Jasper County Democrat, Volume 15, Number 41, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 August 1912 — Page 7

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CHAPTER 111. An Unwelcome Guest. This was the sort of work I had long ago learned to love; it warmed the blood, this constant certainty of imminent peril, this intense probability that any moment might bring a flash of flame into our very faces. Each step we took was now a stern, grim play w’ith Fate, where the stakes were life and death. I felt my pulses throb as I rode steadily forward, fairly thrusting the darkness aside, my teeth hard set, my left hand heavily on a revolver butt.

How, in such a situation, the nerves tingle and the heart bounds to each strange sight and sound! Halt! what was that? Pooh! no more than the deeper shadow of a sharply projecting rock, around which we pick careful way, our horses crowding against each other in the narrow space. And that? Nothing but the faint moan of the night wind amid the dead limbs of a tree.- Ah! mark that sudden flash of light! The hand that closes iron-like upon the loosened rein opens again, for it was merely a star silently falling from out the black depths of the sky. Then both of us halt at once, and peer anxiously forward. The figure standing directly in the center of our path, can it be a sentry at last? A cautious step forward, a low laugh from the sergeant, and we circle the gaunt, blackened stump, as silent ourselves as the night about us, but with fiercely beating, expectant hearts. But hark! Surely that was no common sound, born of that drear loneliness! No cavalryman can mistake the jingle of accoutrements or the dull thud of horses’s hoofs. The road here must have curved sharply, for they were already so close upon us that, almost simultaneously with the sound, we could distinguish the deeper shadow of a small compact body of horsemen directly in our front. To left of us there rose, sheer and black, the precipitous rock; to right we might not even guess what yawning void. It was either wit of sword play now. I know not how it may be with others in such emergencies, but with me it always happens that the sense of fear departs w’ith the presence of actual danger. Before the grewsome fancies of imagination I may quake and burn like any maiden alone upon a city street at night, until each separate nerve becomes a very demon of mental agony; but when the real and known once fairly confronts me, and there is work to do, I grow Instantly cool to think, resolute to act, and find a rare joy in it. It was so now, and, revolver in hand but hidden beneath my holster flap, I leaned over and touched Craig’s arm. “Keep quiet,” I whispered sternly. “Let them challenge first, and no firing except on my order.” Almost with the words there came the sharp hail: “Halt! Who comes there?” I drew the cape of my riding jacket closer, so as better to muffle the sound of my voice. “Friends, of course; who would you expect to meet on this road?” Fortune seemed with me in the chance answer, for he who had hailed exclaimed: “Oh! is that you, Brennan?” There was no time now for hesitancy; here was my cue, and I must

Laying Firm Hand Upon Her Horse’s Bit, Led Forth to Where I Waited.

plunge ahead, accepting the chances. I ventured it. ' “No; Brennan couldn’t come. lam here in his place." “Indeed! Who are you?" “Major Wilke.” There was a moment’s painful pause, in which I could bear my heart throb. "Wilkie,” repeated the doubtfully. “There is no officer of that name in the Forty-third.” “Well, there Chances to be such an officer on the staff,” I retorted, permitting a trace of anger to appear in my tone, “and I am the man.” "What the devil is the difference, Hale, just what his name is?” boomed a deeuer voice back in the group. “We

