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down too easily, however. The negroes
of the country were breaking over all
rules and regulations and traveling
about at night to confer with each other
and plan escapes to the Federal camps.
“Now, then,” said the leader of the
band, "yo’ have had a powerful close
call, and yo’want to remember it! Nig
gers have no business away from home
after dark. Yo’ were probably going
to Harrisonburg to give yo’self up to
ST. PAUL KANSAS CY
the Yankees, but we’ll spoil that little
game! This will do yo’ a heapof good!”
LOW HATES TO ALL
And thereupon, bolding Uncle Ben
with bis left hand by a firm grip on his
collar, he used a rawhide over the old
man’s back and legs with his right and
Leave Portland Every 6 Days
administered the first whipping of his
• • FOR • •
life. When hie arm had grown weary,
he stopped and said:
"Now, yo’ make'a beeline for home
and don’t stop to rest on the wav! If any
other prowling niggers ask yo’ about
For Aill details call on
that battle at Harrisonburg, yo’ tell
C. A. WALLACE, McMinnville, Or.
"Uncle Ben, I have heard sorrowful him yo’ was in it and got licked! Gee-
W. II HI KLHt KT,
to fall. "Captain Wyle told me he had
As the old man headed for Rest Ha
(ten. Pass. Agt.
heard that Mr. Kenton was dead—■ ven the gang of men rode in the other
killed over at Harrisonburg a day or direction. He stepped out at a lively
two ago. ”
pace until bidden by the darkness and
EAST AND SOUTH
“I shall nebber dun believe it!” be then stopped and turned to shake his
exclaimed. “Dat Mars Kenton he doan’ fist and whisper:
write no mo’, but dat bain’t ’cause he
“White man, I’ze only a pore ole nig
was dead, ft’s ’cause de poesoffis was ger, but somebody has got to bleed fur
all tnrned upsidedown.”
dis! Nobody ebber put a whip on Uncle
“But they had a battle a day or two Ben befo’ sence he was a pickaninny, an
ago, Uncle Ben, and Mr. Kenton was I’ll kill yo’ fur dat as shore as I ebber
git de chance!”
" Whar was dat battle?”
He at first thought of resuming his
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journey toward Harrisonburg, but a mo
"Dat’s a right smart step from yere, ment’s reflection convinced him that if
Portland.......... 8 50 P M | San Francisco.. 10:45 A M an we didn’t heah de guns. Mebbe dey he fell into the hands of the same party
ban Francisco.6:00 P M I Portland.............8:10 A M dun bad a battle, but dat doan’ disquali
again bis life would be in peril. He re
fy dat Mars Kenton was killed. Shoo,
Above trains stop at East Portland, Oregon City, now, honey, but doan’ yo’ believe’any alized how much disappointed Marian
would be, but he would return and re
Woodburn, Salem. Turner, Marion. Jefferson,
A lbany, A1 banyJ unction .Tangent,Sbedds, H alsey, sich story!”
port and peihaps make a new start. He
Harrisburg. Junction City, Irving, Eugene, ('res
“But I'm—I’m afraid it’B true!” Bhe had covered twomilesof the backtrack
well, Drains and all stations from Roseburg to
sobbed, bieaking down at last.
when at a turn in the road a man step
Koseburff .Hail Daily.
“See yere, chile,” said the old man ped out fiom the rocks at his left and
after a bit, with tears in his own ordered him to halt and added:
Portland......... 8:30 A M I Roseburg
5.20 P M
Eoaaburg........ 8:00 A M | Portland.......... 4.40 P M eyes, '‘yo’ jiss keep quiet till we find
“Who are yo’?”
out all about it. I'll hev dis shoe fixed
“Uncle Ben Percy.”
Salem Passenger Daily.
in ’bout 10 minutes, an den I’ll start
“What, is that yo,’ Uncle Ben?”
4:00 P M Salem....... ....•:15 P M fur Harrisonburg. When I git dar, I kin
“Fur shore, but I hain’t dun met up
.... 8 00 A M Portland
10:15 A M find out if Mars Kenton was killed.”
wid no Yankee spies, jess as I told yo’
“But it’s almost dark now, Uncle befo’.”
DININS CARS ON OGDEN ROUTE.
"Uncle Ben, don’t yo’ un know me?”
