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N\ \ N (% Q” Boston THOUGHTS IN LIGATER VEIN Waifs From the World of Wit and Humor. WHY MR, PATRICK WASN'T KILLED Mr. Old Boy's Stratrgy—The Rush Accounted For—Method in His Madness—Said “Yes'" From orce of Habit, The Force of Rabit, Fliegende Blaetter; Algernon—Dear- mily, T cannot conceal my feelings any longer, I must tell you now how dearly I love you. May I hope for your love in retu Emily—Certainly. today? Will that be all Not Mad Enough for Thar, St. Louis Critic: Augry Subscriber— Tam mad all the way through, an’ I want my paper stopped. Editor—Yes, sir; do you want to pay what you owe? Angry Subscriber—No; I ain’t mad enough for that. On the Desert Air. Boston Curier: 1 T play you this little Spanish fandango?” she asked, sweetly. *I—1 beg your pardon,” he said, turn- ing red, “but the fact is, I don’t under- stand Spanish,” Hoprless. Medical Times and Register: gun—Doctor, haven't you been ing on old man Gilfullaw? Doctor—Yes. SHow is he today?” : “He is boyoud the reach of medical assistance, | » “What! “0h, no. Galli- attend- Is b Heo's On Guard, Fliegende Blaeter: By thunder,old fellow! what has happened to_you that you smile so all the time? What was 80 good?” 0, nothing at alll but you see one never knows nowadays but somebody might be photographing him.” Accounted For. Dry Goods Chronicle: ‘‘Now. that’s what I like to see,” observed the visit- ing merchant to the proprietor of the great dry goods emporium; ‘“‘all the clerks full of vim and energy.”’ “'Yes,” assented the proprietor, ‘“‘we close early today and they are all get- ting ready to go home,” No Supposition, Drake’s Magazine: ‘“You will no- tice.” said the manager of the company, as he stepped in irontof the curtain, “that the programme says that seven years arve supposed to elupse between the second and third acts. In this case there will be no supposition about it. ‘'he sheriff of this county has just taken possession of the stage, and I think it will be about seven years be- fore we can got the matter settled. The nudience is now dismissed.” A Present for His Wife, America: Mr. Oldboy—My dear, when is your birthday? Mrs. Oldboy—Why, James! The idea of your not knowing! Why do you ask? “*Well, I've lost my silk umbrella, and 1 was thinking it” would be a good idea to got you one for a birthday present,” An O itted Remark., Nushwille American: The Rev Dr. K., a college professor, who wrote his sermons with the utmost ‘care and logi- cal coherence, once found it desirable while preaching to omit a pogtion. To- ward the close of the sermon there was a reference to the omitted portion, a Aact which he forgot for the moment, and then, suddenly remembering it, he extricated himself from the difficulty in this wise: ‘‘AsT have before remarked ~—er—in a part which I have omitted.” Why He Wasn'tKilled. Harvard Lampoon: Captain Spear— And w you never wounded, Pat? Pat—Faith, sor, and 1 was, In the fight a ortsylvania a dirty reb lifted his gun and fired. 1 was scared, I teil yez. e struck me right under me left reust., *“But if it struck where you say, the ball must have gone through your heart and killed you." *Oh, bednd, sor, me heart was in me mouth at the time.” Life in Pizen Creek. Texas Sittings: Judge Pulltrigger— Is your verdict guilty, or not guilty. —Foreman Bill Caparejo fof the Dead Hoss Ranch)—We want to ask one ques- tion: The evidence shows that the pris- oner shot at the man six times. and then only hit him once in the foot, Ain't there no law agin such poor shootin’? Judge Pultrigger (reluctantly)—No. Foreman Bill Caparejo (sadly)—Not guilty, then, One Great Advantage, Life: Maddox—I like your new*house very well, except for one thing. Simeral—What is that? *There is a saloon directly opposite.” **That is a drawback in one respect, but think what a convenience iv is to know where you can always find a po- liceman near.” The Oruc al Test. New York Weekly: Maine Lawyer —What is your opinion of the charac- ter of Deacon Black? Witness (cautiously)—I never heard nothin"agin him, *Don t you know him to be an honest man?”’ **Woll he’s been fair an’ square in all his dealin’s with me, and with others so far as I know.” “Isn’t that sufficient to prove him a aan of sterling integrity?” “Well, T dunpo, I never traded hosses with him.” Why They Don't Speak Now. Courier: “Why, Lizzie, where have you kept yourself so long.” *We haven't seen oach other for a long while.” **No, I was inquiring about you the other day and I was told that you were married, hut of course that’s nonsense.” **It’s the truth my dear.” “Gracious me!” **Yes, dear, and my husband is very rich,” **Very rich! Then he must be very old.” Four Hundred. New York Tribune: General Clinton B. Fisk o Sunday or twoago was dis- cussing one of the international series of Sundlfi so0hool lessous at a prominent uptown Methodist Sunday school. The lesson was in Luke,and the general ave a sketch of the life of Luke. He hen questioned the school on the les- s0n. Among other questions was this: “Luke was one of the four what?” It was supposed there would be a sharp volley of n')lle-: “One of the four evangelists.” But no response came from -llnlhuzohnhr, when a little *‘bud of promise” held up her hand in- cating that HTell then,” “Oune of One of could answer, e general. the Four Hundred,” said the little chick. There was no more solemnity in that school during that session. A Domeatic Episole. Pittsburg Bulietin: American Heir- ess (now a countess)—My dear, have you put on your cont with the pagded should- ers? The Count (from behind the portier)--- I haf, A. H.---Has the valet laced properly. The Count---He hass, me lofe. A. Hi--And penciled your eyebrows, adjusted your wig and applied the rouge and powder artistically? The Count---All is peautiiully done. A, M.-=-Then you are a good boy. You shall have another thousand for your gambling debts, and shall ride with Fido and me. your stays . &he Stuck to Her Gum Drake's Magazine: ‘‘George, darl- ing,” she murmured, as they strolled in the garden, “let us stopat that rustic onder for a moment. tainly, pet,” answered the young man. *“That is the place where 1 pro- posed to you last night. Do you want to stop for the iond recollections that cling about the spot?” *'No, not exactly.0You see 1 knew that it was coming night, and_that would want to kiss e, =0 I took my gumn out of my mouth and stuck it on the bench, Ifit is there yetI want to getit. That i B , dear, Outside th Detroit Free Press: ‘‘Look at that coat!” he exclaimed, as he entered the store of a dealer on Michigan avenue the other day. My frendt, vhas something wrong mit dot coat?” *I should remark! You warranted it fast color, and see how it has faded!” “Hem. 1 warranted it, did [77 “You did.” “How long ago vhas dot?” “Four weeks ago—the day before I went to Toledo.” “‘IHo, ho! You haf been to Toledo, eh! “Yes—just got back.” “Dot settles der case und lets me oudt. Dot coat was warrented for Detroit cli- matg, und if you go to Toledo you must take your chances on shrinking und fading!” The Fall o a Masher. St. Paul Globe: He was a smart young fellow of the anglomaniac type, and he had been standing on the corner for some time. sunning himself in the rays of the genial January sun watching the maidens asthey crossed the street and amusing himself with a surreptitious study in crinoline. He was intent upon observing a young miss, more than or- dinarify fair, when a yellow dog bound- edfrom the alleyway with a tomato can tied to his tail, just as the young man had struck an attitude intended to cap- tivate the fair one. There was arattle, a crash, and the frightened canine rushed between the pedal extremities of the other puppy, and the would be masher came to the ground with a crash. There was a mixture of dog, tomato can and youth tangled up in a confused mass for a few moments, and then the crushed Apollo rose to his feet, his face frescoed with the smut of the street, while the maiden passed him by with a merry giggle and the audience of news- boys looked on with a smile of fiendish glee, one of them crying in a high itched voice: **Ah,go and take a Turk- ish bath!” How