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Till- WHKKIA IlKUALI): IM.ATTSMOUTH. NKHKASKA, JANUARY 26. IS02. fiiianooqa 4 OPrMCMT, 1692, py AMfAiCAn Murk lo(ikrl at tlm Imiv htnI thought a i few moiin:iit8 without njH-Hkin. IIn iw n utiijiiil looking child, but" Murk thought that if h.. couM get liim to po with him it might avert suspicion. With bo liriplittT he might he of use rhuis. At tiny rate, ho would douhU less ervo Miniu jini-pose. "Jakey," he a-kcil, "how would yov like to po wil I) in" mi a trip?" 'llov; woi,M i liko to shoot squirrels?" "You, .laic! Ihdn't I Ml y' t' an iwrr ntriti(;ht?" from th father. "Ya.s. I'd like t. r go." "I've a mind to take yon, if your father will li t yon go," said Mas k medi tatively. "Many fi'vers 'bout Chattennopy?" nked tho Mini her, taking thn pipo ontof lier mouth mid casting an anxious glance at her hod. "What y' pocn ter do with him?" ked black. "1 only want him for a companion to divert suspicion and well, I can't tell exactly what for an emergency, perhaps. " "What's a 'niergency?' nskod Jakoy. "Well, if I should learn something of importance 1 might want to send you liack with the news, or if 1 should be caught in a in a" "Tree, like a coon, with a gun or a dorp below," suppliud Jakoy. "That's it exactly. I might want to Bend word about that." "I'm nfeard he's too little ter bo of any tise that a-way," said hi.s father, "Oh, Jakey can't go. He's got ter stay right hyar 'n do boon," chimed hii mother. "What do you say, Jakey? Do you want to go?" asked Mark. Would 1" "You, Jake!" again shouted his father "Course 1 waiitter go." "I'll tell you what 1 11 do. If you will let him go I'll bring him or send him hack safely and leave a twenty dollar greenback hera with you for him on his return." "Souii! Kouri!" called Slack. Souri came in so quickly as to argue that she hail not been out of hearing of all that had passed. "Snack fur these two uus," said her father. Souri departed, and presently returned with a bundle containing cold eatables. "Now, Jakey," said his father as they nil stood at the front gala Ixfore tho de parture- of tho two travelers, "remom ber yer a L'nioner 'n treat tho stranger I nr. "Oh, 1 ain' no slouch, 'f 1 am little replied the boy, with a shrug and. a scowl, indicating that ho regarded the injunction entirely uncalled for. " N, Jakey. "called his mother, "don't yer go 'n sleep out nights 'n git th nper." "Never yer mind, maw. I ain't goon ter git no ager. luo two started oIT up tne road. The air was pleasant, and it was not bx) warm for tramping. They passed out of the clearing, and were nbont entering the wood into which the road took them when they heard a step behind them Turning, there was Souri. "How long d y low y' inought be gone down thai?" she aked. .Mark looked into her face, and she lowered her eyes. "Why do you want to know, Souri?" "Waal, maw. the II worrit 'bout Jakey." "I can't tell you." "How fur y' goen?" "To Chattanooga. Perhaps farther hut not likely." "What'tl th' do f y' ef they ketch yT "They'll probably lift mo 'off my feet witii a lieinp cord. "They won't, will thev? Don't talk that a-way." Sho looked at him with her black eyes ami sinvereii. "1 gut i can get through all right," said Mark reassuringly. "I'vo done it before." Tho girl stood for a few momenta ir resolute. Then she drew a red silk hand kerchief from her bosom und handed it to Mark. It was tho only bit of fimyy cun Hitsesseu. " hat is that for, Souri?" asked Mark. affected m spite of himself. v aai, et i aon t see y no moro, y' inought keep et ter ter Mebbo ef v' git inter trouble y' mought find a chance ter send it ter me Jakey mought tote it n i li go gown 'n ii She turned away. It was evident she could not clearly express her meaning, and her voice was getting husky. "Uoodby, my little girl," said Mark. going up to her and takine her hand. "I have a notion that it it is necessary to the Union cause for my life to be saved again you will l "on hand to save it. Then the girl went back to the house, ami the travelers went on their wav. "Jakey," asked Mark, "can your sis- wr read writing? "'Reckon not." ' "Can you?" "Can I sing liko a bird?" "Do you mean that yon can or yon can if "1 can't." "Well, your sister is it good girl, and a smart girl, and n courageous girl. She lias saved me once, and if I get into trouble 1 would rather have her near by man a sergeant- aim ten men. "Reckon she giv y' th' lianshicuf ter end instead o' writen." Mark looked down into the stupid face of tljo .boy busitle him. He betran PRtSS AStVl. 1 to tuiiirt mat me cir.iO s sriipKiny was not flattering to hiiii'df. inasmuch m Jakey had penetrat.-d further than h3 hail into Soiiri's de.