“Makes no difference, honey. I know asked the man as he came nearer. "I've
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talked with yo’ many a time in Win
dis time tomorrer I’ll be back wid de chester befo’ the war. I’m Steve Bray
“But what If you should discover
“Fo’ de Lawd! Yes, I ’member yo’r
SECOND CLASS SLEEPING CARS, that—that”-----
voice! I dun reckoned yo’ was some uio’
"Dat Mars Kenton was railly killed? of dpt crowd what was gwine ter kill
Attached to all Through Trains.
Nobody can’t diskiber what hain’t so, me!”
fWeet Side Division.
PORTLAND AND CORVALLIS kin dey? I’ze gwine ober dar jest to
“Hev yo’ jnet up with anybody?”
"De Lawd furgive me, but I has I
Mail Train Daily, (Except Sunday.) prove dat he wasn’t dun killed.”
‘‘Uncle Ben,” said Marian as she
Ar I 6:20 P M placed a band on either shoulder and Back dar ’bout two miles a gang o'
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looked into bis eyes, “if you can bring white men stopped me an war gwine to
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me news that Mr. Kenton is alive, I’ll shute me dead an cut my froat! Dey
At Albany and Corvallis connect with make you a free man before the week said I had sawn some Yankee spies, an
trains of Or. Central & Eastern Ry.
bekase I dun hadn’t seen nobody 'tall
Express Train Daily, (Except Sunday.)
“Hu! What I want to leave yo’ an dey giv me demoas’ powerful lickin on
<:45 P M [Xv
Ar 8:25 A M de missus an becum free nigger fur?
* ‘ Y ankee spies ?” queried Steve. “Ab,
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Lv 5 58 A X Reckon I wants to go to de porehouse
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or jail? Hain’t I hilus bin like one o’ I understand! And are yo’ with the
Percy fam’ly, Uncle Ben?”
Through Ticket* to all points in Eastern de family? Could de family git along
States. Canada and Europe can be obtained at widout Uncle Ben? Whar would yo’
lowest rates from G. A. Wilcox. Agent, McMinn be right now but fur me?”
“Do they uns live nigh yere?”
E. P. ROGERS,
" ’Bout a mile away, sah.”
‘‘That’s true, Uncle Ben. You were
Asst. G. F. & P A., Portland, Or.
"And whar war yo’ goin when yo’
R. KOEHLER. Manager
born on the place, and you know how
met up with that crowd?”
much we all think of you. It would
"I’d duu started fur Harrisonburg to
break our nearts to have you go, slave git news ’bout dat big battle. Dat
LOCAL DIRECTORY though you are and always have been Cap’an Wyle he was long yere today an
In the eyes of the law. But you shall told Miss Sunshine dat Mars Kenton
be rewarded, Uncle Ben. Only bring was killed ober dar!”
B aftibt —Services Sunday 11 a. m. and me good news, and your reward shall be
7:30 p. m ; Sunday school 0:50 a m.; the great!"
“Yes, sah, an den Miss Sunshine cum
young people’s sooiety 6:15 p m
“Hush up dat noi6e, honey!” he chid out to me wid her face as white as snow
meeting Thursday 7:30 p. m. Covenant
ed as he made ready to depart. “If an tears In her eyes an a big lump in
meeting first Sat each month 2:00 p. m.
yo’ll let de ole man lib right on in de her froat, an when I seed how powerful
E. B. Pace, Pastor.
family, dat’ll be reward 'nuff. I’ll she felt I dun said I would go an find
M itbodist EriscorAL—Services every
Sabbath 11 00 a. m. and 7:30 p. tu. Sunday be back by foah o’clock tomorrer, and out dat Mars Kenton was all right.”
I’ll bring yo’ de news dat Mars Kenton
school 0:30 a m. Prayer meeting 7:00 p
“See yere, Uncle Ben, I’ve got sun-
Jons B betts , Pastor.
am all right.”
thin to tell yo’!” said Brayton as he
C l m b . P bebbi TKBiAir— Services every Sab
drew him out of the road. “Mars Ken
bath 11 ;00 a tn and 7:30 p. m. Sunday bravely down the frozen highway and ton is up yere among the rocks and
school 9:30 a. m. Y. P. C. E.. Sunday 6:30 vanished into the dusk of evening, and
p. in. Prayer meeting Thursday, 7:30 p. m.
as she turned away fresh tears came to
“Fo’ de Lawd!”