He Managed Ir. New York Ledger: ‘“The prairies of the west are great places for wind,” said a wila west telegraph operator. “‘I used to have a station out in Nebraska, right out in the open prairie, and the way the wind blew there was a caution. But it was u lucky wind for me. Ata station about thirteen miles west my girl lived, and, as I had no Sunday trains or there and stay over Sunday. But a livery horse from Saturday night to Monday morning cost me too much money, so 1 rigged up a sail on an old tie-car. All I had to do on Saturday night was to hoist my sail, push the tie-car out on the main track. and in less than an hour I was at my journey’s end. For more than a year { went to see my girl every Saturday night by means of that sail-car. Pretty sleek, wasn’t it} “Yes, pretty sleek. But do you mean to say that the wind blew in'the same direction every Saturday night during all this time?”! “Of course I don’t!” “Well, how did you manage on those nights when it blew in the other direc- tion ¥ “Easy enough. I had another girl at a station fifteen miles east.” ALl A The Great Rock Island Route. Tn_changing timo on Sunday, Nov. 17, the Chicago, Rock Island & Pacific Ry. have considered every point of in- terest to the Omaha traveling public, 1f you are going to Des Moines, Chicago or any point east, our solid vestibule limited train is just what you want. Leave Omaha at 1.25[7. m. arrive in Des Moines 9:30 p. m. and Chicago 8:30 a. m. dinmng car for supper leaving Council Bluffs and for breakfast before remhins Chicago. This train is also equippe: with the finest sleepers and chair cars made by tne Pullman Co., which leave from the U. P. depot, Omaha,every day at 4:25 p. m., making close connections at Chicago with all trains for eastern points. In addition to this magnificent train we have two other daily trains to Chicago, leaving Omaha at 9:15 a. m. and 5:156 p. m. For information as to routes, rates, time, etc., call at ticket office, 1305 Farnam street; telephone 2, S. S. STEVENS, General Western Agent., i sl L YELLOW JIM. N. C. Williams in The Epoch: Sheriff Smith stood on the piazza of Summer- lands, sorrowfully shaking his gray head. ‘‘We orter ride like the devil was be- hind us, Carroll,” he said to his pris- oner, ‘*for thar comes the Clayton set, shores you're a foot high.” Murder, with politics on the surface and & womun at the bottom, had been done that day at the county town. Car- roll Austin, the murderer, having sur- rendered when overtaken at his own gate, had been allowed to go to his house in custody of the posse. . He was a durk, slender, handsome fel- low, with smouldering eyes that flamed up savagely at sight of the hundred armed horsemen streaming up in the turnpike.@@His wife stood beside him without touching him. Behind them with a pair of packed saddle bags flung over his arm, a big purse 1n his hand, wus Yellow Jim, the octoroon, who had grown up with Carroll, and was in speech, in fuce, in voice, well-nigh his exact counterpart, Indeed, it was a common saying that he was more mas- ter of Summerlands than was its owner. As valet, stoward, major domo, all was in his hands. The Austin blood knew notlring of fear, Carroll stood, half smiling, when the sheriff's voice rang out, as the lyuchers came within business of any kind, I used to go up [ THE OMAHA Talt! What do you want? “Curroll Austin, “What for?” “To hang him—higher than man.” “You can't have him," “We will have him.” The sherifl left his place on the piazza Ha- steps, and went hall way to the lynch- ers. Through the dusk they could see that his strong face was white and working. His head was bare; his big double-barrel held muzzle- down in token of parley. “Bays,” he said, “‘ole friends, neigh- bors, gentlemen, 1 know ye all, and ye know me—know 1'd go ten miles on my hanas and knees ruther’n ter scratch the littie finger of er one on ye. Ye know, too, whut I've swore, an’ kissed the book ter do. Now, I tell ye, I'm gwine ter do it, no matter who's hurt. You're 200 to five, bui we've got our backs to the wall, an’ by the livin’ Jehovah ye cain’t