iiKN’L OFFICIAL DIRECTORY
STATUS.
..Silas Holoomb
'outenunt Governor...•••J- K arris
^secretary of State......Ws.l. Porter
State Treasurer...John B. Meserve
State Auditor.John F. Coruell
SUltc AUUItOr.... <>•<«•••••» ^ .
Attoruey General. .t.
•Attorney general. .vi
Coui. Lauds and Buildings.• •• ••[• \ ■ Wolfe
Sunt. L’ubllc Instruction.W. K. Jackson
HF.GENTS STATE UNIVERSITY.
Ohas. H. Gere. Lincoln: Leavitt Burnham,
Omaha; J M. Hiatt, Alma; E. P. Holmes,
Pierce; J. T. Mallaleu, Kearney; M. J. Hull,
Edgar.
Representatives First District, J. H. Strode
Second, H. D. Meroer, Third. 8. Maxwell,
Fourth. W, L. 8tark, Fifth, H. 0. Sutherland,
Sixth, W. L. Green.
CONGRESSIONAL.
Senators—W. V. Allen, of Madison; John
M. Thurston, of Omaha.
JUDICIARY.
Associates."t.O. Harrison and T. L. Norvall
. FIFTEENTH JUDICIAL DISTRICT.
judge .X. F Klukald, of O Neill
He porter.J. J. King of O Nelli
judge.W. H. Westover, of ltushv lie
neuorter.• 'On Maher, of Rushvlllv,
LAND OFFICES.
O'NEIMn
ttAirifliQi1 ■■ .John A. Harmon,
iteeoiver......... . .. . ...Elmer Williams
COUNTY.
..Geo McCuteheon
Cierk oi the District Court ..
Deputy..“■ Mulleu
iSSSrr.::..'.v::.v.VriamHi^o
....Bill Uethea
UeuutV..Mike McCarthy
-m«riH ' .Chas Hamilton
Li mm tv::::.u'^m
Xu pt. of Schools.. VV. H. J acksou
Assistant. W.^sej}
Coroner.
surveyor... j,
vtioruey... Y “
.M. F. Norton
Butler
HU PER VISORS.
FIRST DISTRICT.
Cleveland, S..ud Creek, Dustin, Saratoga.
Itiiek Falls uud Pleasant view ;J. A. Uooercsoii
SECOND DISTRICT.
Shields, Haddock. Soott, Steel Creek, W11
uwdale and lowiv-J. 11. Hopkjus.
TlIIltD DISTRICT.
Uutttan and O'Neill— dosses Campbell.
FOURTH DISTRICT.
Ewing, Verdigris andDelolt—L. C. Combs
Firm DISTRICT.
'Chambers, Conlov, Lake, WoClure and
luman—8. L. Conger.
SIXTH DISTRICT.
Swan. Wyoming, Fairvlew, Francis. Green
Valley, Sheridan and Emmet—0. W. Mobs.
SEVENTH DISTRICT.
Atkinson and Stuart—W. N. Coats.
oil Y OF (yNEILL.
’ Supervisor, E. J. Mack; Justices, B. H.
Benedict and 8. M. Wagers; Constables, Ed.
McBride and Perkins Brooks.
OOUNCIL1IEW—FIRST WARD.
For two years.—D. H. Cronin. For one
year—C. W. Hagenslck.
SECOND WARD.
For two years—Alexander Marlow. For
one year—W. T. Evans.
THIRD WARD.
For two years—Charles Davis. For one
year—E. J. Mack.
CIT* OFFICERS.
Mayor, II. K. Murphy; Clerk, N. Martin;
IreitKurer, John McHugh; City Engineer
John Uorrisky; Police Jutnre, H. Kauumun;
thief of Police, P. .1. Blglin; Attorney,
Thus. Cailou; Welghmaster, D. Staunard.
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GRATTAN TOWNSHIP.
Supervisor, R. J. Hayes; Trearurer. Barney
..icGreevy; Clerk, J. Sullivan; Assessor Ben
Johrlng: Justices, M. Castello . and Chas.
Wilcox; Constables, John Horrlsky and Kd.
McBride; Road overseer dlst. 8(1, Aden Brown
cist. No. 4 John Enright. .
-OLLIERS’ RELIEF COMNISSION. \
Regular meeting tirst Monday in Febru
ary <it each year, and at such other times us
ik m-enicd tiecessary. Robt. Gallagher, Page,
i.lwoi'inun; urn. Bowen, O'Neill, secretary;
• i. II. dark Atkinson.
,-T.l’ATltlCK’S CATHOLIC CHURCH.
