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KOEHLER, Manager LOCAL DIRECTORY CHURCHES BarrisT—Services Sunday 11 a. m. and 7:30p. m ; Sunday school 9:50 a m.; the young people’s society 6:15 p m Prayer meeting Thursday 7:30 p. m. Covenant meeting first Sat each month 2:00 p. m. E. B, P ace , Pastor. BY(HMK1ESB.|EW i 5 « m .Q uad .» C opyrighted CHAPTER I. * ~ The day and date is the 21st of July, 1861. The scene is the battleground of first Bull Run, a "rid made memorable for ever. From daybreak to high noon the Fed eral army under McDowell has been moving down on the Confederate posi tion selected weeks ago by the generals old in the strategy of war. On the flanks brigades have grappled in the open fields, regiments have dashed at each other In the forests and thickets. Here a little ground has been gained, there a little lost. It has been the skirmishing which precedes every battle, locating the enemy, testing his readiness, drawing his strength and uncovering his designs. The hour ia high noon. The Confed erate front has been pressed back, the left wing shattered. Men looking down on the battlefield from the hills of Cen terville have every movement in plain view. At 12 o’clock the battle is won for the Federals. Bee, Barstow and Evans, who have held the Confederate center, have been beaten back by Burn side, Sykes and Porter. They give way slowly and grudgingly, fighting as they break back, and they are trying to rally, when there is a clatter of bayonets be ing fixed to muskets, and a thousand men rush foiwaid at the double quick. It is the New York Twenty-seventh, and Colonel Slocum leads it, the first bayonet charge of the war—“Forward! For ward!” And the wedge drives into the Confederate center and rolls the frag ments right and left. The cheering is beard a mile away above the noise of battle. The Federal center moves forward to pursue the shat tered enemy, and couriers ride away with the news, “We have pierced the Confederate center and won the day!” Behind the flying ..federates is a plateau of 300 acres, comprising two or three farms. There are two or three farmhouses, orchards, meadows, thick ets of pine, barren fields. Here is Stone wall Jackson with 5,000 men in reserve. The fragments of brigades, regiments and companies are hurled back to the slopes of this plateau to be rallied and reformed behind the reserves. Cou riers ride away to Beauregard to ask for more artillery, infantry and cavalry, and while the Federals pause to replen ish their cartridge boxes and gird up their loins for a last struggle 5,000 fresh Confederates are hurrying forward to the plateau. Noon becomes 1 o’clock. The skir mishers are at work all along the front of the plateau, but there is no fighting. Another hour slips away. The Fed erals have waited too long. At noon they could have carried the position with a rush. At 1 o’clock they would have met with stubborn resistance, but victory would have perched on their banners. Now as the Federal« are ready to move the Confederate 5,000 have become 10,- 000, and their 10 pieces of artillery have become 20. A majority of the troops are fresh and their nerves unshaken, and all are ready for the grapple. Thirteen thousand Federals move against the plateau at different points almost as one man, and the battle opens with a great crash. Under General Jackson’s immediate orders are five or six regiments. On tho right of his line is a Virginia regiment. On the right of that regiment is a company from the Shenandoah valley. They have not boen in action yet. As the Federals move up to the attack Rickett’a Federal bat tery, supported by a Minnesota regi- M ethodist E piscopal —Services every Sabbath 11:00 a. m. and 7:3O p. rn. Sunday school 9:30 a m. Prayer meeting 7 :00 p m. Thursday. J ohn B betts , Pastor. C dmb . P resbyterian —Services every Sab bath 11:00a m and 7:30 p. m. Sunday school 9:30 a. m. Y. P. C. E., Sunday 6:30 p. m. Prayer meeting Thursday, 7:30 p. m. E E. T hompson , Pastor. C hristian —Preaching at 11 a. m. and at 7:30 p. m on the first and third Sundays . on the second and fourth Sundays at 7:30 until further notice At Carlton on sec ond and fourth Sundays at 11 a. m„ and Saturday evening before at 7:30. At No. 8 at 3 p. in on second and fourth Sundays. J ames C ampbell , V. D. M.. Pastor S t . J ames E piscopal CnracH—Lay-Ser vices every Sunday at 11 o'clock a. m. S t . J ames C atholic —First st., between O and H. Sunday school 2:30 p. in. Ves pers 7:30. Services once a month. T. B riody , Pastor. SECRET ORDERS. K nowles C hapter N o , 12, O. E. 8.—Meets a Masonic ball the first and third Monday evening tn each month. Visiting members cordialiv in vited. C. H. MCKINNEY, Sec. MRS. C. W. TALMAGE, W M. A O. U. W.—Charity Lodge No. 7 meets first and third Fridays of each month, 7:30 p. in. Lodge room in Union block. H. C. BURNS, M W J. D. BAKER. Becorder. 10 Yamhill Lodge No.-10 D. of H. meets in Union hall second and fourth Friday evenings of each month. CtJSTxa P ost N o . 