tech our pris'ner while one'of us can draw his gun. Now, disperse—go back, an’ wait fer law an justice.” A derisive howl answered him. spokesman of the mob called out: “Sheriftf Smith, I'li give you ten min- utes to surrender your prisoner. At the end of it we will come and take him, If y man tries to stop us, his blood be on' own head.” “‘Ye needn’t wait no time. Come on, ef ye're comin’, an’ let’s have the thing over,” the sheriff said. Then he gave command over his shoulder to the posse: **Stand solid, boys!” One minute of breathle: e—the leader crie Come he sherilf again shouted: and once wore encouraged his The ing— ““Hold ye fire till they're at the steps —and thé Lord have merey upon their souls,” On came the lynchers, yelling. shout- ing, firing pistols in the air. Then the air grew thick with fHame and smoke, with leaden pellets hurling through, the boom of the shotguns rolling over to the far hills, Over the tumult Jim’s ng: “This way, master; this vay your lifel” ‘When the harvest moon rose round and red that night her rays fell on five dead faces gleaming up from the trampled sward. Sheriff Smith looked at them with a queer tremor about his lips, and said: ‘‘Boys, who wants to be the county’s officer? I've had erbout enough on it.” Nobody answered him. A pair of big brown owls, a-perch on a dean tree neur at hand, shouted out to each other: *‘Woo—o0o—who—oo—who —oo0?" At midnight the moon made the clear ings light as day, yet sent only a vivid clare-obscure through the aark depths of the swamp. A faint path wound in and out among the big trees, and huge twisted creepers, writhing from bole to bole. Here and there a patch of moon- beams struggled through the leafage overhead, to be absorbed in the thick moss that covered the damp earth. Jim ran along the trail, half bent, ana feeling the ground with a light staff, before trusting his weight to it. Carroll Austin followed him, walking upright and fearless, as though he trod a dancing floor. As they went forward, Jim said mournfully: 0! Marse roll, why didn’t you go straight away You might be sufe now if you only hadn’t come home—after it all hap- pene.” “I know it, but then my wife would not have kissed me.,” Carroll, said flinging up his head proudly. *‘Poor love,” he went un. *‘To_think how un- just I have been to her. I made my will today, Jim—in case of accident, you know-—and actually I gave all I could to Peyton Reid, who, if I die childless, gets the land by entail, You must see to it, Jim, that that will 1s destroyed.” “If—if—you gave me to him let that 'qm". stand,” Jim said slowly. *1 hike Marse Peyton next to you,” Carroll scarcely heard him, Sudden- ly he burst out: ‘*“Jim, look at me— touch me—tell me L am human? Ihave shot a man—dend—dead-—dead.” **And the worst day’s work. that ever ou did. Ah! Marse Carroll. there'll e no living here for you any more.” Jim said, prodding whatseemed a coiled root. in the path before him. At a touch it leaped to life—there was a lignthing stroke, a hiss, a horrible gliding away. A minute later Jim was rolling iu agony upon the damp black earth. *The cotton mouth—it struck here—in the neck—I'll be dead ir me ten val Carroll knelt bes Jim, Jim, he cried, “don’t give up. I will back for help—you must have it, hang for it the next minute. talk of dying.” Jim cavght his hands and said faintly: “Iv’s no use Marse Carroll—the snake struck the big vein—I'm dying—even now. We have heen together ever since we were born, master— dear Murse Carroll—stay with me—to—the last’ “Lwill. I would die if it would save you,” Carroll said, drawing the poor quivering face to his breast, convention and pride of raco alike swept away in flooding agony of that supréme minute. All at once Jim sunk to earth. laid his ear against it, then sprang upright, shrieking thickly: *‘The—heunds!