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mm THE NORTE PLATTE SEMl-'WEEKL TB1BME: -MDAY' DECEMBER . 6,.-18"C-- vi p Jf" 1 Continued' from "2d -page. Uiat tuey naa belonged to imsaus al ways and loved the name. Jim Yellow Jim might perhaps be a little insub ordinate. He had been spoiled all his life, No doubt, though, he would come after awhile to recognize the changed condition of affairs. Mr. Beid besought her to change her mind to keep Snmmerlands as her own for so long as she might choose. She only shook her head with a little, woe ful, wintry smile, infinitely pitiful, and took herself out of his life as early as was possible. Ho was a generous fel low, of gentle nature and the finest nur ture. Naturally the fact of her absence raised her in his mind to something very like an ill used saint a some thing too high and sacred for common speech. Though he was already rich, ho was also landless. Hence it was natural that he should make Snmmerlands his home. He loved the place indeed more than even Carroll Anstin had done and set about making it the model of tho countryside.- He mixed but little with his ,neighbcrs. Tho shadow of appalling tragedy seemed to fall between when he came to casual speech with them. But rumors got about of the wonderful changes not less than of the fast friend ship between Yellow Jim and his now master, who, it was said, made more of him, gavo him greater authority and liberty than even the Austins had done. There were times indeed when he had sole charge of everything. Mr. Beid made journeys somewhero that took up weeks and weeks. But none knew more than the fact of his absence, though speculation ran riot as to its cause. Charley -Clayton died in midsummer. At Christmas, two years later, the coun ty was agog. Snmmerlands was to be opened again with a great ball. Cards for it had gone far and wide, and every body was firmly resolved to see its new splendors. Tho night fell clear and chill. Midday had been springlike, but at sun down a nipping wind sprang up. By moonrise thero was powdering of frost on the turf that gave all the fields a ghost dim radiance. Within every door stood wide. There were such log fires burning upon all tho hearths as made midsummer warmth in spite of it. particularly in the big hall upon which the parlors gave. Tho en trance door led into it likewise, and there tho thronging guests massed them selves to await Ihe coming of their host. Yellow Jim had met them with news that ho was unavoidably delayed, but would trcfely reach home before 0 o'clock. As tho clock was upon" the stroke a carriage rolled to the door. Four black horses drew it, brave in gold mounted harness. Tho4river sat proudly upright. The lackey Iwaide him had so lost his dignity as to grin at the groom, who had rushed to the team's head. But mighty few heeded that. Austin Beid had come among his guests with a slen der woman upon his arm, saying as he wrung the nearest outheld hand : "How I thank my friends, one and all, for coming thus to welcome Mrs. Austin Beid!" An electric thrill went through the onlookers. It was Lisette Austin who Smiled at them from her depths of silk and fur. Before the readiest could frame his lips to speech, thero was a heavy fall. Yellow Jim lay senseless at tho feet of the bride. After midnight, as he lay staring into tho darkness,. praying for tho death lie had so pitifully escaped, cautious steps canio to his bedside, tho flaino of a can dle, shaded with the hand, fell down upon his face. Mammy Leu, tho plan tation sick nurse, was gazing at him. Sho was old Rud black, bent and very wrinkled, but held among her fellows to have the power of life and death. A tall younger black woman was at her elbow. As the two of them came beside him sho said to Mammy Lou : "Is you right sho', mammy, Jim done struck wid death?" "How como you asin mo dat? Dead ner libin, he ain't not nebber gwiuo be not no mo' ter you an yo' ruistis' hus "ban's nigger," the old womau'said. "I fought youfoun dat out, Julyann, when yon stay yero in Marse Car'll's life time." "I I notstud'in 'bout dat," July said with a deep sigh. "But, Mammy Lou, cf you's er good 'ooman, don't let Jim git well. Miss 'Zctte, she do 'spises him. Us knows why he wuz in her way, stayiu roun lek he did, when Mist' Chafloy Clayton an her yotber bcanx como roun. I knows she ain't nebber gwine res' tell she git dis now husban ter sell him. He wuss er fool erbout her, an ebber Marse Car'll wuz. She say she married Jiim Marse Car'll you