0. R. & N. CO. E. McNEILL, Receiver. TO THE ________ EAST GIVES THE CHOICE OF TWO TRANSCONTINENTAL ES ¿OP y R iíh TCD 1834 BY A m CR.C an PRESS ASSOCIATION. 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. VIA VIA “Now, then,” said the leader of the SPOKANE DENVER band, "yo’ have had a powerful close call, and yo’want to remember it! Nig Minneapolis OMAHA gers have no business away from home AND AND 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 EASTERN CITIES with bis left hand by a firm grip on his collar, he used a rawhide over the old OCEAN STEAMERS 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- Or Address new»!” up!” 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 POBTLAND, OK. 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 VIA 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.” OF THE 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 killed then.” git de chance!” " Whar was dat battle?” He at first thought of resuming his Fxpres« Train« Leave Portland Daily ‘‘Near Harrisonburg.” journey toward Harrisonburg, but a mo "Dat’s a right smart step from yere, ment’s reflection convinced him that if L eave ' arrive 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. Ashland Inclusive. 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 LEAVE: ARRIVE: 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 LEAVE ARRIVE “What, is that yo,’ Uncle Ben?” Portland 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 Salem 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’.” Ben." 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 de road an atn feelin purty good. By PUL-LMKN # BUFFET 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 • SLEEPERS news.” ton.” AND “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. BETWEEN 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 TRrryrr;— Portland Ar I 6:20 P M placed a band on either shoulder and Back dar ’bout two miles a gang o' 10:15 A M I Lv McMinnville Lv 3:40 P M looked into bis eyes, “if you can bring white men stopped me an war gwine to 12,15 P M ! Ar Corvallis Lv | 1:35 P M 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 is out!” Express Train Daily, (Except Sunday.) “Hu! What I want to leave yo’ an dey giv me demoas’ powerful lickin on airth!” <:45 P M [Xv Ar 8:25 A M de missus an becum free nigger fur? Portland * ‘ Y ankee spies ?” queried Steve. “Ab, 714 P M Lv Lv 5 58 A X Reckon I wants to go to de porehouse St. Joseph McMinnville T.26 P M Ar Lv 6:40 A M 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 "Fur shore.” 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?” ville. 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!” CHURCHES B aftibt —Services Sunday 11 a. m. and me good news, and your reward shall be “He did?” 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 Prayer “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- m. Thursday. Jons B betts , Pastor. am all right.” thin to tell yo’!” said Brayton as he Marian watched him as be strode 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 bresh!” 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. her eyes, and she murmured: “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 CHAPTER XXII. 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 things tonight.” 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 SECRET ORDERS. 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 "No.” ished before his face as the gang cried vited C. H. MCKINNEY, Sec. “And he dun got shot try in to git MRS. C. W. TALMAGE, W. M. out: 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 "Slice off bis ears! ” loom In Union block. bouse?” 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. 10 to us!” Kenton.” Yamhill Lodge No. 10 D, of H meets in Union ‘ ‘ Fo ’ de Lawd, gem ’ len, but wbat ’ s ball second and fourth Friday evenings of each "Then yo’ must be keerful. Try and month. 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 block 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. utes!” 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 den attack. 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 ship Company. mountain nearly all day. One of them Lawd only knows what’s gwine to hap was wounded about an hour ago. They pen tomorrer!” STEAMSHIP “FARALLON” 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 California. 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 San Francisco: "Dat house back dar which b’longs stood her disposition. He turned off the Cabin.......................................$12.00 to Missus Percy. Mebbe yo’ knowed de road to approach the house from another Steerage.................................. 8.00 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, nigger?" 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, uews ’bout dat battle dey fout dar de know who was there, and a moment Corvallis, Or. odder 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. Yankees!” “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 satisfied the crowd that be was telliDg MCMINNVILLE, OREGON. the truth. It wouldn’t do to let him arter dat battle, Tong wid Steve Bray- IE ST. SAN Pici lì ton.” "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 up!” “And I will go back with you! God grant that his life may be spared!” FRANCISCO 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 him. ” “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!” CHAPTER XXIII. 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 Ike. “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 ter: “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 said: “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 shine!” 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 out: "May de good Lawd dun furgive me, but I had to do it fur Miss Sunshine’s sake!” 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, Uncle Ben.” 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 esca ape. • « 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 ried!” 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. CHAPTER XXIV. 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 Existence. 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. 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