Jasper County Democrat, Volume 15, Number 69, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 November 1912 — Page 7

My Lady of the North THE LOVE STORY OF A GRAY JACKET

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BYNOPS4B. fr-£P^ I * , JER T-—'The story opens in • K2L f S e 9? nfe^ r ?, te arm y at a critical fnSSU- of 4. th s. War. Gen. Lee * to T Ca Ptaln Wayne a secret ?i e i. to J Longstreet ’ u P° n the delivery iSonilH C k pend great issues. Ac corner ™!* d w y Ser eeant Craig, an old army *mlMioZ^ ayne B * ar * s on daji&crous tl.—The two messengers tnake a wild ride, dodging squads of solspiers, almost lose their bearings and finalare within the lines of the enemy, havcordon of pickets unT t ~ Encoun tering a small ■party of soldiers in the darkness, Wayne * !♦« taken for a federal officer who came ?9 keep an appointment, is accepted as jhis representative, and a young lady on Korseback is given in his charge. IV.—The female companion or the two southern scouts is a northern who > when she becomes aware of their army affiliations, slashes Wayne with tmt fails 16 whlp and attempts to escape CHAPTER V.—One of the horses giving out, Wayne orders Craig to get .through with the dispatches to LongH , e and M y Lady of the N6rth are left alone near a rocky gorge. _ CHAPTEtt Vl.—The Confederate officer paid the Union girl thread the mazes of woods. He discovers a lonely hut, „t? te , rln ?, ** *£ the dark a huge masTJ® l attacks him. The girl shoots the brute just in time. _ CHAPTER Vll.—The owner of the hut, ®ne 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 Vlll.—They are led by a man claiming to be Red Lowrle, who orders Mrs. Bungay to give them food, and her husband to act as a guide. The 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, joe orders the arrest of Wayne as a spy une girl protests and says she will appeal to General Sheridan. CHAPTER X.—Wayne held prisoner in ft copse, sees files of Confederates pass She road at a distance and knolws that Craig has delivered the message. 3CI-—The captive is brought neral Sheridan who refuses to taessage re ° un ess reveals the secret *o C Captain Wayne is led if T^!<. < L rs i and that the woman he admires is Edith Brennan, wife of the Federal ofSPJrf’ wl i° hate ?. hll h. He is given the choice of revealing the Lee message or of being shot as a spy. v, . 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 a social army function is in progress, and pretends to be Col. Curran of Ohio. 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 XVl.—Mrs. Brennan recognizes Wayne. She having been led to believe that he had been sent away, learns of the treachery of Maj. Brennan and cays she will save him. CHAPTER XVII.—Mrs. Brennan secures a pass through the inner lines and goes part way with Wayne when they are suddenly confronted by Brennan. CHAPTER XVlll.—Brennan attempts to shoot Wayne, but the latter throws his enemy to the ground senseless. CHAPTER XlX.—Bidding My Lady of the North adieu, Wayne starts alone on h wild dash for liberty. Encountering a man in a lieutenant’s uniform, he compels him to accompany him.

CHAPTER XX. 1 4 A Demon on Horseback. I felt positively happy then. The thrill of successful achievement was mine, and with the exultation of a soldier ,• in having surmounted obstacles and peril, I nearly forgot for the moment the heart tragedy left behind. The swift Impetus of the ride, the keen night air sweeping past me, the fresh sense of freedom and power engendered by that reckless dash through the darkness, all conspired to render me neglectful of everything save the joy of present victory. The spirit of wild adventure was in my blood.

A dozen spits of fire cleaved the intense blackness behind, and I knew the widely scattered patrol were 1 sending chance shots across the stream. A clang of hoofs rang out upon the rocks, but I could distinguish nothing indicating a large pursuing party —probably the two who were mounted at the ford, with possibly others following when they caught their strayed torses. I had little to fear from such half-hearted pursuit as this was Sure to be. The swift, powerful stride of .the animal I rode assured me that I ■was not ill mounted, and there was small chance of contact with Federal outriders before I should reach the {protecting picket lines of our own army. 1 laughed grimly as I leaned slightly back in saddle and listened; it was like a play, so swift and exciting had been the passing events, so unexpected their ending. I wondered what plausible story the discomfited lieutenant would concoct to account for his predicament, and whether the others had yet missed me back at the Mansion House.