O services every SaUbatli at Undo o'clock .
. erv It, v. Cassidy, Postor. Sabbath school
(>,<u."diarel> following services.
, i KTUODI8T CUU11CU. Sunday
li services—Preaching hi:JO A. M. and h:uO
M. ■" .. '■
*. services—a rcuvimi*.
M. Oias.w No. I ti:SJu a. M. Class No. ‘J (ftp
worth Leatfuei 7:00 P. M. Class No. a (Child
ittaHj U:UJ p. M. Mind-week services—Genera]
prayer meeting Thursday 7:00 l‘. M. All wi'l
f e made welcome, espoclullv strangers.
E. T. GEORGE. Pastor.
, i A. It. POST, NO. SB. Thu Gen. Jol.u
• O’Neill Post, No. btt, Department ot Ne*
hraeka G. A. H., will meet the lirst and third
Saturday eveuinir of each month in Masonic
hall O’Neill 8- J- Smiih, Com.
t^LKHOBN VALEEV LODGE, I. O. O.
F. Meets every Wednesday evening in
Odd Fellows’ hall. Visiting brothers cordially
Invited to attend. „
W. H. Mason. N. G. 0. L. Brioh*. Sec.
Garfield chapter, r. a. m
Meets on first and third Thursday of each
month In Masonic hall. n „
W. J. Dobrs Sec. J. C. Habnish, H. P
ROF P.—HELMET LODGE. U. D.
. Convention every Monday at 8 o dock p.
m. in Odd Fellows’ hall. Visiting brethern
oordially invited. _„ _
Arthur Ooykkndali., C. C.
E. J. Mack. K. of B. and 8. 1
O’NEILL ENCAMPMENT NO. 80.1.
O. O. F. meets every second and fourth
Fridays of each month fn Odd Fellows' Hall.
CHAS. Bright, H. P. H. M. Tttdey, Scribe
III DEN LODGE NO. 41, DAUGHTERS
Jjj. OF REB.KKAH, meets every 1st and dd
Friday of each month in Odd Fellows’ Hall,
Agnes T. Bentdby. N. G.
Doha Davidson, Bee.
Garfield lodue, no.95,f.&a.m.
Regular communications Thursday nights
on or before the full of thejmy°g;1NO w M
Harry Dowling, See.
HOLT*CAMP NO. 1710.M. W.OFA.
Meets on the first and third Tuesday In
each month In the Masonic hall.
Neil .Brennan, V. C. D. H. Cronin, Clerk
AO. U. W. NO. 153. Meets second
• and fourth Tudsday of eaoh month In
Masonic hall. _ „ ,,,
O. Bright, Bee. 8. B. Howard, M. W.
LNDEPENDENT WORKMEN OF
AMFIUCA, meet every first and third
Friday of eaoh month.
Geo. McCdtchan, N. M.
J. H. Welton, Sec.
POSTOFFICE DIRCETORY
Arrival of Malls
V. E. A M. V. R. R.—FROM THE BAST,
day,Sunday included at.9:40 pm
FROM THE WEST
very day, Sunday included at.10:04 am
PACIFIC SHORT LINE.
Passenger-leaves 10:01a. m. Arrives 11:55 p.m.
Freight—leaves 9:07 P. M. Arrives 7:00 p. M.
Daily except Sunday. _
O’NEILL AND CHELSEA.
Departs Monday, Wed. and Friday at 7:00 a m
Arrives Tuesday, Thurs. and Sat. at..1:00pm
O’NEILL AND PADDOCK.
Departs Monday. Wed. and Friday at. .7:00am
Arrives Tuesday, Thurs. and Sat. at. .4:30 p m
O’NEILL AND NIOBRARA.
Departs Monday. Wed. and Frl.at....7:00 a m
Arrives Tuesday, Thurs. and Sat. at.. .4:00 p m
O'NEILL AND CHHMIN8VILLE.
Arrives Mon.,Wed. and Fridays a .. 11:30 p.m
Departs Mon.. Wed. and Friday at irtlO p.m
[Copyright, it$4, by J. B. Llpplncott Company.]
XI.
At ten o’clock that dark and gloomy
Sunday night Mr. Lambert stood in
front of his tent, leaning on his sword
and listening in silence to the confer
ence going on between his commander
and the civil oflicers of the law. Close
had come home in high dudgeon, and
was, as usual, slow and cautious, but
more than usually reluctant and suspi
cious. Fuming over the failure of the
mission on which he had started so
confidently, believing himself “tricked
by the enemy,” and now offered ample
revenge and assured of success through
the information tendered him, he never
theless faltered. Lambert, returning
from the round of his sentries, was
taken unawares by the sudden question;
“This gentleman says the old lady
| knew just where we had gone and just
when we would get back. What do you
think of it?”
