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THE NORTE PLATTE SEMl-'WEEKL TB1BME: -MDAY' DECEMBER . 6,.-18"C--
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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.
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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. -
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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
