. So it is not strange that the slave lad got very nearly as inuch out of the college course as did his young master. His old one meant to set him free and send him abroad. The tie between them was not. the less strong that it was unacknowledged. But Jim Tvould have none of freedom that took him away from home and friends. Polks outside said that was not wouderful, seeing that he did exactly as he pleased, and was, even before Squire Austin's death, more master of Snmmerlands than its legal owner. Carroll had loved Jim next to the honor of the Austins until ho met the dewy fire of Lisette Weir's eyes. The wooing took a week, tho wedding a month. Perhaps the new Mrs. Austin loved her husband supremely. Certainly she was of those women who love in satiably all men's love. That was five years back, and those who looked to the heart of things won dered that the tragedy bad been so long in coming. It had come at last m de cent Austin fashion. Handsome Charley Clayton had for three years past dangled at Mrs. Austin's apron strings, yet her name was not mentioned in "the quarrel between him and her husband. It was purely political, all admitted, as they also admitted that in shooting him Carroll Austin had done, murder in the first degree. Yet after it he had ridden home un checked and in no hot speed. Sheriff Smith had. overtaken him just outside hiG own gate and had permitted him to go in for a last word with his wife, though his better judgment said it was a hazardous thing to da He had left the town behind him pulsing with the thrill of vengeance. The very air was a threat It was court day, with half the county thronging the streets. Still ft was impossible to. deny the one plea of a prisoner who might easily have defied the law, to which in stead ho submitted with such grace as moved one of the posse to say aside to ins elbow neighbor: "Dad rat it, ef thar ain't some thin in stock, after all! This yere boy's the regler old ruffle shirted Austin breed, no mistake erbout it Jes' look at 'im as cool an perlite ter us that's come ter tako 'im ter jail as ef we had come iu stid ter tell 'im we wanted 'im tec .go ier congress for us." Lisette had. met them at .the door. Highest of all in Leavening Power. Latest U. S. Gov't Report Absolutely pure 15 el ore ner nusbandcoulaspeafiTsnecnea out sharply and flung herself upon his breast. His arms had closed tight about her. Then he put her gently away, call ed Jim and spoke with him briefly apart Then he came in front of his captors, saying, with the barest under note of tremor : "I hope, sheriff, you will all drink with me before we go. There is a little ot my father's old Madeira left Wo may as well" "No, no!" the sheriff saidt his voice coming thin and sharp. "We can't, my boy. Wo oughter rid like tho devil wus behind when first wo come up with you. Somethin worse'n tho devil is behind. Thar comes the Clayton clan, shore's you're a foot high." "Iam glad of itl It is better so very much better," Austin said, looking down the road that led in from tho turn pike a mile away. All the land between was Bis own, and had belonged to an, Austin since the days of Choctaw and Cherokee. Now there came across ithalf a hundred men, armed, mounted, cry ing out for vengeance. As their yells smote through the dusk ening air Lisette darted to her husband's side, clung about his neck and set her mouth full on his. "Carroll! Carroll!" sho said in hi3 ear. "What does why are these men here? Surely you are safe?" "I shall be very soon," Austin said, shrinking away from her. Then he look ed to the bottom of her eyes, and at once caught her in a Emothering em brace. "Goodby, my life!" he whisper ed, then flung her from him, faced about and stood with folded arms at the side of the sheriff. The lynchers had reached the inner gate within easy gunshot of the piazza. As they made to rush through it the sheriff shouted : "Halt! What do you want?" "Want! We want Carroll Austin I What's more, wo mean ter havo him," the leader shouted back. "Whut for?" demanded the sheriff. "You know well enough to save yon ihe job o' hangin him," a dozen venge ful voices cried. Austin made a forward step. "Let them tako me. Tho sooner itis over the better. I have thought so from the first," he said very low. "It will i?ave trouble to all of us me especial ly." "I'll see both of us shotbeforo I do," tho sheriff said, his lips narrowing to a . line. His gnu was at his shoulder. Tho foremost of the lynchers had halted just inside the gate. There were thunderous murmurs in the crowd behind. A big fellow pushed through it and camo a little way in front of the mob's leader to say: "See here, sheriff. Don'tmakea bad matter worse. We'll havo Carroll Aus tin, dead oivalivc. .More than that, we'll