knows fer de prop'ty. Dis time, I spec', she dono got hit fast an tight. " "Jim better had die, ef dat so," Mammy Lon said compassionately. Julyann bent and laid her lips to his forehead, "Go away!" he cried, sitting np right. As they ran from him, Mammy Lou said: "Lord ! But don' dat soun lek hit wuz Marso Car'll's ghos' !" Coming late nest momiug to a lei surely breakfast, Mr. Beid found his Ziousehold under stress of some unusual happening. "What is the matter?" ho asked, of the man behind hishair. For a minute lie got no answer; then the servant said: "It's Yellow Jim, sir. He" "Don't tell me he is dead, or in seri ous danger," Mr. Beid said, making to leave his seat. The black boy looked down, saying: "No, sir; not dead but but we yon won't See him no more. Ho come out ter tho stable early this moruin with his bundle -'im tole Unc' Peter he wuz goin in the swamp ter stay." "The ungrateful fellow 1 I never did like him. I am glad he's gone. Don't fret about him, dear. It is a good rid dance," the new Mrs. Beid said, set tling to her breakfast with dainty appe late. CONCLUDED NEXT TUESDAY. ! Leslie county, Kentucky, claims to be the strongest republican coun ty in the whole United States and it comes forward for the banner. In the recent election Bradley got 786 votes in Leslie county to 70 for Hardin. Three years ago it gave Harrison 52 and Cleveland 76. It is a mounta n county almost on the Virginia line. - fnnft rtnimniT nn mm HH 111! V 1 1 H 11 A U 1JIU VVlUMl VI' WML. By JOEL OKAffDLEB HARRIS. Copyright, 1SSS, "by -tho Author.l CONTINUED FROM TUESDAY. CHAPTER DX " ON KEUTBAL GBOUND. Matters were getting critical for Squire Fambrough. He had vowed and declared that he would never be a refu gee, but he had a responsibility on his hands that he had not counted on. That responsibility was his daughter Julia, 22 years old, and as obstinate as her father. The squire had sent off his son's wifo and her children, together with as many negroes as had refused tc go into the Union lines. He had ex pected his daughter to go at the same time, but when the time arrived the fair Julia showed that she had a mind of her own! She made no scene, she did not go into hysterics, but whenevery thing was ready she asked her father if he was going. He said he would follow along after awhile. She called to a ne gro, and mado him take her trunks and bandboxes from the wagon and carry them into the house, while Squire Fam brough stood scratching his head, "Why don't yon make her come?" his daughter-in-law asked, somewhat sharply. "Well, Susannah," the squire re marked, "I ain't been a jestico of tho peaoo an a married man off an on for 40 year without findin out when to fool wi' the wimeu sek an when not to fdbl wi' 'em." "I'd make her come," said the daughter-in-law. "I give yon lief, Susannah, freely an fully. Lay your baby some'rs where it won't git run overman take off your sur plus harness, an go an fetch hor out of tho house an put her in the buggy. " But tho daughter-in-law treated the courteous invitation with proper scorn, and the small caravan moved off, leav ing the fair Julia and her father in pos session of the premises. According to human understanding the refugees got off just in the nick of time. A day or two afterward the Union army, figuratively Epeaking, marched up, looked over Squire Fambrough's front palings, and then fell back to reflect over the situa tion. Shortly afterward the Confederate army marched up, looked over the squire's back palings, and also fell back to reflect. Evidently the situation was one to justify reflection, for presently both armies fell backstill farther. Theso movements wero so courteous and dis creet were such a colossal display of etiquette that war seemed to be out of the question. Of courso there were the conservative pickets, the thoughtful ve dettes and the careful sharpshooters, ready to occasion a little bloodshed, ac cidentally or intentionally. But by far the most boisterously ferocious append ages of thp two armies were the WQ brass bauds. They were continually challenging each other, beginning early in the morning and ending late in the afternoon, one firing off "Dixie," and the other "Yankee Doodle." It was "Yankee Doodle, howdy do?" and 'Doodle-doodle, Dixie, too," like two chan-, ticleers challenging oach other afar off. This was the situation as it appeared to Squire Fambrongh and his daughter. On this particular Horning tho sun was shining brightly, and tho birds wero fluttering joyously