9— Meets the second and fourth Saturday of each month in Union hall at 7:30 p m. on second Saturday and at 10:30 a. m. on 4th Saturday. All members of the order are cordially invited to attend our meetings. J. B. S tilwell , Commander. B. F. C lubinb . Adjt. W. C. T. U.—Meets on every Fri day at 3 p. m. in reading room, Union block C lara G. E sson , Pres. J ennie G allentins , Sec'y Oregon Central & Eastern R. R. Co. YAQUINA BAY ROUTE Connaetlug at Taquiua Aay with the San Francisco and Yaquina Bay Steam- ■hip Company. STEAMSHIP “FARALLON” A 1, and first-class in every respect. Sails from Yaquina for San Francisco about every eight days. Passenger ac commodations unsurpassed. Shortest route between the Willamette valley and California. Fare from Albany or points west to San Francisco : Cabin. ....................................$12.00 Steerage................................. 8.00 Cabin, round trip, good 60 days 18.00 For sailing dates apply to, H. L. WALDEN, Agent, Albany, Or. EDWIN STONE, Manager, Corvallis, Or. ON a 8. CLARK, Supt,. Corvallis, Or. B t act of the Legislature of the Stave of Ohio a clayworker s school has been established at the Ohio State University, where the chemist ry, meca&nism, and manual work of . everything connected with clay is taught. Prof. Orton is the director of this school. “Halt, men, halt! Those who are not cowards will follow me!” ment, are in front of Jackson’s men. The battery is wheeling into position, when the Virginia regiment is ordered to charge it. With a wild cheer, the command dashes forward, but to meet with such a withering volley from the western men that it falls back in con fusion. Let us follow the company on the right. As it falls back its captain is left lying on the field. The first lieu tenant should be in command, but neither he nor his fellow officer seeks to rally the disorganized men. The com pany is breaking back in a mob right under Jackson’s eyes, when a private seize* the flag from the panic stricken color bearer and shouts: “Halt, men, halt! Those who are not cowards will follow me!” It was too late to rally the company as a whole. It was breaking back on the reserve, headed by its two lieuten ants, but at the call to rally about 80 of the men turned and raised a cheer and followed the flag. The sight of the flag and the echo of the cheers put heart into the beaten regiment. Something like order came out of confusion, and a moment later two-thirds of the regi ment were fighting over the guns. The other regiments of the brigade moved up, and they came just in time. The First Michigan and Fourteenth New York were charging up to support the Minnesota men and save the guns. And now for the space of a quarter of an hour 5,000 men fought with bayonet, with clubbed muskets, with whatever weapon they could wound or kill. It was the fight of a mob. It was a mob which went circling round and round the battery long ago disabled by the killing of all its horses. The Thirty eighth New York, followed by a portion of the Fire Zouaves, went forward yell ing and cheering, but they came too late to save all the guns. The Confederates held the ground aDd retained three of the pieces. As Jackson rides forward the ' company from the Shenandoah valley is | dragging one of the captured guns to the rear. "Who eomuauds this company?” asked the general, looking in vain for a CQsyulnione® officer. issi by press association . The men halted and stared at him, but no one replied. “Where is your captain? Where are your lieutenants?” he demanded. “Can’t tell yo’, general,” answered a private who was bareheaded and coat less, “but the boss we are workin un der jest now is that ar’ Yankee with the flag!” Jackson was about to speak further when an aid delivered au order, and he rode hurriedly away. There is no more fighting on this front. To the right and left the Federals charge again and again, but always to be beaten back. Did they number twice as many they could not dislodge the Confederates from the plateau. Nature made it for the key of a battlefield. It is 3 o’clock, and the fight still rages fiercely. It is 4 o’clock, and the Federals are still battering at the slopes of the plateau. Half an hour later the volleys of musketry suddenly increase in volume, the artillery redoubles its fire, there is wild cheering all along the Confederate front. Johnston's troops have come up from the valley. He throws them into the battle, and the Federals are driven back. The Confed erates push forward in pursuit, and the troops who were giving way slowly and retiring in good order suddenly become panic stricken. An army panic is like unto nothing else in its foolishness, in its madness, in that feeling of terror which makes serv ile cowards of brave men for a few hours. In 80 minutes from the first wild shouts of alarm the highways lead ing back to Centerville were choked with the shattered, disorganized and fleeing Federal commands. Here and there feeble attempts were made to check the terrified mob, but each effort only increased the panic. What were they fleeing from? Death? If so, almost every man of them had faced death for hours that day without flinching. They faced it now, as