Jasper County Democrat, Volume 15, Number 65, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 November 1912 — Page 7

My Lady of the North

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SYNOPSIS. i ________ CHAPTER I.—The story opens In a .tent of the Confederate army at a critical stage of the Civil War. Gen. Lee imparts to Captain Wayne a secret message to Longstreet, upon the delivery of '''hick depend great Issues. Accompanied by Sergeant Craig, an old army scout, Wayne starts out on his dangerous mission. CHAPTER IL—The two .messengers make a wild ride, dodging squads of soldiers, almost lose their bearings and finally are within the lines of the enemy, having penetrated the cordon of pickets unmolested. CHAPTER in.— Encountering a small party of soldiers in the darkness, Wayne is taken for a federal officer who came to keep an appointment, is accepted as . fd® representative, and a young lady on ‘■horseback is given In his charge. CHAPTER IV.—The female companion (Of the two southern scouts is a northern girl, who, when she becomes aware of their army affiliations, slashes Wayne with iher riding whip and attempts to escape but fails. CHAPTER V.—One of the horses giving out, Wayne orders Craig to get through with the dispatches to Long•treet. He and My Lady of the North are left alone near a rocky gorge.* CHAPTER Vl.—The Confederate officer and the Union girl thread the mazes of the woods. He discovers a lonely hut, and entering It In the dark a huge mastiff attacks him. Tbs girl shoots the bruts Just In time. CHAPTER VlL—The owner of the hut, .one Jed Bungay, appears and he and his wife give the captain a welcome. Suddenly a party of horsemen are observed coming down the road. CHAPTER V Hl.—They are led by a man claiming to be Red Lowrie, who .orders Mrs. Bungay to give them food; And her husband to act as a guide. The woman discovers the man to be a disguised Impostor, attacks the Intruder and there is a general melee. CHAPTER IX.—The disguised leader proves to be Major Brennan, a Federal Officer whom the Union girl recognizes. He orders the arrest of Wayne as a spy. The girl protests and says she will appeal to General Sheridan. CHAPTER X.—Wayne held prisoner In • Copse, sees files of Confederates pass the road at a distance and knows that Craig has delivered the message. CHAPTER Xl.—The captive is brought before General Sheridan who refuses to set him free unless he reveals the secret message. CHAPTER Xn.— Captain Wayne is led to understand that the woman he admires is Edith Brennan, wife of the Federal officer, who hates him. He is given the choice of revealing the Lee message or of being shot as a spy. CHAPTER Xlll.—Wayne Is rescued from his prison by Jed Bungay. One of them must get a quick report through the lines to General Lee and Jed starts on the mission. CHAPTER XlV.—Finding the garb of an absent officer of the Union artillery, Wayne penetrates to the ballroom, where e social army function is In progress, and pretends to be Col. Curran of Ohio. t CHAPTER XV.—The disguised scout is introduced to a Miss Miner. She knows the Curran family and Wayne barely escapes being unmasked. Edith Brennan appears on the scene.

CHAPTER XVIII.

The Reputation of a Woman. Like a flash occurred to me the only possible means by which we might escape open discovery—an Instant disclosure of my supposed rank, coupled with indignant protest. Already, believing me merely some private soldier straying out of bounds with a woman of the camp as companion, he had thrown himself from the saddle to investigate. Whatever was to be done must be accomplished quickly, or it would prove all too late. To think

"Put Down Your Pistol,” She Ordered Coldly.

was to act. Stepping instantly in front of the shrinking girl and facing him, I said sternly: “I do not know who you may chance to be, sir, nor greatly care, yet your words and actions imply an Insult to this lady which I am little disposed to overlook. For your information permit me to state, I am Colonel Curran, Sixth Ohio Light Artillery, and am not accustomed to being halted on the road by every drunken fool who sports a uniform.” He stopped short in complete surprise, staring at me through the darkness, and I doubted not was perfectly able to distinguish the glint of buttons and gleam of braid. "Your pardon, sir,” he ejaculated at last “I mistook you for some runaway soldier. But I failed to catch your words; how did you name yourself?” “Colonel Curran, of Major-General

