Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 7, Number 44, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 28 April 1877 — Page 2

THEMAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

ZKRRE HAUTE, APRIL 28, 1877.

WHICH WILL YOU HAVE.

Good Lack's a maiden light and airy, And leng in one pla^e will not stay That ever restless little fairy

Jlist steals a kiss and slips away. Bat Bad Lack's never in a harry

She keepeth close the heart she wins She says, "there's not the slightest hurry And sits down by your bed and spins.

THE

Circuit Rider

A

LOVE

STORY OF EARLY LIFE IN THE WEST.

BY EDWARD EGGLESTON. Auther of The Hoosier Schoolmaster" End of the World," Mystery of

Metropoli&mlle," etc,

ITbe Circuit Rider was commenced In The Batnrday Evening Mail. Vol. 7, No. i3. April 21. Back numbers can be had of newsd alers, or at this office, or' sent by mail for Ave cento each.0]

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CHAPTER III.—contintt^D. "Mort," said ha, "I'd go anyhow, if I was you. I wouldn't stand it. You go and ran Doll, and lick Bill Conkey'a bay fer him. He'll think you're afeard, ef you don't. The old lady hain't got no right to make you set and listen to old Donaldson on Bech a purty day as this." "Looky here, Hen!*' broke out Morton looking up from the meditative stretching of Dolly's fetlocks, "don't you talk that away about mother. She's every inch a lady, and it's a blamed bard life

bad end—and you and me not promlsin' much better. It's mighty little I kin do to make things kind of easy for her, and I'll go to meetin' every day in the week, 6/ she says so." "She'll make a Presbyterian outen you Mort see ef she don't." "Nary Presbyterian. They's no Presbyterian in me. I'm a hard nut. I would like to be a elder, or a minister, if it was fn me, though, just to see the •mile spread all over her face whenever she'd think about it. Looky here, Hen! I'll tell you something. Mother's about forty times too good for us. When I bad the scarlet fever, and was cross, she used to set on tho side of the bed, and tell me stories, about knights and such like, that she'd read about in grandfather'sbooks when she was a girl—jam up

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ood too, you better believe. I the knights, because they rode fine horses, and was always ready to fight anything that come along, but always fcir and square, you know. And she told me how the knights fit fer their religion, and fer ladies, and fer everybody that had got tromped down by somebody else. I wished I'd been a knight myself. I 'lowed it would be some to fight for somebody in trouble, or somethin good. But then it seemed as if I couldn't find nothin' worth the fightin' fer. One day I«lay a tfeinkin', and a lookin' at mother's white lady hands, and face fit fer a queen's. And in them days she let her hair hang down in long curls, and her black eyes

And with that he proceeded to saddle the restless Dolly, wnile Henry put the aide saddle on old Blase, saving, as he drew the surcingle tight, "For my part, I don't want to fight for nobody. I want to do as I dog-on please." He was meditating the fun he would have oatohing a certain ground hog, when once bis mother should be safely off to meeting.

Morton led old Blase up to the stile and helped his mother to mount, gallantly put her foot in the stirrup, arranged ner long riding skirt, and then mounted his own mare. Dolly sprang forward prancing and dashing, ana chafing against the bit in a way highly

know who was her master. The ride to church was a long one, for there bad never been preaching nearer to the Hisaawaohee settlement than ten miles away. Morton found the sermon rather snore interesting than usual. There still lingered in the West at this time the remains of the controversy between "Old side" and "New side" Presbyterians, that dated itsoriglu before the Revolution. Parson Donaldson belonged to the Old side. With square, combative face, and hard, combative voice, he made war upon the laxity of New-side Presbyterians, and the grievous heresies of the Arminians, and in particular upon the exciting meetings of the Methodists. The great Cane Ridge Campmeeting was yet fresh in the memories of the people, and for the hundredth time Mr. Donaldson inveighed against the Presbyterian minister* who bad originated this first of oampmeetlngs, ana set agoing the wild excitements now fostered dv the Methodists. He •aid that Presbyterians who had anything to do with this fanaticism were led astray of the devil, and the Synod did right in

driving

any

seme of them out.