terri fied men discharged their muskets and threw them into the ditches, as remnants of cavalry commands dashed into the mass, as fieldpieces and limbers and caissons, drawn by horses which seemed to have caught the spirit of terror, turned in from the fields at a mad gal lop and rode down every obstruction. Men flee like shadows from a plague, but they know from what they flee. Rushing into the highways, fighting each other as they struggled to reach the van, stumbling, falling, a chill of fear upon every heart, the army which had fought so well and long streamed into the hamlet of Centerville. There was no pursuit. There wasn’t a brigade in the Confederate aimy in condition to pursue, nor was the extent of the Fed eral disaster known to Confederate offi cers. Here was a strong position, and here it was that troops who had not been in action were formed across the high way leading to Washington to check the panic stricken thousands. Mounted of ficers rode into the mob and shouted commands and appeals. The panting fugitives paused for a moment, but it was not to listen, not to obey, not to feel ashamed of their silly fears. It was to draw a long breath and then dash at the wall of glistening bayonets. The wall menaced them, the bayonets point ed at their breasts, but with one mighty surge the living wave dissolved the wall, hurled it down, flung the frag ments to right and left, and the stream of humanity poured on over the hills and flowed the faster for its temporary check. It could not be checked again until it reached the Potomac. CHAPTER II. Let us go back a few weeks and con nect the chain of events. The thunder of a hundred guns had been let loose at Charleston, and the south was rushing to arms. On vho has not witnessed the beginning oi war cannot comprehend the insanity of ex- citement which accompanies the pas sage of each fateful day. We of the north were delaying, hoping, trying to make ourselves believe that war would be averted, though no one could tell how. While we were delaying the south was acting. No man in any southern com munity dared talk of peace. While the north raised regiments the eouth put brigades into camp and planned a cam paign. While the north waited the south possessed itself of fort after fort. The streets of every city echoed the tread of marching men; every village was aroused by the music of the fife and drum. That generation knew nothing of war. Men looked upon the waving flags and rippling banners, the march ing volunteers and the holiday attire and said to each other: “Then this is war? Men who have written of war have deceived ns. There is no suffering, no wounded, no dead. Let us also join in the march.” But historians had not deceived then;. They were deceiving themselves, The beginning of war is merriment and feast. The end is marked by thousands of marble headstones bearing the single word “Unknown”—those and crape and tears and desolation. It is 4 o’clock in the afternoon of one of those never to be forgotten spring days of 1861, re membered now only by gray baired men and women. The scene is the an cient town of Winchester, in the beau tiful Shenandoah valley, the garden spot of the Old Dominion. Undercover of a wooden awning sheltering the front of the old store and postoffice two men are seated at a table borrowed some where for the occasion. One of them wears the uniform of a militia captain; the other is in citizen's dress and has a list of names on a paper before him. Hear what the captain is saying to the men crowding up until they stand six or eight deep before him. “We want 60 more men to fill ujathis company. Within a week we shall be ordered to the front. We want only young men and good men. Now, then, you all who want to go to war and see some fun put your names down on this paper. You, there, Steve Brayton, step up and sign!” “How long Bhall we uns be gone, captain?” “I reckon on 60 days.” “Then I’ll put down.” ^1? “And I!” “And I!” “Say, captain,”called a young farm er from the rear rank of the crowd, “can’t yo' make the time 30 days? The old man’s feelinporely this spring, and he can’t do no farm work. I’d like to go along with yo’ all, but I can’t spare over 80 days. Mako it 30 days, and I’ll put down.” “I don’t like to say 30,” replied the captain as he stood up to look over the crowd. “You see, we’ve got to get there, wherevgj it is, and then we’ve got to I have a fight or two and march around, and I should reckon on 50 days anyhow. Better come along. Yrou never did have no such chance to see fun in all your life before.” “Waal, I reckon 10 or 20 days won't make no great difference anyhow, ” said the man. And he pushed forward to add his name to the list. Diiectly opposite two men sat look ing out of a second story window. They were in the law office of Justin Wil liams, a lifel ng citizen of the town and a lawyer of repute. He was a man of 55, but carried his age lightly. The other was a young man of 24, well built and having a plain but kindly face. He ~ was ~ Royal _ Kenton of Rhode Island, a graduate of law at a promi nent university and the