The stars appeared to be paling somewhat down in the east, for the coming day-dawn was already whitening the horizon. I glanced at my watch, venturing to strike a match for the DurDOse. and found the hour

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after three o’clock. Early, I knew, was at Sowder Church, and his advance cavalry pickets ought to be as far west as the Warrentown road. The distance between, by hard riding, might be covered in three hours. My horse seemed fresh, his breath came naturally and without effort, and I pressed him along rapidly, for my whole ambition now centred upon bringing the information I possessed within our own lines. Bungay, beyond doubt, had been recaptured long since, for my own experience told me how extremely vigilant were the Federal guards. To one unacquainted as he was with military customs it would prove impossible to penetrate their lines; hence, everything must depend upon my getting through in safety.

Then drifted to the one I had in such serious predicament. If I had loved her before, I loved her doubly now, for she had proven herself a woman among women in time of danger and trial. How clearly her face, with those dark sweet eyes and the wealth of crowning hair, rose before me, while word by word I reviewed all that had passed between us, dwelling upon each look or accent that could evince her possible interest in me. Then reason returned to my aid, and resolutely, determinedly, inspired by every instinct of soldierly honor, I resolved that I w r ould put her from my thoughts forever. She was not mine either to love or possess, unless the uncertain fate of war should chance to set her free. Even to dream of her, to cherish her in memory while she remained the wife of another, was but an affront to her purity and womanhood. I would prove myself a man entitled to her respect, a soldier worthy my service and corps; if evei* again my name chanced to find mention in her presence it should be spoken with honor. I was musing thus, lqlled by the steady lope of my horse, and totally insensible to any possibility of peril, when clear upon my ears, instantly awakening me from such reverie, there rang through the night silence the sharp clang of iron on the road behind me. All sound of pursuit had long since died away, and I supposed the effort to recapture me had been abandoned. But there was no mistaking now—at least one horseman, riding recklessly through the black night, was pressing hot upon my trail. “The lieutenant,” I thought, “the lieutenant, burning with anger at the trick played upon him, has pushed far ahead of his troop, doubtless mounted upon a better horse, determined to risk everything if he may only bring me back dead or alive,”

This thought awoke me in an instant from my dreaming, and I spurred my horse furiously, glancing anxiously backward as I rode, but unable through that dense gloom to distinguish the form of my pursuer. Yet the fellow was coming, coming faster than any speed I could possibly conjure out of the weary black I bestrode, either by whip or spur. Closer and closer upon me came rushing down that pounding of iron hoofs on the hard path. Heavens! how like a very demon the man rode! As a trooper I could not withhold admiration from the reckless audacity with which the vengeful fellow bore down upon me. In spite of my utmost efforts it almost seemed as if we were standing still. Surely nothing less than hate, and a thirst for vengeance bitter as death, implacable as fate, could ride like that through the black night on the track of a hunted man!

I was able to trace dimly his outlines now as he rose on an eminence in my rear, his horse looming dark against the sky, like those giant steeds that snorted fire in my child’s picture-books at home, and then, with increasingly louder thunder of hoofbeats, he came charging straight down toward me. In sheer desperation I glanced on either side, seeking some avenue of escape, but the high banks were unscalable; my sole remaining hope lay in a shot which should drop that crazed brute before he struck and crushed me. Riding my best, with all the practised skill of 1 the service, I swung my body sideways, bracing myself firmly in the deep saddle, and took steady aim. The hammer cam? down with a dull, dead click, the revolver was chargless, and with an exclamation of baffled rage I hurled the useless weapon full at the advancing brute. Almost at the instant we struck, my horse ' went down with the impetus, while over us both, as if shot from a cannon, plunged our pursuer, his horse turning a complete somersault, the rider falling so close that I was upon him almost as soon as he struck , the ground. A dip of the flying hoof had cut a shallow gash across my forehead, and my hair was wet with blood, yet bruised and half stunned as I was from the hard fall, my sole longing was to reach and throttle that madman who had ridden fne down in such demonstyle. “You unchained devil!” I cried

