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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1907-06-13, Page 7• *4.44. " - 3z; Copyright, 1807. by Harper & Brothers. THE WINGHAM TIMES JUNE 13, 1907. 144.1010000Ep01007-'10I10l1EQEIIQ.�� SWEET ONO IMO REVENG. Br Captals P. A. MITCHEL•, Author of "Ohattanoogs," "Chickamauga," jSto. y' IIIIVIIIIIIIIIIIIIII 8 1 t t 1 i 1?-4•-1-I-I-1»1�ri«I•�� • . • -i« 1 ««; .1..i..H.1... ',.l'.1 ••"; M7. -1•. • ie naa struck a troop or uonrederate soldiers, turned and fled. All this hap- pened so quickly that no one but Beau- mont and the three bandits had an op- portunity to take a hand in the fight. ;When there were no more guerrillas for the captain to kill, he went shyly back to Tack, who had witnessed his feat, 'looking like a schoolboy who had done 'penance for 'a fault and wanted for- givenese. But Jack turned her back OR him. When the firing began, with one bound, disguised and begrimed as 1 was, I cleared my window. When Itingold fell, I was joined by the other members of our party from the houses. Buck had blackened himself for a ne- gro, and it was he who had answered Ringold's questions. Helen and Ginger bad hidden without disguise. The peo- ple eaple of the town, one man and eight wo- men, besides children, rushed into the road. I knew well that the absence of the guerrillas was but temporary; that they would soon come down on us in a body. "We have no time to lose," I cried. "We must get away at once." "Where?" "Anywhere." Turning to the townspeople, I asked if they could furnish a conveyance. "I've a horse and wagon in my shed," said the smith. "Out with it, quick!" Every one of us took a hand in bar - messing the team, and in three minutes by the clock we had finished. Then we all tumbled in, except Jack, who declared she would never leave her friend, Captain Ringold. There was •no time to bandy words, so I took her up and tossed her into the wagon, where she fell in a heap. Rising or her knees, she shook her clinched dsi :at me and cried to the wounded guer- rilla that she would come back to him as soon as she could get away. Mean- while the blacksmith was driving us .clown the road, belaboring his horse with the stump of an old whip. CHAPTER XKI. A STERN CHASE. STRAIGHT•road lay before us to Decherd, a few miles dis- tant. The place was of too great importance for the guer- rillas to dare enter, and if we could reach it before they could catch us we should be safe. "How much is your horse worth?" I .asked the blacksmith. "A matter o' saxty dollars." "If you kill him by hard driving, I'll give you a hundred, and if you get us to Decherd before the outlaws can catch us I'll make it a hundred more." "Weer, noo, 1 don't want to be hard on a mon flyin for his life and wimmen folk too. I'll do the best I can and ask mo money." With that be belabored the poor horse's flanks with the stump of his whip and sent him galloping onward. There *ere no springs to the wagon, but we valued our lives too well to •draw rein at rut or stone.. At one part of the road I feared that if we did not check our pace we would break a ,wheel and be left with no means to get on save our legs. I cautioned the driver to slacken his pace; but, hearing or fancying he heard the clattering ot horses' hoofs behind, without a ward from me he applied the lash. Now we bounded into the air and now we were tossed together like dice in a boa. "Git oop, ye critter!" cried the black- smith, mingling Scotch and Tennessee. "Don't ye know ye're graggin bonny Teddies flyin for their lives?" And down came the butt of the whip. It was harrowing to see a horse forced to give his life to save ours, but our situ- ation was too critical to warrant any slackening of speed. Jack, who of all lour force was usually most frightened at danger ahead and would fight it most vigorously when face to face with It, for once acted in reverse at seeing the poor brute making leaps that were killing him. Threatened With Bright's Disease This case well illustrates the way in which kidney diseases of the most serious form are developed from derangements of the liver. Mr. John Wilson, 918 Esplanade ave- nue, Montreal, Que., writes:—" Last Feb- ruary I was taken siert and had to have the doctor, who said that my ailment was a disordered liver. A few weeks after completing his treattnent I began to notice symptoms of kidney disease. The urine took on a reddish appearance and t 'continued to get worse, until there were brick dust deposits, and then I knew that the kidneys were seriously affected, and that I was threatened with Bright's disease: "I obtained some of Dr. Chase's Kid- ney -Liver Pills, and as a result of this treatment was completely cured. My Water became a natural color, and ie atilt so. The cure was thorough and lasting," Dr. Chase's Kidney -Liver