junior partner of the law firm of Williams & Kenton. They were uncle and nephew. Kenton had come down about 18 months before. As the relative and partner of a promi nent citizen he was treated with cour tesy. Asa Y’ankee, fresh from Yankee- land, he was a subject of criticism, and there was little heart in the hospitality accorded him. There could not have been. He represented principles an tagonistic to the south. There was no neutral ground in those days. A man represented nut himself, but his sec tion of country. The opinions of his sec tion were considered to be his. A south erner at the north would have been looked upon through the same eyes and held responsible to the same extent. Men liked him as a man, but they de tested him as a Yankee. “Well, 1 am sorry this trouble has fallen upon the country,” said the old lawyer as they watched the crowd oppo site. “I have long felt that it must come sooner or later, but 1 hoped it would not be in my day. Nothing can now prevent war.” “ But everybody appears to think it will end almost as soon as begun,” re plied Kenton. “They do not stop to reflect,” said the lawyer as his face assumed a more serious look. “1 am a southerner, and I believe the south has been fully justi fied in her course, but our people are foolishly underestimating the strength and temper of the north. They will not let us go because we bluster and threat en. If the south secures a separation, it will have to be won on the field of battle. It was to be, and it ha6 come, but it is to be deplored.” “If war comes, business will have to go," observed Kenton as he looked about the office. “War is here, and our business has already fled, ” replied Williams. “Mar tial law will soon be proclaimed, and there will be no more use for judges, jurors and attorneys. I have wanted to ask you for several days what coursa you mean to pursue. If it was to be a war of 60 d-ys, six months, or even a “We want sixty more men to fill up this company.” year, we might make certain plans, but it is to be a long and bloody struggle, and this very valley will be a battle ground. We may as well close our of fice today as a month hence. Amid such excitement as this there can bo no call for our services.” “I am a northern man,” said Ken ton after a moment's thought. “Yes, they call you a Yankee.” “I have cared nothing for politics. There is a great principle herein in volved, but our greatest statesmen are divided over it. The south seeks inde pendence from a federation which has become unbearable. The north, or at least a goodly portion of it, denies the right of secession. This coming war is the consequence. I stand on neutral ground.” “You are neutral today, but you can not be 30 days hence, ” said the old law yer as a troubled look came into his face. “Do you find any neutral men in that crowd down there? Have you heard any neutral talk among our people? It may not lje 10 days before you will be put to the test.” “What test?” “Of your allegiance to one side or the other. Every young man in our town is hastening to volunteer. I am too old to be taken now, but later on I may be forced into the ranks. It will be a war in which the south will need her last man. . I am not pledged to a southern confederacy, but I am pledged to Virginia. I go with my state. You have come down to cast your lol with us. It is for you to answer whether you we for or against your adopted state. Think it over. If you wish to go north, the routes are still open. If you wish to remain, you will be asked why you don’t volunteer. I do not seek to influ ence you. Be guided by your own con science. Tomorrow we will settle all business matters between us. It may be years before there is any further call for our legal talents in this or any other Virginia town. Military law will soon override everything.” The old lawyer rose up and passed down stairs on his way home without further remark, leaving Royal Kenton in a brown study, which was interrupt ed 10 minutes later by wild cheering on the street. He went down to ascertain the cause, and a man who had just vol unteered swung his hat and replied: “Hooray! We uns is gwine to send fellers right on to captur’ Washington and ole Abe Lincoln!” CHAPTER III. Night comes, and the streets of the old town grow more quiet. Men have cheered themselves hoarse, and intense excitement has wearied everybody. An even 50 men have signed the roll, and more will come in tomorrow. The re cruiting office has been closed by the re moval cf the table and the departure of the captain. With that officer we have little to do. With the man in citizen’s clothes who assisted him we have much. Let me introduce to you as be sits on the veranda of the village inn Duke Wyle, 25 years of age, a bachelor, the only son of ex-Judge Wyle, the nabob of the village and county. The young man has been educated for nothing in particular. He has done nothing in particular since he left college. “Duke? Oh, Dake’s all right,” was the reply to any half meant criticism. “The old man’s got plenty of money, and Duke is his heir. Good boy, that Duke. Likes to hunt