“It’s a matter I know nothing about,
sir,” was the answer, “except that she
did say she was writing a letter to be
given you on your return this evening,
and instantly corrected herself by say
ing on your return.”
“Yes. Here’s the letter, by Jove, and
it’s a worse puzzle than before. And
here’s the deputy marshal back with
increased powers, new orders, search
warrants, and God knows what all.
I’m 'frilling enough to back you in deal
ing with men, Mr. Parmelee,” said the
captain, turning again to the eager
civilian, “but the lieutenant has had
these sentries posted 40 minutes and
there hasn’t been a sound. I don’t
want any searching of a house that
holds nothing but women, because you
think some of your jail birds are
there—”
“I tell you, captain, there’s no room
for doubt. The negroes have seen
them. They told Mr. Jarvis, here, and
told him the mules were to be there be
fore ten o’clock to carry ’em off out of
harm’s way. Your man Murphy admits
he saw one last night—one of the
Scroggses, sure, by the description, and
his brother is with him there, I'll bet
a hat.”
“I don’t believe it,” sturdily answered
Close. “Only last August she turned
Walton Scroggs away from her door
with such a tongue-lashing as I never
heard; an’ that's saying u good deal.
She forbade him ever setting foot with
in her gates again. I heard her: so
did half the men in this company.”
“I know all abou t that. He has been
in love with his cousin, the elder of the
Walton girls, as long as I can remem
ber, and because of his shiftless habits
the old lady wouldn’t listen to it. Then,
they took to meeting by stealth, and
she found it out. She discharged old
Rasmus for no other reason than that
he carried letters for them. I’ve tried
to bribe him twice to tell where Wal
Scroggs was hiding, but the old nigger’s
a damn fool—with a starving wife, too.
They tell me he was seen round here
a day or two since, asking for Riggs,
and he's been carrying letters again.
The old lady wouldn’t have him there
before, perhaps, but she would shelter
him now, when the government de
mands his surrender. But, even if she
wouldn’t, Esther Walton would. I tell
you they’re there, captain, and they’ll
be off and out of our reach this night if
you fail to take them now.”
Close was pulling on a soldier’s over
coat at the moment, and stopped to
listen to some sound down the dark re
cesses of the “bottom” along the wind
ing stream.
“It’s the mules now!” began Parme
lee, excitedly, but Close held up a warn
ing hand.
“If it is, my men will nab ’em, that’s
fill. Now you’ve been the means of my
takin’ the men on more’n one long wild
goose chase afoot—that telegram of
yours was enough to give the whole
scheme away—and of my bein’ invited to
be damn fool enough to fight two duels
this afternoon. Both Col. Scroggs and
Mr. Barton Potts, by thunder, want me
to go out and be shot because I pre
ferred to satisfy myself Mr. Wal
Scroggs wasn’t in the old Gibson place,
’stead of takin’ their word of honor for
it. There’s a sick lady there who was
scared of Yankee uniforms; but I’d
rather search all Tugaloo and Quitman
and hell together than rout out old Mis’
Walton to-night. They can’t get out
past my sentries. They’re sure to be.
nabbed if they try. Let ’em try, I say.
It’s the easiest way to settle the whole,
business. Then they can be arrested
without disturbin’ anybody in the
house.”
nut narmeiee was dissatisfied. He
had been chaffed, jeered at, maddened
over the escape of his prisoners. Two
of them—the worst of the lot, so far as
he could judge—were here now, within
his grasp, if he could but persuade Close
to act. He had still a card to play, and
it was a trump lead.
“I did send you a telegram steering
you to Gibson’s, and I did it because
the marshal himself so directed; for it
was he who was sure that was where
they had taken refuge. Scroggs and
his precious kinsman, Potts, probably
got warning in time to send their two
refugees away, and now they’ve had the
cheek to hide them here, right under
your nose. Talk about the record
you've mode us a preserver of the peace
clown here; how’ll it read all over the
north that, after being released from
jail in the presence of Capt. Close's com
pany, the worst of the gang—men un
der indictment for murderous assault
on United States officers in discharge of
their duties—came and took up their
residences across the road from Capt.
Close’s camp and dared him to take
them. That’s the way it’ll read,by God,
if you don’t act to-night.”
For a moment Close simply stared at
t he man. Parmelee was no fighter, man
to man, steel tOf steel; that the war vet
eran knew well; but the Yankee school
master of ante-bellum days had learned
to use his wits and his tongue, lie
could argue, if ihe couldn’t face a bullet.