TH LOVE STORYOF A GRAY JACKET

by RANDALL PARRISH

are not getting up a directory of the Sixth corps. Of course he’s the man Brennan sent, and that is all we’ve got to. look after.” “Oh, all right, certainly, major,” returned the first speaker, hastily. “But the night is so cussed black I supposed we must be at least a mile this side of where we were to meet. However, we have the lady here for you, all right, and she is anxious enough to get on.” The lady! Heavens! What odd turn of fortune’s w’heel w T as this? The lady. I heard Craig’s smothered chuckle, but before I had sufficiently regained control over my own feelings to venture upon a suitable reply, the entire party had drawn forward, the leader pressing so close to my side that I felt safer w’ith my face well shaded. “Where is your escort, major?” he asked, and the gruffness of his tone put me instantly on defense. “Just behind us,” I returned, with affected carelessness, and determined now to play out the game, lady or no lady. I was extremely sorry for her, but the cause outweighed her comfort. “The sergeant and I rode out ahead when w T e heard you coming. Where is the lady?” He glanced around at the group huddled behind him. “Third on the left” "All right, then. Nothing else, I believe;” for I was eager to get away. “Sergeant, just ride in there and lead out her horse. We will have to be moving, gentlemen, for it is a rough road and a dark night” “Beastly,” assented the other, heartiiy.

I fairly held my breath as Craig rode forward. If one of them should chace to strike a match to light a pipe, or any false movement of Craig’s should excite suspicion! If he should even speak, his soft southern drawl would mean instant betrayal. And how coolly he went at it; with a sharp touch of the spur, causing his jaded horse to exhibit such sudden restlessness as to keep the escort well to one side, while ? ranged close up to our unwelcome guest, and laying firm hand upon her horse’s bit, let forth to where I waited. It was quickly, nobly done, and I could have hugged the fellow. “Well, good luck to you, major, and a pleasant ride. Remember me to Brennan. Deuced queer, though, why is failed to show up on such an occasion as this.” “He was unfortunate enough to be sent out in the other direction with dispatches—goodnight, gentlemen.” It was sweet music to me to listen to their hoof-beats dying rapidly away behind us as we turned back down the dark road, the sergeant still riding with his one hand grasping the stranger’s rein. I endeavored to scan her figure In the blackness, but found the effort useless, as little more than a shadow was visible. Yet It was impressed upon me that she sat straight and firm in the saddle, so I concluded she must be young. “Madam,” I began, seeking to feel my way with caution Into her confidence, “I fear you must be quite wearied by your long ride.” She turned slightly at sound of my voice.

“Not at all, sir; I am merely eager to push on. Besides, my ride has not been a long one, as we merely came from General Sigel’s headquarters.” The voice was pleasantly modulated and refined. “Ah, yes, certainly,” I stammered, fearful lest I had made a grave mistake. “But really I had supposed General Sigel was at Coulterville.” "He advanced to Bear creek yesterday,” she returned quietly. “So you see we had ccwered scarcely more than three miles when we met. How much farther is it to where Major Brennan is stationed?” I fear I was guilty of hesitancy, but it was only for a moment. “I am unable to tell exactly, for, as it chances, I have never yet been in the camp, but I should judge that two hours’ riding will cover the distance." “Why,” in a tone of sudden surprise, “Captain Hale certainly told me it was all of twenty miles!” * "From Bear creek?” ' I questioned eagerly, for it was my turn to feel startled now. “The map barely makes it ten.” “It is but ten, and scarcely that, by the direct White Briar road; or, at at least, so I heard some of the younger officers say; but it seems the Confederate pickets are posted sol close to the White Briar that my friends decided it would be unsafe to proceed that way.” This was news indeed—news so unexpected and startling that I forgot all caution. “Then what road do they call this?" She laughed at my evident ignorance, as well as the eagerness of my tone. “Really, you are a most peculiar guide,” she exclaimed gayly. “You almost convince me that you are lost Fortunately, plr, out of my vast knowledge of this mysterious region, I am