and ride and is a little wild, but he’ll steady down after a bit. Don’t you worry about Duke!” And when the news of war came Duke found the excitement his nature craved. When the volunteer company was full, he was to be its first lieuten ant. He and Royal Kenton were ac quaintances, but not friends. In the be ginning they had been attracted toward each other, ajjd there HU Promise fit close intimacy. But no two men can love the same woman and be friends— be anything less then enemies. Both were frequent callers i ‘ the old man sion standing at the 1.»; 1 of the long street, in which resided the widow and daughter of the late Hon. John Percy, one of Virginia’s oldest and wisest sen ators and statesmen. If Marian favored either one, if she was interested in any one of her numerous callers, no sign of encouragement had been given. Ken ton and Wyle were only two out of twenty, and yet it seemed to be general ly understood that she would ultimately favor one or the other. “Hooray. Hooray 1 We uns will be in Washington in less’n 30 days!” It was the voice of Steve Brayton shouting as he drew near. “You there, Steve?” called Wyle as the enthusiastic volunteer was swinging his bat and making ready for another cheer. “W’at’s wanted, lootenant?” “Come up here!” “Doggone my hide, but I want to git down tbar and bev a fout so bad that 1 can’t stand still!” growled Steve as he “Say, Steve, do you know there’s a Yankee among us?” came along down the veranda. “What’s up, lootenant? Hain't dun gone and got word that them ar’ Yankees is goin to give up without a fout, hev ye?” “No. There’s no news this evening. Sit down.” “Whoop! I’m powerfully minded to sot out by myself and git th.-r befo’tlie fussin is all over!” exclaimed Steve as he hesitated to take the chair pushed at him by the other’s foot. “Sit down! You’ll get there soon enough without any extra hurry! Say, Steve, do you know there’s a Yankee among us—a regular, full fledged Yan kee right here in this town?” “Lordy, no! Has he un cum down to captur’ we uns?” “He is here as a spy, Steve—as a spy to let ’em know up north what we are doing. You fellers are not very bright, or you’d have got onto him without my telling.” “Shoo! A Yankee spy right yere in this town? Hevyo’ 3een him with yo’r own eyes?” “I have.” “And yo’ kin name him?” “I can. Do you know Lawyer Wil liams?” “I reckon.” “Do you know the man in the office with him—fellow named Kenton?” “I do, fur suah. Hedrawed up some papers fur me awhile ago. Purty nice sort of a feller, I take it.” “Didn’t you know he was a Yankee?” “No!” “Well, he is. Any one will tell you that he came down here from the north only about a year ago.” “But he cum to go inter bizness.” “Yes, but he’s„a Yankee, and they are all alike—all down on us about the nigger, and all want to make us eat dirt.” "Shoo! Jest want to waik right over us and tread us into the ground, eh?” “That’s it, and he's one of them. No one knows how many letters he’s sent off in the last two weeks. He probably sent one today, and they know in Wash ington just what we are doing here.” "But what’s he doin yere if he’s a Yankee spy?” persisted Steve. “Seems like I’ve heard they hang spies.” “And they’ll bang him if he stays long enough! I’m thinking he’ll get all the information be can and then sneak for the north and enlist in the Y’ankee army.” “Shoo! What’s yo’r idea, lootenant?” “I think somebody ought to wait on him and give him warning to leave the town at once. If he refuses to go, I reckon we can scare up enough tar and feathers to give him a coat.” “Doggone it, lootenant, but yo’ are dead right! Yo’n the captain orter jest walk right up to him this very night!” “Well, you see,” observed Wyleaft er some hesitation, “the captain and I are very busy waiting for war news, and we have sorto’ decided to leave the matter to you boys. You’ll find he’s a Yankee spy, and you’ll probably want to use him rough, and if we were along we’d be obliged to protect him. You’d better get about a dozen of the boys to gether and {live Mr. Y’ankee a call to night. Talk right up to him and let him see that you know all about him. Perhaps he's found out all the Lincoln government wants to know and is ready to go north. If he says he’ll go, give him half an hour to pack up and walk him down to the train, which goes past at 11 o’clock.” “I see. But s’pose be says he won’t go?” “Tar and feathers, Steve—tar and feathers will make him change his mind!” “They will, fur shore, and we una will giv him tar and feathers! Yo’ ar’ sartin he’s a Yankee?” “Of course.” “Means to fight agin us?” “Of course. You are not going to flunk out, are you?” “Steve Brayton never did flunk in all his life, and he ain’t goin to begin now, but”----- “But what?” impatiently demanded Wyle, who was in a hurry to begin pro ceedings. “Seems like we orter hev some sort o’ beginnin. He un drawed up them pa pers fur me and didn’t make no charge, and I don’t want to jump in on him all of a sudden. Seems like I orter lie sort er civil and decent at fust and find out what he un’s doin or means to do.” “Steve BraytoD, I’ll scratch