THE WEALTH MAKERS
April 4, 1895
CHICKA1IAEGI.
By Captain F. iu MTTOEEL
MopjTlfht, 18M, by American PrM .Associa
tion. CONTtSintD.1
CHAPTER X
PROMISE BOOS BROKE.
Colonel Maynard was in the habit cf
making frequont visits to his wife and
without warning. Laura understood
perfeotly the embarrassing position in
which he would be placed at surprising
Confederate spy under the same roof
with herself and protected by her. She
bad no mind to place him in any snch
position. When Miss Baggs went up.
stairs, Laura posted a sentry in the per
son of Uncle Daniel to keep a sharp
lookout and give notico of tbe colonel's
approach in order that Miss Baggs might
be got out of the way before his arrival.
Daniel sat down on a bench on the ve
randa and lit his pipe. lie was an old
man and prone to dose. It was not long
before Lookout mountain aoross the
river began to sway among tbe clouds,
the nearer trees began to rock, the old
negro's head fell upon his breast, and
he slept,
It was nearly 10 o'clock when Laura,
having given np the coming of her hus
band that night and for once in her life
rejoicing thereat, was about to dismiss
Daniel from his responsible position
when she heard a step on the veranda.
Thinking it was Daniel walking baok
and forth to keep himself awake, she
paid no attontion to it There was a
turning of the knob to the front door,
and in another moment Colonel May
nard stood on the threshold of the Bit
ting room looking in upon Mrs. Fain,
Laura, Bouri and Miss Baggs. He was
abont to enter when, observing a strange
person, he hesitated. Laura advanced,
and taking him by the hand led him to
another room. He had only onoe before
seen Miss Baggs and then in disguise
and did not recognize her.
"Why, sweetheart, " he said to his
wife, "you're trembling. "
"Yon came in so hurriedly. "
"I am hurried. We cross the rivor
tomorrow morning. "
"Tomorrow morning! Oh, Mark, why
couldn't they wait a few days?"
"If wives and sweethearts had the
giving of orders, Uncle Sam would
have his armies always in winter quar
ter a"
"Why couldn't this happiness haye
lasted just a little longer?"
"And then still a little longer. Come,
I have but a short time to stay. Let me
say good by fo the baby. " '
Laura led the way np stairs and drew
the curtains from the cradle, exposing
the sleeping infant
There was something in the inno
cence, the absence of force in the little
slumberer, so different from the scenes
in which ho was wont to mingle, to set
In motion a train of feelings in Mark
Maynard to which he bad thus far been
stranger. On the one Bide was the
wife he loved and the sleeping child;
on the other, what now appeared toil
some marches, nights spent on wet
ground, sickness, mangling by shell and
bullets and saber cuts. A year before he
had loved these hardships, these dan
gers. Now a new element had entered
into his life, and at least while he gaz
ed on the little stranger (the only life
that had come to him among the many
gone since the war began) he felt a
strange repuguanoe to entering upon
the coming campaign. j
"My boy, my boy," he said huskily,
the thought suddenly coming to him
thatvhe might never see wife or child
again, "how can I now risk leaving you
to struggle on to manhood unprotect
ed?" Then, recognizing his weakness,
ho said, with a quick born smile, "But
you have your mother, and I must win
the star of a brigadier for yon to play
with."
But war's quick and imperative de
mands gave him little time for the in
dulgence of such feelings. He tried to
turn away. Again and again he drew
the curtains of the cradle, only to draw
them back for one more look.
"Laura," he said suddenly, "all is
ohanged. Before you and he came I did
my duty as a soldier because it was not
hard to do and because it pleased me.
Now it will be hard, and I shall do it
that you and he may not be disgraced
in me. How can I ever leave a blot on
my name and have that child grow up
toknow.it?' '
Laura, seeing how hard it was for
him to draw himself from the cradle,
took his hand and led him away.