in tho budding trees. Miss Julia had brought her book out into the grove of vcuerablo oaks which was the chief beauty of the placo and had seated herself on a rustic bench that was built around ono of the trees. Just as she had become interested she heard a rifle shot. She moved uneasily,- but fell to reading again and was apparent ly absorbed in the book when sho heard another shot. Then sho threw tho book flown and rose to her feet, making a very pretty centerpiece in tho woodland Eettiug. "Oh ! what is the matter with every thing?" she exclaimed. "There's tho shooting again ! How can I read books and sit quietly here while the soldiers are preparing to fight? Oh, me! I don't know what to do! If there should be a battle here, I don't know what would become of us. " Julia, in her despair, was fair to look upon. Her gown of striped homespun stuff, simply made, set off to admira tion her strong but supple figure. Ex citement added a new luster to her eye and gave a heightened color to the rose that bloomed on her cheeks. She stood a moment as if listening, and then a faint smile showed on her lips. She beard her father calling : "Jnle! Jule! Oh, Jnle!" "Here I am, father!" she cried. "What is it?" "Well, the Lord ho'p my soul! I've been lmntiu for you high an low. Did you hear that shootiu? I 'lowed maybe you'd been took prisoner an carried bo dacionsly off. Didn't I hear yon talkin to somebody?" I Squire Fambrough pulled off his hat and scratched his head. His face, set in i a fringe of gray beard, was kindly and full of humor, but it contained not a few of tho hard liueof experience. "No, father," said Julia, in reply to the squire's question. "I was only talk ing to mysulf. " "Jest makin a speech, eh? Well, I don't blame you, honey. I'm a great I mind to jump out here in the clearin an yell out my sentiments so that both sides can hear 'em. " "Why, what is the matter, father?" "I'm mad, honey! I'm, jest nachally stirred up dog my cats ef I ain't! Along at fust I did hope there wouldn't be no fightin in this neighborhood, .but now I jest want to see them two blamed armies light into one another, tooth an toenail." "Why, father!" Julia made a pretty ; gesture of dismay. "How can you talk j so? "Half of my niggers is gone," said Squire Fambrough; "one side has got my bosses an t'other side hatf stole my cattle. The Yankees has grabbed my ; gristmill, an the Confeds has laid holt . of my corncrib. One army is squattiu in my tater patch nn t other one is roostin in my cow pastur'. Do you reck on I was born to set down here an put up wi' that kind of business?" "But,, father, what can yon do? How can you help yourself? For heaven's sake, let's go away from here." - 1 "Great Moses, Jule! Have you gone an lost what little bit of common sense you was born with? Do you reckon I'm a-goin to be a-refugeein an a-skeedad-dlin across the country like a skeer'd rabbit at mv time pC life? I hain't j afeared of nary two armies they can find room for on these hills! Hain't I got one son on one side an another son on t'other side?" Much good they are doin too! If they'd 'a' felt like me, they'd 'a' fit both sides.. Doyoa reckon I'm a-gwine to be drovo off 'n the place where I was born an where your gran1 pappy was born an where your mother lies huried? No, honey !'. ' "But, father, you know we can't stay here. Suppose there should be a battle?" "Come, honey, come!" There was a touch of petulance in tho old man's tone. f'Dou't get me flustrated. I told yon to go when John's wife an the chil dren went. By this time you'd 'a' been out of hearin of the war. " "But, father, how could I go and leave yon here all by yourself?" The girl laid her hand on the squire's sluul der caressingly. "No," exclaimed the squire angrily; "stay you would, stay yon did, an here you are!" "Yeg, .and now I want to go away, and I want you to go with me. All the horses are. not taken, and the spring wagon and tho barouche are here." "Dcnrt come a-pesterin me, honey! I'm pestered enough as it is. Lord, if I had the big men here what started the war, I'd take 'om an butt their enssed heads together tell yon wouldn't know 'em from a let of sp'iled squashes." "Noav, don't get angry and say bad words, father." "I can't help it, Jule; I jest can't help it. When the fnEs was a-brewin, I sot down an wrote to Jeems Buchanan an told him, jest as plain as tho words could be put on paper, that war was bonn to come if he didn't look sharp, an then when old Buck dropped out I sot down