As for Methodists, they denied "the Decrees." What was that but a denial of salvatlan by grace? And this iuvolved the overthrow of the great Protestant doctrine of Justification by Faith. This Is rather the mental process by which the parson landed himself *t his conclusions, than his way of stating them to his hearers. In preaching, he did not find it necessary to say that a denial of the decrees logically Involved the rest. He translated his conclusions into a statement of fact, and boldly asserted that these crasv, Illiterate noisy, vagabond circuit riders were traitors to Pro* testantlsm, denying the doctrine of Justification, and teaching salvation by the merit of works. There were many divines, on both sides, in that day who thought seal for their creed Justified

amount of unfairness. (But all that

^llorton'a* oombatlveneas was greatly tickled by this discourse, and when they wer® Ag&Fn in th© saddle to iiu0 tb6 ten miles home, he assured his mother that he wouldn't mind coming to meeting often, rain or shine, If the preacher would enly pitch into somebody every time. He thought it wouldn't be hard to be good, if a body could only have something bad to fight. "Don't you re member, mother, how you vied to read to me out of that old ''Pilgrim's Pro* turn." and show me the picture of Christian thrashing Apellyon till bis

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hide wouldn't hold shucks? If I could bt the devil that way, wouldn't, _nd being a Christian." gf ...

Morton felt especially pleased with the minister to-day. for Mr. Donaldson delighted to have the young men come so far to meeting and imagining that lie might be in a "hopeful state of mind, had hospitably urged Morton and his mother to take some refreshment before starting on their homeward journey. It is barely possible that the stimulus of the good parson's cherry bounce had quite as much to do with Morton valiant impulses as the stirring effect of his discourse.

CHAPTER IV. A BATTLE.

The fight so much desired by Morton came soon enough. As he and his mother rode home by a "near cut," little traveled, Morton found time to master Dolly's fiery spirit and yet to scan the woods with the habitual searching glance of a hunter. He observed on one of the trees a notice posted. A notice put up in this out-of-the-wav place surprised him. He endeavored to make his restless steed approach the tree, that he might read, but ber wild Arabian temper took fright at something—a blooded horse is apt to see visions—and she would not stand near the tree. Time after time Morton drove her forward but she as often shied away. At last, Mrs. Goodwin begged him to give over the attempt and come on but Morton's love of mastery was now excited, and he said, "Ride on, mother, if you want to this question between Dolly and me will have to be discussed and settled right here. Either she will stand still bv this sugar tree, or we will fight away till one or t'other lays down to rest."

The mother contented herself with letting old Blaze browse by the road-side, and with shaping her thoughts into a formal regret that Morton should spend the holy Sabbath in such fashion but in her maternal heart she admired his will and courage. He was so like her own father, she thought—such a gentleman! And she could not but hope that he was one of God's elect. If so, what a fine Christian he would be when he should be converted! And, quiet as she was without, her heart was in a moment filled with agony and prayer and questionings. How could she live in heaven without Morton? Her eldest son had already died a violent death in prodigal wanderings from home. But Morton would surely be saved!

Morton, for his part, cared at the moment far less for anything in heaven than he did to master the rebellious Dolly. He rode her all around the tree he circled that maple, first in one direction, then in another, until the mare was so dizzy she could hardly see. Then he held her while he read the notice, saying with exultation, "Now, my lady, do you think you can stand still?''

Beyond a momentary impulse of idle curiosity, Morton had not cared to know the contents of the paper. Even curiosity bad been forgotton in his combat with Dolly. But as soon as he saw the signature, "Enoch Lumsden, administrator of the estate of Hezekiah Lumsden, deceased," he forgot his victory over his horse in his interest in the document itself. It was therein set forth that, by order pf the probste ccurt in and for the county aforesaid, the said Enoch Lumtden, administrator, would sell at

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as if they had alight inside of 'em, you know. She was a queen, I tell you! And all at wunst it come right acrost me, like a flash, that I mout as well be mother's knight through thick and thin and I've been at it ever sinee. I 'low I've give her a sight of trouble, with my plaguey wild ways, and I come mighty blamed nigh runnin' this morning', dogged ef I didn't. But here goes."

ublic auction all that parcel of land to the estate of the said Hezekiah Lunssden, deceased, known and described as follows, to-wit, namely, etc. etc. "By thunder!" broke out Morton, angrily, as he rode away (I am afraid he swore by thunder instead of by pomething else, out of a filial regard for his mother). "By thunder! if that ain't too devilish mean! I s'pose 'tain't enough for Captain Lumsden to mistreat little Kike—he has gone to robbing hiui. He means to buy that land himself or what's the same thing, git somebody to do it for him. That's what he put this notice in this holler fer. The judge is afraid of him and so's eveiybody else. Poor Kike won't have a dollar when he*s ft ro&Q*" "Somebody ought to take Kike's part" said Mrs. Goodwin. "It's a shame for a whole settlement to be oowards, and to lot one man rule them. It's worse than having a king."