Pills, one pill a dose, 25 cents a box, at all dealers, or Edtnarlson, Dates Is Co., Toronto. "Stop beating that horse, you brute," she cried, "or I'll beat you 1" And she sprang forward to seize the whip, I caught her in my arms. She looked up into my face and burst into tears. Whether it was wholly sympathy or overstrained nerves 1 did not know; probably both. At any rate, I protect- ed her from the jolting by keeping her in my arms, while she hid her face so that she could not see the suffering horse. "Jack," said Buck, "you're nothin but a baby." "Shut up, yo' little nigger!" she cried. I could not repress a smile at the re- tort, seeing which, Jack realized the absurdity of it all and broke into a laugh, while the tears continued to run down her cheeks. "Won't yo' let me support yo' against the jolting?" asked Captain Beaumont ruefully. "Yo'?" Do yo' suppose I'd let yo' touch me? Yo' shot my best friend." "Do yo! dislike me fo' shooting a robber?" asked her admirer sadly. "I hate yo'." Beaumont settled down in a corner of the wagon in despondency. After awhile Jack slid down beside him, whereupon he suddenly lighted up and took ns much interest In our flight as any one of the party. We were a wild looking load to the few people who passed us. Whenever we saw a farm wagon coming or going we would shout to its driver to get out of the way, They must have supposed our horse to be a runaway, for every one quickly turned aside. There are pictures of that ride which I can see today, so vividly were they stamped on my memory. An old man with his hands en the handle,of bis plow gaped tiri•ough Iron rimmed spectacles, a wo- man in a check gown and sunbonnet stopped trimming plants in her gar- den and stood with the shears in her hand to gape at us as if we were a party of witches who had lit on the earth from the moon and were making eeadv to take to the sky again. Ne- groes, cnlluren, country lads, raced the road as we passed and stood wonder stricken till we were out of sight. Coming to a rise in the ground where we could look to our rear for perhaps a mile, we were terror stricken to see a man shoot around a bend in the road at a gallop. In a moment another follow- ed. We could not see if there were any more, for we passed over the sum- mit. Not far below a milestone told _ us that it was one mile to Decherd. "One mile to their two. Can we not do it, driver?" I asked quickly. The only answer was another "Git cop!" and renewed hammering on the horse's rump. The eyes of all were strained to the rear, watching to see just what chance there was from time to time between life and death, while I examined the carbines, which we had taken care to bring with us, to discov- er if they were in good condition. At every rise we could see either one or more men coming like the wind. They IVe could see either one or more men com- ing like the wind. had evidently caught sight of us and were straining every nerve to catch us before we reached Decherd. I told the blacksmith to lay it on hard, well knowing that between us and, our pur- suers was only the life of his horse. He was raising his whip when the horse stumbled and fell, pitching most of us out of the wagon, fortunately on soft ground. Getting up and running to the prostrate animal, I found him stone dead. We were still a quarter of a mile from the town, and the guerrillas would be on us in a jiffy. Calling to the others to help, I turned the wagon across the road and directed all to take position behind it. Distributing the guns, we waited the coming of the ad- vance of our enemies. Three men, pret- ty near together, catching sight of us, drew rein and waited for their com- rades. Others soon came up, and I counted seven melt preparing to charge us. I was about to give an order as to the firing when l heard an exclamation from Ginger: "Bress de Ladwdl" Turning, I saw d troop of cavalry carrying the stare and stripes riding leisurely Prom the town. I fired a shot to attract their attention. Suddenly they seemed to take in the Situation. Y heard the sharp word of command and saw them coming at a gallop. Glancing at the guerrillas, I saw them vanishing in the distance. "Saved!" I cried. "De bressed Lawd be t'ankedi" shout- ed Ginger. "Got darn It," said Buck, "ef I'd 'a' had a shot I'd 'a' plunked one of'cm!" "By Jove," retpparked Beaumont, star Ing at the approaching troopers, "I'm a prisoner!" There was a puff of smoke among the retreating guerrillas, the crack of a carbine, and Jack fell into Helen's arms. Never was the pleasure of bard earn- ed success more cruelly dashed at the moment of triumph. We bad fought these fiends off for days, we had es- caped from them to a coveted protec- tion, and now, at the last moment, they had struck us severely. Jaqueline lay on the grass, her bead and shoulders resting