•savagely, whirling him over upon hia back, “I spared your life once tonight, but, by all the gods, I’ll not do It again!” “Gosh, Cap, is thet you?” asked the voice of the other, feebly. I started back, and lost my hold upon him. “Bungay?” in an astonishment that nearly robbed me of utterance. “Good God, man! is this really you?” “It’s whut’s left ’o me," he answered solemnly, sitting up and feeling his head as if expecting to find it gone. “Thet wus ’bout ther worst ride I ever took.” “I should think it likely,” I exclaimed, my anger rising again as J thought of it. “What, in Heaven’s name, do . you mean by riding down on me like that?” “Holy Gee, Cap,” he explained penitently. “ye don’t go ter think I ever did it a purpose, do ye? Why, thAr gosh-durned old thing run away.*’ “Ran away?” “Sure; I ’ve bin a hangin’ on ter ther mane o’ thet critter fer nigh ’pon three mile, an’ a prayin’ fer a feather bed ter light on. It’s my last ’listment en ther cavalry, ye bet I •lever seed none o’ yer steam keers,

“That’s ’Bout All I Know, Cap, Till I Lit Yere.”

but I reckon they don’t go no faster ner thet blame hoss. Gosh, Cap, ye ain’t got no call fer ter git mad; I couldn’t a stopped her with a yoke o’ steers, durned if I cud. I sorter reckon I know now ’bout whut Scott meant when he said, ‘The turf the flying courser spurned,’—you bet this one did.”

Jed rubbed his cheek as if it stung him, and I looked at him in the faint dawning light of day, and laughed. His peaked head and weazen face looked piteous enough, decorated as they were with the black loam through which he had ploughed; his coat was ripped from tail to collar, while one of his eyes was nearly closed where the hruised flesh had puffed up Over it. “ ‘lt is a fearful strife, for man endowed with mortal life,’ ” he quoted mournfully. “You’re right,” I assented. “No coubt you had the worst of it. But how came you here?” “Why, I wus a huntin' fer a hoss thar et thet picket post whin ye scared up ther bunch, an’ by some sort a fule luck I got hole o’ thet one, an’ tuke arter ye, tho’ in course I d s dn’t know who it was raised sidh a rumpus, it wus so durned dark. Ther whole blame Yankee caboodle tuke a blaze et me, I reckon, leastwise they wus most durn keerless with ther shootin’ irons, an’ I rode one feller over, knocked him plum off his hoss down ther bank, kerslush inter ther water, by thunder, an’ then ther derned critter I wus a straddlin’ bolted. TLet’s ’bout all I know, Cap, till I lit yere.” There was no doubting the truth of his story, and I held out my hand. “You’r6 a good - man, Jed,” I said heartily, “and so long as we are both alive, a few hard jolts won’t hurt us. Let’s see if the horses are in any condition for service.”

A single glance told the story. The black mare was browsing by the roadside, apparently little the worse for the shock, although a thin line of blood trickled slowly down her flank. But the big roan had not been so fortunate, and lay, head under, stone dead in the middle of the narrow road. Bungay gazed at the motionless figure mournfully. “ ‘Woe worth the chase, woe worth the day, that cost thy life, my gallant gray,’ ” he recited solemnly, “only It’s a roan, an’ I ain’t so durn sorry either." Regrets of any nature, however, were vain, and as the little man positively refused to ride, I mounted again. He trudging along manfully beside me, the two of us set forth once more, our faces turned toward the red dawn. (To be continued) 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.

