GKN’L OFFICIAL DIRECTORY STATU. Governor...alias Holoomb Lieutenant Governor.• K •JJarJ''® Secretary ef State.■ • Wm. F.Porter state Treasurer.John B. Mesorye State Auditor. John k. Cornell Attorney General.0. Com. Lands and Buildings.V. Wolfe Supt. I’ublio Instruction.W. K. Jackson REGENTS STATE UNIVERSITY. Ohas. 11. Gore, Lincoln: Leavitt Burnham, Omaha; J M. Hiatt, Alma; E. P. Holmes, Pierce; J. T. Mallaleu, Kearney; M. J. Hull, Edgar. Representatives First District, J. B. Strode Second, H. D. Mercer, Third. S. Maxwell, Fourth, W. L. 3tark, Fifth, R. O. Sutherland, Sixth, W. L. Green. CONGRESSIONAL. Senators—Vf. V. Alien, of Madison; John M. Thurston, of Omaha. •' JUDICIARY. Chief Justice..;..A. M. Post Associates...T.O. Harrison and T. L.Norvall FIFTEENTH JUDICIAL DISTRICT. Judge .M.P. Klukald,of O'Nelli Reporter.J, J. King of O Neill Judge.W. H. Westover, of Rushville Reporter *.. • 'hn Maher, of Rushville, ' LAND OFFICES. O’NEILL. Register.. Receiver.... .John A. Harmon. ..Elmer Williams. COUNTY. ■ •.dire .Geo McCutcheon Clerk of the District Court ...JohuSkirylng Treasurer . ..J. P. Mullen .. Mike MoCarlby BhSrW..Ohas Hamilton Deputy ....ChitsiO Neill Supt. of Schools.• . W. K. Jackson SUFERVISORS. F1HST DISTRICT. Cleveland, Sand Creek. Dustin, Saratoga, llock Falls and Pleasantvlow:J. A. Kobertson SECOND DISTRICT. Shields, Paddock, Scott, Steel Creek, Wit lowdale and Iowa—J. U. Hopkins. THIRD DISTRICT. G rattan and O'Neill—Mosses Campbell. rouRTn DISTRICT. IS wing* Verdigris andDeloit—L. 0. Combs TOTH DISTRICT, Chambers, Conlev, Lake, KoClure and Inman—S. L. Conger. SIXTH DISTRICT. Swan, Wyoming, Fairvlew, Francis. Green Valley, Sheridan and Emmet—0. W. Moss. SEVENTH DISTRICT. Atkinson and Stuart—W. N. Coats. OUT OF of the rails. even now, sprawled upon the soft, hoof pawed dust, a long-enrt-il quadruped was half hanging by the bridle rein, while the dilapidated saddle had worked around during the night until it set tled upon the animal's side. Judging from such signs or legends os were visible over the doorways of fugaloo, Lambert’s impressions were that the vending of intoxicating drinks wns the principal industry, as there were three saloons to one store devoted to general merchandise--which estab lishment, painted white and with an air of prosperity and a flock of cotton bales around it, bore the sign of I. Cohen, and told pathetically that the pioneers of a relentless and one-sided trade had al ready made their lodgment in the midst of a helpless community. It was sunrise, and not n soul was ap parently astir. A street led away north ward at right angles to the main front of the square, and straggling horses lined it at intervals on either side. One of these, with a belfry, at the corner of the plazi, seemed to be a meeting house of some kind, possibly the pro tempore substitute for the county courthouse, thought Lambert, for the center of the square was still heaped with charred end blackened beams and bricks where once the courthouse stood. As for the camp or quarters of his future comrades and associates, Lam bert could' see nothing that in the least tesembled a military station, and, do what he could, the boy found it impos sible to down the faintly heartsick, homesick feeling that speedily took pos session of him. A dog would have been welcome as companion, but there was not even a stray dog. For a moment Lambert thought of arousing the negro, but after one glance at the wide, red cavern of his mouth and the emptied flask lying close to the frowzy head, ha decided in favor of the mule. A short walk brought him to the side oi' the prostrate creature, and a long pull induced his muleship to stagger to his feet, but in his struggles he snapped the old headstall, and the remnant of the bit and bridle dropped into the dust. It was not until the vagrant stood erect that Lambert discovered from the U. P. brand that he was, or had been, gov ernment property. The saddle, too, turned out to be one of the old-fash ioned, black-skirted, pigskin McClel lans,' so familiar during the war days. As the mule seemed only Lolf awake and unaware os yet of his freedom Lambert first essayed to reset the saddle,to which he submitted without objection, and then to replace the bridle, to which he would not submit at all, but with low ered front and menacing hoof turned him about and jogged over to where some wisps of hay lay scattered in front of a shanty labeled “Post Office.” For ten minutes Lambert exercised his arts in vain effort to recapture that mule, and then, in sheer disgust, threw the bridle on the sidewalk, picked up an abandoned half brick, and let the mule have it in the flank. He merely twitched his scraggy hide, raised one instant the nearmo3t hoof, but never lifted his bead. The brute was hungry from long fasting, and