E E. T hompson , Pastor.
“That gang was after the two of us,
C hristian —Preaching at 11 a. m. and at
“Brave and unselfish old slave! God though we are not Yankee spies. Mars
7 30 p. nt on the first and third Sundays;
on the second and fourth Sundays at 7:30 grant that he may bring a message to Kenton was badly wounded jest befo’
until further notice
At Carlton on sec relieve my anxieties!”
dark, and I had to cairy he un on my
ond and fourth Sundays at 11 a. tn., and
back fur a couple of miles. Uncle Ben,
Saturday evening before at 7:30. At No. 8
at 3 p. nt on second and fourth Sundays.
yo’ must go to the house and git blan
While Uncle Ben was slowly progress kets and bandages and sunthin fur us
J ames C ampbell , V. V. M.. Pastor
S t . J ames E piscopal C hurch —Lay-Ser ing along the frozen and slippery high to eat. Yo’ must also bring that gal
vices every Sunday at 11 o’clock a. m.
way, and when he had reached a point yere, but not tonight. Tomorrer will
8 t . J ames C atholic —First st., between about three miles from Rest Haven, he
G and II. Sunday school 2:30 p. m. Ves suddenly encountered about a dozen do fur her, but we must hev the other
pers 7 :30. Services once a month.
men, most of whom were mounted.
T. B biody , Pastor.
“Fur de luv of heaben, but how yo’
All but one were in citizens’ dress, and do talk!” gasped the old man. "Den
he at first supposed them to be farmers. Mars Kenton he wasn’t killed at Har
K nowles C hapter No, 12, O. E S.—Meets el They rushed upon the old man with a
Muonic ball the '2d and 4th Monday evening shout, and pistols and knives were flour risonburg?”
In each month. Visiting members cordially in
ished before his face as the gang cried
C. H. MCKINNEY, Sec.
“And he dun got shot try in to git
MRS. C. W. TALMAGE, W. M.
ober yere today?”
A. O. V. W — Charity Lodge No. 7 meets first and
“Hang him up!”
“Yes. Is Ike Baxter’s wife at the
third Fridays of each mouth, 7:30 p. m. Lodge
loom In Union block.
II C. BURNS, M W
“Build a fire and roast him if he lies
"Her am, an she dun jest hates Mars
J. D. BAKER, Beeorder.
Yamhill Lodge No. 10 D, of H meets in Union
ball second and fourth Friday evenings of each
"Then yo’ must be keerful. Try and
de matter?” asked the old man as soon see the gal alone. Tell her she must
C vstbb P ost N o . 9—Meets the second and fourth as he could get in a word.
Saturday of each month in Union hall at 7:30
send the things tonight, but not to come
“We want them two Yankees!” shout herself till tomorrer. Go now as fast as
1>. m. on second Saturday and at 10:30 a. m. on
th Saturday. All members of the order are ed three or four men in chorus.
yo’ kin. I'll be waitin fur yo’ right
cordially Invited to attend our meetings.
"W-what Yankees? I nebber dun yere on this spot. Hold on a minit. Hev
J. B. S tilwell , Commander.
B. F. CLVBIKB, Adjt.
seen a Yankee sence dat big army went yo’ got a gun at the house?”
W. C. T. U.—Meets on every Fri by de bouse on hors’back!”
“Yes, a double bar’l’d shotgun.”
day at 3 p. m. in reading room, Union
‘‘Yo’ lie, yo’ old black faced devil!”
"Then bring it back with yo’, and
C lara G. E sbon , Pres.
said the leader as he got off his horse powder and shot and caps. If we hev a
J innib G allxntinx , Sec'y
and seized Uncle Ben by the collar. fout yere, it will be at clus range, and
“Now, then, tell us where they are hid buckshot will be better’n bullets.”
ing! Don’t pretend to us that yo’ have
“Fo’ de Lawd!” muttered the old
not seen ’em, for we know better! Out man as he setoff at bis best pace. "Dat
with it now, or yo’ won’t live two min Cap’an Wyle he lie to Miss Sunshine.
