ICopyrlRhl, igoo, by A.
CIIAFTEll I.
Olfl Jason Fanshaw sat nt an open
window, his fat legs on the. sill. As
he talked, his hearers In the big- bare
room drowsed, nodded or stared at
him with lack-luster eyes, lie usually
held forth on Sundays when the law
and the Lord prohibited work and there
was nowhere to go.
-On this sultry afternoon his theme
was his own misfortune in being bur
dened with a family that contributed
naught to his desires, lie had never,
in exact words, voiced their shortcom
ings, but in his secret soul he would
have liad them perhaps less like him
telf, certainly less Ijke his wife, who
weighed 200 if she weighed a pound.
The two girls, Mary Lou, aged IS,
and Ann Josephine, 20, threatened, as
their bedsiats continued to break, to
surpass their mother In the flesh they
were heir to, and in addition to this
Impediment to activity and encourager
of sloth, they had come honestly by a
combination of their father's tow-colored
and their mother's red hair, which
little suited their florid complexions.
They had, also, freckles as big as pock
marks, which a diligent application of
"stump water" had failed to dim.
Fanshaw had two sons. JJonald, the
eldest child, w'as not in the room.
David, a lusty fellow built on his fa
ther's plan, but with a more cheerful
face, was lying on the high-posted bed
in the corner of the room. He always
hurled into his father's tirades against
his family comments in favor of his
brother, whom he admired intensely.
"You cayn't complain of Hon," he
said this afternoon, as he fanned the
flics from his face with his big straw
'hat lined with blue calico. "He looks
after his own business. Mr. Hague
.said Saturday before last tliul he'd
ruther have Hon rent kind from Mm
'than any man In the country. lie
'lowed lion paid every dollar he aon-
tract ed to pay an' that the niggers
liked 'im so much that they'd work
twice as hard for 'im as they would for
mnybody else."
"That- don't do me no good," snarled
Fanshaw.
"No, I reckon not," admitted Dave,
"but you won't ever be ashamed of
'im, if .you are of the rest of us. He's
been readin' and studyin' every spare
minute sence he was knee high to a
grasshopper. For the last six months
Air. Bedding, the best lawyer in Dan
ube, has been providin' 'im with books,
an' my Idea is that he is goin' to make
a lawyer out'n hisse'f. You cayn't
hold 'im down; he'll rise like a cork;
an' as fur good looks, geewhilikins!
Did I ever tell you-uns what happened
at campmeetin'? I was n scttin' un
der tho bush arbor about four benches
from the front last Sunday was a
week when lion come in dyked out
in his best Sunday clothes. You ort
to a-seed how the folks turned their
heads. A young dude behind me axed
n man next to 'im who in the thunder
that was, an' the fellow said lie wasn't
certain, but he Mowed it was some
chap visitin' nt Col. Hnsbrooke's from
Boston or New York. Then it was my
put in. I bent over an' informed 'em
that it was Ilonald Fanshaw, the old
est son of Jason Fanshaw. An' you
ort 1o a-hcerd 'em giggle. Then the
, man that had axed the question come
-dbhek at me fairly slobberin' In the
'mouth to keep frum laughin' out loud.
'"You're away off, my friend.' sez
'he; 'you shorely ain't acquainted 'bout
;heer. Old Fanshaw is the daddy of the
sorriest lay-out on the face of crea
tion. I hain't never been to his side
show myself, but I know u heap o' folks
that has paid the'r way an' never axed
fur the money back, uuther.'
"Then 1 jest punched my face over
to his ycer an' said, I did: '1 ort to
know Mm, I says, tetchin' the butt
o' my pistol. 'He's my brother, an
when meetln' is over me'n you'll go
into the sideshow fur a minute; the
tent's stretched right out thar in the
bushes an' the latest addition to it is
-u Buffalo Dill dead shot.'
"He wilted an' got as white as the
inside of a cucumber, an' then the
preacher axed everybody to kneel down
and pray. 1 was axin' the Lord to
bless my purpose when them two riz
an poled it out over the straw. I half
way got up, but the preacher broke
oil in his prayer an' begun to talk
about the law agin disturbin' public
worship, an I sunk down on my knees
an seed them two mount an' jjallop off
like the wood., was afire."
Y You crt to a-mashed Ms teeth down
'lite threat," said Mrs. Fanshaw.
"Folks Ins poked too much fun at us
to suit inc. In war times you wouldn't
a-stood it, Jade." She called her hus
band Jade, not because he was tired
or was a . t, but because it was tho
N. Kellojrc Newspaper Co.
only abbreviation of the name she
knew.