-in, and her dilli deuce as to confessing her ignorance. "1 hope there'll be no Diversity for that, Jakey. lint wo must arrango what we shall for in Dixie. Now do you know what, you are?" "Do I?" "Yes, do yon?" "I'm y r huh- bn.iber." "Exactly. And vvii.it are we going to Chattano'gi fur? What shall we tell 'em?" "Ooeu ter buy caliker fur maw "n Souri, 'ii gullu.-os fur paw, 'n terbacker fur you hum. n a sonirrel gun fur me." When ho came lo the s.jiiirnl gun his little eyes gliMi-necl under the rim of his hat. 'By (leorge!" exclaimed Mark, laugh ing. " mi ought to bo 'Old Pap's' chief scout instead of me." " 'S t bet what y' air?" "I am just now." "Oolly'" , CHA jtku in. A CONl'l-.lU'.ltA i K IIOI SI-IIOI.O. Jil - j.-J 1 1 1 1 . fit 11 ' ins w---iifx$z '(ire ytu rnmt fiirf iml.nl the ylrl, Mark and Jakey trudg'-d on. They met no one on the way, but at one part of the road running through a thick wood they saw a light in the distance to tho right in the thickest part. They halted for a moment and then advanced cautiously. Coming to a placn where they could get a view of what tho light revealed, they saw several men in "but ternut, " whose horses were picketed near by, lying around theeinbersof afire. "Uuernllar," (moth Mark. Not caring to disturb these villains, who hal no more respect for Confed erates than Unionists, they passed on Healthily. About midnight they came to a rivu let, and Mark concluded to bivouac there. They turned in among the trees beside the road. "Jakey." said Mark, "before we go a ?tep farther, or do anything in fact, wo must fix this monev." He pulled his roll of bills from his pocket. "Take oil' your boot," he said. Jakey pulled off his boot and handed it to his companion. Mark took a number of bills, and ripping out the lining of the boot put it back in its place with the hills under it. Smoothing it clown, ho handed the boot back to Jakey and told liim to put it on again. They took a bite of thesunck Souri had prepared for them and drank from the rivulet. Then they laid down, resting their heads against the root of a tree. It was not long before Jakey was asleep, and Mark drew his head over toward himself and laid it against his own hreast. Thus the two rested. Mark slept at intervals; Jakey with all the soundness of healthy, irresponsible boy hood. Tho moon was setting, and Mark caught a glimpse of it between tho lower branches of tho trees a ml tho hori zon. When ho cast his eyes upward he saw the stars. He fell to musing upon his singular position. He remembered that far to the north of him Confederate cavalry were dashing hither and thither, attacking bridges, capturing theguards, threatening Union pickets and in every way harassing the Army of the Ohio. Vet here tie was beyond the Union front, in a region which tie longed to no one save the outlaw guerrillas ruled neither by the United States nor the Confederacy with all silent and peace ful about liim. An innocent face, care less of danger, lay on his breast. The leaves of the trees hung listlessly aliove him. Then that blue vault above! Its seren ity seemed to mock the puny contests upon a world which, with all its cam paigns and battles, was but a grain of sand among the heavenly hosts. Its heaviest artillery could pot lie heard at the nearest planet. Its marshaled armies could not be seen. Save for the reflected light of the sun it would revolve in space, unknown by those on even the nearest planets. And so musing he fell asleep. At the first sign of dawn Mark waked Jakey, and after they had both thrown tho refreshing water of the rivulet over their heads they started in search of a house, at which they designed to "hap peu in" at breakfast time. Fortunately they soon found such a place. Turning into the gate at the first farmhouse, a farmer's wife received them kindly and gave thetn what for that time and coun try was a palatable meal. Refreshed by their breakfast, they walked on. Various iieoble countrv- 1 i -S a ii j i uirrll. ucli'Ln. COII lent T.U MjI'iUTS Hii.l occasionally a squadron of cavalry passed Uiei.'i uu liie read, but tut.y wu'o Hot qn:siio:.e I or interfi led with by anyone. Occasionally they would ask the rad. imt upon receiving the neces sary information, and after making u -few commonplace remarks, would go on. At iji m ii tliey turned aside from the pike in muting the trees and ate what was lfl of their snack. About (.unset tin y reached a large place set back off to the left of tho road. The premises were more imposing than any they h:! yet passed, and they judged by it that they were in the environs of Chattanooga. Tho house was a large, square, old fashioned building, with a very high basement. It had two stories, 1 with a peak roof, in which were dormer ! windows. A gallery or veranda extend