Den Miss Sunshine wants me to go to
"What yo’ mean?” asked the old Harrisonburg. Deni meet up wid some
man, who was badly upset over the sud gorillas an git switched till I smart like
YAQUINA BAY ROUTE
pepper. Den I start fur home an meet
Connecting at Yuqulna Bay with the San
"We mean just this: We’ve been fol dat Steve Brayton an find out dat Mars
Francisco and Yaquina Bay Steam
lowing two Yankee spies along the Kenton hain’t dead but hurted, an de
mountain nearly all day. One of them Lawd only knows what’s gwine to hap
was wounded about an hour ago. They pen tomorrer!”
were headed this way, and yo’ must
The invalid mother had fallen into a
A 1, and first-class in every respect. have met them and know where they light sleep, and Marian sat thinking.
Sails from Yaquina for San Francisco now are. Did they send yo’ for a doc She and Mrs. Baxter had taken turns at
about every eight day9. Passenger ac tor?”
watching with the sick, and this was
commodations unsurpassed. Shortest
"Nebber, sah, nebber! I tole yo’ de her night, while the other had gone to
route between the Willamette valley and troof. I nebber did meet up wid nobody the help's quarters. Uncle Ben need
sence I started from de house!”
not have been cautioned about Mrs. Bax
Fare from Albany or points west to
"From what house?”
ter, as he felt that he thoroughly under
"Dat house back dar which b’longs stood her disposition. He turned off the
to Missus Percy. Mebbe yo’ knowed de road to approach the house from another
Percys of Winchester?"
direction, and so softly did he draw
Cabin, round trip, good 60 days 18.00
“The Percys, eh? Are you a Percy near that the first warning Marian bad
For sailing dates apply to,
of his presence was a tapping on the
"Yes, sah, an de only one dat’s left.” window pane. He pressed hia old black
H. L. WALDEN,
"And where were you going?”
Agent, Albany, Or.
“Down to Harrisonburg, sah, to git face against the glass that she might
EDWIN STONE, Manager,
’bout dat battle dey fout dar de know who was there, and a moment
day. I hain’t seed a single pus- later she stood outside the door with a
CHA8. CLARK, Supt,. Corvallis, Or.
son on de road, an if yo’ was to kill me shawl thrown over her head.
"You are back, Uncle Ben—what’s
I dun couldn’t tell yo’ nuffin bout no
the matter?” she asked.
“Heaps de mattah, Miss Sunshine,
ARTHUR J. VIAL, M. D.
They had looked upon it as just a
chance that Uncle Beu had encountered heaps. I dun met up wid mo’ dan fo’ty
the men they were after, and their vig bushels o' trubble! I’ze news fur yo’l”
Physieian and Surgeon, orous measures were intended to fright “You—you met some one who told
en the information out of him. While you about Mr. Kenton?”
“Fur shore! Dat Cap’an Wyle lie to
ROOMS IN UNION BLOCK
he was trembling and afraid, his tones
yo’! Mars KeDton be dun git away
the truth. It wouldn’t do to let him arter dat battle, Tong wid Steve Bray-
"Thank God!” she whispered as she
raised her clasped hands to the bright
stars in the winter sky.
"But dar's trubble. Miss Sunshine—
heaps o' trubble! Dey was try in to git
ober yere when some gorillas reckoned
dey was Yankee spies an dun shotted
Mars Kenton. He hain’t dead, but he’s
bad hurt, an he's lyin in the bresh an
rocks down yere 'bout a mile. I met
dat Steve Brayton, an he dun tole me
all ’bout it.”
“Royal Kenton wounded—badly hurt
and lying in the brush this winter’s
night!” moaned Marian as she grasped
Uncle Ben by tbe arm.
“Hist dar!” he cautioned. "We
mustn’t woke up de missus or dat Bax
ter woman. Now, den, yo’ be brave.
Yo’a got to be! Steve Brayton he dun
eaid I was to bring back blankets an
bandages an sunthin to eat. We must
step around mighty softly an pick 'em
“And I will go back with you! God
grant that his life may be spared!”
The Shasta Route
nu ♦ œ ■ compas
Oregon Central & Eastern
R. R. Co.
"Hush, chile! Yo’ can’t go wid me
tonight, but tomorrer. Dat’s what Steve
Brayton dun said. When I git back
dar, I'll see Mars Kenton wid my own
eyes, an I’ll tell him all ’bout yo, an
I’ll stay right dar all night an nuss
“Oh, Uncle Ben, but I feel that I
must go to him”-----
"Hush! Yo’ jess git all dem fiugs
what I spoke of packed up fur me as
quick as yo' kin an let me go back! If
yo’ want dem gorillas to finish Mars
Kenton, yo’ jest make a fuse so dat
Mrs. Baxter will open dem big ears o’
hern an find out de news!”