Morton loved "Little Kike" and bated Captain Lumsden and this appeal to the anti-monarchic feeling of the time move'd him. He could not bear that his mother, of all. should think him cowardly. His pride was already chafed by Lumsden's condescension, and bis provoking way of keeping Patty and himself apart. Why should he not break with him, and have done with it, rather than stand by and see Kike robbed? But to interfere in behalf of Kike was to mt Patty Lumsden farther away from _iim. He was a knight who had suddenly come in sight or his long sought adversary while his own hands were tied. And so he fell into the brownest of studies, and scarcely spoke a word to his mother all the rest of his ride. For here were bis friendship for little Kike, his innate antagonism to Captain Lumsden, and bis strong cense of justioe, on one side his love tor Patty—stronger than all the rest—on the other. In the stories of chivalry which his mother had told, the love of woman bad always been a motive to valiant deeds for the right. And bow often had he dreamed of doing some brave thing while Patty applauded Now, when the brave thins offered, Patty was on the other aide. This unexpected entanglement of metivee irritated him, as such embarrassment always does a

while the mother, always looking for signsof seriousness in the son, mentally reviewed the sermon of the day, in vain endeavor to recall some passages that might have "found a lodgment in his mind."

Had the issue been squarely presented to Morton, he might even then have choeen Patty, letting the interests of his friends take care of themselves. But he did not decide it squarely. He began by excusing himself to himself:— What could he do tor Kike? He had no influence with the judge he had no money fee buy the land, and be had no

the question and sacrifice his ownhope, and, after all, accomplish nothing tor Kike. No doubt all these consideration* of futility bad their weight with him nevertheless he had an angry consaloushess that he not acting bravely in the matter. That he, Morton Goodwin, who had often vowed that he would not truckle to any man, was ready to shut his eyes to Captain Lu madsn's rascality, in the hope of one day getting bis consent to marry his daughterTlt was this anger with himself that made Morton restless, and hta restlessness took him down to the Forks that Sanday evening, and led him to drink two or three times, in spite of his good resolution not to arink more than once. It was this restlessness that carried him at last to the oabin of the widow Lumsden, that evening, to see her son

Kike was sixteen one of those sallow skinned boys with straight black hair that one sees so often in the southern

latitudes. He was called "Little ®ke only to distinguish him ftbm his father, whb had also borne the name of Hexe-

k«hT

Delicate in health and quiet in

manner, he was a boy of protomid feeling. ana bis emotions were not only rofound but persistent. Dressed in uuckskin breeches and homespun cotton oversbirt, he was milking old Molly when Morton came up. The fixed lines of his half melancholy face relaxed a little, as with a smile deeper than it was broad he lifted himself up and said, "Hello, Mortl come in, old feller!

But Mort only sat still on Dolly, wh»»e Kike came round and stroked her fine neck, and expressed his regret that she

hadn't

run at the Forks and beat Bill

McConkey's bay horse. He wished he owned such "a beast." "Never mind one of these days, when I get a little stronger, I will open that cnck bottom, and then I shall make some money and be able to buyablooded horse like Dolly. Maybe it'll be a colt of Dolly's who knows?" And Kike smiled with a half-hopefulness at the vision of bis impending prosperity. But Morton could not smile, nor could he bear to tell Kike that his uncle had determined to seize upon that very piece of land regardless of the air castles Kike bad built upon it. Morton had made up bis mind not to tell Kike. Why should he? Kike would hear of his uncle's fraud in time, and any mention on his part would only destroy his own hopes without doing anything for Kike. But if Morton meant to be prudent and I^ep silence, why bad he not staid at home? Why come here, where the sight of Kike's slender frame was .a constant provocation to spoech? Was there a self contending against a self? "Have you got over your chills yet?' asked Morton. "No," said the black haired boy, a lit tie bitterly. "I was nearly well when I went down to Uncle Enoch's to work and he made me work in the rain 'Come, Kike,' he would eay, jerking his words, and throwing them at me like gravel, 'get out in the rain. It'll do you good. Your mother has ruined you, keeping you over the fire. You want hardening. Rain is good for you water makes you grow you're a perfect baby.' I tell you, he come plaguey nigh p-ittin' a finishment to me, though."