able to enlighten you to some extent. We are now riding due southward along the Allentown pike.” Craig leaned forward so as to look across her horse’s neck to where I rode on the opposite side. “May I speak a word, sir*” he asked, cautiously. “Certainly, sergeant; do you make anything out of all this?” “Tes, slf,” he eagerly. “I know now exactly how we missed it, and where we are. The cut-off to the Whltg Briar I spoke to you about this Afternoon cannot be more than » hundred yards below here.” . “Ride ahead carefully then, and see if you can locate it. Be cautious; there may be a picket stationed there. We will halt where we are until you return.” He swung forward his carbine where It would be handy for instant service and trotted ahead into the darkness. The woman’s horse, being comparatively fresh and restless, danced a little in an effort to follow, but I restrained him with a light hand on the bit, and we sat waiting in silence. I was eager to be off, to make up by hard riding the tedious delay of this night’s work, and constantly listening in dread for some sounds of struggle down the roadway. But all remained silent until I could dimly distinguish the returning hoof-beats of the sergeant’s, horse; and so anxious was I to economize time that I was already urging our mounts forward when his shadow grew black in front, and he wheeled in at my side. “No picket, sir.” ‘Wery well, sergeant; when we come to the turn you are to ride a few rods in advance of us, and will set a good pace, for we must make up for all this lost time. “Very well, sir; here is the turn — to your right.” •

I could dimly distinguish the opening designated, and as we wheeled into it he at once clapped spurs to his horse' and forged ahead. In another moment he had totally disappeared, and as I urged our reluctant mounts to more rapid speed all sound of his progress was instantly lost in the pounding of our own hoofs on the hard road. (To be Continued.)

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MRS. TOM’S PART IN THE ELECTION

Governor Wife Has the Memory for Names. - ' 5-jt .. . ROMANCE OF THEIR LIVES The Notification of the Indiana Executive for Democratic Vlce-Presl dency Honora a Record-Breaker. By J. C. HAMMOND. Of Democratic National Publicity Bureau. Indianapolis.—Just about the time that thousands of friends of Governoi Thomas Riley Marshall were anxious ly wanting to shake his hand in congratulation on his acceptance as candidate of vice-president on the Democratic ticket, a smiling woman stepped before him, and if one could have heard what she whispered in his ear it would have been something like “Now, hurry in, Tom, and change your clothes.” And Tom Marshall forgot to shake hands with the enthusiastic, friends until he had carried out the orders of Mrs. Tom. Indiana has honored four of her sons as vice-presidential candidates on the Democratic ticket, but the crowds

THOMAS R. MARSHALL.

that greeted Governor Marshall in the big coliseum in the state fair grounds, Indianapolis, on Tuesday were the greatest in the history of the party. The west wanted to show the east what could be done in notification honors, and, while Mrs. Marshall was happy, of course, over the honors for her husband, she was also worried, for her husband comes mighty close tc being father, husband, son and partner all in one. And when a woman has that combination on her hands to care for she has every right to be worried.

Governor Marshall will never gain any honors as a hammer thrower. He is not built that way. While all the country was reading the vigorous words of Governor Marshall which told the voters what he expects Democracy to do in carrying out the pledges for the next four years it’s worth while to know what part a woman is taking in the affairs of the campaign—how Tom Marshall hap pens to be in the position in which he stands today. The good people of Columbia City, Ind., never thought Thomas Riley Marshall was a “marrying man.” For forty years he had lived with his parents, nursing both his father and mother, who were invalids, which was the reason Governor Marshall was not a marrying man. He felt his first duty was to his parents. Meeting Mrs. Marshall. After the death of his parents Governor Marshall dived deeper into his law practice, and one day an urgent case took him to Angola, Ind. His duties called him to the county clerk's office, and there he met Miss Lois Kimsey, daughter of the county clerk, who was assisting her father in the office. From that day Governor Marshall had more business around the county clerk’s office in Angola than any lawyer in half a dozen nearby counties. Governor Marshall was forty-two years of age when he was married, Mrs. Marshall being nearly twenty years his junior. The Marshalls had been married only a few weeks when the future vice-president was called to an adjolh-' fng county on a case that would consume some five or six weeks of his time. “Now, I did not want to be starting off like that,” Governor Marshall explained to a friend one day, “so I just told Mrs. Marshall that I thought she should go along. And she did.” ' Since then Governor Marshall has never made a trip without Mrs. Marshall going along. They have traveled all over the country totgether; they go to banquets and political meetings together until the friends of the Indiana executive refer to him and his wife as the “pards.” “Tom Marshall is not over strong,” explained one of his friends. “While not a delicate man, his constitution Is not of the most vigorous type. “When be gets into a political battle he forgets his weakness. He gives all that is In him, and that will tell on any man. Mrs. Marshall soon discovered that the governor would become heated In making a speech and the next day his voice would be husky. She decided that he bad better give up some of the handshaking and take care of his health first. So when you find