' Going down stairs, they found the
house silent All the family were in
bed. Maynard knew that it was time
he had departed. It was very late, and
he must ride eight miles to camp and
be on the march with his brigade before
daylight But he could hardly tear him
self away from the house. The sleeping
child up stairs seemed to have brought
from the unknown whence he came a
maze of gentler emotions, which were
drifting like smoke wreaths about bis
father, obscuring the way from their
peaceful influence.
There was one more embrace, then
smother last one, then another final one,
then a stirrup kiss, and Colonel Mark
Maynard rode back through the night
to camp.
Not long after his arrival bugles
sounded the reveille. It was 2 o'clock
in the morning, and the men were
aroused to begin their advance to the
front Sending for Jakey Slack, the oolo
nel gave him a note to take baok to
Laura at the plantation. He had repeat
ed bis adieus so often in person that one
would hardly think it necessary to send
any more on cold paper, but Maynard'a
heart strings were pulling him as strong
ly away from war as his duty was forc
ing him toward it Besides he knew
that Laura would treasure every word
from him.
Jakey mounted Tom and rode in the
sia7 of the morning to deliver the note.
When be reached the plantation, he
was obliged to do a gooa deal of pound
ing and ringing before he could get into
the house. Finally Mrs. Mayuard's
maid, Alice, let him in, and considering
tbe fact that Mrs. Maynard was iu bed
and Alice Btood in very close confiden
tial relations with her, Jakey consented
to deliver the note to the maid and wait
ed to see if there was any reply. Alice
returned and said that her mistress
would be down in a moment Presently
she entered, dressed in a morning wrap
por. "Jakey," 6he said, taking tbe boy by
the hand and smoothing the hair out of
his eyes, "can I rely on you to do some
thing for me?"
"Could the colonel?"
"You are going to the front and no
one can tell what may happen. You'll
probably have to meet your enemies
some time, and tbe colonel says that a
battle may come at any day. 1 want you
to promise me that if anything should
happen to the colonel you will come here
as fast as you can and let me know of
it Do you understand?"
"Y mean ef th colonel gits hit on
th for'ead with a cannon ball?"
"Oh, Jokey, don't talk sol I mean if
he gets sick or wounded or in any other
trouble, will you come and tell me at
once?"
"Reckon."
Laura knew that this was Jakey's
way of making a promise, and she was
satisfied. She told him to wait a few
minutes and went out of the room.
When she returned, she brought two
parcels with her.
"This one is for you, Jakey, " she said,
banding him one of them. "It's a lunoh
eon. Put it in your haversack and give
the other to the colonel And hand him
this note."
She gave him a tiny white envelope,
within which in a few words was con
centrated what may be best expressed as
three days' rations of desiooated affec
tion. Jakey took the paroels, and placing
the note in his cap went out, mounted
Tom and dashed away after his com
mander. Mayuard's brigade crossed tbe river
south of Lookout mountain and passed
over the mountain's face where it juts
on to the river. His command was but
one of the many, all moving forward
toward a retreating enemy.
He marched through Chattanooga to
Rtissville, situated at a gap in Mission
Ridge. From there he was ordered for
ward, entering what is called MoLen
moro's cove, an undulating space lying
between two ranges, Mission Ridge and
the Pigeon mountains. There the bri
gade encamped on a field soon to become
memorable as the scene of one of the
most desperate, the most dramatio of
all the battles of the civil war the
field of Chiokamauga.
CHAPTER XI.
A RACE FOR LIFE.
Major Burke's command was ordered
to guard the telegraph line extending
south from Rossville. The regiment
was strung out to a considerable dis
tance, each troop guarding a certain
portion of, the line. Corporal Ratigan
was placed in charge of a section of
two miles. Putting himself at the head
of eight men, he led them to the end of
his section nearest camp, and dividing
them into two reliefs of four men each
posted them at intervals of half a mile
along the line under his care. At sun
set, not being relieved, he prepared to
spend the night in bivouac. Selecting a
clump of trees under which to rest and
cutting some boughs for beds or rather
to keep the men from the damp ground
the corporal established the relief, off
duty, there. The rations were cooked
and eaten, after whioh the guard was
relieved. The corporal went out always
with the relief, posted, his men and
slept between times.