As was stated in a previous chapter,
Captain Wyle’s company, along with
others, had been returned to the valley
and placed under the orders of General
Imboden. Ike Baxter and the others
captnred at Kernstown had rejoined tl_j
company when exchanged. Ike felt
more than ever that Royal Kenton was
an enemy be must get rid of, and Cap
tain Wyle encouraged this feeliDg in
various ways, though never openly and
directly committing himself. On two
occasions Ike had been granted leave of
absence to visit his wife. Both times
be had met her secretly.
The spirit which animated this ham-
ble twain will surprise only those who
have never encountered tbe "poor
whites” of the south. Nine out of ten
of the bloody and long continued feuds
we read of in southern communities
begin among tbe poor and ignorant.
Tbe cause is generally of trifling char
acter. The “poor white” may be hum
bled by the law, but outside of the
courtroom bo bates with an intensity
hard to realize. He is persistent, cun
ning, merciless. Ike Baxter had never
had an ambition in bis life up to the
hour he enlisted. He could barely read
and write, was naturally lazy and in
different and felt no pride in anything
except the fact that be was ‘ ‘ better than
a nigger.” When he found that cor
porals and sergeants were looked up to
and respected, there came a queer feel
ing in his heart. He could not credit
it at first, bnt Captain Wyle aided him
in his mental struggle. The day came
when Ike bad an ambition and a burn
ing desire. It was to be a corporal or
sergeant. In his wild dreams of glory
be did not stop there. He determined
to go higher and become a lieutenant or
captain. As soon as be was given to
understand that Royal Kenton stood in
his way it was but natural with one of
his nature to determine to remove the
obstacle by any means possible.
Before the war the “Yankee,” both
as a man and as the representative of a
section of the republic, had few friends
in the south. He was supposed to be
hostile to ell southern "institutions. ”
The more ignorant the southerner the
more heartily he hated and despised the
citizen of the north. He believed what
the fire eating politicians pretended to
believe and often asserted. The John
Brown raid upon slavery in Virginia
and the events in "Bleeding Kansas”
served to intensify the sectional hate of
the “poor whites.” Thus it was that
Ike Baxter, picking op his crumbs of
history and his bits of information on
current events at the doors of the livery
stable or around the stove of the bar
room, was something of a local cham
pion in the matter of Yankee hating. If
Kenton had not stood between him and
military glory, he would still have felt
a bitterness toward bin as a man born
in the north. Uncle Ben's cautious ap
proach to the house on this night had
reference only to Mrs. Baxter. There
was another man stealing through the
darkness and making a noiseless ap
proach at the same time—Ike Baxter.
Neither Uncle Ben nor Marian Percy
caught a sight of him. but he noticed
their every movement and drew his own
conclusions. The gun which tbe old
man had been told to secure was in his
room in tbe little house. He had de
parted from Rest Haven without being
seen or his absence noted by the wom
an, but his return aroused her, and her
sharp eyes were upon him as he carried
away the firearm and loaded himself
with the bundles Marian had prepared
and brought to the door. Bhe was dress
ing to follow him as he disappeared
down the highway, having a dim sus
picion of the state of affairs, when Ike
knocked at her window and was admit
ted. In less than a minute he had re
lated what he saw outside, and she bad
told him of Uncle Ben taking the gun.
"Whar’s he un bound fur?” queried
“Dunno, but soothin'« happened sum-
whar! Yo’ most foller him I”
“Has that Yankee bin yere?”
"No, bat the gal's beam news, fur
-shore! Reckon he un may be lyin out
around yere sumwbar, and the nigger’s
takin out stuff to him! Git right arter
he on. Ike, and if yo’ find the Yankee
go’n tell Captain Wyle and hev him
com with hia critter company!”
“I’ll do better’n that!” grimly re
plied the man as he stepped out into
the night. "If I find that Yankee around
yere, I’ll put a bullet into him fust and
tell Captain Wyle next!”