— the—hounds!” Carroli bent forward to listen. Faint and far came the low, booming hay of bloodhounds. He knew that meant that the lyncheérs were behind them. In an hour they would come up with Don't him here beside his dead guide. He could go not a foot farther. Iven if he could bring himsell to leave he would not dare stir ten yards in this treacherous spot. Hanging would at least be quicker than smothering in the black ooze of the swamp. In any case, he had one shot left. If he needs must quit life he will do it like a gentleman. What & pity the suake had ot chosen him. Poor Jim's agony wans almost ended, He had sunk in a stupor, and there were perceptible intervals between his gasps. He would not know it when the hounds came up. What a deep note they bad and how rapidly they came on now that they had struck the warm trail. In ten minutes—in five—in three —he would be standing between them and the swollen features of his dead. A wild thought made him faiutv and weak. It meant safety, with a fearful risk behind it. He thrust it away, drew his pistol, and laid its cold rim 0 his forehead. Then the thought of Li- sette, his wife, love, life came over him. He flung the weapon down beside the dead mau and began to work with the strevgth of a giunt anathe fury of a hurricane. Five minutes later the head of Clayton clan was saying: **You beat us to the swamp, Jim, buv you see we caaght you after all. Wake up your flue master and tell him his time has come.” *'I wish Icould wake him, sir; but I ain’t Gabriel,” an unsweady voice re- plied. A torchbearer ran up to the prostrate figure. The next minnte word went down the line: **Carroll Austin has died a death that might make even his victim pity him,” azed b{tha shock of the appalling tragedy, the community held shudder- jogly aloof from aught pertaining to ts primal cauge, Charley Clayton and the sherift’s victims had a funeral train three miles long. Yellow Jim alone the DAILY BEE: followed the coffin that Jens thought to hold the last of the Austins, Lisette would not look: at it, indeed she kept her room, refusing to see any- body unt 1 the coming of Payton Reid, | Even | the neir-at-law, a week' later. then, she did not go below stairs until summoned to hear the reading of her husband’s wili. As she stepped outside her chamber door she came fuce to face with Jim, and, after one look, shrunk erying out: away—go away---Carroll is dend and you shail not look it me with his uppose---he was not doga? MONDAY. MARCH 3 Let me alone. The old unconscious tone of | mand. Alice gave a low shriek, com- then Carroll—or else his ghost.” When Mr. and Mrs. Peyton Reid went down to a very late breakfast they found all their household in excited confusion. “What is it?"" the gentleman asked of his gray old butlcr. “Jt's Jim, ser—yoller Jim,” the man said, looking down. “Surely he is not dead?” Mr. Reid said, rising. A vivid gleam came into his wife's eyes asshe bent forward to “Are you crazy?” angrily. “I believe | hoar, youare. They tell me you have been *No, sir; not dead, sir,” said the but- luny ever since yon brought him home. | jer, “but—but he went to the stables Get out of my horrible thing aj Then you ar —is dead?” “After what he had done—yes. [t was the only way out of it. Even if he had got awdy he would have been a wan- derer, a vagabond, all the days of his life. “Would you have gone with him?" “No—no—a hundred times no. I mar- ried a rich gentleman. \When he delib- erately made himself a criminal he set me free.” Jim drew aside to let her pass she swept round the turn of the way, he said between his teoth: ST think that last will will be very apt to stand.” It did stand. Though it left Mrs, Carroll far less than she expected, she showed neither surprise nor chagrin over its provisions. In a quiet, vathetic, self-controlled fashion, she gathered up hep belongings, and, in the course of a few weeks, went . Peyton Iteid found her resignation wonderfully touching. Ho was a gal- lant chivalrous, tender-hearted fellow, and would gladly have doubled her portion, feeling, as he did, that she wa ungenerously dealt with. ‘At the sug gestion, though, a faint flowed into her cheek, she said, slowl “You are kind. but it cannot be done. While my husband lived what he had was mine; now that he is dead I will take only what he chose to give me, He may have been