It was 2 o'clock in the morning when
Ratigan started out to post the last re
lief for the night The men followed,
grum and stupid, having just been wak
ened out of a sound sleep and not yet
thoroughly aroused. The party rode to
the extreme end of the section, left a
man and turned back, leaving a man at
every half mile. Corporal Ratigan had
posted the last man half a mile from the
bivouao and was returning when sud
denly, turning a bend in the road run-
ning tnrougn a wood, he descried a
dark objeot before him beside the road.
He drew rein and watched and listened.
The dark object as be fixed his gaze
upon it grew into the dim outlines of a
vehicle, but it was too dark for him to
see if it oontained any one. The corpo-
ral, whose mind had been fixed on, the
special duty of protecting the line, at
onoe assumed that some one was trying
to out the wire. He put spurs to his
horse and called out:
"Halt, there! Throw up your hands
and surrender, or I'll shoot"
The only response was a swish from
a whip which came down evidently on
a horse's baok, and the dark mass be
fore him vanished around the bend in
the road. The corporal dashed on, but
before ho oould get around the bend the
objeot had turned again. He oould hear
the rattling of wheels and sounds of a
horse's hoofs digging into the road at
a gallop. Whoever was behind that
horse must be driving at a frightful
pace, for urging his own beast to his
best he soemed to lose rather than gain
ground. Coming to a straight pieoe of
road, he could again see the objeot be
fore him, but in the darkness it was
simply a darker spot than its surround
ings. Suddenly the ears of the corporal
oaught a sound that filled him with as
tonishment It was a voioe urging for
ward the horse he was chasing. Rati
gan had supposed that whoever was try'
ing to esoape was a man, yet this voice
was different from a man's tones. It
sounded like that of a child or a woman.
The corporal was puzzled. Then it Bud
denly occurred to him that perhaps he
was chasing Betsy Baggs.
Now, the corporal was as consclen
tious a man as there was in the Army
of the Cumberland and one of the
most gallant, but when the suspicion
fell upon him like a chill that he was
after a woman whose preienoe, for the
brief period he had been with her, had
thrown a strange spell over him he
ceased to urge bis horse with the same
pressure as before. In the midst of the
chaso there had come a contest within
his own breast between two conflicting
emotions. If Betsy Baggs were in front
of him, what would be the result if he
should catch her? He must turn her
over to the military authorities, and the
chances were she would bo executed for
a spy. On the other hand, supposing he
permitted her to escape, he would be
liberating an enemy far more danger
ous to the army in which he served
than a dozen batteries. In short, he
would be a traitor to his comrades and
his cause.
Miss Baggs, for it was she, had pass
ed many pickets, bad experienced many
lucky escapes. She had browbeaten offi
cers and had cozened soldiers. She had
gone through a dozen places where a
man would surely have been arrested.
And now, after passing bo many dan
gers, on the very eve of success, she sud
denly found herself in the most critical
of all the situations she had ever been
placed in.'
Meanwhile the long legs of Bobby
Lee were gttting over the ground at
an astonishing pace. It was not the tri
angulation of a former race for sport
with Corporal Ratigan, but tbe quick,
short jumps of a race for life. And
Bobby seemed to know the stake. Nev
er in his former flights had his ears been
turned back so eagerly to catch the low
tones of his mistress. Never had there
been so much feeling in that mistress'
voioe. It was: "Go on, Bobby! Good
old horsa Get up! On, on, on! That's
a dear boy. It's life and death with me,
Bobby, " a continued stream of broken
words and sentences, all of which Bobby
seemed to understand and act upon as if
he had been a human being.
The fugitive knew that the ohase
could not be a long one. Her crazy ve
hicle was like a rotten hulk in a storm
without sea room. To the north was
the Tennessee river, and no means of
crossing. Ahead was Chiokamauga
creek, but between her and it lay the
scattered forces of the left wing of the
Union army. She knew the ground
well and had as good a knowledge of
the positions of the troops as one oould
have of an army constantly changing.