your name off the roll this very night! You ain’t got the sand to make a soldier!” “Shoo! Don’t yo’ be so flustrated! Hev yo’ got that roll with yo’?” “Yes.” “Good! Hand it over.” “What do you want of it?” “I’ve dun got a plan. I’ll take that paper along. I’ll git Ike Baxter, Bill Taylor, Tom Henderson and six or eight mo’, and we’ll find that Yankee. When we’ve found him, I’ll be civil and de cent ard say: ‘Folks is a-tellin that yo' un is a Yankee spy, and that yo’ un is gwine to skip out fur the north purty quick. How does yo’ un constanduate?” “What do you mean by that?” asked Wyle. “That means how does he un stand. Is he un for the south or north? If he un’s fur the south, let him put his name right down thar to be one of us. If he un’s fur the north, weuns will cum back fur tar and fer there.” “Steve, you’ve hit it—hit it plumb center!” exclaimed Wyle as he rose up to shake hands. “You’ve got the idea ex- gedy. tijaJ pager right at him! If he's for us, he’ll sign; if he's agin us, ho won't. Get your men to gether and start out right away.” “We uns will find out all about it in an hour, lootenant, and doggone my hide if I ain’t so chock full of fout that I’ve got to holler! Hip, hip, hooray! Aim low, boys, and giv’ it to ’em heavy!” CHAPTER IV. Tho average writer of fiction descrilies every southern man as wearing long, black hair, a wide brimmed hat and a fierce mustache. The southern woman is pictured as tall and stately, with black eyes and raven tresses. Marian Percy was a true child of the south, and yet she had hazel eyes, brown hair and was petite in figure. As she passed the ragged little darkies in the street they looked after her and called: “Golly me, but dar goes Miss Sun shine again!” Of sunny disposition, charitable in thought and deed, respected by all, she had dignity without haughtiness, was a queen among girls without arrogance. If every other girl of the south was ar guing for and enthusiastically applaud ing the right of secession and wearing the toy Palmetto flag, Marian was the exception. Not that the momentous events were lightly passed over, but be cause she was weighing them and pon dering deeply. Educated at the north, she had formed strong friendships and found hosts of friends. She had seen the Yankee at home, at bis worst and at his best, and she rather liked him. That a general election, such as bad been held so often before, should result in turmoil, bloodshed and separation she could not understand. Politicians defended the secession of South Caro- me, ocs Miss Sunshine ij” lina, but she was not wise enough to sift their sophistry from their constitutional arguments. The talk of a southern con federacy did not appeal to her patriot ism. Her pride and patriotism belonged to Virginia first of all. Virginia’s weal or woe was her anxiety. At 8 o’clock on the evening of the day of which we have written the widow Percy and her daughter were eagerly scanning the columns of a Richmond paper which had arrived half an hour before, when Royal Kenton was an nounced. He was received in a manner to let him know that his prcscnco was welcome, and conversation turned at once to the all important question. Aft er it had continued for a time Mrs. Percy suddenly obsetved: “Mr. Kenton, we were speaking of you this afternoon and were agreed that your position was at least embar rassing. ” ’’Which means,” he smilingly re plied, “that you have been wondering which side I would take in this con test.” Mother and daughter looked at him with considerable eagerness, but with out reply, and he continued: “No doubt I ought to be ashamed of the fact that I have lived to be 24 years of age and have taken no interest in politics. If all others were clear on this question, I could soon decide it for my self. Here we have some of the ablest men of America contending that no state is bound to the Union by any constitu tional law, while others equally wise advise war as a penalty for secession. We have no precedent to guide us. No state was forced into the Union. If the people of any one state believe that sep aration would be a benefit, bow can we deny her right to withdraw? And yet no state has a moral or legal right to imperil the welfare of the general gov ernment. ” “1 cannot speak for the south, but for Virginia only,” said the mother. “I know little of politics. I am content to leave the question to the statesmen of our state. I have no bitterness of sectional feeling.” “You are from Rhode Island, Mr. Kenton,” observed the daughter. “Yes.” “But you came here to make your home with us. The state has adopted you, so to speak.” “Yes.” “You have become a voter here. You have no intention of returning to the north?” “None whatever.” “Then you must stand on the same platform we do. You must stand by your state.” “He has doubtless given the subject serious thought,” said the mother in tones meant to gently reprimand the daughter for her eagerness. “I have indeed, ” answered Kenton, "and it seems to me that”----- At that moment a colored girl ap peared at the door and beckoned to mother and daughter in an excited