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Halleck’s staff.” • “The hell you are! Curran, had a full gray beard a month ago.” He took a step forward, and before I could recover from the first numbing shock of surprise was peering intently into my face. “Damn it!" he cried, tugging viciously at a revolver in his belt, “I know that face! You are the measly Johnny Reb I brought in day before yesterday.” There came a quick flutter of drapery at my side, and she, pressing me firmly backward, faced him without a word. The man’s extended arm dropped to his side as though pierced by a bullet, and he took one step backward, shrinking as if his startled eyes beheld a ghost. “Edith?” he cried, as though doubting his own vision, and the ring of agony in his voice was almost piteous. “Edith! My God! You here, at midnight, alone with this man?” However the words, the tone, the gesture may have stung her, her face remained proudly calm, her voice cold and clear. “I certainly am. Major Brennan,” she answered, her eyes never once leaving his face. “And may I ask what reason you can have to object?” “Reason?” His voice had grown hoarse with passion and surprise. “My God, how can you ask? How can you even face me? Why do you not sink down in shame# Alone here,’—he looked about him into the darkness —“at such an hour, in company with a Rebel, a sneaking, cowardly spy, already condemned to be Ehot By Heaven! he shall never live to boast of it!” He flung up his revolver barrel to prove the truth of his threat, but sne stepped directly between us, and shielded me with her form. “Put down your pistol,” she ordered coldly. “I assure you my reputation Is in no immediate danger unless you shoot me, and your bullet shall certainly find my heart before it ever reaches Captain Wayne.” “Truly, you must indeed love him,’' he sneered. So close to me was she standing that I could feel her form tremble at this Insult, yet her voice remained emotionless. “Your uncalled-for words shame me, not my actions. In being here with Captain Wayne tonight I am merely paying a simple debt of honor —a double debt, indeed, considering that he was condemned to death by your lie, while you deceived nre by another.” “Did he tell you that?” "He did not. Like the true gentleman he has ever shown himself to be he endeavored to disguise the facts, to withhold from me all knowledge of your dastardly action. I know it by the infamous sentence pronounced against him and by your falsehood ta me." “Edith, you mistake,” he urged anxiously. “I—l was told that he had been sent North.” She drew a deep breath, as though she could scarcely grasp the full audacity of his pretence to ignorance. “You appeared to be fully informed i but now as to his death sentence.” “Yes, I heard of it while away, and intended telling you as soon as 1 reached our quarters." I could feel the scorn of his miserable deception as it curled her lip, and her figure seemed to straighten between us. “Then,” she said slowly, “you will doubtless agree that I have done no more than was right, and will therefore permit him this chance of escape from so unmerited a fate; for you know as well as I do that he has been wrongly condemned.” He stepped forward with a halfsmothered oath, and rested one hand heavily upon her shoulder. “I rather guess not, madam,” he said. “Damn him! I will hang him now higher than Haman, just to show Queen Esther that it can be done. Out of the way, madam!” Rendered desperate by her slight resistance and his own jealous he thrust the woman aside so rudely that she fell forward upon one knee. His revolver was yet in his right hand, gleaming in the starlight, but before he could raise or lire it I had grasped the steel barrel firmly, and the hammer came down noiselssly upon the flesh of my thumb. The next instant we were locked close together in fierce struggle for the mastery. He was the heavier, stronger man; I the younger and quicker. From the first every effort on both sides was put forth solely to gain command of the weapon—his to fire, mine to prevent, for I knew well at the sound of the discharge there would come a rush of blue-coats to his rescue. My first fierce onset had put him on the de fensive, but as we tugged and strained his superiority in weight began to tell, and slowly he bore me backward, untill all the weight of my body rested upon my right leg. Then there oc Vurred to me like a flash a wrestler’i

trick taugnt me years before by an old negro on my father's plantation. Instantly I appeared to yield to the force against which I contended with simulated weakness, sinking lower and lower, until, I doubt not, Brennan felt convinced I must go over backward. But as I thus sank, my left foot found steady support farther back, while my free hand sank slowly down his straining body until my groping fingers grasped firmly the broad belt about his waist. I yielded yet another inch, until he leaned so far over me as to be out of all balance, and then, with sudden straightening of my left leg, at the same time forcing my head beneath his chest in leverage, with one tremendous effort I flung him, head under, crashing down upon the hard road. Trembling like a reed from the exertioiJ; I stood there looking down upon the dark, form lying huddled at my feet: He rested motionless, and I bent over, placing my hand upon his heart, horrified at the mere thought that he might be dead. But the heart beat, and with a prayer of thankfulness I looked up. She stood beside me. “Tell me, Captain Wayne,” she exclaimed anxiously, “he is not —not seriously hurt?” “I believe not,” I answered soberly. “He is a heavy man, and fell hard, yet his heart beats strong. He must have cut his head upon a stone, however, for he is bleeding.” She knelt beside him, and I caught the whiteness of a handerchief within her hand.