did not mean to be dis turbed, and Lambert, who had eaten nothing since the previous day, was presently in full sympathy. Once more he looked around in search of some human being, and found himself con fronting a citizen in shirt sleeves and a tangled head of hair, who, leaning out cf a second-story window, was neverthe less not 20 feet away. For a moment each reg irded the other wi thout a word. Then the native spoke: “What ye try in’ to do?” “I was trying to catch that mule." “Want him fr anything?” “No; only I found him tangled in his reins, and he got away after I loosed cim. The native regarded tbe newcomer curiously. Lambert had slung his blue cape over the hitching rail during his brief pursuit of the ungrateful Least and his neat-fitting suit of tweed was something new to Tugaloo eyes. So was the jaunty drab derby. “You don’t b’long roun' yere, do you?” queried Tugaloo next. “I don’t; and the Lord knows I don’t want to; and I’d be glad to find some way of getting myself and my trunk yonder, out to camp. Can you suggest any?” “We-eli, you might walk. Don’t reck on your trunk kin, though. Know the way?” “No.” “Foller the track down thar a piece, an’ you’ll come to a path along the branch. It’ll take you right in ’mongnt the tents. ’Tain’t more ’n a few rawds.” "Thank you, my friend. You’re the first live man I’ve found. I suppose I can send in for my trunk?” "Reckon ye can. They’ve gawt mules an’ wagons enough.” Lambert gathered up his belongings and trudged away. He did not mean to yield to the feeling of depression that was struggling to possess him, yet the blue devils were tugging at his heart strings. Wasn’t this just what his class,, mates had prophesied would happen it he went into the infantry? Could any service be much more joyless, unevent ful, forlorn, than this promised to be? “Mark Tapley himself would go ta pieces in such a place,” he had heard some one at headquarters say of Tuga loo, but he meant to ont-Tapley Mark if need be, and nobody should know how much he wished he hadn’t been assigned to this sort of duty and to this particu lar regiment—certainly not his class mates, and, above all, not the loving mother at home. Heavens! how unlikr was this bleared, wasted, desolate land to the sweet and smiling New England vale where his boyhood had been spent I to the thickly-settled, thrifty, bustling shores of the Merrimac! I He had walked nearly a mile and bat seen no sign of camp or sentry, but or a sudden the path left the brushwood beside the sluggish “brunch,” rounded a projecting knoll, and was lost in a rough, red clay, country road. A fence, with a thick hedge of wild-rose-bushes, was to his left—leaves and roses long since withered—and over the tops he caught sight of the roof and upper story of some old southern homestead, at which he had a better peep from the gate-way farther along. A path of red brick led to the flight of steps, broad and bordered by unpretentious balustrades. Dingy white columns supported the roof of a wide piazza. Smoke was drifting from a battered pipe projecting from the red brick chimney at the north end, and tlic morning air was faintly scented with a most appetizing fragrance of broiling ham. It made Lambert ravenous. Somewhere around the next bend in the road, beyond tlic northward extrem ity of the old fence, he eould lienr the sound of voices and a splashing of water. Hastening on, he found himself over looking a level “bench” surrounded on three sides by a deep bend of the stream and partially separated from the red roadway by a fringe of stunted trees and thick, stubborn bushes; ami here, in an irregular square, Lambert came face to face with the encampment of the first company, outside of West Point, it was ever his luck to join. At that particular moment he was just about ready to resolve it should be the last. On two aides of the square, facing each other and perhaps 20 yards opart, were the “A” tenta of the com pany, ten on a side. At the flank farth est from the road and pitched so as to face the center of the inclosure was a wall tent, backed by one or two of the smaller pattern. Nearest the road was a second wall tent, used, possibly, by the guard—though no guards were vis ible—the white canvas cover of an army wagon, and a few more scattered “A” tents. Cook-fires had been ablaze and were now smouldering about the wag on. Several men in gray woolen shirts were washing their faces at the stream; others, in light-blue overcoats, were sauntering about the tents, some of whose occupants, as could be easily seen, were still asleep. Standing at the edge of the winding road, and thinking how easy a matter it would be to toss a hand-grenade into the midst of the camp, Lambert paused a moment and studied the scene. Rest ing on his sword, still in its chamois ease, with his