The point from whioh she had started
was half a mile west of Rossville on
the Lafayette road. A mile of ohasing
had brought her near a fork, the left
road leading across Chiokamauga creek
by Dyer's bridge, the right leading di
rectly south. She determined to take
the left hand road, intending, if she
should succeed in reaching Dyer's mill,
about a mile from the creek, to strike
a ford some distance below that she re
membered having onoe crossed.
These possibilities flashed through
her mind like messages over a telegraph
wire while tbe thud of hoofs and the
olattering of her pursuer's swinging sa
ber were sounding in her ears.
"On, on, Bobby; for heaven's sake,
go on!"
Would it not be best for her to leave
her horse and buggy in the road and
take to the woods? No. They would
mark the point where she had left them.
But her pursuer would not know whioh
side of the road she had taken, and
there would be an even chance that he
would follow on the wrong side. Some
thing must be done; the race could not
last forever; the man behind seemed to
be gaining, and then the dread of com
ing upon a Union camp!
She was about to bring her horse to a
stand and jump from ber buggy when
the clatter behind her Ratigan had
turned a slight bend in the road sound
ed bo loud, so near, that instead of doing
bo she gave him a cut with the whip.
"There s no time now, Bobby. We
must put a greater distanoe between us
and the Yankee. Get np, Bobby 1 Oh,
go on ! Why haven't you wings?'
Heavens, what is that ahead? Tents,
White and ghostly in the gloom! And
how many of them! The whole field is
covered!
Nearer comes the olatter from behind.
In front is a sleeping regiment brigade,
perhaps a whole division. It was not
there yesterday. It must be in transit
Oh,' why should it have halted just in
time to block the way?
"God help me, I must take my
chances and go on. "
Sentinels were pacing on their beats
about the camps. In some cases the
beats led along the road, but not aoross
it Right through these chains of senti
nels, right into the heart of this Bleep
ing . multitude of armed men, dashed
the woman whose only weapons of de
f ense were Bobby Lee and her antiquat
ed vehicle.
"Halt!"
"Go on, Bob!"
A shot, a bullet singing like a tun
ing fork in ears which already sang
loud enough in themselves with excite
ment "Turn out the guard!"
Following Miss Baggs came Corporal
Ratigan, to find the road in front of
him blocked by half a dozen men with
20 many muskets pointed right up in
his face.
He uttered an involuntary "Thank
God!" He must be delayed; the respon
sibility for the escape of the fugitive
would be with them. If indeed she were
Miss Baggs, he would regard himself
fortunate at the delay.
"What's the matter?" asked one of
the men.
"I'm chasing some one in front I
suspect a telegraph breaker."
"Ah I That's it is it? Well, go on;
we've stopped the wrong person. "
The corporal regretted that the inter
view had been so brief, the interruption
80 short He had no option but to dash
on. Before the fugitive there stood a man
in the middle of the road with a mus
ket leveled straight at her, or rather at
the coming mass, whioh he could not
distinguish. Miss Baggs did not see
him till she got within a dozen feet of
him and heard:
"Halt or I'll fire!"
Rising in her seat and concentrating
all her strength in one effort she brought
ber whip down on the horse's back, at
the same time holding him in the oen
ter of the road by the reins. The man
was knocked in one direction, stunned.
and his musket went flying in the other.
And now each on of the chain of
sentries through which the fair dis
patch stealer's horse dragged her and
her swaying buggy with a seriesoi
lunges, hearing shots, the cries ol
guards, the clatter of horses' hoofs, the
rattling of wheels, and seeing some
thing coming through tbe darkness as
Miss Baggs approached, shouted "Halt!'