Uncle Ben had only a few hondred
yards the start, and the man on his
trail soon lessened the distance until he
could hear the old man’s footsteps and
make out a shadowy form through the
darkness. There seemed nothing more
certain than that he would follow on
and uncover the hiding place of the fu
gitives. For nearly three-quarters of a
mile the slave messenger had but one
idea—to return to Steve Brayton as fast
as possible. He was hurrying along
when a sudden thought flashed through
his brain, and he instinctively stepped
aside and halted to listen.
“How do I know but what dat wom
an dun heard me git de gun an is fol
ien n me!" he whispered to himself.
“She’d do it! She's powerful wicked,
she am! An mebbe some mo’ of dem
gorillas am waitin long yere to grab me
an giv me anodder whippin!”
He was listening as well as whisper
ing, and after a minute he heard the
sounds of footsteps coming down the
road. He drew back into the deeper
shadow of the high bank, dropped his
bundles, and taking a firm grip of bis
gun he mentally resolved to make a
fight for it if he was overhauled by the
same crowd as before. A few seconds
later he realized that only one person
was approaching. The footfalls were
too heavy for a woman. He had just
decided this point when a man loomed
up in the darkness before him and halt
ed almost within arm's length to mut
“Drat my hide, but has that ole nig
ger left the road an giv me the slip? I
heard he un only a minit ago, but him’a
dun gone now!”
It was Ike Baxter of course. He stood
peering and listening for half a minute
and then growled:
“I orter hev run he un right down
an made him show me the way! Now
the cussed Yankee may git away from
me! No, he won't though! I’ll bunt
over every foot of this country but what
I’ll find him an hev his scalp!”
Uncle Ben did not recognize the man
at all, as it had been many months
since he bad heard Ike Baxter's voice.
It was instantly plain to him. however,
that the man was a determined enemy
and was seeking Royal Kenton’s life.
Ike took three or four steps forward and
stopped again to listen. Noiselessly
and with such a feeling as be had never
experienced before Uncle Ben clubbed
his gun, took one silent step forward
was comforted in one direction she was
frightened in another. If Kenton and
Brayton had been followed ever the
mountains and blood had been shed,
would the pursuit cease until they had
been hunted down? If the man whom
Uncle Ben bad struck down in the dark
ness was Ike Baxter, wouldn’t bis in
formation bring Captain Wyle and his
company iDto tbe neighborhood at once?
Provided it was uot Ike Baxter at all, it
certainly was an enemy of some sort,
who would demand revenge. The out
look was indeed an anxious one, but
they could only wait and hope.
It was well for the mother that she
was too ill to realize that anything un-
usual was happening. The doctor had
exercised hie skill to no benefit, and
though permitting Marian to hope that
a favorable change might occur he re
alized that the chances of recovery were
veiy remote. All that long night she
lay as one sleeping heavily, and but for
the many distractions the daughter
would have noticed that tbe change was
for the worse.
Neither Marian nor Uncle Ben bad
reason to suspect that Mrs. Baxter nad
seen or heard anything that night, but
she must soon know all. The girl bad
determined that Kenton should be
brought to the house and cared for. The
thought of bis rude shelter, wounded
and suffering as he was on that cold
winter’s night, almost drove her wild.
It was hardly 7 o’clock in the morning,
and she bad simply tasted breakfast,
when she went out to Uncle Ben and
“I am ready to go and can’t wait an
other minute. We will take some more
provisions, but I shall have Mr. Kenton
brought to the house.”
"What about dat woman?” he asked.
"I don’t care for her. If she doesn’t
like his being here, she can go.”
“Jest look into her room, Miss Sun
The door was ajar, while the woman
herself was at the other house. There
was a bloody towel on a chair, bloody
water in a washbowl, spots of blood on
a chair and on tbe floor.
"It looks as if someone had sought to
murder her!” exclaimed Marian as she
looked about in astonishment.
To be Continued.
FORTUNE IN BLACK DIAMONDS.
Value of the Thousands of Tone of Coad at
Perth and South Amboy.
Uncle Ben clubbed his yun.
and next instant brought the heavy
stock down upon Ike’s head and felled
him to the earth. The man sank down
without a cry or groan, and after wait
ing half a minute tbe old man gasped
"May de good Lawd dun furgive me,
but I had to do it fur Miss Sunshine’s
He picked up his bundles and has
tened on and 10 minutes later was tell
ing Steve Brayton what had happened.