see you through whatever comes of your givin him up. An a heap more than that, we 11 hold you to account for all that happens to anybody-this night because of him. " "Let niogo," Carroll said, making to step over the sill. The sheriff caught him roughly and thrust him backjnto the hands of the posse. " Then, holding his gun muzzle down he w.ent up to the mob. In spite of the dusk, tho foremost could see that his face was white and working. "Boys," he said, "you're my friends an neighbors. You all know I'd rath er cut off my right hand thau it should do one o' ye the least bit. o' harm. But I'm the county's officer too. I've sworn ter do my duty, ter protect my prison ers with my life. I'm goin ter do it no matter whut it costs. Let me beg yon now ter go home peaceable ter wait fer law an justice ef you don't may God have mercy on us all this night's work will be so black no man liviu will ever hear the last on it." "If it is, you'll make it so," somo one called from the rear. Tho leader laughed loud and derisively. "We oughter nab you right now," ho said. "It would make things easier. Oh, no, we won't do it!" as the sheriff flung up hia gun. "We'll let you go for we like you like you so well wo give you five minutes long to make up your mind that you'll give up your prisoner." "Five years ain't long enough fer that," tho sherif said, clasping his hands over tho butt of his gun, which rested muzzle downward upon the ground in front of him. "Boys, boys, " he went on, "for God's sake an mine an yours, listen ter reason! You're 10 20 ter 1, 1 know, but our backs are at the wall, an, by the Lord that made me, not one o' yo lays hand on Carroll Aus tin so long as I'm livinl" "Oh, go back! You'll think better of it," tho leader sang out The muttering behind grew fiercer. Sheriff Smith, walking backward, said over his shoul der to the posse : "Stand solid, boys! Don't shoot un less until they're right on us." With the last word yet in air there came a wild inrush of feet, oaths, shout ing, inarticulate savage cries. Twenty, yards off the stream of vengeanco staid its course a breath's space as those fore most called aloud : "One minuto! Just one, then wo will come aud tako him !" Again the sheriff cried: "Halt! The man that comes . a step nearer" A fierce yell smothered his speech. In solid column tho lynchers dashed at him. Instantly the five dark muzzles belched flame and smoke and hot leaden hail. Tho blurred booming filled all the clear fiolds with rolling echoes that j swelled to tno sky and wavered oack to silence, nndorvoiced by hurrying hoofs -j as the lynchers slunk away. Something ghastly remained behind. Three dead men lay stark and bloody upon the trampled' turf. The prisoner had vanished. At the very moment of the firing "Yellow Jim had rushed at him and half dragged him away. All thought of him seemed gone from the sheriff 's mind. As he looked through the soft dusk at the white staring faces of the dead he said slowly and, with dry Baking Powder "Boys, who wants ter be the county's officer? I've had enough o' it fer all my life." Nobody answered him in words. A great owl flapped overhead, calling weirdly through the darkness : "Wkoo-oo! Whoo-coi Whoo-ool" CHAPTER 1L The swamp was somberly terrible, even when a midsummer sun stood straight oveihead, sending lances of light down into its dark places. At moonrise it was ghostly a world of black sown here or there with blotches of silver. In the blackness great treo trunks swam in wraithlike colonnades holding high abovo tho oozy earth a vaulted intricacy of leaves. Big rough barked vines writhed and clung about the great bolls. Now aud again a va grant arm of them made a dangerous loop across the blind path that led in from the firmer laud. It was tho barest ghost of a footway. more sinuous than a serpent's trail. Tho blacks alone knew its windings. Of them only a few .could follow it to its end the runaway's refuge, deep m the swamp's heart It crept, writhed, twist ed, from root to tussock, from tussock to fallen stem. Ho who strayed from it took his lifo in his hand, for on either side lay mire and quicksand yawning to swallow him and leavo no trace. Swiftly yet cautiously Yellow Jim ran along it, half bent, a staff in his hand, with which he tried each farther foothold. His master at his back walked upright and confident, as though ho trod a dancing floor. Yet he knew to the full his peril the deadly oozo, the deadlier things that lurked and crawled therein. The passion cf atonement had fallen away from him. To his heart he began His hand clinched Juird about his poor weapon. to say that his bullet was sent well home. What if the dead man had not quito despoiled his home? He deserved death for tho treacherous thought