DoubtlesB, what Morton had drunk at the Forks had not increased his prudence. As usual in such cases, tbe prudent Morton and the impulsive Morton stood the one over against the other and, as always the imprudent self is prone to spriDg up without warning, and take the other by surprise, so now the young man suddenly threw prudence and Patty behind, and broke out with— "Your uncle Enoch is a rascal!" adding some maledictions for emphasis

This was not exactly telling what he had resolved not to tell, but it rendered it much more difficult to keep the secret for Kike grew a little red in the face, and was silent a minute. He himself was fond of roundly denouncing his uncle. But abusing one's relations 'is a luxury which is labeled "strictly private," and this savage outburst from his friend touched Kike's family pride a little. "I know that as well as you do," was all he said, however. "He would swindle his own children," said Morton, spurred to greater vehemence by Kike's evident disrelish of his invective. "He will chisel you out of everything you've got before you're of age, and then make the settlement too hot to hold you if you shake your head." And Morton looked off clown the road. "What's the matter, Mort? What set you off on Uncle Nuck to-night? He's bad enough Lord knows but something must have gone wrong With you. Did be tell you that he did not want you to talk to Patty?" "No, he didn't," said Morton. And now that Patty was recalled to

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be was vexed to think that he had gone so far in the matter. His tone provoked Kike in turn. "Mort, you've been drinking! What brought you down here?"

Here the imprudent Morton got the upper band again. Patty and prudence were out of sight at once, and the young man swore between bis teeth. "Come, old fellow there's something wrong," said Kike, alarmed. "What's up?" "Nothing nothing," said Morton, bitterly, "Nothing,

only

no

your affectionate

uncle has stuck a notice in Jackson's holler—on the side of the tree furthest from the road—advertising your crick bottom for sale. That's all. Old Virginia gentleman! Old Virginia devilt Call a horse thief a parson, will you?" And then be added something about bell and damnation. These two last words had

I guess you can have Dolly,"

said Morton, reluctantly. He knew that if Kike rode Dolly, the Captain would hear of it and then, farewell to Patty! But looking at Kike's face, so mil of pain and wrath, he could not quite refuse. Dolly went home at a tremendous pace, and Morton, commonly full of good nature, was, tor once, insufferably cross at supper time. "Mort. meetin' must 'a' soured on you," said Henry, provokingly. "You are cross as a ooon when ita cornered." "Don't fret Morton: he's worried," said Mrs. Goodwin. 1 he fond

mother

still hoped that the struggle in his mind was the great battle of Armageddon that should be the beginning of abetter life.

Morton went to his bed in the loft with a contempt for himself. He tried in vain to acquit himself of cowardice—the quality which a border man considers the most criminal, Early in the morning he fed DoUy. and got her ready for Kike but no Kike came. After a while, he aaw some one ascending the hill on the other side of the creek. Gould it be Kike? Was he going to walk to Jonesville, twenty miles away? And with his sgue-shaken body? How roundly Morton cursed himself for the fear that made him half refuse the home! For, with one so sensitive ss Kike, a half re­

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fusal was equivalsni to the most tive denial. It wis not too late. Mor» ton threw the saddle and bridle-on Dollar, and mounted

I. Dolly sprang forward, wis saucily In the air, alnutes Morton rode up

rowing her heels and in fifteen minutes alongside Sice. "Here, Kike, jem don't escape that a a «,No, I won't, Morton. I oughtn't to have axed you to let me bave her. I know how you feel about Patty." "Cbnfound—no, I won't say confound Patty—but confound me, ii I'm mean enough to let you walk to Jonesville. I was a devlish coward yesterday. Here, take the horse, dog on you, or I'll thrash you," and Morton laughed. "I tell you, Mort, I won't do it." said Kike, "I'm goin' to walk." "Yes, you look like it! You'll die be fore you git half-way, you blamed little fool you! If you won't take Dolly, then I'll go along to bury your bones. They's no danger of the buzzard's picking such bones, though."