“Believe me, Mrs. Brennan,” I faltered lamely, “I regret this far more than I can tell. Nothing has ever occurred to me to give greater pain than the thought that I have brought you so much of sorrow and trouble. You will have faith In me?” “Always, everywhere—whether It ever be our fate to meet aggin or not. But now you, must go.” “Go? And leave you here alone? Are you not afraid?”

“Afraid ?”she looked about her into the darkness. “Of what? Surely you do not mean of Frank—of Major Brennan? And as to my being alone, our quarters are within a scant hundred yards from here, and a single cry will bring me aid in plenty. Hush! what was that?” t. It was the shuffling tread of many feet, the sturdy tramp of a body of infantry on the march. "Go!” she cried hurriedly. “If you would truly serve me, if you care at all for me. do not longer delay and be discovered here. It is the grand rounds. I beg of you, go!” I grasped her outstretched hand, pressed my lips hotly upon it, and sped with noiseless footsteps down the black, deserted road. (To be continued)

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DOORS'

FEW LESSONS WITH TURKEYS Breeder of Twenty-Two Year*' Experience Finds Business More Profitable Each Year. I have raised turkeys for sale 22 years, and find it a more profitable business each year, says a writer in the Farm and Beside. I have had to learn many lessons by quite an expensive route. One year I failed entirely by too close inbreeding. Another year 1 let my turkeys wander at their own will and roost where they pleased. Again I allowed some to go up in the trees—a hard storm blew them out and drowned 24 beauties. Since these lessons I have worked differently. * I change either breeding hens or toms every other year. I usually buy a thoroughbred bronze from some unrelated flock. I keep old hens for breeders, and find their poults more healthy. One early turkey is more profitable thap. three late ones, so t use the first eggs and sell the later ones. Chicken hens are set on the first laying and the poultry given to the first turkey hen that becomes broody. Large, airy pens or coops with rainproof roofs are built quite a distance from the house.

The hens are kept up two weeks, and then turned out every morning, unless the w r eather becomes rainy. They have learned to come when called, and will answer me from ever so far when I call “Pee turk! Come on I" I am never too busy or too tired to get them up at the approach of a hard storm, and at four o’clock in the evening. They soon learn to come home. After they are five or six weeks old I never feed at noon. I feed no sloppy feed, but have good luck with wheat or corn bread, cracked corn, cooked soft,, wheat, mashed potatoes, etc. The first two weeks are the most particular. I give each poult a grain of black pepper when it is 24 hours old, and a stroke of lard or vaseline from bill to top of head. Then a feed of hard-boiled egg, shell and all, crushed fine, mixed with bread soaked soft and squeezed dry. Fresh water, sand, lime and ground charcoal are kept handy. They eat of all; I never feed too much. I never feed over four times a day, and that often only a week. More turkeys die from overfeeding than underfeeding. I use a flat s board to sprinkle their feed on, and keep It clean. It pays to be cleanly with turkeys.

LEGHORN HENS AS MOTHERS

Although Called Nonsitters Occasionally One la Found and Will Cover Many Eggs. Although the Leghorns are called nonsitters, they do sit occasionally, and I like them very much as mothers. It would hardly seem possible that a Leghorn hen would cover more

Single-Comb Leghorn,

eggs than a Cochin, but it is a fact, say a writer in an exchange. The Cochin’s wings are short and stubby, while the Leghorn’s wings are long and she will spread them over a big nestful. Last summer a Leghorn incubated 20 eggs for me and hatched 19 of them. It was, however, in the month of July, and her nest was carefully arranged in a basket; but I never give them less than 15. They take excellent care of their young; beiqg light weight, they seldom hurt a chicks by stepping on it, and they will fight Intruders fiercely.

Escapes An Awful Fate.

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United States Is After Turkey

For Thanksgiving. See us before you sell (your turkeys. Those who wish to dress their turkeys should get our prices before selling elsewhere. We buy both turkeys and feathers.— Rensselaer Producing Co., Opposite Postoffice. Phone 307.

MA PUT INDIAN SIGN ON CUPID

By LAURA TURNER.