on Helen's arm, who stanched the blood which flowed from a wound 111 her side. I bent over her with a groan. Captain Beaumont for a mo- ment seemed fired to chase the man wlio had shot her. then joined those about the wounded girl, muttering im- precations on the guerrillas and in- coherently begging us to save his little Jaqueline. "A. surgeon!" I cried to the troopers, who were sitting on their horses look- ing on. "Some one go for a surgeon." "Ride quick!" said the captain in cotnmaud, turning to the man nearest' him, "and bring a doctor and a con- veyance from the town." Then to an officer: "Lieutenant, follow those men, and don't come back till you have cap- tured every one of them. Take 20 men with the best horses. With fresh mounts you cau run them all down." A man dashed off toward the town and 20 more after the retreating guer- rillas. Jack lay with her head on Helen's shoulder, her eyes closed, her face white as a cloth, we all about her, dreading every moment that the life- blood would run otit. Presently she' opened her eyes, looked about her, then fainted away. "Orn, my God!" cried Beaumont, "she's gone!" "Keep off," cried Helen, "and give her air." "Jack," cried Buck. terrified at her ghastly appearance, "wake up!" I, with a soldier's knowledge of the thirst of a wounded person, dashed away in a hunt for water. 1 found a well in a yard on the outskirts of the town and, drawing the staple to the ebain that held a tin cup, brought a plentiful supply. Helen was still sup- porting her cousin. Buck was striding about nervously, with his hands thrust down into bis pockets, while Captain Beaumont was kneeling, his eyes peer- ing into Jack's as though by his gaze he would hold the life that he dreaded was ebbing away. I sprinkled water in her face, and she opened her eyes, looking about her as if unable to under- ttaud her surroundings. "What's the matter?" Curiously enough, the words were the same as those I had first heard her ut- ter when, wounded, I reclined on a sofa at her home. "You're hurt, Jack," said Helen. "Am I going to die?" "Oh, no, dear. I hope not" "Don't die," said Beaumont in a bro- ken voice. "Don't leave me. I couldn't bear it." She looked up into his face sadly. "I have been a bad girl' to yo', captain, Forgive ipe." "Forgive you? I love even your harsh Words." "Oh, Helen," she said, "I hope I won't die!" "You won't, surely, Jack." "Because if I do I can't dance any mo' fo' the colored people. Who'll look out fo' 'em, Helen? Papa's away, and no one else cares fo' 'em as he and I do." "They'll have you with them for many a year, Tack." An open wagon appeared In the road and drove up beside us. A doctor with a satchel in his hand got down and ap- proached Jaqueline. Making a hasty examination of the wound, he ban- daged it, then told us to lift her into the vehicle. The seats, except the front one, had been removed and their cush- ions placed on the bottom. Some of the cavalrymen tossed in their blan- You have heard of biscuits—and read of biscuits—and eaten biscuits— but you don't know biscuits—until you try Mooney's Perfection Cream Sodas. They are everything that th6 ideal biscuits should be. 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I determined to join my command at once. IIaving been assured that Jack's wound would not prove fatal, I ar- ranged for the transportation of the party as soon as she could be moved, then gathered my little force in her room and announced my intended de- parture. "I must now bid farewell," I said, "to my little army, every one of whom has become dearer to me than life." "Like General George Washington," said Buck, "sayin farewell to his ossi- fers. There is a picture of it in my American school history." "Goo(by, Buck. Remember to get a book and pencil and break yourself of the habit of saying bad words."' "I will, by thunder!" • "Goodby, little girl," I said to Jack, bending down and kissing her on the forehead. "Where yo' going?" "I? Oh, I'm going away," Helen's eyes were gleaming. "Where are you going?" she asked, repeating Jack's question, though in a different tone. I had managed to keep my connection with the Union army thus far a secret. Now I knew there was no need to keel It longer. "To the Federal army, where I :,.. long." The mute agony on Helen's face what my disclosure had cost her. tending my arms, 1 cried one w es7 "Sweetheart!" "Renegade!" she hissed. "Helen, dear love, hear me." She turned her back upon me and swept out of the room. "i like yo' ef yo' are a Yankee," Jack cried after me. I left tbe hotel. my brain in a tumult. Coming up the road was a little knot of troopers surrounding the guerrillas wbom they diad run down and captur- ed. A few hours ago I would have cried out with delight. Now they were no more to me than if 1 saw them in a dream. CIIAPTER TXII. HUNTING BIG GA1; t. T was the morning of the llth of April. 