'Turn out the guard 1" " Who comes
there?" and a score of other similai
cries, to none of which Miss Baggs paid
any other attention than to fly through
and from them as from tho hand cl
death. A score of shots were fired at
her along half a mile of road while she
was running the gantlet
And now tbe last sentry is passed,
and the woman shoots out from between
the rows of white tents into a free road
ahead. The noises are left behind. But
amid the confusion of distant sounds is
ono which, coming with a low, contin
ued rattle, strikes terror into her heart
A familiarity with war has taught her
its calls. She hears the beating of the
"longrolL" The whole camp is axons
ed. A legion of Yankees may soon be in
pursuit
Corporal Ratigan was stopped by ev
ery sentinel who had tried to check Miss
Baggs. After an explanation to each he
was suffered to go on. The men who
stopped him transmitted the informa
tion at once to the guard tent that some
one doubtless an enemy was being
chased. The force was a division of in
fantry, with no cavalry except a mount
ed escort to the general commanding.
Some of these were ordered in pursuit
There was a hurried saddling of horses,
sprinkled with oaths at the delays en
countered, and three cavalrymen mount
ed and dashed after Miss Baggs and her
pursuer. But before they started a cou
ple of miles had been placed between
her and the camps.
The gray of the morning was by this
time beginning to reveal objects with
greater distinctness. Ratigan, coming
to a rise in tbe ground just beyond the
camps, saw the buggy about two miles
ahead swaying like the dark hull of a
ship rolling through the billows of an
ocean. For a moment he hesitated be
tween his duty as a soldier and that
quick, sharp something, be it love, be
witchment or a natural sympathy of
man for weaker woman, while beads of
cold perspiration stood on his forehead.
It seemed to him that if he should do
his duty he would be acting the part of
an executioner, not only that, but the
executioner of a woman a woman
whose image had got into his heart and
his head and never left him a moment's
peace since she first threw the spell of
her entrancing personality about him.
It was a hard struggle, and from the
nature of the case could not be a long
one. Duty won. He shouted to his horse,
gave him a dig with both spurs and
dashed forward.
There was a depression in the ground
down which the corporal plunged. Then
the road ran along a level for awhile,
with another slight rise beyond. As he
rode down the declivity the fugitive
was on the crest of the second rise. She
stood up and turned to catch a glance
behind her. She saw a horseman she
was too far to recognize the corporal
dashing after her. Below her was a
wooded space, and she noticed that
which gave her a glimmer of hope.
The road forked. Urging her horse on
ward, she aimed to get on one of the
two roads beyond the fork while her
pursuer was in the hollow back of her,
trusting that she might escape, as she
had escaped before, by forcing him to
choose between two roads, and trusting
that he might take the wrong one.
Down the declivity her racer plunged
while Ratigan was galloping down the
one behind her. So steep was the road
and so swift her horse's pace that the
danger of death by mangling seemed
greater than death by hanging. She
reached the bottom, where the road ran
level to the fork and the wood. Hope
urged her. It was not 100 yards to the
point she was so anxious to reach.
Passing over a rut at the very fork of
the road that seemed her only chance
for escape, the old buggy gave a dismal
groan, as much in sympathy with the
mistress it had served so well as a death
rattle, and flew into a hundred pieces.
' TO BE CONTINCEB.
Right Arm Paralyzed
Saved from St. Vitus Dance.
"Our daughter, Blanche, now fif
teen years of age, had been terribly
afflicted with nervousness, and had
lost the entire use of her right arm.
We feared St. Vitus dance, and tried
the best physicians, with no benefit.
She has taken three bottles of Dr.
Miles' Nervine and has gained 31
pounds. Her nervousness and symp
toms of St. Vitus dance are entirely
gone, 6he attends school regularly,
and has recovered complete use of
her arm, her appetite is splendid."
MRS. B. B. BULLOCK. Brighton, N. Y.