cloak and satelic! thrown over his shoulder, the young officer became suddenly aware of amnn wearing the chevrons of a corporal who, fishing-rod in hand, was standing just, beyond a clump of bushes below and looking up at him with an expression on his shrewd, “Bowery-boy” face in which impudence and interest were about equally mingled. So soon &b he found that he was observed, the cor poral cocked his head on one side, and, with arms akimbo and a quizzical grin on his freckled phiz, patronizingly in quired: “Well, young feller, who made them clothes?” Lambert considered a moment before making reply. One of his favorite in structors at the academy had spoken to the graduating class about the splendid timber to be found among the rank and file of the army. “They are like so many old oaks,” said he, and some of Lambert’s chums had never forgotten it. Neither had Lambert. “This,” said he to himself, “is possibly one of the scrub oaks. I assume he doesn’t im agine me to be an officer, and, in any event, he could say so and I couldn’t prove the contrary. Ergo, I’ll let him into the secret without letting him im agine I’m nettled." “They were made by my tailor, cor poral,” said he. “He also made the uni form which I, perhaps, should have put on before coming out to camp.” (“That ought to fetch him,” thought he.) “Where will I find Capt. Close?" “He’s over there,” said the corporal, with a careless jerk of the bead in the The Tonne officer beoaxne suddenly twin of a | man wearing the ohevrona of a corporal, who, Ashing rod In hand, wan standing lUK beyond a dump of bushes below."*'*''7w•*.» 1. Blackwells'! IL5MWham^ AND NO OTHER. In will !■< MpM laaMU nek two nan k*|( j ni two Mipou ImUU tHk *»or ium li| of Bteeh» ] willk Dukub Bmy o bif of tkla cdtknM tokoooo 1 uf in* flu mpoa-oktak ' |1t« o Ual of voluble pnt. ante oad how to pt ikio, I direction of the opposite wall tent. “Then I s’poae you’re the new lieuten ant the fellers have been talking about?” “I am; and would you mind telling me how long you’ve been in service?" “Me ? Oh, 1 reckon about two months —longer ’n you have, anyhow. You ain’t joined yet, have you?" And the corporal waa nibbling at a twig now and looking up in good-humored inter est. Then, as Lambert found no words for immediate reply, he went on; “Cap’s awake, if you want to see him." And, amazed at this reception, yet not knowing whether to be indignant or amused, Lambert sprang down the pathway, crossed the open space be tween the tents, a dozen of the men starting up to stare at but none to sa lute him, and halted before the tent of hi* company commander. Sitting just within the half-opened flap, a thick-set, burly man of middle age was bolding in his left hand a coarse needle, while with his right be waa making unsuccessful jabs with some black thread at the eye thereof. So in tent waa he upon this task that he never heard Lambert’s footfall nor noted his coming, and the lieutenant, while paus ing a moment irresolute, took quick ob servation of the stranger and his sur roundings. He was clad in the gray shirt and light-blue trousers such as were worn by the rank and file. An or dinary soldier’s blouse was thrown over the back of the camp-stool on which he sat, and his feet were encased in the coarse woolen socks and heavy brogans and leathern thongs, just exactly such as the soldier cook was wearing at the hissing Are a few paces away. His sus penders were hung about his waist, and in his lap seat uppermost and showing a rent three inches in length, were a pair of uniform trousers, with a narrow welt of dark blue along the outer seam. They were thin and shiny like bomba zine, in places, and the patch which seemed destined to cover the rent was five shades too dark for the purpose. His hands were brown and knotted and hard. He wore a silver ring on the third finger of the left. His face was brown as his hands, and clean shaved (barring the stubble of two days’ growth) everywhere, except the heavy “goatee,” which, beginning at the cor ners of his broad, firm mouth, covered thickly his throat and chin. His eyes were large, clear, dark brown in hue, and heavily shaded. His hair, close cropped and sprinkled with gray, was almost black. The morning air was keen, yet no fire blazed in the little camp stove be hind him, and the fittings of the tent, so far as the visitor could see, were of the plainest description. Not caring to stand there longer, Lambert cleared his throat and began: “1 am looking for Capt. Close.” Whereupon the man engaged in threading the needle slowly opened the left eye he had screwed tight shut, and, as slowly raised his head, calmly looked his visitor over and at last slowly re plied; “That’s my .name.” (To bo continued.) From Crlppls Crook. 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