An expression of hot fury lay on
Fanshaw's wrinkled face as he looked
out into the ynrd where half n hundred
ducks, turkeys, guluca-hcns and pea
cocks wxre feasting on tho remains of
the watermelon the family had just
eaten. "My Lord,"' he grunted, "cf T
took folks to tnw ever' time they joked
about you-uns, I'd have my hands full."
"Well, they'd better not let mo heer
'cm throwin' oft on us," declared Dave,
and he stood up and stretched himself.
"But when you como tothlnk of it, Hon
is so different from the rest of us that
it's no 'wonder folks take Mm for one
o that highfalutin' crowd. I tell you,
he's no slouch I"
Dave went out into the back porch,
where n stream of water shot from
the end of a hollow log into a trough;
the water came from a spring on n hill
side half a mile distant. The inventor of
this crude aqueduct was Ilonald Fan
shaw; he was only a boy when he con
ceived the idea, but he gave every spare
moment to its construction. He had
felled the trees, dug the long ditch
through the meadows and fields, taken
the level and completed what was still
considered a marvel of convenience by
the neighbors. While it was building,
Jason Fanshaw had contributed many
peevish objections to the work, which
he considered a waste of time, but when
the clear, cold water gushed out at his
door, he melted under a blaze of won
der, and now no stranger ever came to
his house who was not shown "the wa
terworks." "Huh," he would cxclajm with pride,
"nobody else has got a spring on his
land high enough fur such a thing. Col.
Hasbrookc would pay no end o' money
cf he could have it. He has to keep two
niggers busy flllin' his tank an' then the
water's stale an' hot. You see, we sunk
our pipes so deep that the water's as
cold as ice."
A hundred yards from the house
was n dense wood which stretched on
to a small river n mile awaj-, and fur
ther on to a high mountain, and here
Dave found his brother lying on the
grass reading his Dlackstone. In his
unlikeness to his family he was an
anomaly; he was over six feet in height,
well built, slender, dark of complex
ion, hair and eyes. There was in the
shapely prominence of his brow a sug
gestion of strong mentality one might
look for in vain in any of the other
Fanshaws; his limbs had the slight,
strong look of n blooded horse; a palm
ist would have said that his hands in
dicated the possession of a refined, sen
sitive spirit.
"Oli, I had no iden you was heer!"
exclaimed Dave. "I jest thought I'd
take a walk to git away from all that
clatter up at the house. An' to tell
you the truth, I've got a quart hid in
that stump thar; don't you want to
wet yore whistle, ns the feller said?
I hae to keep it hid from the old man;
he's too all-fired stingy to buy whisky,
out ne loves it like a hog does slop."
"You know I never drink," replied the
other, firmly. His words formed n
striking contrast to the dialect of his
brother; there was a vague sadness of
tone in his voice, and his eyes drooped
ns if they were weary of the print upon
which they had been resting.
"Well, 1 reckon you won't mind ef I
take a pull at it," said Dave. "I'm dry
as a powder-horn." He removed a flat
stone from the hollow of the stump
and took out his flask. "Here's lookin'
at you," and the neck of the bottle went
into his mouth.
"I suppose they made me the subject
of their talk, as usual," said Ilonald,
when Dave had replaced the flask under
the stone and baton the stump, his legs
crossed.
"Not any more'n common, Hon;
they've got to talk; talkin' comes as
natural to women as cluckin' does to
hens; the only difference is hens cluck
when they nre busy, an' cackle when
they've laid; the time to git away from
a woman's tongue is when she's idle,
an' that's all the time. But, honest,
I don't see why they won't let you
alone. You want to read an' study, be
cause it suits you, on' J am with you,
tootli an' toe nail. Now, I had my head
set on ranch life out west, because 1
liter'ly love boss flesh an cattle-raisin,
but they all come down on me like a
landslide an' l's had to hoe corn an'
cotton liken nigger fur about forty cents
a day, when I might a been mnkln' two
dollars an' a-hud my independence."
Ilonald Fanshaw- smiled genially, but
he made no reply, and Dave sauntered
away to tho river to see if his trout
lines had caught anything. When he
found himself alone our hero fell to
dreaming of his past life. Above the
tree-tops half a mile to the east, cr
a eiight elevation, he could tee the
high, steep roof and dormer windows
of the chief mansion of the locality,
"Carnlclgh," the splendid home of the
county's greatest planter, Col. Henry
Hasbrooke.