unjust, but I cannot take more and keep my self-respect.” After that she went away, leaving a v leaven of pitying tenderness tow- ard her in the ne mer’s mind. He was rich before ti ndfall, but not in land. He was Austin 1 blood, if notin name, and soon decided to make his heme on the big plantation that his great grandfathers had bought from the y, and never say that rain!” glad—Marse Carroll As air- Cherokees a hundred years before. With uncommon v t about making it a model plac he house was refurnished inside and out; barns made bigger; cabins and stables pulled down and rebuilt. Still, the memery of that August night huyg over it like & pall. Few of the country folk came about it,though there was the iiveliest curiosity as to the ex- tent of the betterments. Those who ventured came away saying: ““The biggest change of all ‘was in Yeller Jim. Why, he used to be the jolliest nigger alive, and as humble as he was jolly—unow he was nothin’, an’ as fer hitchen’ your he when you 'lighted, or holdin’ the sti rup when you got up—it wasn’t once in three times that he seemed ter think ubourdoin’ it. It wasn’t strange though. The new man made more of him even than Carroll. Austin had done; trusted him to everything, and even let him sleep over the diningrobm, now that his mother’s cabin was torn away. No wonder he was getting uppish and big- gity—though really it didn’t secem like he meant to he impertinent. It was probably the trouble that had made him 80 light-headed and abdent-minded,” It was mainly to afford him amuse- ment. gular s * o x Christmas twelvemonth from that night of death Summerlands was empty, swept and gurnished, ready for a crowd of guests. Nobody quite knew what was the oceasion of this coming togeth- er, but all agreed thavthere must be something out of the common thus to fling wide those shadowed doors. The day had been fair with a hint of frost in tne air. As night fell it grew keenly cold—so cold that even the big log fires on every hearth hardly made the wide rooms comfortable. There wasa glare and glitter of light. Blooming plants stood on the window ledges. Christ greens wreathed door and wall. There would be dancing. games, & magniticont supper. People begun coming at dark, and wandered aimlessly about, com- menting on the absence of the host. Could he mean thus w mock and slight a county in return for the cold shouvider it had shown him? It was not likely— she was a gentle-natured fellow, not at all after the Austin pattern. Presently a carriage with four black horses drew up at the door; two people 2ot out. The next minute Payton Reid stood in the midst of the throng, suy- ing: “Friends and neighbors, T thank you with his bundles this morning and told the boys to tell you he had run away for good.’ “Don’'t fret, dear; he was always ve impertinent, and I eall ita good v dance,” Mrs, Reid said, settling down to her breakfast with a dainty appe- tHtey * we Summerlands lay in the Cumberland valley—debatable ground during the civil war,. which began two years after Yellow Jim ran away. Of courss Peyton Reid was among the first of those who went out to fight for the confederacy. His wife did not oppose his goirg, but when the pinch of parting came she kissed and clung to him, and bemoaned her desolateness. At the front shesent him weekly heart-broken little letters, whose burden was all love and lonely longing for his return. After the for- tunes of war had put the blue above the gray they came but ravely. but we even fuller of dependence on his lo Naturally, when he had been away two years, the wish to see her, to hold her in his arms. and kiss and comfort her,so possessed him that he was ready to risk death 10 accomplish it. Aside from the perils of crossing the river Tennessee and Cumberland—where the gunboat pitrol was strict, there was the further danger of capture and trial as a sny. Summerlands lay just upon the edge of a considerable federal outpost. It was koowledge of its ablishment there that made him doubly anxious about Lisette, D soul! No soldier would have the heart to harm her, but they might—ng