an wrote to Abe Lincoln an told him that coercion wouldn't work worth a cent, but conciliation" 0 "Wait, father!" Julia held up her pretty hand. "I hear some one calling. Listen!" Not far away they heard the voice of a negro, "jviarsc .uayo xienry! uu, Harse Dave Henry!" "Hello ! Who the nation are you hol- lerin at?" said Squire Fambrough as a youngish looking negro man camo in view. "An where did you come from, an where are you goin?" "Howdy, mistiss howdy, nir ter!" The negro took off his hat as ho came up. "What's your name?" asked the squire. "I'm name Tuck, sub. None er yon all ain't seed nothiu er Marse" "Who do you belong-to?" "I b'longs ter de Cloptons down dar in Georgy, suh. None cr you all ain't seed nothiu" . "What are jaa doin here?" demand ed Squire Fambrongh, somewhat an grily. "Don't you know you are liable to get killed any minute? Ain't you tuakin your way to tho Yankee army?" "No, .sub." The negro spoke with unction. "I'm des a-huutin my young marstcr, suh. He name Dqye Henry Qlcptou. j)at what wo call hirq-Marse Henry. Ifono er you ail ain't seed 'im, js you?" j'Jule," said tho.Equire, rubbing his pose thoughtfully, "ain't that the name , of the chap that used to hang around here before tho Yankees got too close?" "Do you mean Lieutenant Cloptou, father?" asked Julia, showing some con fusion. 1 ' Ycssum. ' Tuck grinned and rubbed bia hands together. "Marse Dave Hen ry is sholy a lieutenant in de company, En mistiss sho say ho'd 'a' done been a giner'l ef dey wa'n't so much envious uess in de army." "Isawhim thismorniug I mean" Julia blnshed and hesitated. '-'I mean, I heard him talking out here in the grove." "Who was he talkin to, Jule?" The squire put tho question calmly and de liberately. Thero was a little pause. Julia, still blushing, adjusted an imaginary hair pin, 'lne negro looked sheepishly from one to the other. The squire repeated his question. Who was hb talkin to, Jule?" 'Nobody but me," said tho young lady, growing redder. Her embarrass ment was not lessened by an involunta ry "Eh eh,", from the J.egro. Squire Fambrough raised his eyes heavenward and allowed both his heavy hands to drop helplessly by his side. ' ' What was" he talkin about?" Tho old man spoke with apparent humility. 'N-o-t-h-i-u-g," said Julia demure ly, looking at her pink finger nails. ' 'He just- asked me if I thought it would Train, and I told him I didn't know, and then he said the spring was coming on very rapidly, and I said, 'Yes, I think it is.' And then he had found, 'a bunch of violets and asked me if I would accept them, and I said, 'Thank you.' " "Laud of the hvin Moses !" exclaim ed Squire Fambrough, lifting his hands abpvo his head and allowing them to all heavily again. "And they call this war!" 'Yessum !" Tho negro's tonewas tri umphant. "Dat sholy wuz Marse Dave Henry. War er no war, dat wuz him. Dat des de way he goes' 'mongst de la dies. He ci'uin candy vit, let 'lone flowers. Shoo ! You can't tell mo noth in 'tall 'bout Marso Dave Henry." "What are you wander in round here in the woods for?" asked the squire. His tone was somewhat severe. "Did anybody tell you he was here?" "No, suh !" replied Tuck. "Dey tol me back dar at do camps dat I'd fin 'im out on de picket line, an when I got dar dey tol me ho wuz out dis a-way, whar dey wuz some sharpshootin gwine on, but I ain't foun 'im yit. " "Ain't yoa been with him all tho time?" The squire was disposed to treat the negro as a witness for the defense. 'Lor, no, suh ! I dea now como right straight fura Georgy. Mistiss she Marse Dave Hcnry'e ma she hear talk dat de solyers ain't got no cloze fer ter w'ar an no vittles fer ter eat skacelyt an she tuck'n made me come an fetch 'im a box full er duds an er box full er vittles. She put cake in dar yit, kaze I smelled ifwhiles Iwuz handlinde box. De boxes, dey er dar at de camp, an here me, but wharbouts is Jtfarso Davo Henry? Not ter be a-hidin fura some body, he do hardest, white man ter tin what I ever laid eyes on. I speck I bet ter bo knockin 'long. Good by, mare ter; goodby, young mistiss. Ef I don' fin Marso Dave . Henry nowheres I'll know whar ter como an watch fer Mm." The squire watched the negro disap pear in the woods, and thee turned to his daughter. To his surprise her eyes were full of tears, but before ho could make any comments or ask any questions he hoard the noise of tramping feet in the woods, and wejaetlyaaw iwo Unioe ; j soldiers approaching. "Almost immedi ately Julia, called his attention to three