The house, In its silent grandeur, rep
resenting wealth nnd power, had been
a potent factor in the struggles of this
young man towards the acquisition of
things above and beyond him in the
dreamy blue realm of possibility. Its
massive Corinthian columns, its vast
white proportions and its aristocratic
Inmates, whom he saw driving along
the roads, told him constantly what he
and his family were not. Up to b's
twenty-fifth year his fancy had dared to
piny only about the exterior of this old
family scat, but of late his imagination
call it ambition, If you will, had led
him beyond the mystic portals, and he
walked there with men nnd ladles; he
dined there; he discussed topics he had
read with the white-haired host; he
stood nenr the piano nnd heard Evelyn
Hasbrookc ploy and sing; he saw her
white hands flit over the keys, and felt
her smile up at him. And then the
bubble would burst and the grim, sor
did contrast of his real existence would
grasp nnd wring the gall from his soul.
Evelyn Hasbrookc was unwittingly
responsible for these later dreams. lie
had rendered her a Bervico the pre
ceding summer when she was home
from school. I'd him tho net was
nothing, but when it was over she had
hung white and quivering on his arm,
and in that wonderful cadence of hers
had told him that ho had saved her
life. Ho had helped her over the fence
and felt the warmth of her brcnMi on
his face. They had stood and chatted
for awhile nnd then they had parted.
Ho had not seen her since, for she was
at school in Boston, but he had never
forgotten the glory of her deep, gray
eyes, the infinite sweetness and
beauty of her face. A thousand times
since that moment he had wondered
if she, too, remembered. Sometimes
when his hopes were brightest he fan
cied that she did that she must if
only because his mind was on her so
constantly.
CHAPTER II.
About a week after this he heard
that she was home again to remain,
her school days bi'injr over. Ills in
formant also told him that Carnleigh
was to have visitors Mr. James
Hardy, n cotton merchant of Charles
ton, who was supposed to be a suitor
for the hand of the colonel's eldest
daughter, Caroline, and Capt. Charles
Winkle, who owned a fine plantation
five miles beyond the mountain and
was believed to be nit admirer of the
young debutante.
Eonald was longing to see Evelyn
again, but he met the two sisters and
..v.
'WELL, I RECKON YOU DON'T MIND."
their escorts sooner than he desired.
He had taken his books and fishing
tackle to a shady nook on the river
bank and was just getting settled
when he heard merry laughter in the
wood between the river and the road
ni.tl a moment later the two couples
emerged from the tangle of cane, vines
and foliage. Instinctively Ronald drew
his wide-brimmed straw lint down over
his cjce, and Evelyn did not recog
nize him for a moment. Ho had re
solved thnt he should never speak to
her again unless she showed a dispo
ntion to renew their informal ac
quaintance, nnd he was averse to put
ting her to the test before the oth
ers. But Capt. Winkle knew by sight
(lie did not bother himself with their
names) nearly all of what he jocularly
termed "the white trash" of that sec
tion, and he usually addressed them
without ceremony or courtesy. For a
moment ho paused watching Ronnld's
line, and then lie nsked:
"Are they biting, my man?"
Ronald felt thu hot blood of anger
rush to his face and his fingers tight
ened on his rod. It was on his tongue
to retort sharply, but Evelyn's pres
ence helped him control his temper.
He made no reply. Cant. Winkle curled
his mustncho with his white fingers;
nc tiiouglit the fisherman had not heard
his question.
"I see you have some bait, my good
fellow," he said in a louder tone. "Will
you let me have some of your crickets?
the boy has not come with ours," and
tho captain tossed a silver coin on the
grass near Ilonald. There was a pause.
Ilonald was conscious that Evelyn and
Mr. Hardy hud moved on and that Miss
Caroline was waiting for Winkle. Then
our hero picked up the piece of silver
and tossed it into the stream, at the
same moment he doffed his hut and
lifted his bobket of crickets.
hL-Jv rrts."
"You nrc welcome to them," he sold.
"I should hnte to see ladles lose their
sport."
"Oh, no, Capt. Winkle!" objected Miss
Caroline, "do not mind them; we are
very much obliged, 1 henr the boy com
ing now."
As she turned away nnd the coptoln
was following her lie looked bock and
said with n sneer:
"I think, Miss Hasbrooke, that we'd
better go further down the Blrcaui;
he'll be diving for that money and will
frighten all the lish."
llonnld'a ear had never been so acute;
he heard Caroline Ilosbrookc's low,
guarded voice above the rustling of the
leaves against her stiff duck bklrt.