him making a speech when he has finished he does not stay around to hear the applause of the audience. Rather, he hurries to his room and changes his clothing. "Some people have said, that Tom Marshall is not a handshaking politician. He is not. His wife thinks it Is more important to guard his health than to carry out the old time policy, and she is correct, as she Is In most all other things.*’

"Hom? Air” Prevails. The Marshall home is typical of the mistress. It is a home of books, and still one does not feel ‘‘bookish.’’ One of the Marshall friends said felt like eating when he entered the Marshall home in Columbia City or the executive mansion at Indianapolis. Mrs. believes In a, home first, and the “home air” prevails. "If Governor Marshall ever occupied the White House people would not know that historic institution,” declares an admirer. “Mrs. Marshall would have It a real homo. People would feel comfortable even In the midst of the gold and glitter.” But it is not only as a wife and the mistress of a home that Mrs. Marshall shows her ability. -She is a politician and a'.clever one. She also has a remarkable memory. Governor Marshall has earned the reputation of being In a class of story tellers all by himself. He can remember stories, but he forgets names. A name Is something to be cast aside with Governor Marshall, and this Is one of the regrets of his life. If he has any regrets. The governor Is not a worrying man. He is somewhat a fatalist, but If he could he would like to remember names; but, not having that ability, he does not worry, for Mrs. Marshall Is the name rememberer of the family. She has a peculiar ability along this line. Not only does she remember the last name, but any combination of names comes as second nature to her, and she carries this ability on down to the children and cousins of any one seeking the governor. While the governor Is shaking hands andj trying to remember whether his caller Is Jones or Smith, Mrs. Marshall is busy supplying the Information and asking about all the relatives. Ideal Partners. Governor Marshall has no brothers or sisters, and his parents being dead leaves him somewhat barren of relatives. Governor Marshall’s friends are enthusiastic over his home life. When he has started on talking of his wife a new light In the Hoosier executive comes to the surface. They come near being ideal married partners. “I was talking to Tom one day,” explained one of his most intimate friends. “We were leaning back, and Tom had been telling some of his good stories to illustrate various topics of our conversation. We were waiting for Mrs. Marshall to come back from a shopping four, and I happened to remark that I liked Mrs. Marshall better every time I met her.

“ 'Well, now that’s the way she strikes me, Jim,* he said, ‘We have been married some sixteen years, and as time goes that is a long or short period, just as you think. To me it is but a fleeting day. Then I think back over my married life and find I have grown to know Mrs. Marshall better every day. A man must not only love but he must also respect his partner In this life—respect her in all things. She must have wonderful qualities to make the love and respect grow deeper and better each day. That’s been ■my history. "•The fact that Mrs. Marshall has been In sympathy in my work, my play, my life. Is good. But I have been

MRS. MARSHALL.

in sympathy with hers. Ours is not a one sided life. We have been partners, and that’s the way it should be In this world.’ ” Mrs. Marshall has watched over his administration of the affairs of Indiana with a jealous care. There has been nothing of the spectacular in his administration. It has been a sane government. The laws that he has fought for and won show the spirit of the man. They are uplifting. They deal with the Improvement of man, woman and child. While Governor Marshall is described as a “tender hearted” executive, nevertheless, he is a fighter. He belongs to the old fighting stock of Virginia.