“My ma surely did put the skids under that Heinz fellow last Sunday night,” laughed the girl with the exaggerated psyche knot. “He won’t come mooning around my sister Bertha any more. “She giggled as she tucked in a few stray hairs had curled over her collar and surveyed her pleasing reflation in the mirror above the lavatory.

“How did she squelch him, Annie?” asked the sleepy looking blonde, stretching her wet handkerchief across the mirror to dfy it. “Well, Bertha’s had an awful case on Heinzy for quite a while. He’s a widower, with a boy about five years old, but Bertha said she didn't Care, for she liked him anyway. She used to rave about him until she made ma and me tired. I could see from the start that ma didn't have much use for him, and she warned Bertha that all he was looking for was somebody to keep house and cook his meals for him and take care of that kid of his.

“Bertha said ma was wrong, that he was head over ears in love with her, and she wouldn’t hear a word against him. Ma used to call him Bertha’s fireside companion, because he never took her anywhere, but just sat around and acted as though he was afraid to spend a nickel. ‘‘Last Sunday morning Bertha went out to the kitchen and asked ma if she would let her have the Heinz fellow to supper that evening. She coaxed around until ma finally said she could ask him if, she wanted to, but you could see that ma wasn’t at all crazy about having him come. “After Bertha had gone out and ma and I were doing up the work, all ol a sudden I saw that ma had an idea. She chuckled to herself the rest of the morning, but Bhe wouldn’t let me in on the joke. When I asked hei about it she Just told me I would have to wait and keep my eyes open and 1 would see something funny. “That evening Bertha said she wanted to supper all by herself and show Heinzy what a grand cook Bhe was. Ma says ‘All right, if you want to get a job as housekeeper, of course you must give your future boss a sample of your cooking.’ With that Bhe Went upstairs.

“After a while ma came down again and asked Bertha how she was getting along. Bertha said that everything was on the stove ready to dish up, and would ma watch things while she hue tied upstairs in order to primp up a bit? “Ma said she would, so Bertha beat It Upstairs to doll up for Heinzy. “When we all filed up to the dining room and sat down things looked good to me. While ma was bringing in the dishes Bhe says to Heinzy: ‘I want you to know, Mr. Heinz, that Bertha cooked every bit of the supper tonight, so if you like ft you’ll have to give her all the credit for it’ Heinzy looked over at Bertha with a fat, contented smile and tucked a napkin under his double chin. Then he took a bite of biscuit and next 1 saw him look all around to see if anybody was watching him as he rolled it out of his mouth Into hfs hand and laid it carefully on his plate. I began to get suspicious, so I took a bite oi biscuit Just to see. Say, it was about the awfulest tasting thing i ever ate! “It was positively green inside! Bertha had used soda instead of baking powder, and plenty of it, too, and the biscuits were simply terrible! “I copied Heinzy and got rid of my bite quick as I could and took a swallow of coffee to get the taste out of my mouth. Say! The coffee was so weak it was Just like water! I looked over at ma and her face was as red as a beet, she was trying so hard to keep from laughing. “I knew pretty well then who had queered the supper. Ma must have put soda in the baking powder can so Bertha would be sure to get it, and probably she put plenty of hot water Jn the coffee pot after Bertha had gone upstairs. ■ : •

“I was curious to know what bias ma had done, so I helped myself to A chop. Salty! It was worse than a mackerel that hadn’t been soaked overnight! Why, I felt pickled In brine after I swallowed it! I glanced over at Heinzy. He was the glummest looking somebody you ever sawl Every now and then he looked at Bertha with a frown blanker than a thunder cloud. “When we came to pie I found that ma had ever\ switched pies on poor Bertha. The under crußt was Just like soft rubber! Heinzy ate the filling out and left the under crust staring Bertha in the face. Then we all got up and Went into the parlor, but Heinzy never said a word about Bertha’s fine booking. Bertha didn’t say anything, either. She had caught on right away what ma had .done, but she never chirped. "Heinzy didn’t stay very late that night. I guess he was anxious to get away and hunt a lunch counter. He’d beeil coming to see Bertha every night for two weeks, but he hasn’t been back since.’’ "What did Bertha say to your mother afterward?” asked the sleepy looking blonde. “Was she ugly about it?” “I should say not! She saw that ma was right—that he was only looking for a cook—and she’s glad that she found it out in time. My ma is as sharp as they make ’em, and nobody can put anything over on her. She’s got the Indian sign on Cupid!” v

Liver spots are almost unknown in dry towns.