st---seriously terrify her by their bare presence. Once he had her in his arms all the rest might goy Be would take her back where he could shield and comfort her. His heart grew warm in the thought of how her shy eyes would brignten, her whole fuce beam at sight of him, at knowledge that henceforth there were to be no warring hosts between them. When the last river was passed he began to pick his way cautiously along bridle-paths and <¢hrough woodlands until he reached the great swamp. Summerlands was but three miles away from it, He could hide there during the day and steal into his house at night. [Only he must find some trusty messenger to apprise Lisette of coming. Peering along the dim s. he sawsomething move. A min- ame a tall man wearing a ,and fully armed. But that essed the beholder. His eted on the face—a familiar Simultaneously the two men [ hardly eyes were ri {ace. spoke. “*Murse Peyton Reid!” *Yellow Jim?" “Yes—at vour service—but conte fur- ther in. The blue coats have a habit of nabbing strangers that might be un- pleasant to both of us.” “Tell me where you have been—what you are doing here? Above all, why you left me as you dia?” “‘Don’t talk of that now—I—was crazy, Ithink. Anyway,a week of the swamp sobered my senses—I worked my way to the seaboard, got a berth on a ship, and got back just in time to take o hand for the confederacy.’ 2 “You fight on our sidé?” +Of course—it 18 my side, too. Do you think I could raise my hand against my own people? I explained my posi- tion to a man Marse Carroll befriended once, and as ho is high in authority, 1 had no trouble in getting assigned to detuched duty. 1In fact,I’ve been scout- ing ever since it begun. That is what brings me here.” “Have you found out anything?” A little—1 know how many men of all arms are within supporting distance of the front. where theve ave arms and stores deposited, the number of men at each post,the alignment of picikets; in fact, it is easier to say what I have not found out thun what L have.™ “*Ah, Jim, you are a noble fellow.” Peyton Reid said, wringing Jim’s hand hard. ‘*Now tell me—do you know thing of Summerlands—of my wife? Is » still there, or have they frightened away?” m’s mouth dropped. His twitehed neryously under hism He said, slow and reflective course I have been there-—myself un- mouth seen. They have not troubled the place—not even-the house, M Reid —is still ther given her a gu ard I think they have rd of honor. all for coming here to do honor to'my | © “Dear little soul---her sweet eyos wife.” ¥ £ would tame a bungry tiger. 1 must see People fell back apace in dumb sur- | her tonight. Can you not help me to prise. It*was Lisette Austin who looked at them from the depth of silk and fur. She raised her eyelidsin a quiclk, balf frightened way, but dropoed them instantly, and clung with timid appeal to her new husband’s arm, Be- fore the nearest man could frame a con- grawlatory specch, a heavy fall startled them. Yellow Jim lay stark and senseless just at the feet of the br.de! Late ut night as he lay feigning sleep ond wishing for death, the door ol his low chamber open cautiously and two women came through it—Hannah, the house girl, and Alice the new mistress’ own maid. They bent over the prone figure and spake in awed whispers: “*He is sholy struck with death,” said Haunah,shivering a little us she spoke.” ‘*An’ lucky for nim, if he is,” Alice returned a trifle myawnqufl’y‘ *Whut make you sm){dnl'{‘ “*Becase—I knows whut ['m talkin’ ’bout. Miss Zette do 'Spise dat nigger, au’ she ain’t gwine res’ till Mrs, Peyton sell him, ? Aok **You reckon so? Woat she got 'gin He uster try metty hard ter suit her when she wus mistris yere befo’,” Alice laughed disdainfully, **Det’s all you chuckle 'heads knows. Hit didn’ suit her ’tall.ter have Jim always hangin’ round when Mist’ Clay- ton an’ her yother beau wus here. She'll pay.