"Glad of it!” replied tbe latter.
“Reckon I orter go up thar and make
shore he’s dead, fur I sorter think his
name are Ike Baxter. Hain’t got no
time, though—not jest now. This way,
They passed between two great bowl
ders which had fallen from tbe bank
above, followed a ravine into the hills
for about 200 feet, and altera climb up
the right hand bank found the hiding
place among the rocks. There was a
small fire burning against a great bowl
der, and on a bed of leavesand branch
es lay Royal Kenton with a bullet
wound in the calf of the right leg. ft
was a bit of good luck for him in the
midst of adversity that tbe bullet had
passed clear through without touching
the bone. It was a painful and tem
porarily disabling wound, and he had
lost much of bis strength before the
bleeding could be checked, but he was
inclined to make light of the situation
as Brayton and Uncle Ben appeared.
The old darky knew Kenton only by
sight, but tbe sight of him lying there
in that helpless condition was a call for
him to throw himself down on his knees
and moan out:
"Fo* de Lawd an fo’ de Lawd, but
what am Miss Sunshine gwine to say an
do when she knows dat he has bin
shotted wid a dozen bombshells?”
Kenton soon made the situation plain
to him, and then as tbe two talked about
affairs at the house Steve Brayton
washed and bouudripthe wound afresh,
made up a comfortable bed, arranged
one of the blankets for a shelter and
saw that Kenton ate as well as talked.
The adventure which Uncle Ben had on
the road was felt to be another menace
to be guarded against. After leaving
tbe bouse where they bad taken break
fast and encountered the Confederate
sergeant, they had hastened up tbe side
of the mountain and headed direct for
Rest Haven. Within an hour they found
that a number of men were on their
trail, and two or three times during the
day they were obliged to hide them
selves for an hour or two. No shots
were exchanged until about 5 o'clock in
the evening, and then they were fired
upon by three men iu ambush. Kenton
was hit and fell, but he stiuggled up
and made a run of it, with Steve Bray
ton covering his retreat. Pain and loss
of blood finally brought the wounded
man down again, and he appealed to
Steve to leave him and make hie own
• « Couldn’t think of it, Yank—couldn’t
possibly play any sich dirt on a man
who has fout Tongside o’ me so often!"
was the hearty reply. "Thar was only
three of ’em when they fust popped at
us, and I'm sartin shore thar hain’t but
two now, and mebbe one o’ them is wuss
off than yo’ ar’! I hain’t been shootin
five or six times jest fur the fun of it!
If yo’ can’t walk, yo’ve got to be car
Heeding none of Kenton’s protests,the
faithful fellow got him on his back and
picked hia route through scrubs and over
rocks until be reached the spot where
Uncle Ben found them. He knew it was
within a mile or two of Rest Haven,
and he was about starting for the house
when the old man came along.
“I’ll take a trot up the road and see
how the nigger’s dead man is,” said
Steve when he could do no more for
Kenton. “It’e my everlastin opinyun
that the chap will turn out to be. Ike
Baxter, and I shan’t be overly sorry if
sich ar' the case. I’ll hev to git the
body outer the way anyhow, befo’ any
body stumbles over it.”
In tbe course of 20 minutes he reached
the spot, but no man, living or dead,
was to be found. He made a thorough
hunt, but nothing could be discovered.
Uncle Ben returned to the house at
midnight and found Marian anxiously
waiting for news. Royal Kenton had
told him what to tell her, and while she
Thousands of tons of coal are shipped
from the ports of Perth and South Am
boy, at the mouth of the Raritan river,
every month. It is loaded in vessels for
all points along the Atlantic seaboard
and many European ports. The coal
docks of the Lehigh Valley railroad at
Perth Amboy are among the largest in
the world. The docks of the Pennsyl
vania railroad »t South Amboy are
nearly as large in shipping capacity.
In connection with the handling of
such immense quantities of coal one of
the most troublesome problems for the
railroad companies is to keep their roll
ing stock in constant motion. It is con
sidered a loss of revenue for a car to re
main several days at a given point, and
everything is done to facilitate the rapid
movement of the cars, both loaded and
empty. For a number of years loaded
cars were kept standing in the storage
yards of the Pennsylvania railroad at
South Amboy for weeks at a time. At
times the company was embarrassed for
want of cars to transsport the coal from
the mines. The difficulty was finally
solved about three years ago. In place
of the long string of loaded cars may
now be seen immense piles of coal.