soldiers coming from the Confederate side. "I believe in my soul we're surround ed by both armies," remarked the squire dryly. "But don't git skeer'd, honey. I'm goin to see what they're trespassin on my premises for. " CHAPTER IV. i COMMERCE AND SENTIMENT. "Upon mysowl," said O'Halloran, es he and Captain Somerville went forward, the big Irishman leading the way, "'I'm afeard I'm tollin ye into a trap. " "How?" asked the captain. "Why, there's three of the Johnnies comin, sor, an the onldman an the gur rul make five." "Halt!" said the captain, using the word by force of habit. The two paused, and tho captain took in tho situation at a glance. Then he turned to the big Irishman, with a queer look on his face. "What is it, sor?" "I'm in for it now. That is my fa ther yonder, and the'young lady is my Bister." "Thediwlo an Tom Walker!" ex claimed O'Halloran. " 'Tis quite a fam-. ilyrayunion, sor." "I don't know whether to make my self known or not What could havo possessed them to stay here? I'lL seo whether they know me." As they went forward the captain plucked O'Halloran by the slctve. "I'll bo shot if the John ny with his arm in tho sling isn't my brother." "I was expectin it, sor," said tho big Irishman, giving matters a humorous him. "Soon the cousins will be poppin out from under the bnshes. " By this time the two were near enough to the approaching Confederates to carry on a conversation by lifting their voices a little. - "Hello, Johnny," said O'Halloran. "Hello, Yank," replied Kilpatrick. "What's the countersign, Johnny?" "Tobacco. What i3 it on your side, Yank?" "Tay an coffee, Johnny." "You are mighty right," Kilpatrick exclaimed. "Stack your arms .agin a tree." "Tho same to yo,"said O'Halloran. The Irishman, using his foot as a broom, cleared tho dead leaves and twigs from a iittlo space of ground, where ho deposited his bundle, and Kilpatrick did tho same. John Fambrough, the wound ed Confederate, went forward to greet his father nntf Eister, and Lieutenant Clopton went with him. The squire was not in a good humpr. "I tell you what, John," he said to his son, "I don't like to be harborin nary side. It's agin my principles. I, don't like this cpllogniq an. palaverin betwixt folks that ought to bo by good rights a-knockm one another on tho head. If they want to collogue an pala ver why don't they go soin'crs else?" The squire's son tried, to explain, but the old gentleman hooted" at the expla nation, "Come on, Jule! Let s go an see what they're up to. " As they approached, the Irishman glanced at Captain Somerville, raid saw that he had turned away, cap -in hand, to hide his emotion. "Ye're just in time," the Irishman said to Squire Fambrough in a banter ing tone, "to watch tho coutinding ar mies. This mite of a Johnny will swin dle the government if I don't kapo me eye on him." "Is this what yon call war?" the squire inquired sarcastically. "Who axed you to come trespassin on my land?" "Oh, wo'll put tho leaves back where we found them," said Kilpatrick, "if we have to git a furlough." "Bight yo are!" said the Irishman. "It is just a little trading frolic among tho boys." Captain Somerville turned to tho old man with a courteous i bow. "They will do no harm. I'll an swer for that." "Well, I'll tell you how I feel about it!" Squire Fambrough exclaimed with some warmth. "I'm in here betwixt tho bqstiles. They uin't nobody here but me an my daughter. We don't pester anybody, an we don't want nobody to pester us. One of my sons is in the Union army, I hear tell, an the other is in the Confederate army when ho ain't in the hospital. These boys, you see, found their old daddy a-straddlo of tho fence, an one clomb down one leg on the Union sido, an t'other one clomb down t'other leg on tho Confederate side." "That is what I call an interesting situation," said tho captain, drawing a long breath. "Perhaps I have seen your Union son." "Mayb9 so, maybe so," assented the squire. "Perhaps you havo seen him yourself since the war began?' Beforo the squire could mako any re ply Julia rnshed at the captain and threw her arms around his neck, crying, "Oh, brother George, I know you!" The squire seemed to bo dazed by this discovery. He went toward tho captain slowly. The tears streamed down his faco and the hand beheld out trembled. "George," he exclaimed, "God A' mighty knows I'm glad to seo you!" O'Halloran and Kilpatrick had paus ed in the midst of their traffic to watch this scene, but when they Eaw the gray haired old man crying