Just then came by Jake Sniger, who was remarkable for his servility to Lumsden. "Hello, boys, which ways?" he asked. "Nowaysjest now," said Morton. "Are you a travelin', or only a goin' some place?" asked Sniger, smiling. "I 'low I'm travelin', and Kike's goin' some place," said Morton.

When Sniger had gone on, Morton said, "Now Kike, the lat's all in the fire. When the Captain finds out what you've done, Sniger is sure to tell that ne see us together. I've got to fight it out now anyhow, and you've got to take Dolly." "No, Morton, I can't."

If Kike had been any less obstinate the weakness of bis knees would have persuaded him to relent. "Well, hold Dolly a minute for me, anyhow," said Morton, dismounting. As soon as Kike had obligingly taken hold of the bridle, Morton started toward borne, singing Burn's "Highland Mary" at the top of his rich, melodious voice, never looking back at Kike till he had finished the song, and reached the summit of the bill. Then he had the satisfaction of seeing Kike in the saddle, laughing to think how his friend bad outwitted him. Morton waved his bat merrily and Kike, nodding his head, gave Dolly the rein, and she plunged forward, carrying him out of sight in a few minutes. Morton's mother was disappointed, when he came in late to breakfast, to see that his brow was clear. She feared that the good impressions of the day before bad worn away. How little does one know of the real nature of the struggle between God and the devil, in the heart of another! But long before Kike had brought Dolly back to her stall, the exhilaration of self sacrifice in the mind of Morton had worn away, and the possible consequences of his action made him uncomfortable.

CHAPTER

V.

A CRISIS.

Work, Morton could not. After his noonday dinner he lifted his flintlock gun from the forked sticks upon the wall where it was laid, and set out to seek for deer,—rather to seek forgetfulne8S of the anxiety that preyed upon him. Excitement was almost a necessity with him, even at ordinary times now, it seemed the Only remedy for his depression. But instead of forgnttingj Patty, he forgot everything but Patty, and for the first time in his life he found it impossible to absorb himself in hunting. For when a frontierman loves, he loves with bis whole nature. The interests of his life are few, and love, having undisputed sway, becomes a consuming passion. After two hours' walking through the unbroken forest he started a deer, but did not see it in time to shoot. He had tramped through the brush without caution or vigilance. He now saw that it would be of no avail to keep up this mockery of hunting. He was seized with an eager desire to see Patty, and talk with her once more before the door should be closed against him. He might strike the trail, and reach the settlement in an hour, arriving- at Lumsden's while yet the Captain was away from the house. His only chance was to see her In the absence of her father, who would surely contrive some interruption if he were present.

So eagerly did Morton travel, that when his return was about half accomplished be ran headlong into the very midst of a flock of wild turkeys. They ran swiftly away in two or three directions, but not until the two barrels of Morton's gun had brought down two

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grammatical relation with the

rest of his speech but in the inind of Morton Goodwin they had very legical relations with Captain Lumsdefi and the subject under discussion. Nobody is quite a Universalist in moments of indignation. Every man keeps a private and select perdition for the objects of bis wrath.

When Morton had thus let out the secret he bad meant to retain. Kike trembled and grew white about the lips. "I'll never forgive him," he taid, huskily. "I'll be even with him and one to carry see if I aint!" He spoke with that slow, revengeful, relentless air that belongs to a black haired, Southern race. "Mort, loan me Doll to-morry?" .he said, preeently. "Can vou de ber? Where are you go ing?" Morton was loth to commit himself by lending his horse. "I am going to Jonesville, to see if I can stop that sale and I've got aright to choose a gardeen. I mean to take one that will make Uncle Enoch open his eyes. I'm goin' to take Colonel Wheeler he hates Uncle Enoch, and he'll see estioe done. As for ridin' Dolly, you enow I can back any critter with four

young gobblers. Tying their

egs together with a strip of paw-paw bark, be slung them across his gun, and laid his gun over his shoulder, pleased that he would not bave to go home empty handed.