When a train arrives from the mines,
the various kinds of coal are sorted out
and the cars drilled to the proper side
track for unloading. In close proximity
to each side track stands a large derrick
with a movable boom extending diagon
ally into the air about 80 feet. To this
boom is attached a large traveling belt,
on which are fastened large buckets. The
belt is operated by a small steam engine
in charge of the man who manipulates
the elevator. As the coal drops from the
outlet in the car it falls into the buckets
on the elevator belt and is carried to the
end of the swinging boom, where it is
dropped in the center of the pile and dis
tributed by gravity. The coal remains in
these piles until it is required for ship
ment ; then it is loaded in cars and trans
ferred to the docks.
The immense piles of coal usually
contain from 10,000 to 12,000 tons each,
and are worth from $40,000 to $50,000,
according to the market value of the
coal. It is frequently the case that there
are 12 of these piles of coal in the stor
age yard, representing a value of from
$500,000 to $600,000. It was discovered
recently that the coal rusted while in
these piles. This did not detract from
the burning qualities, but affected the
selling value. To prevent thia canvas
covers were made at a cost of $1,000
each. When the piles of coal are all
covered, the storage yard resembles a
large circus. The sight of such an im
mense quantity of coal is viewed with
astonishment by strangers, although the
residents of South Amboy are so accus
tomed to it that they never give it a sec
ond thought.—New York Telegram.
AN ANCIENT BLOCKHOUSE.
The Bouquet Redoubt the Only One In
Here in Pennsylvania we find what
is not in existence in the east or south
—one of the original blockhouses built
before the Revolution and still in a per
fect state of preservation. All the others
have disappeared. Forts Duquesne and
Pitt aro things of the past, but the re
doubt of Colonel Bouquet stands today
as it stood 130 years ago. To the Pitts
burg chapter of the Daughters of the
Revolution we are indebted for its res
toration. It has been owned by them
since 1888. Until that year the old
redoubt of Bouquet, as it is called, was
occupied as a tenant house, and within
its walls was born Pittsburg’s local his
torian, the late Neville B. Craige, Esq.
Down on "the point,” on a narrow,
dirty little street called Fort street, sur
rounded by tumbledown buildings near
ly as old as itself, is a little five sided
building of stone and brick erected by
Colonel Bouquet in 1764 as a defense
against the Indians. The lower story is
of stone and the upper of brick. In both
are perforations or loopholes, through
which the defenders could fire with
comparative safety from the enemy.
Why this redoubt was erected has
been a query to us, as but a short dis
tance away stood Fort Pitt, a work of
considerable magnitude and whose
erection cost the colony of Virginia, or
the English government, £60,000, but
the redoubt was built, as a stone slab
over the door with the legend, "1764
Coll. Bouquet,” testifies.—Philadelphia
In the Nature of
Elderly Relative (with means)—Al
fred, this young Mies Peduncle you
want to marry—what kind of a girl is
Young Man (with expectations cou
tingent on elderly relative’s last will
and testament)—Aunt Rachel, she is
the best girl alive I She plays tbe piano
beautifully, she can paint on china,
speak French like a native and—
"Plays tennis, I suppose?”
"Oh, yes; she’s a capital tennis play
‘‘Rides a bicycle?”
"To perfection. ”
"H’m! Wears bloomers?”
(Grimly)—"You had better find out
if she can cook. ”—Philadelphia Times.
A Marvel ot Art.
The casket that Nasrulla Khan pre
sented to the queen from his father, the
ameer of Afghanistan, is a marvel of
art. It is 18 inches long by 15 inches
high. It is cut from a block of lapis laz
uli, and is incrusted with large dia
monds, rubies and emeralds. From the
four top corners spring stars containing
612 brilliants. The value of the whole
is $85,000. The queen in return sent a
gold plate service and other presents of
equal value.—Philadelphia Ledger.
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HELLEN A and
m.ar Me I. y dotation».
"Sir,” said the indignant aiderman,
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for your measure I would be exposed to
the condemnation of all the good eitl
em in my ward? And that sort of
thing,” he added, lowering his voice,
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