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FURS IN COMBINATION

BUCH IS FASHION’S ORDER FOR THE COMING WINTER. Beason Will Be Coetly One for the Woman Who Must Be Strictly Up-to-Date—Ermine and Moleskin Have the Choice. “Wider muffs, broader scarfs, fuller cloaks and a profusion of fur trimmings on hats, gowns and all wraps.” So says 1 Dame Fashion when milady quizzed her about her new furs. This news, taken in connection with the fact that price's of pelts of almost every sort are soaring, makes one fairly gasp at the amount of money fashionable women are forced to spend on their winter furs. Next to the increased size of fur pieces this season, the most striking thing about the new fur creations is the combinations. There are almost no coats made of one fur throughout. Coats of seal have beaver, fox or sable collars, and coats of pony have seal

Opera wrap of brocaded wool, with the fashionable low armhole and a novel way of fastening the collar.

or sable collars, and the newest muffs and scarfs are made of two contrasting furs. In fact, any combination of furs is the thing this year. There are, however, exceptions to this rule, and several women of fashion have ordered costly all-ermine coats for evening wear this winter. These ermine coats, by the way, while being anything but bulky, are wonderfully full, and can be fairly wound about the figure. They are masterpieces of the furrier’s skill, but It costs no less than twenty-five hundred dollars to own one of these new ermine wraps. It may be said, howevery, to the comfort of those who bought fur coats last season or the season before, that there is very little radical change in the cut of the more serviceable fur coats this season, and that, except for the addition of a contrasting collar, your caracul, seal or pony coat of last season will need no alterations whatever.

Ermine will be very fashionable this year, especially in combination with moleskin and various black furs. Ermine and moleskin are considered the most suitable evening furs, although, of course, sable —known also as zibellne —is always appropriate at any time. Moleskin, although some authorities say its day has passed, is so graceful and pliable that it will still hold its own. Natural color caracul Is another one of the season’s fancies. A beautiful muff recently displayed in a Fifth avenue window was of black fox, banded on the edge and through the middle with natural color caracul. With black fur this caracul In its natural hue is exceedingly effective.

The furs used for mourning are preeminently lynx, with broad-tail and monkey next In favor. Although none of the furs of a brownish hue are considered suitable for mourning, moleskin is considered most appropriate for half mourning this year. The most fitting furs for children are squirrel and beaver, the more expensive furs being considered hardly in good form for the youngsters.

Aside from the. usual sale of fur muffs, collars and cloaks of various descriptions, there will be an enormouß amount of fur trimming used this year. Most of the diaphanous evening gownß will have fur trimming, and the exquisite evening wraps, of brilliant brocaded silks and chiffons', are frequently edged with sable or ermine. Milliners, too, never made better use of fur. The season’s hats sometimes show two furs charmingly combined.

Small fur bags, to match coat or muff, are to be used this year. Most of the bags are qnvelope shape, with fur handles and wide flaps, fastened with a pearl clasp. Some of the bags have metal mountings and long alljl cord handles.

Mr. William A. Radford will answer questions and give advice FUSE OF COST on all subjects pertaining to th« subject of building, for the readers of this paper. On account of his wide experience as Editor, Author and Manufacturer, he is, without doubt, the highest authority on all these subjects. Address all inquiries to William A. Radford, No. ITS West Jackson boulevnrd, Chicago, 111., and only enclose two-cent stamp for reply.

Although the house here shown Is not large, being 28 feet \yide and 48 feet, 6 Inches long, It gives the observer the Impression of largeness. It is an excellent type of residence for a city In which the lots average 50 feet, a size that will admit of room for a lawn and plenty of space for light and air. A house thus set out amid pleasant surroundings will have all the good points of Its design fully appreciated and displayed to the best advantage. The tendency In the city is toward crowding, on account of the increasing value' of land, of course. This is to be regretted because when lots are too narrow houses cannot be shown to good advantage, no matter what the excellence and artistic qualities of their design may be. Fifty foot lots are large enough to meet most builders' requirements, but in many cities, as in Chicago, for instance, the rule is 35 feet. This disadvantage Is often made greater by the owner’s insistence on a very large house, or by an arrangement of the rooms that requires that the building be wide. Too often the residence is suited to the builder’s demands rather than to

the lot and Its surroundings. Houses of this sort usually have several dark rooms and often are not well ventilated. In a great many cases they are not much better than apartments. Of course,, this difficulty might be avoided by making one fairly large lot of two small ones, but frequently the builder does not feel that he can afford a second lot, and he often further objects to the keeping of a large lawn. But to the normal man the lawn Is the chief joy of the home. The alternative is usually to adapt the house to the lot, to sacrifice some desired feature of the interior arrangements, or even a room or two, in order to attain the really essential light and air. Now the house here shown is adapted to a lot of small size, and yet there will be plenty of room for light and air. It is especially suited for a west frontage, giving the sunshine to all the bedrooms and shade to the living room, the dining-room and the kitchen. And every housewife will agree that a shady kitchen is one of the greatest comforts imaginable. This is a frame cottage or bunga-