of it No he would escape! Jim would keep him safe tonight. Toinorrow 'he would but why plan beforo the event? They had been walking two hours ; now as they came to a little open glade ho stopped short, saying hnshedly, thongh none could possibly hear : "Wait, Jim. I must talk to you a lit tle as soon as I can catch breath." "No, no, Marso Carroll we mustn't! It's dangerous!" Jim panted over his shoulder. "We can talk as wo go but, oh, mo! All I can say is if if this" had to bo done, why not havo lot mo do it?" "Wo will not speak of that," Austin said. "What bothers mo now is my will. I made it the year after I brought my brought Lisette home. If I die childless, everything but ray bank stock goes to my father's nophew, Austin Eoid. Even yon will belong to him. I cannot bear to think of that" "I like Marse Austin," Jim said soothingly. "Don't you worry about that. He's as much Austin as w yon are. Besides, yon will get safe out of this. Onco wo are como to tho creek I can blook tho trail so the sharpest nosed hound in tho county can't follow it. "What! They would dare to set them on myrtrack!" Carroll said hotly. Jim nodded, saying sorrowfully, under his breath : "I know tkcjr will. That is why we daro not stop." "Lead on, then !" Carroll cried, mak ing a great forward stride that landed him kneo deep in tho morass. Jim caught his arm and drew him tojirmer footing, then ran forward, staff in hand, bending lower than before to scan and search their pathway. "Oh, if only yon had let mo do it!" ho murmured again, half under his breath, prodding what Eeemed a coiling root in front of -him. At tho touch it sprang to life there was a swift lance liko spring, a deadly nncoiliug, a slip ping into tho murk of something as elu sive as tho flickering moonbeams. Jim fell as thongh shot, moaning out : "The cotton mouth! Tho cotton mouth ! It struck me here on the big vein in the neck. I am as good as dead now. O God up in heaven, let me live long enough to save 'my" "Jim! Jim! You cannot die ! You must not! I say you shall not!" Carroll cried, dropping down on tho earth be side him and raising his head. "I say you shall not!" he repeated. "Here, let me suck the wound, then I will run back for help. Never mind what it means to me. Yon shall not die in this fearful place!" "Don't," if you love me don't!" Jim moaned, writhing where he lay. "You cannot save me nothing can. There is fire in my head new. It will soon be in my heart Don't, don't leave not till the end!" "Ob, Jim, my dear old Jim !" Carroll said, catching both his hands. "My Jim, I will not leavo you, but how can I. let yon go this way? There must be some help. At least "let me try?" "There is none. Yon ought to know that as well- as I," Jim said, gripping his master's hands hard between his writhiugs. His speech beean to como thick, his teetli toset fie hairralSect nimseir upon his elbow and said in the other's ear: . , - "CarrpH, I'm dying fast. Call me brother once: inst once beforo the end!" "Brother my brother! The best, the most faithful in all the world!" Carroll said, with dry lips, raising the poor head to his breast. "We are going; away together," he said, after a breath- "JL am glad of it I had rather tako you with me eventhus than todio knowing thafcjny thoughtlessness had left you another man's property. A minute Jim lay still. Then ho dropped deliriously to earth, laid his ear to the path and cried aloud : "The hounds! The hounds!" "They will find two dead men!" Carroll said, thrusting his hand to his side. It fell down blank and empty. Ho had quite forgotten that he had no weapon of any sort Tho poison was mercifully deadly. Jim had sunk from raving to stupor. His breath camo quick and short. N.ow and again long shivers of agony went through him. Afar out in the swamp a whippoorwill was singing. Under the cry of it came tho noise of hounds the savage, deep chorus that tells they are hot on the scent Carroll flung himself beside the dying man and tried to real ize how it would seem when they came upon him. It could not be long now ten minutes at most. Escape was out of tho ques tion. A bullet, the halter even, was merciful compared with smothering in tho ooze or starving there if by any miracle he could keep a footing. He was surely fronting his'death. At the thought a great surge of wrath rose in him against thoso who had driven him to this extremity of helplessness. The fact of death was as nothing compared with it. If only he might sell his life as be came an Austin, he would meet his doom blithely as a bridegroom. The dogs were coming at a furious rata Their baying filled all the swamp. It pierced even through the veil of death. Jim stirred, gave a long, long sigh, then lay inert. And with the sight there came to the