way and whispered: ' “De sogers bev cum fur de Yankee, an dey’s gwine to do sunthin awful to him! Dey wants he uu to cum outdoabs right smart!” “Soldiers? What soldiers?” asked Marian. "Why, dem soldiers dat’s paradin up an down an makin sich a fuss! Dar’s ober a hundred of ’em arouu de house!” “And they want Mr.Kenton?” “Yes’m—want him right bad. I heard ’em talk ’bout tar and fedders!” Whispering to her mother to entertain their caller, the girl excused herself and passed down the hall and out at the front door. Just as she opened it Steve Brayton was reaching out to ring the bell. Behind him were a dozen or more men. “Well, what is wanted?” quietly asked Marian as Steve pulled off his hat and shifted about in a nervous way. “N-nuthin, ma’am, nuthin ’tall!” he replied as he backed off. “That is, we jest considered that we’d better call and—and”----- “Did you want to see any one here?” "Why don’t you un tell her?” ex claimed Ike Baxter as he pushed him self forward. “Waal, ma’am, we un* cum yere to see somebody,” continued Steve. “Yes, weans cum to see that Yan kee!” added Ike. ¿‘You mean Mr, Kenton?” queried Marian. “That's it! They Bay he's a Yankee spy, an^ it’s our dooty to hev a little •Golii/ X € T31K »VI til Uixlx 4 “Who says he’s a Yankee spy?” “Reckon it was Duke Wyle, ma'am, and he orter to know. He’s goin to be first lootenant of our company, yo’ know.” “And Mr. Wyle told you that Mr. Kenton was a Yankee spy, did he?’’de manded Marian as her eyes flashed and her breath came quickly. “Yes, ma’am.” “Steve Brayton, yo’ un’s a fool!” call ed a voice from the crowd—the voice of some one who knew that Wyle was a caller at the house. “He dun told me so, and it’s left fur us to find out!” continued Steve, who wanted to square himself. “And you want to question him?’ asked Marian. “As a dooty, ma’am, as a dooty to Virginny. Can’t hev no Yankee spy about yere, yo’ know. We hain't got nuthin agin him as a man, but if be un’s spyin on us that's different. Will yo’ please call him out?” “No! Three of you can come in and question him!” Steve Brayton, Ike Baxter and Tom Henderson followed her into tho house, while the others crowded up on the veranda to wait for what might happen. “Mr. Kenton, some callers to see you,” said Marian as they entered the parlor, and he rose up, with a puzzled look on his face. Steve Brayton had broken the ice and recovered from his embarrassment. He did not propose to do any talking. Kenton was either for or against. The quickest way to ascertain was to present the enlistment paper. He took it from bis pocket, extended it to the young law yer and said: “Mr. Kenton, some folks around yere ar’ talkin that yo’ un’s a Yankee spy. Will yo’ put yo’r name down on this paper?” “I will, and I’ll go with your com pany whenever it is ready to go!” was the prompt answer as he drew a pencil from his pocket and wrote his name, which was the fifty-third on the roll. Twenty minutes later Steve Brayton and his companions appeared at the hotel, where Duke Wyle was impatient ly waiting for news. “Well, Steve, is it tar and feathers?” he asked as the crowd came up the steps. “Does that look like tar and feath ers?” replied Steve as he handed out the paper and pointed to the name of Royal Kenton. “What, he volunteered in this com pany!” — “Exactly.” “Did you threaten him?” “Not a threat! Reckon we’d better make him second lootenant, eh?” But Duke Wyle did not answer. He sat and stared at the name and was dumb with amazement. The Baldwin Locomotive Works are building a 19 by 26 inch passen ger engine for the C., B. & Q., to carry 300 pounds steam pressure and have piston valves, and a trailing truck behind the drivers. It will be a simple engine and is for the pur pose of hauling a train of six cars from Chicago to Galesburg, 163 miles, in three hours, or at an average speed of 54.3 miles per hour. The grate area is to be large and the locomotive will be very powerful. This engine is the outcome of the competition between the Burlington and the Northwestern in mail and fast passenger service. Thus. F. Oakes, Henry C. Payne, Henry C. House, Receiver*. NORTHERN R LT IN X X s Pullman Sleeping’ Cars Elegant Dining Cars Tourist Sleeping Cars TO ST. PAUL __ MINNEAPOLIS DULUTH FARGO GRAND FORKS CROOKSTON WINNIPEG HELLENA and BUTTE z THROUGH TICKETS TO CHICAGO WASHINGTON PHILADELPHIA NEW YORK BOSTON AND ALL POINTS EAST and SOUTH For information, time cards, maps or tickets, call on or write C. H. FLEMING, Agent. CHAPTER V. It took three days more to enlist the MCMINNVILLE. men necessary to fill the ranks of the A.D.CHARLTON, Asst.Gen.Pas.Agt. Shenandoah guards, as "the company 265 MORRISON S t , COR 30. called itself, and while awaiting orders PORTLAND, ORECON. from Richmond an election of officers was held. Only a few of the volunteers were surprised at Royal Kenton’s en listment. They were men who had but ono political belief—state rights. They were not looking beyond it to the south ern confederacy, but had enlisted and were going to the front to fight for Vir ginia. Why shouldn't he fight for his adopted state? So