and hugging his son and the young girl clinging to the two they were confused. O'Halloran turned and kicked his bundles. "Take all the tay an coffee, ye bloody booger ! Just give me a pipeful of the weed." Kilpatrick shook his fist at tho big Irishman. "Take the darned tobacco, you red mouthed Mickey ! What do I want with your tea and coffee?" Then both started to go a little way into the woods, Lieu tenant Clopton. following- The captain WPUld have called th'era back, but they wouldn't accept the invitation. "We are just turnin our backs, sor, While, yo hold a family orgy," said O'Halloran. "Mo an this measly Johnny will just go on an complatethe transao tion of swappin." At this moment Tuck reappeared on the scene. Seeing his young master, he stopped still and looked at him, and then broke cut into loud complaints. i "Marse Dave Henry, whar de namer r goodness yon been? You better come ' read dish yer letter what yo' ma writes you. I'm- gwine tell mistiss sho come mighty nigh losin a likely nigger, an she'll rake yon over de coals, men. " "Why, howdy, Tuck?" exclaimed Lieutenant Clopton. "Ain't you glad to see me?" , '.'Yasser. I EDeckl is." The negro spose . in a querulous and spxnewnat doubtful tone, as he produced a letter from the lining of his hat. "But I'd V been a heap gladder ef I hadn't mighty nigh trapsed all de gladness out'n me." Young Cloptcn took the letter and read it, with a smile on his lips and a dimness in his eyes. The negro, left to himself t had his attention attracted by the coffee and tobacco lying exposed on the ground. He looked at the display, scratching his head. "Bess, is dat sho' nuff coffee?" "It is that same." said O'Halloran. "De giunywine old time coffee?" in sisted tho negro. " 'Tis nothin else, smilin head." ' "Marse Dave Henry," the negro yell ed, "run here an look at dish yere gin nywino coffee. Dey's nuff coffee dar fer ter make mistiss happy de balance er her days. Some done spill out !" he ex claimed. "Boss, kin I have dem what's on de groun?" "Take 'em," said O'Halloran, "an much good may they do ye. " "One, two, th'ee, fo fi', sick, sev'n. " The negro counted the grains as ho picked them up. "Oh, Marse Davo Hen ry, run hero an look! I got sev'n grains, cr giunywino coffee. I'm gwine take am ter mistiss. " The Irishman regarded tho negro With curiosity. Then taking tho dead "TFc arcjvzl turnin our backs, sor." branch of a treo he drew a lino several yards in length between himself and Kilpatrick. "D'ye seo that lino there?" he Eaid to tho negro. "Dat ar mark? Oh, yasser, I sees de mark." "Very well. On that side of tho line ye arc in slavery on this sido tho iiue yo are free." ' "Who? Mo?" "Who else but ye?" "I been hear talk or freedom, but I ain't seed 'er yit, an I duuner how she feel" The negro scratched his head and grinned expectantly. " 'Tis as I toll ye," said tho Irish man, "I b'lieve I'll step 'cross an seo how she feel." The negro stepped over the line and walked up and down as if to test tho matter physically. " 'TainJt needer no hotter ner no colder on dis sido dan what 'tis on dat," he remark ed. Then he cried out to his young mas ter: "Look at me, Marse Dave Henry. I'm free now." "All right."- The young man waved his hand with out taking hi. eyes from the letter he was reading. "He tako it nios' too easy fer ter suit me," said tho negro. Then he called out to his young master again : "Oh, Marse Dave Henry 1 Don't you tell mis tiss dat I been free, kaze she'll take a bresh broom an run mo off 'n do place when I go back home." CHAPTER V. THE CURTAJN FALLS. Squire Fambrougli insisted that his son should go to the house and look it over for tho sake of old tiines, and young Cloptou went along to keep Miss Julia company. O'Halloran, Kilpatrick and the negro staid where they wer.e tho whito mou smoking their pipes and the negro chewing the first "man nyfac" tobacco ho had seen in many a day. Tho others wero not gone long. As they camo back a courier was seen rid ing through tho woods at breakneck speed, going from the Union lines to those of the Confederates and carrying a whito flag. Kilpatrick hailed him, and ho drew roin long enough to cry out as he waved his flag : "Lee has surrendered !" "I was loohin out for it," said Kil patrick, "but dang me if I hadn't ruther somebody had 'a' shot mo right spang in the gizzard." Lieutenant Clopton took out his pock etknife and began to whittle a stick. John Fambrough turned away, and bin sister leaned her hands on his shoulder and began