The stalwart soldier who,.single-hand
ed. had captured a squad of astonished
trench defenders before Vicksburg and
had faced the blazing battle line with
dauntless front a score of times, looked
helplessly a moment into the face of
this keen fencer, then turned appeal
ingly to the young West Pointer, ns
though to ask; “Isn’t there something
in your education to answer this?” But
Lambert was silent. From first to last
the lesson taught him at the national
academy was subordination of the mili
tary to the civil authority.
“Well, go ahead. You’re boss, I s’pose.
I can only follow. What d’you want me
to do?” said Close.
“1 want you to search 'that house and
get those men,” was Parmelee’s an
swer.
And then there was another moment
of oppressive silence; then sudden start
and alarm.
Down the Tugaloo road to the south,
nt the farthest corner of the fence
which surrounded the Walton place,
there was a pathway leading through
the brush to the level “bottom” below.
Somewhere in this direction, but be
yond the corner, only a few seconds be
fore. had been heard a sound like that
of a bray nipped suddenly in the bud—
of a mule’s essay a.t vocalism checked
summarily with a club. At this point
where road and pathway came together
Lambert had posted Private Green, a
reliable soldier of many years’ expe
rience, and when Green challenged
there was reason for it. Low and stern
his voice was heard distinctly at the
listening camp: “Who comes there?”
followed almost immediately by the
sharp order: “Halt! Halt, or I Are.”
Waiting for no order, Lambert was
oft like a dart, Burns following with n
lantern. Again came the cry: “Halt!”
but the promised shot was not heard.
Even when running at speed past the
gate of the Walton place, the young
officer could not resist a quick glance
at the. dark facade of the old homestead.
Already a light was dancing along the
portico, another gleaming at an upper
window.
“What’s the matter, sentry?” he
panted, as he came upon the dark figure
at the turn of the road. -Green, with his
rifle at "ready,” was peering into the
gap in the tangle of shrubbery.
“Some one was coming up there, sir,
and ran the instant I challenged. I
ought to have let him get up to me and
then halted him, but I had regulations
instead of sense in my ■head,” said
Green, a New Englander with a propen
sity for talk. “He’s out o' harm’s
way—”
But Lambert waited to hear no more.
With Burns at his heels he sprang down
the dim pathway, and had not gone 30
yards before he came upon some strug
gling object crashing into the brush
towards the stream. “Halt!” he
shouted, and, while something baited,
other somethings, with muttered oaths,
went plunging on. He heard a splash,
hoofs clattering over gravel, the lash
ing of a whip, and then all was still
across the dark open space through
which flowed the sluggish “branch.”
But here among the bushes were two
wondering quadrupeds, one a mule
with broken bridle-rein, the other, as
Burns* lantern speedily showed, a
Cherokee pony—both saddled. A cor
poral came running to join them,and in
a moment the beasts were led back to
the road way, where Close and Parmelee
by this time stood ready to receive them.
One glance was all the latter needed.
“What did I tell you, captain?” said
he, in triumph. “That is W«1 Scruggs’
own pony, ana t.ne master's niuing there
at the Walton place.”
Ten minutes more and a strange, sol
emn scene was being enacted at the
head of the steps leading up to that
broad, vine-covered old porch, whose
dingy white columns loomed dim and
gltostly in the glare of lantern and can
dle. The door was thrown wide open,
and on the worn coping-stone, calm,
dignified, erect, even though leaning
heavily upon her cane, a lighted candle
held high over the shimmering gray of
her well-poised head, her stately, slen
der form garbed in some dark clinging
robe, stood the mistress of the house,
the clear-cut, pallid face standing forth
against the black background of the
Faint your house (not red) but any
color you want, and call on Hershiser &
Gilligan when in need of paints. 45tf
hallway like some exquisite cameo, the
thin, sensitive lips quivering just a
trifle at the drooping corners of her
firmly-set, almost colorless mouth. In
front of her, his brown head bared. Iris
burly form nearly concealed in his light
blue overcoat, un almost pleading
look in his soft brown eyes, was Clcse,
the hero of a score of battles. On his
right, folded and formidable-looking
documents extended in an unsteady
hand, also with uncovered heud, stood
Par melee, representing the majesty of
the law. To the left of the commander
and a pace retired, buttoned to the
throat in the uniform of his rank and
girt with sash and belt, stood young
Lambert, obedient to orders. Behind
them, and almost at the top of the steps,
armed andequipped,&8ergeantandi nvo
soldiers of the guard. Back, farther
down the steps, stall others were
grouped, the fixed bayonets gleaming
in the light of the two lumps, one held
by the amazed woman at the threshold,
the other swinging from the gloved
hand of the sergeant of the gti.ml.