argued the captain, so argued the rank and file and many citizens of the town, and, but for Duke Wyle, Kenton would have been elected second lieutenant of the company. When he saw how things were going, he called Steve Brayton aside and said: “Look here, Steve, you fellows are as for blind as young kittens. If that Yankee Bums, hadn’t signed the roll, what would have happened to him?” Caked & Inflamed Udders. “Tar and feathers and a ride on a Piles, rail!” replied Steve. “And he was sharp enough to realize Rheumatic Pains, it. He enlisted as a blind.” “Shoo! How kin he un bluff that Bruises and Strains, way?” “We are going to the front. The first Running Sores, chance begets he will desert to his side. He's playing a Yankee trick on yon, Inflammations, and you ain’t sharp enough to see it.” Stiff joints, “Doggone him, but yo’ may be right, lootenant, yo’ may be right!” Harness & Saddle Sores, “Of course I'm right! You just move about right smait and give the boys the Sciatica, tip. Don’t even elect him corporal. He’s just one o’ that sort that if begets Lumbago, any office at all he’ll want to run the whole company.” Scalds, “And we don’t propose to be run?” Blisters, “Of course not!” Steve soon turned the tide against Insect Bites, Kenton, and that without any one knowing exactly what was taking place. All Cattle Ailments, The citizens of the town were almost as much interested in the election as the All Horse Ailments, members of the company. The old law All Sheep Ailments, yer had left Kenton to settle the matter according to his own judgment. When he heard that the young man had en Penetrates Muscle, listed, he was secretly pleased, and it was his influence which made a number Membrane and Tissue of the rank and file decide on electing Kenton as third officer of the company. Quickly to the Very “I am not in the least disappointed, ” replied Royal when the result of the Seat of Pain and voting was known and the office had Ousts it in a Jiffy. gone to another. “I enlisted without thought of position and prefer the ranks Rub in Vigorously. to any place they could gi“« me. Be sides, I am a Yankee, you know, and it Mustang Liniment conquer* is only natural that there should be a Rain, little feeling in the matter.” Makes .Tan or Beast well again. There were two callers at the Percy mansion that evening. Duke Wyle came first. As previously stated,he had been a fiequent caller for a year or more. Some people had even said that there was an engagement. That was a mis take, however. Try as hard as he could, he could remember little or nothing to encourage him in believing that he was TAVERN OF a favored suitor. Neither had he the slightest reason for believing that Royal Kenton had any advantage in that re spect. It was simply the fact that he was also a visitor at the house that Opens June 1,1895 roused the spirit of jealousy and the de Geo. Schonew.ilii, Manager. sire to work mischief. His reception was cordial by both mother and daugh ter, .-nd both congratulated him on his Luxury, Good Cheer, Hospitality, elect, on as one of the company officers. Delightful and Healthful Pastimes, This paved the way for him to observe: Matchless Mountain Scenery. “I presume you have heard of the un blushing assurance of the Yankee, as all call him, in making every effoit to SWEET BRIER CAMP. be elected second lieutenant?” Established last year in a romantic dell “Do you refer to Mr. Kenton?” ‘“•’’chaerameuloCanyon,Ju« below and quickly answered Marian. ill full view of era nd old Shasta. It win a great hit, and promise, even more en- “Of course. He is the only Yankee opuraglng resulu for the present year I know of in this locality. The men T. J. Lorres, at Castella, is «till in charge and will answer all inquiries. saw through his scheme before it was too late, however.” A new candidate for public favor thia year is “Did he have a scheme?” asked Mrs. Percy. SHASTA VICINO CAMP “Most certainly, ma’am—that is, the Also in the Shasta region,about a mile and a half from Dunsmuir. It is a genuine members of the company fully believed paradise for hunters, fishers and seekers he had.” of health and pleasure. Ea.-v to reach (near the railroad), sightly, and all the “What was it?” quietly asked Ma- necessities of camp life easily procurable. riaq. All inquiries about .Shasta VicinoCamp, “Well, they all think he volunteeied if addressed to W. C. Gray, box 4, Duns- muff, Cal., will receive prompt attention. to hoodwink us, and that he will desert the first chance he gets.” CAMPING IN THE “But you don’t believe it?” SANTA CRUZ MOUNTAINS “Well, I—I—I can’t say that I do, Alma, Wrights, Laurel. Glenwood, Felton, but he leans toward the north, you Ben Izomond, Boulder Creek. know.”_ To be Continued. REDUCED RATES Mexican Mustang Liniment Ü) < Castle Crags z F 3 0 Severe griping pains of the stomach and bowels instantly and effectually stopped by DeWitt’s Colic and Cholera Cure. Rogers Bros, I- During the Camping season will be made b> the SOUTHERN PACIFIC CO. 0 For hill particulars adc ress E. P. R.OGERS, AsttGen. Pass Agent Portland, Oregon. >