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low. The exterior might be treated with rough boards and stained, or cement plaster might be used. It all depends where the house 1b to be built as to the exterior finish. The front porch is 25 feet by 6 feet, 6 lnohes. Entering the house you pass into a vestibule which opens into the living room and also into the front bedroom. The bedrooms, of which there are three, are 12 by 10 feet In size. The living room is 14 feet, 8 inches, by 14 feet, and the dining-room to two feet narrower. The kitchen

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BY WM.A.RADFORD.

has a length of 14 feet, 0 inches, and a breadth of 11 feet. The total coßt of this complete and cozy little home should not exceed SI,BOO.

VIENNA’S WAY WITH WOMEN

Georgian Who Did Not Understand and Resented It Was Forced to Leave the City.

“Vienna is no place for an American to go with his wife," said a man who has Jußt got back from spending part of his honeymoon in the Austrian capital, according to the New York Times. “My own experience was embarrassing, but that of a Georgian who was there during the summer was humiliating.

“I was told that it was considered good form for a man to offer to buy a drink for any woman he met on the street unescorted. If she repelled his advances he apologized and walked away, and both were supposed to forget the incident. “The wife of the Georgian was out alone when an officer, with a smile, bowed to her and invited her into a near by case. She was indignant and ordered him away. He bowed again and went. “Later in the day the woman waa out walking with her husband. She had told him about the Incident of the morning and he waa feeling like almost any southerner would feel if a strange man had accosted his wife. The same officer passed them and the

woman drew her husband'B attention to him. That was enough for the Georgian. He sprang after the other. “ 'What do you mean by insulting my wife?’ he demanded, with other words which some might consider appropriate to such an occasion. Then he hauled off and knocked the officer down. “When the Georgian and his wife reached their hotel at dinner time two officers were there with orders that the trunks of the Americans Bhould be packed and that they be Escorted to the next train leaving for another country. The Georgian protested, but the others insisted, and they escorted him and his wife to the train and saw that they left on it.”

Ancient English School.

Giggleswick school celebrated recently a quarter-centenary, becauao this famous Weßt Riding seminary, though nominally one of King Edward Vl. ’s “Grammar Schools,” was really first founded in 1512 by James Carr, “chaplain to the chantry of the Rood" in Giggleswick parish church, who purchased a piece of land for the purpose from the prior of Durham. FVilcy, the author of the “Evidences or Christianity,” was educated at Giggleswick, where his father- was headmaster. Another famous former alumnus was Doctor Birkbeck,, the creator of mechanics Institutes, but better known to Londoners as the founder of Birkbeck college, A few years ago the school was presented with a magnificent chapel of remarkable architectural design by Mr. ( Walter Morrison. —Westminster Gazette. ,1

We All Read ’Em.

Albert B. Kelley, an advertising expert of Philadelphia, sat In the Markham club, turning the seventy or eighty i, pages—mostly advertising matter—of a weekly. "Advertising Is such an art,” he shld, "that many people actually buy periodicals as much for the advertisements as for the reading matter.” Mr. Kelley smiled. "I sat In an editor’s office the other day,” he continued, “when a poet entered.

‘“Glad to see you’ve accepted that sonnet of mine,’ the poet said, feverishly pushing back his long hair. *1 do hope it will be widely read?’ ‘“lt’s sure to be,’ said the editor. ‘lt’s sure to be. I’ve placed It next to one of our most striking ads.’ ”

Way to Work It.

“What am I to do? My girl wants me to atop smoking cigarettes.” “Pay no attention to her.” “It Is either give up cigarettes, or give up the girl.” “Nonsense. Use diplomacy. Oet her Interested In the coupons, my Vsy ”