ed across the front both abovo and lie- ' low. Some large trees were scattered about the yard. In the rear were the ; negro quarters and the barn. : Mark determined to ask for food and ' shelter for the night here. Turning into the pate, he followed a straight road ' leading for perhaps a hundred yards to ' the house. A young girl robed in a white muslin dress of a very simple pattern, and a pink sash, stood on the . veranda watching them as they came on. When they reached the steps leading np to where sho stood, Mark saw a pair of black eys looking at him, which, conscious of the deception he was about to practice, seemed to read him through and through. Indeed he was, sufficient ly confused to take off his hat to the girl with all the grace and manner of a polished gentleman. "If you please, ma'am," ho said, as suming the dialect of a countryman, "me 'n my leetle brother's goen ter Chat tenoogy. My brother, he's walked a rtght unart show for sech a yonnker. Could y'give lissome supper and a place ler sleep all night?" "You can como up hero and sit down, and I'll see." "What a musical voice." thought Mark. . The travelers went np onto tho ve rand.i and sat on some wooden benches ranged along the rail. "Have you come far?" asked the girl, who regarded them with evident curi osity. "From our leetle farm on the Se quatchie." "Your brother does look tired. Are you hungry, little boy?" "Is it a-idtten dark?" "Why, yes." she said, surprised. "Whnt has that to do with it?" "I'm hungry jest as sartin," and Jakey 'h little eyes glistened at the thought of n hot supper. The young lady laughed and went into tho house. "Mamma, there's a young countrymen and bis little brother out on tho gallery. They want some supper and a bed for the night." An elderly lady, with two white pufl: curls on either side of her face, looked up from a book she was reading. Her appearance was dignified and refined. "The young man looks quite like & gentleman, if he is a countryman." added the daughter. "We must lie very cautious, Laura; you know how we are situated; your father and brother away and no man in the house, we can't let strangers sleep hero. But they may have something to eat, and perhaps it might do to let them sleep in the barn if they look right." "Where shall they have their supper?" "Have it put on the hall table down stairs." Tho daughter paused a moment and thought. "Do you know, mamma. I can't ex actly feel satisfied to put the elder brother in a place given up to tho serv ants." "What nonsense. Laura! We are tak ing a great risk to let them into the houso at all. Heaven grunt that the horses are not all taken before morning. The man may be in league with a band of guerrillas, for all we know." The daughter withdrew, for the mo ment quite impressed with her mother's prudence. As she stepped out cm tiio veranda Mark rose respectfully and stood looking into her black eyes with his blue ones. Her mother's caution fled away before that honest countenance. "You can have some supier," she said, "if you care to eat in the lower hall, and you can sleep you you can sleep" Mark was bowing his thanks. "Would you mind sleeping in" She paused again. "The barn? Certainly not." "You know these are troublous times," she said apologetically, "and we are alono. I mean we haven't many men in the house," she quickly added, conscious of having made known the household's weakness to a stranger. Mark smiled. The young lady was looking at him hs ho did so, and she thought he had a very charming smile. "We will sleep anywhere you choose to put us. Least a ways we ain't pur ticular." The first sentence was spoken in his natural way; tlfe second iu dialect. Mark's manner of speaking to her was singularly mixed. "1 suppose your men are fighting our battles," ho remarked to relieve an awk ward pause. "Papa is away." "Have you no brothers?" "Yes, one: ho is lighting for the Con federacy." "And your father is he at the war?" "No; papa does not care much about the war." "Perhaps he's a Union man." "Well. yes. Papa is Union." Mark concluded to hazard a surmise. "Was he driven out?" he asked. "Not exactly,"she said, with a frown. "He's gone north, though." She did not like to tell Hip whole story to a stranger, who was gradually getting a good deal of information. Her father had come to Chattanooga- from the north years before, where he had married a southern woman. After the opening of the war, on account of his pronounced Union sentiments, ho had lieen warned several times to. leavo, and his fauiilv t i uiucu leiieveu wneu lie was wen away from the danger that threatened him. ' "You are divided," said Mark, "as we are. Now. my leetle brother hyar's a Union boy. I'm Confed'rate." There was a pause, and the