As be steps into Captain Lumsden's yard that Autumn afternoon, be is such a man as one likes to see: quite six feet high, well made, broad, but not too broad, about the shoulders, with legs whose litbeness indioate the reserve force of mnse'e and nerve oolled away somewhere for an emergency. His walk is direct, elastic, unflagging he is like his horse, a clean stepper there is neither slouchiness, timidity, nor craftiness in his gait. The legs are as much a test of character as the face, and in both one reads resolute eagerness. His forehead is high rather than broad, his blue eye and curly hair, and a certain sweetness and dignity in his smile, aie from his Sootch-Irish mother. His picturesque coon-skin cap gives him the look of a hunter. The homespun "hunting sbirt" bangs outside his buckskin breeches, and these terminate below inside rawhide boots.

The great yellow dog, Watch, knows him well enough by this time, but like a policeman on duty, Watch is quite unwilling to seem to neglect his function and so be bristles up a little, meets Morton at the gate, and snuffs at his cowhide boots with an air of surly vigilance. The young man bails blm with a friendly "Hello, Watch!" and the old fellow smooths bis back hair a little, and gives bis olumsy bobbed tail tbre* solemn little wags of recognition, comical enough if Goodwin were only la a mood to observe.

Morton bears the hum of the spinning wheel in the old cabin portion of the building, used for a kitchen and loomroom. The monotonous rise and fall of the wheel's tune, now buzzing gently, then louder and louder till its whirr could be heard a furlong, then slacking, then stopping abruptly, then rising to a new climax—this cadenced bum, as be bears it, is made rhythmical by the tread of feet that run back across the room after each climax of sound. He knows the quick, elastic step he tarns away from the straight ahead entrance to the bouss, and passes round to the kitchen door. It is Patty, as he thought and, aa his shadow falls in at the door, •he is in the very set of urging the wheel to it highest impetus she whirls it till it roars, and at the same time nods merrily st Morton over the top of it then she tripe back across the room, drawing the yarn with her left band, which she holds stretched out when the impulse is somewhat spent, and the yarn sufficiently twisted, Patty catches the wheel, winds the yarn upon the spindle, and turns to the door. She changes her spinning stick to the left

and extends her right with a ge* njiti "Howdy, Morton? lulled some turkfijw8« Ii60«

Yea, one tor you and one tor mother." "For me? much obliged! come in and. take a chair."

No, this'll do," and Morton sat upon the doorsiil, doffing his coon skin cap, and wiping his forehead with his handkerchief. "Go on with your spinning, Patty, Hike to see you spin." "Well, I will. I mean to spin two dozen cuts to-day. I've been at it since five o'clock."

Morton was glad, indeed, to have her spin. He was, in bis present perplexed state, willing to avoid all conversation except such broken talk as might be carried on while Patty wound the spun yarn upon the spindle, or adjusted a new roll of wool.

Nothing shows off the grace of- the female figure as did the old spinning wheel. Patty's perfect form was disfigured by no stays, or pais, or paniers— her swift tread' backwards witn her upraised left hand, ber movement of the wheel with the right, all kept her agile figure in lithe action. If plastic art were not an impossibility to us Americans, our stone cutters might long since have ceased, like school boys, to send us back from Rome imitation Venuses, and counterfeit Hebes, and lank Lincolns aping Roman senators, and stagey Washingtons on stage horses —they would by this time have found out that in our primitive life there are subjects enough, and that in mythology and heroics we must ever be dead copyists. But I do not believe Morton was thinking ef art at ail, as he sat there in the Oc tober evening sun and watched the little feet, yet full of unexhausted energy after traveling to and fro all day. He did not know, or care, that Patty, with her head thrown back and her left arm half outstretched to guide her thread, was a glorious subject for a statue. He had never seen marble, and bad never heard of statues except in the talk of the old schoolmaster. How should he think to call her statuesque? Or how should he know that the wide old log kitchen, .with its loom in one corner, its vast fire place, wherein sit the two huge, black andirons, and wherein swings an iron crane on which bang pot nooks with iron pots depending—the old kitchen, with its bark covered joists high over bead, from which are festooned strings of drying pumpkins—how should Morton Goodwin know that this wide old kitchen, with its rare centrepiece of a fine featured, fresh hearted young girl straining every nerve to spin two dozen cute of yarn in a day, would make a genre piece, the subject of which would be good enough for one of the old Dutch masters? He could not know all this but he did know, as he watebed the feet treading swiftly and rythmically back and forth, and as he saw the fine face, ruddy with the vigorous exercise, looking at him over the top of a whirling wheel whose spokes were invisible—he did know that Patty Lumsden was a little higher than angels, and be shuddered when he remembered that tomorrow, and indefinitely afterward, be might be shut out from her father's house.