to weep. Sqnire Fambrough rubbed his chin thoughtfully and sighed. "It had to be, father, " the captain said. "It's a piece of news that brings peace to tho land." "Oh, yes, but it leaves us flat. No money and nothiu to make a crop wi'. " "I have government bonds that will be worth 100,000. Tho interest will keep us comfortably." "For my part," said "Clopton, "I have nothing but thi3 free nigger. " "You b'lieve de half or dat," spoko up tho free nigger. "Mistiss been savin her cotton craps, an ef she got one bale she got 200." Tho captain figured a moment. "They will bring more than 100,000." "I have me two arrums, ' ' said O'Hal loran. "I've got a mighty fine pack of fox hounds," remarked Kilpatrick, with real pride. There was a pause in the conversation. In the distance could be heard the shouting of the Union soldiers and the band with its "Yaukeb Doodle, howdy do?" Suddenly Cloptcn turned to Cap tain Fambrough : "I want to ask you how many troops havo yon got over there fighting men ?" Tho captainlaughed. Then he put his hand to his mouth and said jjx a stage whisper : ' 'Five companies. ' ' "Well, dang my hide!" exclaimed Kilpatrck. "What is your fighting force?" Cap tain Fambrough asked. "Four companies, " said Clopton. "Think o' that, sir!" cried tho Irish man, "an me out thero defendin meself .agin a whole army!" "More than that, "said Clopton, "our colonel is a Connecticut man." "Shake!" the captain exclaimed.' "My colonei is a Virginian." "Lord 'a mercy ! Lord 'a' mercy!" It was Squire Fambrough who spoke. "I'm a-goin off some'rs an ontangle the tan gle we've got into. " Soon the small company separated. Tho squire went a short distance toward the. Union army with liis now found son, who was now willing to call him self George Scmervillo Farabronsh. Kilpatrick and tho negro went trudcina back to the Confederate camp, while ! Uiopton lingered awhile, saying some- tnmg of great importanco to the fair Julia and himself. . His remarks and her replies wero thoso which precede and follow both comedy and tragedy. The thunders of war cannot drown them, nor can tho sunshine of peaco render them common place. THE END. State op Ohio, City of Toledo, ? Luoas CorNTv. C ss Frank J. Cheney makes oath that ho is too senior partner of the nrm of b J . Cheney &Co., doing business in tho Citv of Toledo, County and State aforesaid and that said firm will pay the sum of One Hundred Dollars for onnh nnd flvnrv caso-of Catarrn that cannot be cured by the use of Hall s Catarrh Cure. - Frank J. Chenev. tiworn to Dfiloro me nnn snhorihPfi in my presence this 6th day oE December, A. U- ltU. , A. W. GLBASON", I - Notary Public. Halls Catarrh Cure is taken internally and acts directly on tho blood and mucous surfaces of tho system. Send for testimonia's free. F. J. Cheney & Co., Toledo O. S"Sold by Druggists, 75 c. AIL COMPETITION DISTANCED. "Tho Ovorland Limited," a New Train Chi cago to San Fracci3co. The fastest train in the world. distance considered, will run via the Union Pacific Svstem. Lommencm'rjNov. 17th. the Union Pacific will run a through train daily from Council Bluffs to San Fransisco and Los-Angeles, making- luc iuu oi i, out miies in sixty nours ana tmrty-hve minutes. This train will leave Omaha. 8:10 A. M.; Og-den 1:30 P. M. next day; ban i ransisco b:4o P. M. second day, and Los Arirles 10:00 A. M. the third day, carrying- Through Pullman Double Drawing--room Sleepers and Dining- Car to San Fransisco atid Los Ang-eles. Be sure and ask. for tickets via "The Overland Route." E. L. Lo-Max. Gen'l Pass, and Ticket Ag-ent, Omaha, Neb. Restaurant AND . Bakery, Ormsby Block, Front St., Mfs, km Lm&mi, hi Regular Meals, snort Uraer Meals, Lunch Counter. . Oysters served in all styles. TT, 1 , T 1 I I xj.uiiic-iiiu.uc Dicdu, v-UKCb unu Pies a specialty. Your patronage respectfully solic ited. Mrs. Jennie Armstrong. GEO. NAUMAN'S, SIXTH STREET IEAT MARKET. tail. .JblSh and Game ml season. Sausage - at all times. Cash Daid for Hides. How are Your Wheels? Not those in your head, but almost any other variety. If they are not working smoothly then they are in want or repair. In this Age of Wheels the fellow who does not take good care of his machine gets left be cause he is not right in the race of life.f'" Le Master the Locksmith does the best wheel work west of Kearney. He also does repairing or any Kind oc machinery, from a watch to a threshing machine. His Prices are Right. Don't forgot the number 207 E. Sixth HUMPHREYS' VETERlXARrSPECIFlCS Per Eotsm, Cattle, Sheep, ogg, Hogs, AWD POULTEY. SSBPage Beek oh Treat mcHtefABimals asd Chart Seat free. crazac:Fever,Ceiizestieiis,lHflaMBiatieK A. A. (Spinal MeaiBKitis, Milk Foyer. B. B.StraiBS, LancBem. Kkearaatiaa. C. C. Distemper, Kaaal Dischargee. Tt.D. Bets er Grabs, Werms. E. E. Caaghs, Heaves, PaeaneHia F. FCelic er Gripes, Bellyache. G. G.Miscarriage, 11 em en-hazes. TJ.H. Uriaary aaa Kidaey Diseases. J.I.Eraptive Diseases, lUaaee. J.K. Diseases ef Digeatiea, Paralysis. Single Cottle (over 50 doees), - - .go Stable Case, tvltb Specifics. ManmiL Veterlnary Core Oil and dedicator, $7.00 Jar Veterlaary Care Oil, - . 