1302. I was nearing the spot I occupied at the opening of my story, where the bushwhacker bad sought to -kill me, though •then I was alone, while now I was with an advancing army. Five hundred caval- ry, a division '4f infantry and several batteries of artillery were burrying down the road toward the beautiful city of Huntsville, lying, tranquil and unsuspecting, a few miles below. The upper edge of the sun was peering above the horizon, gilding the crest of the foothills of the plateau on the east, the tree tops and the roofs of the neigh- boring houses. The flowers, which a fortnight before were opening, were now in full bloom. They looked inno- cently from the gardens beside the road, they leaned lovingly against the pillars of the verandas, and from vines trailing over casements they smiled at the rising sun, while the breath of morning was laden with their perfume. 1t was the general's purpose to sur- prise the city. capture the railroad ma- chine shops and the rolling stock con- centrated there, then make up trains laden with troops, seize a hundred miles of the nlemphis and Charleston railroad on either band, thus opening communication with tbe army at Pitts- burg Landing on the west and paving the way for future operations in east Tennessee on the east. The enemy must not be given time to move troops to protect the city, for even should we defeat them they would destroy the shops and run off the rolling stock. A11 depended on celerity and secrecy. The evening before we had bivouack- ed ten miles north of the city. Our scouts permitted no one to go south of us, enfolding all they met in order that no news of our approach could reach the place we hoped to surprise. Two hours before dawn the command was aroused—not by the fife or the bugle, but by whispering officers — and the march was resumed with no sound save the trend of men and horses and the rnmble of artillery. Within a few miles of the city detachments of mount- ed men, armed with telegraph cutting .and track tearing impletnents, dashed to the left and to the right to prevent tbe enemy from sending for troops or running off the rolling stock. To an- other detachment which rode among the advance columns was assigned the duty of seizing the telegraph office. Boom! Hark, a gun! It homes from the east- ward, not half a mile distant, where the railroad runs parallel with the pike. Ar' i d ivin back a loco- motive. Artillery s r g motive. The iron monster shrieks Iike some wild beast that has met its death 'wound. ' Boom! .. More whistles all along the track far down to the south. varying in distinct- ness frons a near, loud cry to a distant, faintmoan,[ This is tinehunting— stalking locomotives with cannon. Did any South African sportsman ever StL1ke such game or hunt with such guns? Boom, boom, boom! Far and near the shotted guns speak; far and near the metal monster's cry out in terror. Boom! All are bagged, except one more dar- ing than the rest, which runs the gant- let of artillery and with a round shot flying through its cab speeds out of range. Meanwhile sashes in the houses along the road are being raised, shutters flung open and heads put out to learn the cause of the commotion. As guns boom, whistles shriek end cavalry clat- ter along the road, followed by men rapidly marching and artillery horses briskly dragging the guns, many a citizen who the night before had gone to sleep not dreaming of a foe looks upon the passing armed throng, tens to the sound of the cannon and the shrieks of the engines and wonders if pandemonium has come. I am drawing near the Stanfortbs'. There is the house, with its broad ve- randas and its peak roof. A knot of peo- ple are at the front gate, but I am yet too far to see who they are. Now I can distinguish the turbaned Lib. There is a boy perched on one of the gate posts. It is Buck. That girl, tall and slender, is surely Helen. As I draw nearer hcan see Ginger, his broad mouth stretched in a grin of pleasure at sight of Yankee troops. A figure is sitting in a wicker chair on the veran- da, dark eyes flashing in a pale face. It is Jaqueliue. Riding up to the gate. I am out of my saddle almost before my horse has stopped. -Buck gives a cry and jumps into my arms. Ginger grasps my hand. "By jingo, Mr. Brandystone," cried Buck, "I'm mighty glad to see your 07�G. "Ours', 't's Bond fo' de cues t' see yo'," In- terrupted Ginger enthusiastically. Since I got back after fightin g'rillas like"— "Mars', 't's good fo' de eyes t' see yo'," interrupted Ginger enthusiastical- ly. "After fightin g'rillas like a man"— "What! Mr. Branderstane and in the uniform of a Federal officer!" It was Mr. Stanforth. Ile looked at me, surprised, then put out his hand. But I always suspected the old man to be at heart