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Sermon by Geo. C. Ball
. (Continued from 3rd page.)
all. Man may forsake God yet God never
forsakes man. As Fairbairu says: "To
abandon the souls he loved even when
they abandon Him would be to punish
man s untaithiulness by being unfaithful
Himself." The true message to be borne
to a world of sinners is that of God's love
seen in the gift of His Only Begotten
Son; and God commends His love to us
all in that we being sinners, Christ died
for us Christ humbled Himself, became
obedient unto death even the death of
the cross." Tell a world of sinners that
it is they, not God, that needs reconcilia
tion and God is reconciled to them, but
not to the Bin that alienates them from
Himself and from each other. He cannot
be reconciled to that which destroys them
spiritually and makes hell in human
associations. His wrath is ever hot
against that. Tell them that God is a
Father, and is pained by the ruin that
selfishness or sin works iu and among
his children. And for an expression ol
that sorrow and pain in His heart, point
them to Calvary love's sacrifice to save
the world from perishing.
9. 1 he sin of the world is selfishness.
It has been called au eternal necessity,
but to say that, is saying that it is from
God; or, it is unseating Him, as the lov
ing Sovereign of the universe in thought.
bin is not a necessity; therefore God
came into humanity to save the world
from sin; therefore we may point to the
incarnate, crying behold the Lamb of
God that taketh away the sin of the
world. The extirpation of sin is possible
and it will be accomplished. In all the
world, in every nation, m every city,
village, and home in every heart Love's
sweet refrain "Glory to God in the
highest, peace on earth and good willing
meu will obtain." The law of love will
rule in every man, and in all the affairs
of men. Then no more war commercial
industrial, civil or inter-national. No
more tyranny, poverty, vice or crime
and no more irksome toil. All necessary
work a work of love love everywhere
and everywhere at work. The 'splendid
imagery of Isaiah in the thirty-fifth
chapter of his prophecy will be realized.
This the work of the love which God com
mends to us in the cross.
10. '"God commends His love to us,
in that we being sinners, Christ died for
us, so that we being enemies might be
reconciled to Him and to each other in
love. Christ was Love s Sacrifice and not
this only, He was sin's victim also. The
victim of our sin.
1 1 . So far as worldly ambition, pride.
hardness, envy, prejudice, intolerance, de
ceit, strife and moral impurity domi
nates our lives so far dq we crucify the
Christ and so far was He bruised for ini
quities and wounded for our transgres
sions. to be continued.
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For further information apply as be
low. A. S. Fielding. City Ticket Agt.
S. A. Mosheu, Geu'l Agt.,
117 So. 10th St.
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braska, is the Pioneer
linn to Hot Snrinca. Rn.nll
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City, Dead wood, Lead City, a. I)., and
Central Wyoming, and is the best linei:
which to reach these and allnorthernan
northeastern Nebraska places in a quid
and comfortable manner. Palace sleep
ing cars, free reclining chair cars, and
standard day coaches are provided for
this daily service. Morning and after
noon train service is maintained as far
west as Norfolk; northeast to Omaha
and Sioux City, and east to Chicago.
City ticket office 117 So. 10th St. Depot
corner S and 8th Sts. .
Homeseekers Excursion
On March 5th and April 2nd, the Mis
souri Pacific will sell tickets to Arkansas,
Texas, Oklahoma and other southern
points at one fare for round trio nlua
2.00.
For illustrated and descriptive pam
phlets or further information call at city
ticket office. 1201 0 St.
F. D. Cornell,
C.P.&T.A.
Good News!
Governor Larrabee's great work, "The
Railroad Question," is now issued in pa
per covers. It is the standard authority
on the stbject and has just been adopted
as a text book by Yasser College. Every
reformer should have a copy. Price
cloth, 1.50; paper covers, 50c. Ad
dress, Wealth Makers Pub. Co.,
Lincoln, Neb.
The new song book contains about
125 pages, extra large size, illustrated
cover page. No doggerel in it All high
class, patriotic, pathetic, humorous, en-
thusing matter. Now ready.
The Lincoln Sanitarium is the best
place in the west to get medical treat
ment for most of the ills of life. Write
them for particulars.
Wo expect soon to have some new
books which will interest you.