Governor Marshall is not a dodger. He has his opinions, and he lets them be known. While he is an organization man, he knows that organizations are not perfect—that they can make mistakes. If they make mistakes he thinks it is his duty to say so and get the saying over at the first possible moment

Mrs Marshall Is not satisnea wren her domestic duties alone. She wants to do her share in problems of the political and business world. Mrs. Marshall is. said to have discussed In detail with her husband his actions on the Baltimore convention, and when it was seen that Marshall was the man who was going to go on the ticket - with Wilson he wanted to know what his wife thought about it. “It won't be any harder than being governor of Indiana, and If the party thinks you are the man It only agrees with my opinion,” she said, and that settled the matter with Governor Marshall.

- Mrs. Marshall had the honor of being the first woman In Indiana to hold an office. She was appointed county clerk of Steuben county by her father and held that office for a number of years.

When Governor Marshall and his wife were about to be married she decided that her last official act of the office would be to make out the marriage license. Governor Marshall accompanied his wife to the county clerk’s office and watched her with care as she noted the records in the big book and filled out the license and watched her as she carefully signed her father’s name, with her own as deputy. Mrs. Marshall, having blotted the Ink, said, “Now we can go.” “Not yet,” laughed Governor Marshall. , Why, we are all fixed,” explained Mrs. Marshall, pointing to the license. “Yes, but I have to pay for it,” replied the governor. “It’s all right for you to make It out, but It’s up to me to pay the fee.” And he did. Mrs. Marshall Is a keen student, and, having established the practice of going with her husband on all his trips, be they short or long, they make it a point to carry along some books.

Mrs. Marshall Is as much of a humanitarian as the governor. A glance at some of the bills that have been passed by the 1911 Indiana legislature gives an Insight into the governor: To curtail child labor. To regulate sale of cold storage products. ’ To require hygienic schoolhouse* and medical examination of children. The prevent blindness at birth. To regulate sale of cocaine and other drugs. To provide free treatment for hydrophobia. To establish public playgrounds. To Improve pure food laws. To protect against loan sharks. To provide police court matrons. To prevent traffic In white slaves. To permit night schools. To require medical supplies as part of a train equipment. Governor Marshall has also played an active part in providing for protection of labor, as is exampled by the following acts: . To create a bureau of inspection for workshops, factories, mines and boilers. To establish free employment agencies. To require full train crews. , To require safety devices on switch engines. To require efficient headlights on engines. To require standard cabooses. To provide weekly wage, etc. And Governor Marshall has consulted with his “partner” on all these bills. He is quoted as saying a man can’t go far wrong tn taking the advice of a wise—ls she is his partner as well as his wife.

The divided Republican party la like the boy "blowing’’ against the wind.” There will be a lot of bluster, but It will not take votes away from Wilson and Marshall.

Having exhausted his supply of adjectives in denouncing Taft, Roosevelt Is now leading a campaign of denunciation of every one who does not agree with himself.

Farmers have pulled against the short end of the yoke long enough, Wilson and Marshall promise to see that the pulling is made more nearly even.

Secretary of State Escapes Death.

Decatur, Aug. 19—L. G Elllngham, secretary of state, with Mrs. Ellingham and Mr. and Mrs. John H. Heller and daughter Fanny, narrowly 4escaped death when their automobile, driven by Mr. Elllngham, was struck by an eastbound Toledo, St Louis & Western passenger train and demolished. Timely jumps from the machine saved the lives of the occupants. They were driving northward on Thirteenth street and a westbound Erie freight made so much noise thst the approaching passenger train from the west was pot heard and their view was obstructed by the nearby buildings.

Investigates Baby’s Death.

i Indianapolis, Aug. 19.—The state board of health has begun an Investigation which, it is believed, will bring to light evidence against a Porter county man whose four-year-old baby boy died recently. The child’s death return has been received by the board, and the contributory cause of death was given as narcotism, caused from smoking and chewing large quantities of tobacco. According to Information inready collected by the board, the father laughed when the baby smoked and chfewed and “showed off” his child to the neighbors. The Democrat and Cincinnati Weekly Enquirer or the St. Louis Twice-a-week Republic, only $2.00 per year. This applies to both old and new subscribers.