girl, re marking that she would see about their supper, turned and vvetit into the house. There wiw a (May in getting the meal ready. Perhaps the negro cook demurred at cooking for "poor white trash:" at any rate it was quite dark before supper was announced. The mistress of the house came out, and as Mark saw her eying them bulb he knew that sho came to have a look at them. Fortunately for him, the darkness prevented her getting a pood view of h'm. Marl; ;;t once com menced to probe a mother's heart by dwelling on the tired condition of littlo Jakey, and kept it up till the lady was. quite unwilling to send the boy to sleep in tho barn. She inwardly resolved that tho child should have a'comfortuble bed. Jakey ate a hearty supper the heart ier for the delay and the two wayfarer were shown np stairs to a large room with a big bed in it. A few sticks were lighted on the hearth to dry tho damp ness, forthe room had been long unused, and there was a general air of comfort. Jakey, who had never seen such luxury, rolled his little eyes about and won dered. But ho was too tired to waste much time in admiration. Ho was soon in lied and asleep. CHAPTER IV. SLACK. THE KAKMEK'S SON. Mark took his pipe and went down to tho yard to have a smoke. Going back to the barn he entered into conversation with an old darky sitting on a barrel by the stable door and evidently master of the horse, "Fine night, uncle. " "Yas, bery fine night, sab." "That's i.ot very good tobacco you're smoking, uncle. You'd better take some o' this hyar." "Thank y', sah." "Do you hear any news, uncle" "Dan'l. My name's Dan'l, sail. No. sah; 1 don't git no news 'cept do sojen is petting mighty thick at Chattenoogy." "Do you know how many are there?" "1 reckon 'bout free hundred thou sand." Mark laughed. "You're not much at figures," he said. "No, sah, I ain't got no lumen." "Uncle, I shan't want anything of you while I'm hvar, but you nnint have 3omep'n to remember mo by all the same," and Mark put a new crisp dollar greenback in the old man's hand. "Dress do Lo'd, you is de lines' specer nion oh a po' white gentleman I eberhad de facilatude ob meeten." "Well, don't spoil it all by teller) t'other hands. Keep it to yourself." "Sho null-. I ain't gvvine to tell no bQtlv." Mark left Undo Daniel chuckling on his barrel und strolled about the grounds. Presently ho found himseL' walking near tho front of the house. Tho mother mid daughter sat on the veranda in the moonlight. Presently the daughter came down the steps and advanced to where Mark was loitering. "Mamma says that if you like you may sho would be pleased to have you come up and sit on the veranda." "Thank you!" Mark was about to lift his hat in his usual deferential man ner, but suddenly remembered that he was not supposed to be a gentleman. He followed the girl np to the veranda, and she placed a seat for him near where they were sitting. "Your brother is a pood deal yonnge: than you," said tho mother when Mark was seated. "Oh, yes, ma'am; he is ten yearn younger." "Yon don't resemble each other at all. You are light, and he is dark." "So we don't. Jakey's my stepbrother, you know." "You didn't tell us that." remarked the lady. "You're very thoughtful of him," said Miss Laura, "considering ho is only your stepbrother." "Waal, ma'am, I'm very fond of him nil the same." "He seems to be a peculiar child." "Yas, Jakey, he is peculiar, very pe culiar, ma'am." "You haven't told us your name yet," said the mother. "Slack. I'm Farmer Slack's son." "How many field hands does your father own?" "Father, ho don't own no niggers tit all. We're j'st only poor whites." "You're very frank about it." said Laura. "Waal, (here ain't no use maken pur tensions." "And you go to Chattanooga tomor row?" asked the mother. "Yas, ma'am; i cal'late ter do some traden thar." "And you will return this way?" "1 reckon I'll bo along hyar in afew days." The mother' continued the pumping process for awhile, but whether she made no progress, or whether Mark succeeded in establishing himself in her confidence, she Hrose and walked with all the stateliness of a southern high born matron into the house. There she resumed the bonk she had been reading earlier in the evening. WWW Mark had kept np his assumed char acter very well during her presence. Now that he was left alone with the daughter ho was put to a much severer test. The girl had something of the stateliness of her mother as that state liness had appeared in her mother's youth. Mark hail been soused from his childhood to meet a refined liearing with one equally refined that he found it dif ficult to avoid doing so now. "Don't you love to look at the stars, Mr. Slack?" asked the young lady. "Waal, yas, Miss" "My name is Laura