"You ought not to lime noticed him,'.'
she snid; "that's one of old man Fan
shaw's sens; he has taken up the study
of law, and it seems to have given him
the big hood."
"You don't tell me," laughed the cap
tain, "liaw, haw!"
Then the negro boy, carrying n bnfr
kct of crickets, passed at the top of his,
speed. Ilonald baited his hook and
flung the line Into the stream; his
hands were quivering; he was almost
beside himself with rage. The drone
of voices told 111 in that the fishing party
had paused about forty yards away. The
reflection of the sunlight on the face
of the water was maddening. This,
then, was his long dreamed of meeting
with Evelyn; she would hear her sis
ter's account of what hod taken place
after she had moved on. Half an hour
passed; a fish nibbled at his bait, taking
liis line round in n circle, but he did
not notice it. Suddenly there was a
light step on the grass near him. It was
Evelyn Hasbrooke and she came to him
with hand outstretched.
"You must pardon me, Mr. Fnnshaw,"
she foltcrt'd. "I did not recognize you
under that big hat. I did not know It
was you till bister mentioned it just
now."
He stood up, dropping his hat on the
ground.
"1 really did not presume that you
would care to to renew our slight ac
quaintance," he stammered, red in the
face.
A pained expression passed over her
beautiful features.
"I can't remember anything I have
done to make you think so ill of me,
Mr. Fanshaw."
She seated herself on the root of a
tree and opened the novel she held in
her hands. He found himself unable to
formulate a suitable reply and he drew
in his line and put another cricket
on his hook.
"I am afraid," she said, searching his
face, "that Capt. Winkle offended you
just now. I am sorry that a guest of
our house should fail to treat anyone
you especially with due courtesy, and
I am glad you rebuked him ns you did."
"You arc very kind, Miss Has
brooke." "My sister is Miss Hasbrooke," she
said, with n little laugh. "I am still
little Evelyn, even if I have laid my
school books away."
Again she had made an unanswer
able rcmnrk, and silence fell between
them. He broke it after a moment's
pause.
"But you have grown; you arc" (he
wanted to say more beautiful) "differ
ent." "I presume a year does change n girl,
but you are just the same, Mr. Fan
shaw exactly the same."
To Ilo Contlnucd.l
A LITTLE ROMANCE.
Shorl Mory at To no in cut 1,11V That
Will l)ln:i)i'"lnl .Sllrkloi-M for n
Cniivcnllniiitl Cllimi.
"Step! Step! Step!"
Jt was some one mounting the stairs.
It was u slow and heavy htep, and there
was something grim and grewsome
about it something to tell the listener
that the sole owner and proprietor of
the step was a lop-shouldered son of a
gun without enough mercy in his heart
to grease n sunflower seed.
" Tis he the landlord!" gasped the
woman, who sat in the gloom of her
garret room with white face and palpi
tating heart.
MMie stej) came nearer the frail door
was kicked open, and Adamant Flint
stone stood before her and said:
"Woman,! am-herc! If you cannot
pay me my rent, out you go!"
"Oh, Mr. Flintstone, have you no
heart?" wailed the unfortunate.
"Not a bit. Bay or go!"
"But think of your mother."
"I hnven't any."
"Then your sisters."
"Never had one."
"Is it possible that because I owe
you $120 rent you will drive me out on
the street on a night like this?"
"I am in tho landlord business: for
money," was his unfeeling reply.
"But you can't expect that Heaven
will prosper a man that has neither pity
nor mercy?"
"I can. I am making M per cent, on
my invest nient. Will you pay, or shall
I chuck you out or the window?"
"I I will pay!" sho. sobbed, as tho
storm increased and the wind tried to
shako the stufling out of the old tene
ment. And, pulling two $100 bills out of her
pocket, she handed them out and re
ceived $S0 in change, and Adamant
Flintstone chuckled in his frozen heart
as ho turned away and left her trying
to choke herself to death with u button
hook. Washington I'ORt,
LED BY A WHITE MAN.
Inftargnitti 400fHronir Attnekcil n Hcoulln
1'nrty Unilor Cnit. llnlclnr, Hut Wor
Urlvan Off With Honvy Liim,
Manila, Oct. 29. While scouting
nenr Looc a detachment of the Tivwi.
tleth and Twenty-eighth regiments,
tinder Cnpt. Belgler, wero attacked by
400 insurgents tinned with rifles, un
der tho eommnnd of u white man
whoso nationality is not known to tho
Americans. The insurgents for tho
most part wero intrenched. After it
heroic- fight Capt. Belgler drove off
the enemy, killing more than 75. Tho
fight lasted for two hours. Capt.