watcher a thought so wild, so impossible, it took away his breath. It meant life, bat at what risk 1 He began to shake as though ague stricken. Big, cold drops gathered on his forehead, his hands clinched hard. It was all over with poor Jim. In five minutes now the end must come. The dogs came as thongh winged. If if ho dared that which he had thought, there was not a second to lose. Suddenly wild and clear above tho baying dogs ho caught the yell of those following. At once he dropped down be side tho dead man and began, to work with the strength of a giant, the swift ness of a hurricane. In three minutes he stood again Upright, but breathless and shuddering. The leaping dogs came on like so many demons of the ooze, ready to seize and rend their prey. He could see the foremost couple, a moving black blur between the great bolls. To his sharpened delirious sense it seemed as though their tan markings stood out as bloody lines upon tho shining black of their lithe frames. Far and faint behind he caught the flickering flare of torches. Still he did not stir. Ho had caught up a heavy knotted dead branch. With that he would defend the dead man at his feet from the fangs of his pursuers. He caught the shine of the foremost couple's eyes. His hand clinched hard about his poor weapon. They made at him, gathering as if to spring at his throat, but all at onco gave a low joyful bark and crouched fawning at his feet Snuffing tho dead man, they set up a weird howling. All tho pack echoed it At onco the men behind ran forward. "Why! What'3 this?" tho foremost cried. "Jim, what ails your master? He's asleep, I see. Never mind! We know tho way to wake him." "I'm afraid not, sir unless yon are the angol Gabriel" the standincf fiirure answered low and thickly. As the rest came crowding in, some one flashed a torch in tho dead man's face. It was purple and swollen out of all recogni tion, but on ouo of the clinched hands there gleamed dully tho big intaglio ruby that was known the county through as tho seal ring of the Austins. CHAPTER m. Charley Clayton and the sheriff's vic tims had a funeral train three miles long. Only the Austin slaves followed the coffin that was thought to hold tho last Austin. Yellow Jim, of course, took charge of everything. Mrs. Austin was too much', prostrated by the horror of it all to think of leaving her room. She kept it indeed until tho new master came and sho was summoned to hear the reading of her husband's will. As she left her chamber she found herself face to face with Jim and started back, crying out : "How dare you come m my sight? Carroll is dead. I hate the look of you ! I will not have you gaze at me with his very eyes." "Aro yon glad he is dead, Miss Lis ette?" the man asked, looking down. She gave herself a qnick impatient shake. "It was the ouo thing for him," she said querulously, "after he had been so foolish so wicked, indeed! Ho never cared for mo, I am suro of that, or ho would never have put me in such a po sition. To think how it might have been ! Why, if he had not died as he did, people would have drawn away from me always? Nobody will counte nance a woman whose husband has been" "Pleaso, ma'am, they are waiting for you in tho library," Jim Eaid respect fully, still without raising his eyes. But they burned after her as sho went down the stairway, a picture of grief, decorous and beautiful in her trailing crape covered sable robes. The heir of Snnimerlanus, Austin Beid, thought he had never seen a woman who bore herself so thorongh- bredly through such trying conditions. Though she said her husband's will f gave her less than she had right and reason to expect, she would ask, would taKe, no penny pejoup. vnap ic ajiowta. She had been obedient in life. She could do no less than accept bis wishes now that it was no longer possible for him to modify tho expression of them. She was very grateful for all his cousin's generous offers, but sho must go away, back to her own people. With tnem slie would find safe shelter. Yes; sh'e would take her own maid, Julianna, whom she had broucht with her when she same to Snmmerlands a bride. As for the rest of tho black people, sbo would nnlv bee Cousin Austin to remember CONCLUDED OX PAGE 3.) mm. young DEKLER IN- LUMBER AND COAL HERSNEY, NEBRASKA. . We have just established a lumber and coal yard at -Hershey; and are carrying a full stock of lumber, building material and coal. -Everything in our line is guaranteed to be soldas low as at any point in the county, and we shall be glad to figure on 3-our bills. W. H. HILL, Manager. A. F, STREITZ, Drugs, Medicines, Paints, Oils F-A-HNTTERS5 SUPPLIKS, WINDOW GLASS, -:- MACHINE OILS; IDIarrieirrta, Spectacles. 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