2.00 quail tj ea mtipi f frit. HCXFHRETS X KB- C8-, 111 A 112 WtBfe SC, XwrTw. HOMEOPATHIC ftff SPECIFIC Ko.fiO Tb bm SB raar T"5vn rmW unr wauJ.fnii NerrtHts Debility, Vital Wtakness, sad ProstnttoB, frota ow-work or other enmoe. 91 jr Til, or S rjla xl Ur(?o vial powder, ior 3. Sold hy Druf ;lt, ct seat pctp14uo receipt of price. HTXTHRETS' X EB. C0.X1U A lit KUIUs ScnYerk. SEAL ill U. P. TIME CARD. Taking effect November J7tb, 1S95. EAST BOUND-Eastern Time. No. 2, Fast Mail Departs 9:0tfa m No. -1, Atlantic Express " ii:59 p m No. 6, Local Passenger 6:30 a.m. No. S, Freight 7;10 a in No. 1, Limited , Departs .2:53 n m No. 3, Fast Mall " 11:05 p m No. 17, Freight " 1:50 pm No. 23, Freight 8:00 a m No. 5, Local Passenger arrives 8:00 p m N. B. OLDS, Agent. 1 J1RENCH & BALDWIN, ? ATTORXEYS-AT-LAW, , NOKTII PLATTE, - - 2TEBRASKA. Office over N. P. Ntl. Bank. QRIMES & WILCOX, ATTOR1TEYS-AT-LAW, KORTU PLATTE, ... NEBRASKA. Offlco ovor North Platta National Bank: - QB. N. F. DONALDSON", Assistant Surgeon Union Pacfio R?"t and Member of Pension Board, NORTH PLATTE, . . . . NEBBASKAi? Offlco over Strellz's Drug Store. A. P. KITTELL. F. H. BENSON?' Kittell & Benson, . r" IRRIGATION ENGINEERS., Prospective schemes investicratad. Tin. - profitableschomes rejuvenated. Surveys," Maps, Estimates and reports made, and construction superintended. SSffiSSSSr North Platte, Neb. SMOKERS In search of a good cigar vill always fina it at J. , F. Schmalzried's. Try them and judge. XOTICE FOR ITBLJCATIOX. U. S. Land OfHco, North Plaito. Neb., lM , December 2d, 1893. y jettler has filed notice of his intention to mako final proof In support of his claim, and that nld proof will be raudo beforo the Register and Kv celvor at North Platte, Keb., on January 10'b, HENRY P. SONNENT3ERG, who madn Hnmoclvnit T?ntw v -I I cto tv. . . j .nil iiimij ivt tuu Southwest ouartor of Section 14, Township 14 N., injure m ,v ess. lie names me following witnesses ti prove his continnons residence upon and culti vation of sold land, viz- WllHim , n S. Greffff. Harrv Unwmnn. nnl r,ir.n, P TTnr din. all of Willard, Neb. oej JOHN F. HINMAN, Resistor. NOTICE FOR PUBLICATION. Land Office nt North Plaito, Neb., ) rwniux. ! left r tiled notice of intention to make final proof boforo iieBisieranu ueceiver at ais orace in North Platte.- Wh.. nn TniMulnr Ihollllh .t,inn,.ntl,n. teds I- T ' -- .--- .VJ fc .lJ V.lVVVUIUVlflWhlf (IU timber culture application No. 11,710, for the north- cubi. ijuaticr ui sienna no. in lownsmp no. 1 north, range No. 34 west. He names as witnesses: fieorKO DuRan. Joseph Weir. John Weir and Albert " Bl-O JUUK r. illNJIAN. Tteiristnr- CLAUDE WRTNCAND. DEALER IN Goal Oil. GaSOllIie": ' Crude Petroleum and Coal Gas Tar. Leave orders at Newton's Store. FIORTH PLATTE MARBLE : WORKS; UVrol andTcaleria MONUMENTS, : HEADSTONES, Ourbmg, building btone, And all kinds of Monumental and Cemetery work. Caref nl attention given to lettorlnc of every de- j-etcriptlon. Jobbing done ori short notice. Orders' solicited and estimates freely finished. Hershey 8c Go.. DEALERS IK Agricultural : Implements . OF ALL KINDS, Farm and Spring Wagons, Buggies, Koad Carts, s Wind Mills, Pumps, Barb Wire, Etc.-1 Locust Street, between Fifth and Sixth ' E. B. WARNER, ' Funeral Director. AND EMBALMER. j A full line of fir3t-class funeral supplies always m stock. NORTH PLATTE, - NEBRASKA: TlL'rapli orders promptly attended to. ' WHEATLAND. WTO. There is no finer agricultural sec tion in all this broad western country- than can-be found in the vicinity 1 of the beautiful little town of Wheatland, Wyoming-, ninety-six miles north of Cheyenne. Immense crops, never failing supply of water, rich land, and- great agricultural resources. rMagnificent farms to be had for little money. Reached via. Hie Union Pacific System. E. L. Lomax, Gen'l Pass, and Ticket Agent. Omana, Nebv