It was while be sat thus and listened to Patty's broken patches of sprightly talk and the monotonous symphony of her wheel, that Captain Lumsaen came into the yard, snapping his rawhide whip against his boots, and walking, in bis eager, jerky fashion, around to the kitchen door. "Hello, Morton! here, eh? Been hunting? This don't pay. A young man that is going to get on in the world oughtn't to set here in the sunshine talking to the girls. Leave that for nights and Sundays. I'm afeard you won't get on if you don't work early and late. Eh?" And the captain chuckled

his hard little laugh. th

Morton felt all the pl rious afternoon vanish, as he rose to

g°.

He laid the turkey destined for Patty In-

side the door, was about to leave. tain had lifted the white gourd at

took up the other, and Meantime the eaptne

well curb, to satisfy his thirst "I saw Kike just now," he said, in a fragmentary way, between his sips of water—and Morton felt his face color at the first mention of Kike. "I saw Kike crossing the creek on your mare. You oughtn't to let bim ride her she'll break his fool neck yet. Here comes Kike himself. I wonder where he's been to?"

Morton saw, in the fixed look of Kike's eyes, as he opened the gate, evidence of deep passion but Captain Enoch Lumsden was not looking for anything remarkable about Kike, and he was accustomed to treat him with peculiar indignity because be was a relative. "Hello, Kike!" he ssid, ss his nephew approached, while Watch faithfully Bniflfed at his heels, "where've you been cavorting on that Alley to-day? I told Mort he was a fool to let a snipe like you ride that she-devil. She'll break your blamed neck some day, and then there'll be one fool less." And the captain chuckled triumphantly at the wit in his way of putting the thing. "Don't kick that dog! What an ill natured ground hog you air! If I bad the training of you, I'd take some of that out." "You haven't got the training of me, and you never will have."

Kike's face was livid, and bis voice almost inaudible. "Come, eome, don't be impudent, young man," chuckled Captain Lumsden. "I don't know what you call impudence," said Kike, stretching hie slender frame up to its full height, and if he had an ague chill shaking as rrant and a scoundrel!" "but you area tyri "Tut! tut! Kike, you're crazy, yon little brute. What's up?" "You know what's up. You want to cheat me out of that bottom land you have got it advertised on the backside of a tree in North's holler, without consulting mother or me. I have been over tp Jonesville to-day, and picked out Colonel Wheeler to act as my gardeen." "Colonel Wheeler? Why, that's an insult to me!" And the Captain ceased to laugh, and grew red. "I hope it is. I couldn't get the judge to take back the order for the sale of the land he's afeard of you. But now let me tell you something, Enoch Lumsden! If you sell my land by that order of the court, you'll lose more'n you'll make. I ain*t afeard of the devil nor none of bis angels and I reckon you're one of the blackest. It'll cost you more burnt barns and dead bosses and cows and hogs and sheep than what yon make will pay for. You cheated pappy, but you ehan't make nothin* out or Little Kike. I'll torn Ingi ld Ini

Morton. Morton hold ef Kike. "Come, Kike! wrothy," said he. "Keep bands often me, Mort Goodwin," said Kike, shaking loose* 'Tve got an aoconnt to settle, and ef he etches a thread of my coat with a oowhid?, it'll be a bad day ter both on us. We'll settle with blood then." "It's no use for you to interfere, Mort," snarled the captain. "I know well enough Who put Kike up to this. I'll settle with both of you, some day" Tben.wilh-an oath, tbe captain went into the house, while the two young men moved away down th# road, Morton not during to look at Patty.

What Morton dreaded most haa come upon him. As for Kike, when once they were out of sight of Lumsden's the reaction on his feeble frame was terrible. He sat down on a log and cried with grief and anger, "The worst of it is, Iwe ruined your chances, Mort," said ho.

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