“What you say, siT, is absurd—impos
tible. At no time, under no circum
stances,” Mrs. Walton was saying,
“could the gentleman you name be se
creted in that room."
“Madam," replied Close, his deep
voice trembling, “nobody can feel more
sorry about this than I do. I’d rather
go through the whole war over again
than be here on such an errand to
night, but—a soldier must obey his or
ders. I saw him, madam, at ihnt win
dow. These gentlemen saw—"
“Gentleman! Gentlemen, sir, never
would connive at such an outrage, "i hat.
is my daughter’s room—Mies Esther
Walton’s.”
Dead silence for a moment, solemn
and impressive indeed, for Close tinned
helplessly to the supporters on his
right, unable to face such majesty of
confidence and conviction, unable to
say the words that could sound only
like insult intensified. It was i’armeJee
whose sense of duty rose superior to
exalted sentiment.
“Madam,"1 he began, stepping for
ward, “these papers are full warrant
for my action. I know two men to be
seqreted here. I, too, saw one at that
window', and the law must take its
course.”
“Stop!” she cried. “I have said that
was my daughter’s room. One of your
party, at least, has the appearance of
a gentleman. Lieut. Lambert, is it
possible that you—that any graduate
of West Point—can stand here and per
mit such outrage as this? Would you
allow your sister's room to be searched
for—oh, my God! nothing we have had
to bear was comparable to this. I give
you my word of honor no such man is,
or has been—”
But she got no further. Out from the
dark hallway, with bounding step, tall,
slender and utliletic, sprang a young
fellow with the warning cry: “Mother!
not another word.”
She strove to check him as he pushed
his impetuous way past her. With a
wail of anguish unspeakable she threw
aside her cane and seized him by the'
arm. Down went the candle sputter
ing to the floor. “Floyd—Floyd! Oh,
my boy, what have you done?” she
moaned, and bowed her gray head upon
the broad young shoulder.
And then, with just a touch of the
melodramatic in his bearing, the youth
folded his arms and stood erect before
the astonished group of officials.
“I reckon, gentlemen, I’m the man
you want.”
Close looked at him in bewilderment,
then turned ’ to Parmelee, whose face,
whether through fear or excitement,
was twitching nervously, and who
stood' staring blankly at the stranger.
From the hallway came creeping hur
riedly forth a girlish form, misery in
the streaming eyes and disheveled hair,
and Katherine Walton threw herself
upon her brother’s arm. sobbing con
vulsively. “Hush, Kate,” he whispered,
in almost stern reproach. “Hush, child.
Go back to your room;” and though
now he enfolded his mother in the em
brace of his left arm, he strove to free
the right. But Katherine would not go.
And still, though here apparently was
the Sought-for prisoner, no man stepped
forward to claim him. Officers and men,
the nocturnal visitors looked blankly at
one another, at the stricken group upon
the threshold, and were silent. Then
with sudden gesture, as though he
could no longer bear the strain, the
young man broke loose from Kath
erine’s clinging arms, and, gently un
clasping his mother’s hands, once again
addressed himself to Close:
“I say, suh, I reckon you’ve oome
for me. I’m ready to go with you at
once.”
And them, with wonder and relief in
their faces, with sudden check to sobs
and tears, mother and sister lifted up
their heads and stared at the embar
rassed officer. Lambert gave vent to an
audible gasp of delight, for Close, turn
ing slowly upon the silent and aston
ished deputy, and with a world of sup
pressed wrath in his deep tones, growled
forth:
“You’ve got no warrant for this gen
tleman. I never saw him before in my
life, and never heard of him as being
mixed up in any trouble. This is young
Mr. Walton, isn’t it?” he suddenly in
quired of the stranger, over whose pole
face a look of bewilderment was creep
ing, and who for a moment seemed un
able to reply. It was Mme. Walton
who, with quivering, ashen lips and
with hope, fear, yearning, anguish in
her eyes, found voice to say:
“This is my youngest son, suh—
Floyd Walton.
“You say,” she continued tremulous
ly, “you have no warrant, no cause
for his arrest. Then in God’s name go,
and leave us in peace. I am not well;
and on my word of honor, no other
man is hidden—” _—
“Mother! Hush!”
A door hastily opened within—the
door leading to the room to the left
of the entrance, the room at whose
window Close and Parmalee could swear
they saw the dim figure of a man peer
ing forth as they entered the gate. A
heavy footfall resounded through the
(To be continued.)
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