Belgler and three privates wero Bllght
ly wounded and two of tho American
were killed.
Archbishop Chnppolle, who recently
left Manila accompanied by several
friars for the northern districts of
Luzon under conditions that arouse!
tho suspicions of the Filipinos hero
that ho intended to establish tho
friars in parishes there, was warmly
welcomed on his arrival at Dagupun.
As two years have elapsed since an
opportunity for baptism had been pre
sented, more than 2,500 porsoiiH havo
been baptized. In view of the protest
of the parish against the appointment
of a frlnr as parish president, Mgr.
Chnppolle did not attempt to mako it.
A Filipino Flonrt Cnmlntiuiril.
Novlclo, Iiob boon tried by a military
commission, at Belar, northern Lu
7on, charged with burying olive a sea
man named McDonald, of Lieut. Oll
more's Yorktown party. Novlclo was
found guilty and sentenced to death.
The commission's decision is now in
the hands of Gen. MoeArthur for ap
proval. BOERS ACTIVE.
Flftrnu Thnnmind of Thorn Yit In tha
Field, Dlvldmt Into Knull Coinnmii-
ilorn of .100 Kaoh.
London, Oct. 20. -According to n
dispatch from 'Capo Town to the Daily
Mall a forco of Boers attacked and
Mirrounded a patrol of Capo police,
with a convoy, near IIoopuad, Orange
River colony, last Wedii'sday and u
sharp fight ensued. "The police," snyH
mo correspondent, "were compelled
to abandon two Maxims. Ultimately
leinforccd by the yeomanry, they suc
ceeded in getting away with the con
voy; but they lost seven killed, 11
wounded and 15 captured. The colo
i.ials were outnumbered ten to ono
and the engagement lasted for two
hours. The Boers have lr,000 men in
the field, nearly half of whom are in
Orange River colony. Tlicse uru di
vided into commandoes of some 300
each, but are capable of combination
tor large operations."
Chlmtiro INmtOlllcn UlnrkH Join A. F. of U
Chicago, Oct. 29. Post olllco clerks
of Chicago yesterday entered tho
ranks of the trade unionisJs. Tho
clerks havo alllllaled themselves with
the American Federation of Labor
and the new organization will bo
known as "The Chicago Post Ofllco
Clerks' union." H is claimed that
practically all the 1,100 post of1co
employes in Chicago are included in
tho movement. Foremost among the
objects for which the new union is
to strive will be the adoption of tho
cight-ho'ir work day for letter car
riers. Another object to bo given
almost equal prominence will bu tho
agitation in favor of federal legisla
tion tluit will fix absolutely thu rate
of wages for letter eanicrs and other
post ofllco employes, taking that mat
ter completely out of the hands of
the "promotion boards" and other
similar agencies.
A Mud Kinnn nt Wliiomi, Minn.
Winona, Minn., Oct. 20. M'lils city
nnd vicinity was visited yesterday by
the worst storm in many years at
this season of the year. Lightning
did considerable damage In the city
ni d the railroads suffered considerable
loss on account of washouts and high
water. Tho Chicago & Northwestern
had 1,000 feet of track washed out
near Rockland, Wis. nnd 1,000 near
West Salem, Wis. Tho Chicago, Mil
waukee fc St. Until road had two wash
outs. All passenger trains on tho
river division of the Milwaukee aro
abandoned.
A Whim llrl WVilt 11 Xncro.
Des Moines, la., Oct. 29. William
Cordon, of Missouri, was in Des
Moines yesterday in search of bin
daughter. He said that she was ab
ducted by John Wilkinson, colored,
nnd persunded to marry him. An she
is under age, her father is determined
to take her away from Wilkinson.
They were married in Ottumwn, la.,
on October :i. Yesterday they were
discovered living on Grand avenue,
and Gordon with n dctedtivc and sher
iff went out and arrested Wilkinson
for abduction.
John KliDi-mitii'H llliit;rMihr.
Mansfield, O., Oct. 29. Though cx
Sceretury of State Sherman did not
designate any one to be his biogra
pher, it is thought hero that Henry
C. Hedges, chairman of tho speakers'
bureau at national republican head
quarters in Chicago, will likely bo
chosen when the time comes to have
tho biography prepared. Sherman, In
his will, set aside $10,000 for thic purpose.
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