THE SAVIORS TEACHINGS BROOKLYN TABERNACLE BIBLE STUDIES

THE GREAT QUESTION. Mark viii, 27—ix, I—Nov. 17. “Thou art the Christ, the Son of fAe Living God.’’—Matthew rvi, 16. fOR a considerable period of Hi it ministry our Lord did not declare Himself, even to His disciples, to be the Messiah. Undoubtedly lie chose the wiser course. He did, however, wish His disciples to know, and He approached the question by asking, “Who do men say that I am?’’ He got their reply. Then came the point of the question: “But who ’ say yc that I am?" St. Peter auswered,“Thou art the Christ, the Son of the living God.” Jesus said, “Blessed art thou. Simon, son of Jonah, for tlesh and blood hath not revealed this unto thee, but My Father which is in Heaven.”

Forthwith Jesus began to explain to the beloved Twelve the experiences that lay before Him— J and Ills,death and , resurrection. Doubtless all of the Apos- v ties were disap- , pointed, but only 1 St Peter had the j courage to express himself, saying. “Be, it far from Thee,

Lord, tills shall not happen.” In tills course St. Peter was opposing the Divine will and Plan, of which the death of Jesus was the very Center or Hub. To make the matter very emphatic Jesus said to St. Peter, “Get thee behind Me, adversary, thy words savor not of the things of God, but the tilings of men.” Then lie began to make clear to Ills followers what had not been "meat in due season” to tell them clearly before, namely, that whoever desired to be His disciple must deny himself, take up his cross and follow in the footsteps of the Redeemer. lie who will faithfully lose his life for Jesus’ sake will save It—will gain the reward of life on the spirit plane.

“What Shall It Profit a Man?” God has provided a future life for every man through the Redemption accomplished by Jesus, but only the noble of heart, of character, of life, who will accept this great blessing through the Divinely appointed way, will get it. If they selfishly seek soi r the whole world, the selfishness thus developed will make them unfit for the eternal life. For what would a man take In exchunge for the loss of his life? Would he consider wealth or fame or name for a few years in the present time worthy of exchange at profit, if it were to cost him eternal glory, eternal life? Surely not. We are therefore to have iu mind that character-build-ing is absolutely essential to our attaining eternal life. Whoever becomes a follower of the Lord and hopes to gain the prize of everlasting life and glory on the spirit plane must come out fully and courageously and acknowledge Jesus and Ills words. To be ashamed of the Truth, of the Divine Plan, of what we find to be the teachings of God’s Word, because it is unpopular with men, la to offend the Lord and to prove ourselves unworthy of Ills favor. The Great Question. -ii-Jt-Tbe great question of eighteen centuries ago Is tl»e great question of today: Who is Jesus? If as some claim. He was merely a good man, a most able Teacher, then He was not the

"Get thee' behind Me, adversary."

all, to be testified in due time. (I Tiinothy ii* 5,0.) And that signifies that He must have been, not of ordinary birth, but extraordinary, born from above, because if born in the ordinary course of nature ne would be like others of Adam's sons, subject to the sentence of death and hence unable to save either Himself or others. But if He was the Christ, the Sent of God, who left the glory of the Father and was made flesh, that He might “taste death for every man,” then we behold Him as the great Redeemer of the world, whose death was necessary as a Ransom, or corresponding price, to secure the release of mankind from the death sentence and to make possible the resurrection of Adam and his race. v-j More than this, the word Christ signifies the Anointed. The Bible declares that the Anointed Lord shall be the Great King, Prophet and Priest, whose Kingdom shall last for a thousand years, and shall destroy sin and all who love sin, and Hft up all humanity willing to return into harmony with God. This is who Jesus is, according to the Scriptures—the Messiah. And His present work is the gathering of a Bride class, to be His Joint-heir in His glorious Kingdom, which will be set up soon after, the Elect Church shall have been completed by the glorious change , of the First Resurrection. What think ye of Messiah? What think ye of His invitation to become His associate in His glory and Kingdom? What think ye of the cost of self-denial, self-sacrifice? What thtnir ye of the great reward? /

"Thou art the Christ."

Christ, for the Christ. although the embodiment of all those qualities, was more, much more. To be the Christ, He must have been the Man Christ Jesus, who gave Himself a Ransom price for