a Unionist. Buck kept on. "After fightin g'rillas like a man I come back"— "Upon my word!" Another of the family was express- ing surprise to see a former guest with the Union troops. Mrs. Stanforth look- ed pained, but she had nursed me when I was suffering, and her motherly feel- ings got the better of her prejudices. I took her hand, and she did not with- draw it. "I say, Mr. Brandystone," Buck now fairly shouted, "after fightin g'rillas like a man I come back hyar to be fol- lered roun' by that doggone old Lib!" It was out at last, and the boy looked relieved. I broke away and, advancing toward Helen, put out my hand. She turned away from me with con- tempt. Fortunately at that moment I espied little Ethel Iooking at me wistfully and, taking her up, hid my face and my anguish in her tresses. Then, look- ing up, I saw that Jack was waiting for me, and, going upon the veranda, I took both her bands in mine. "Yo're the only Yankee in the world I want to see," she said enthusiastical- ly. "Golly!" cried Buck behind me. Turn- ing, I saw what had surprised him— the guerrillas riding by as prisoners. They had been conducted to Shelby- ville by the company of cavalry which had captured them and were now a part of the procession of men and horses hurrying by. Captain Ringold looked un at us with a melancholy stare. He caught sight of Jack, and I shall remember to my dying day the sad took 1n nis'eyes as they rested for a moment upon hers. The advancing army moved rapidly on and was soon a mingled mass of guns and horses in the distance. The sun touched bayonets and flags flashed for an instant, then were lost in a turn' in the road. The region which had so suddenly been enlivened relapsed into the (itllet of the country. Jaqueline begged me to go igto the heuse. I declined. Mr. Stanforth add- ed his invitation. "Thank you, Mr. Stanforth, but I must rejoin my regiment at once. This is no time for me to be absent" "You shall come in long enough to drink one glass of wino to show that you are our friend." I saw that he would be not only hurt, but, with his strong southern impulse, angered if I refused, and I reluctantly consented to spare a few minutes to liledge eny for., mer host. 1 entered the house supporting Jabs and was turning Into the Minim where 1 had passed my time while wounded, when cd. w len ,sacs: guided me Into the parlor opposite. Helen left us and went into the library. Jib came in bearing a decanter and glasses. I drank to the host and the assembled company, Promising that during the occupation by the Union forces I would use my influence to gain them every favor and protection. I had drafned my glass and, setting it down. was about to go out to mount my horse when IIelen came out of the library and crossed the hall, band in band with an officer in Confederate uni- form. His forehead was bound with a handkerchief, be walked with difficul- ty and, I judged, had been severely wounded. Jack sprang forward and seized tbe other hand. "Major Branderstane," said Helen, "my brother." Great God! Before me stood—my en- emy! As at night by a flash of lightning one may see for an instant a landscape distinct in all its details, so I saw again the events of the night of the massa- cre. There were the flashing shotguns, the soldiers coming down the hill, a figure with garments streaming in the wind running to me for protection. And now before me stood the man with the smoking pistol. Involuntarily I put my hand to my revolver. "I am your prisoner, sir," he said quickly. "You do not need your weap- on." Helen's eyes flashed. "Would you shoot an unarmed man?" Jack, mute with terror, staggered to the gray clad figure and clung to it, her expressive eyes bent on me, a min- gled flame of reproach and wrath, My band rested on my holster. I moved not, spoke not, but stood star- ing at the group that stared at me. This man, whom I had been hunting to kill, whom Helen had stimulated me to pursue, against whom she bad even 'voluntarily pledged herself to aid me in my revenge, had now suddenly ap- peared as her brother. "I was wounded," said the officer, "at Fort Donelsou and was brought here to my father's house. I am unable to endure the fatigue of flight; there- fore I am compelled to surrender." "Cnptain Stanforth, I have been bunting for you for months." "Me?" "You." "What for?" A bush came over all. as if about to listen to a sentence of death. "To kill you." There was a brief murmur among those looking on. then they stood breathless, waiting for the next scene in what promised to be a tragedy. Only Helen knew what my words meant. I saw a spasmodic quiver pass over her as I had seen death touch a" comrade who had been shot in battle. (To be continued.) For Diarrhoea, Dysentery AND ALL Summer Complain DR. 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