Fain." "I Lev always lieen fondo' tho science uf" Ho paused; ho suddenly remem bered that poor "white trash" were riot usually versed in any of the sciences. "Astronomy?" she supplied. "Waal, yas." "How did you come to learn astrono my?" "Oh, 1 don't know nothei 'bout it," he raid quickly. "I licarn a man at Jasper talken onct. He said a heap o' quar things." "What bright star is that?" pointing. "Venus, 1 reckon." "1 wonder how far it is from us?" she wid musingly. "Venus? Why Venus is sixty-eight Millions of miles, I reckon." "1 happen to know that's a correct an iwer." Mark suddenly became conscious of tiaving forgotten himself. Ho recollect id his critical position and resolved to proceed with greater care. . "How fur is the moon?" asked Miss Fain. "The moon's a hundred million miles I reckon." "Oh, uo. You're far out of the way there. It's only about two hundred and forty thousand miles." "Waal, now!" exclaimed Mark in well feigned fin pri-e. She looked searchingly nt him. but Mark looked as if he had simply received an interesting piece of information. "Do you hkepor trj?" she askeil chang ing the subject. "Soine'at." "My favorite poet is Tennyson. Is he yours too?" This was dangerous ground for Mark. He had a special fondness for poetry, and Wits more likely to betray himself on this than on .any other subject. "No," lie said; "1 love Shelley best." "Why, Mr. Slack, how can you under stand Shelicy? 1 can't." "Waal, he is kinder obscurelike." . "Do you remember any of his poems? If you do, 1 would like to hear you lo peat it." "Waal. I mought give you a few line of the 'Ode to the Spirit o' Nature.' " "Please uo." Mark would have done well to let the "Ode to the Spirit of Nature"' alone; but with a beautiful girl beside him, the half moon sinking in tho west and all nature iu repose, ho momentarily forgot his assumed character entirely. He be gan, intending to give only a few linen and not to forget his dialect; but the spirit of nature was in him as well us in tho poeui, and by the time he had re cited a few lines ho was as oblivious to tho character of Slack, the farmer's son, as if ho had been the poet himself. Sud denly be awoke to the consciousness of having given the whole poem in his nat ural tone and with his ordinary accent. "Mr. Slack." said his listener when he had finished, "did you learn that from a mau in Jasper?'' "No no-1 waal," he stammered, "1 rend it in a book," He stole a glance at his companion, but failed to detect any unusual expres sion on her face. Ho took courage. "What do you raiso on your planta tion?" sho asked. "Oh, we put in soino potatoes and corn and straw this year." "Straw?" "No, no; not straw." Mark was as little conversant with tho fanner's art as ho was familiar with tho poets. "1 mean hay." The girl looked at him and smiled. "The whtat was all gotten iu curly this summer. I am told," sho remarked casually. "Yas, we got in ourn early. Wo jest finished up before I kem away." "Why, Mr. Slack!" Mark knew that he had blundered again. "Wheat is gathered in July." she in formed the young farmer. "1 mean the corn," ho said wildly. "Tho corn comes later. It is ripening now." Mark felt it was all up with him si far as deceiving Miss Fain as to his being a farmer, but he struck out boldly to undo some of the mischief. "Waal, you see, Miss Fain, to tell the whole truth, dad ho don't reckon much on my farmen. He says I oughter lie a perfessor or somep'n o' that sort" "A gentleman, for instance." Mark made no reply. For tho first time he delected irony in her tone. "Mr. Slack if that is really your name, which 1 don't believe you are certainly not very complimentary to my sense of jierceptioii." , "How so?" "In trying to make me think you are not an educated gentleman." Mark saw the futility of keeping np the sham with Miss Laura Fain any longer. He resolved to give her so much of his confidence as was necessary to keep her from betraying him, if indeed he could do so at all. His manner and his tone changed in a twinkling. "I will lie frank with you. 1 am not what 1 have pretended, but I am not here to injure you or yours." "Who aro you?" She spoke with a certain severity that she had not shown before. "1 cannot tell you. My secret is not my own." "Are yon a Union man?" "Yes." ' "A northeny TO UK CDMIMT.n.l It is an interesting tsrt tnai nrnn tbs countries wbicli grant full suffrage to women are islands. Vc perspire a pint day without knowing it oucfht to. If not, there' trouble ahead. Theoh structed skin becoiml sallow nr brink:-; out .1 pimples. The . troulr kij vtv.tj.;ii , ULll. WHO trouble enough. If you use Pears' S. no matter how oftentr skin is clean and sol ah open and clear. 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