‘im fer it now, sho'us you's er nig* ger.” & “How long 1s Marse Peyton been courtin’ ter? We never heard nothin’ ‘hout it tell ter night.” *Purty nigh ever sénce we lef’ de ole place. ~ You see he kep’ comin’ arter er, tryin’ to git ’er to take mo’ money, an’ she wouldn’t hab it, ’cause I reckon she think she git it all bime-by. She says she married Marse Ca'll'for de prop’ty, Dis time I think she got it fer ter keep.” "Yes,” assented Haonah, “an’ we can tell Mammy Loushe ucen’ ter bother ’bout walkin’ u ere; Jim's jes er breathin’, an’ nobody can’t do nothin’ fer 'im.” With that she walked away. At the door Alice ran back and pressed her ll‘)u to the mouth of the prosirate man, “I know you amn’t sleep, Jim,” she whispered,” “‘neither dyln‘. Ef you hadn’t held yourself ‘so high, you mwh,! have a friend to help you now. manage it?” **Perhaps---butit will be---dangerous. | You had better stay here and let her come to you,” Jim said, still looking down. eyton Reid exclaimed 1mpauently: I cannot wait. Only pilot me past the picket guard—-and 1'will usk nothing more of you.” “T am only afraid for you—as to me, nothing matters,” Jim said, with a hit- tle reckiess laugh, Then he added more soberly: “I'll go, and stand by you, come v hat may.” At 10 o'clock the two stole under tre windows of Summerlands. Nearly all were lighted up. Mrs. Reid had opened her doors to the officers, *for protec- tion,” she said, though she had aspecial guard, She satat the piano, the cen- ter of a guy group of blue-coated and shouder-strapped individuals, and sung unwenriedly of war, of love, of home, as suited the tastes of her auditors, For each she had a merry word, a smile, a gracious courtesy, anhe said good night. One by one they went away until only a small, fair man, in a colenel’s uniform, was left with the songstress, At once he went up to her, took her hand, and led her over to the sofa by the fire, Evidently he wassuying wnat it please her to hear, though his words were i audible 1o the two men outside. For a minute he stood looking down at her, then he bent and kissed her twice, full in the mouth. Peyton Reid tried to shout, o spring forward, Jim held his hand on his lips, und drew him heavily to earth. **No—no—not here—you will be shot like a dog,” he whispered hoarsely in the struggling man’s ear. “Let me up! Let me up,I say! Do you remember she is my wife?” the other gasped. “*No—she is mine!” *Yours—God in heaven! you mean?’ . “Onply this, I am Carroll Austin, When Jim died in the swamp [ had choice of death ov slavery. I took his coat, put my watch in his pocket, my rings upon his Hngers—darkness nna poison did the rest. When I found, as you have done, that Lisette’s love was for the last comer. I gave upall thought of ighting myself. IfI had known 1 would have warned you of her—I went awayhoping she might not ruin your life as she had done mine—because 100, What can ran away, muttering: ““That was Marse | I oved—loved her still—more almost than 1hate her.” Peyton got up heavily.and held out his hand. “Forgive me, Carroll," he said husk- ily, I took your fortune, your wife--- everything. Iwoulddie ten times over if that would right the wrong. ‘‘Hal What's that!” said Carroll, as a faint booming noise came to them. A picket gun answered him. Right down upon them, out of the world of dusk, came a thousand of the merriest rough riders the world has ever seen. It was trot, gallop, charge, load, fire, strike home; a melee of hoofs and bul- lets and saber flashing, with the rebel yell quavering through and above it, and shouts of “*Morgan! Morgan! John Morgan’s come to town!” making up a rumbling bass. Though surprised! the blue coats fought like men, It was an hour ere they gave up—and there wore empty saddles enough to vrove that their bullets had gone home. Nuturally they rallied about the mansion, the col- onel commanding was there—Carroll felt that it would be the center of the fight. Into the crest of the charging host he flung himself, and was borne to the very door-stone. Rushing through the soldiers he caught up Lisotte and ran with her toward the side gate; just as the farthest picket squad came Bur- rying forward, fiving as they ran. Bul- lets hurled around, above them, still they were untouched. 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