Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 7, Number 45, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 5 May 1877 — Page 2

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Nonsense!

How atupld

sat down on

Why, John, yoa

are dreaming:

You surely can't mean in the least what you say, Go on in the barnyard, the cows are all waiting:

The calves most be fed and the milk pat away.

Let them wait? No, Indeed. Why, John did 1 ever! thought you were always so steady at work For years you've been held a? a pattern to others.

And never was known tlie least doty shirk. ,«

.« ,. a., jstf.--a.if wm£' Oh, you mean t« remain till I tell you I love you.

How tiresome you are, John I I lore you, of course, No—stay where you are, John, as I love all good people.

Now don't look so cross, John I might huve said worse.

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You're going away now to leave me JoreveM Stay, John. Just one moment sit down Main, please. You kn*w that from childhood, liko sister and brother

We've been, and I-well, I was always a 4.

rail

Love yon bent Peyour wife Let us wait a few years John There's time ODOugh yet we're both young, you know, Hark! the clock's striking six, and my sup per's not ready

Let go of my hand, sir how can yoif act so You will have the word frem my lips? Well, then, tafce it:

How wilful yoa are, John How bold, I declare! There's a footstep! Thank goodness that somebody's coming

It's mother! Now kiss me again, if you

dare!

.}• •.« .** THE

'iJ A LOVE STORY OF EARLY LIFE IN THE WEST.

"-•••Br EDWARD EGGLE6TOTST.

Auther of The Hoosier Schoolmaster," End of the World" Mystery of Metropolisviile," etc.

[The Circuit Rider was commenoed In The Saturday Eveniug Mail Vol. 7, No. «3. April 21. Back numbers can be had of newsd alers, or at this ofllce, or seflt by (9* Ave oentseach.^l

CHAPTER VI. .-.t TINS FALL HUNT.

Morton led Kike home in silence, and then returned to his father's house, deposited his

turkey

and

broken ebair by the fire

place. His father,

hypochondriac,

nard of hearing, and slow of thought and motion, looked at him steadily for a moment, and then said: "Sick, Mort? Goin' to have a chil?" "No, sir." "You look powerful dauncy," said the old man, as he stuffed his pipe full of leaf tobaoco whioh he bad chafed in liis hand, and sat down on tho other side of the fire-place. "I feel a kind of all overishness myself. I 'low we'll have the fever in the bottoms this year. Hey?" *14 "I don't know, sir." "What?" "I said I didn't know." Morton found it hard to answer his father with deoency. The old man sain "Oh," when he understood Morton's last reply and perceiving that his son was averse to talking, he devoted himself to his pipe,' and to acheeiful revery on the awful consequences that might result, if "the fever," which was rumored to have bro- *. ken out at Chilocothe, should spread to the Hissawacbee bottom. Mrs. Goodwin took Morton's moodiness to be a fresh evidence of the working of the Divine

Spirit in his heart and she began to hope more than ever that he might prove to be oue of the elect. Indeed she thought it quite probable that a boy BO good to his mother would be one of the

Sid

recious few for though she knew that election was unconditional, and of

Sere

aoe, she could not help feeling that was an antecedent probability of Morton's being chosen. She went quietly and cheerfully to hor work, spreading the thin corn-meal dough on the clean hoe used in that day instead of a griddle, for baking the "hoe-cake," and putting the hoe in its place before the lire, setting the sassafras, tea to draw, skimming the milk, and arranging the plates—white, with blue edges—and the yellow cups and saucers on the table, and all the while praying that Morton might be found one of those before «the foundation of the world to be sanetided and saved to the glory of God. •1 The revery of Mr. Goodwin about the possible breaking out of the fever, and 't the meditation of his wife about the hopeful state of her son! and the painful reflections of Morton about the disastrous break with Captaiu Lumsden—all three set agoing primarily by one cause were all three simultaneously interrupted by the appearance of the younger son, Henry, at the door, with a turkey. "Where did yon get that?" asked his mother. "Captain Lumsden, or Patty, seat it," "Captain Lumsden, eh?" said the father. "Well, the captain's clever, I 'low." "He sent it to Mort by little black

Bob, and said it was with Miss Patty's eomethin' or other—eouptemmte, Bob oalled 'em," "Compliments, eh?" and the father looked at Morton, smiling. "Well,

J[ort

OB're gettin' on there mlghtv «*st, but how did Patty come to send a turkey?" The mother looked anxiously at her son, seeing be, did not evince any pleasure at so singular a present from Patty. Morton was obliged to explain the state of affairs between himself 1 and the captain, which he did in aa few words as possible. Of course, he knew I that the use of Patty's name In returnlug the turkey was a ruae of Lumsden'a, to give him additional pain. '•It's bad," said the father, as he filled his pipe again, alter supper. "Quarreled with Lumsden! He'll drive us off.

We'll all take the fever"—for every evil that Job Goodwin thought of immediately became inevitable, In his imagination—"we'll all take the fever, awl have to make anew settlement la winter Hint*." Saying this, Goodwin took his pi pa out of his mouth, rested his elbow on his knee, and hi* head on his hand, "diligently exerting his Imagination' to make real and vivid the worn possible events eohosivablefctiin this new and improved standpoint of despair*

But the wise mother set herself to planning and *vben eight o'clock had $ come, and Job Goodwin had forgotten I the fever, having into a dt«e in his shuck-bottom chair, Mis. Goodwin

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fold Morton that the best tfctag for him and Kike^o^ ttetaitt tlement until Ihe_j^ptaln\ shotiid time to ooolpft. "KlkeoujiittfTfag(||n does. anytSing, deamrate. some meat forwiitewknd ItWa little early jet, you'd better start off with Kike in thdptorning," she said.

Always fond of hunting, anxious now to drown pain and forebodings in some excite fnent, Morton did not need a seaoud suggestion from his mother. He feared bad results from Kike's temper and though be bad little hope of any relentingon Lumsden's part, he had an eager desire to forget his trouble in a chase after bears and deer. He seised his cap, saddled and mounted Dolly, and started at once to the house of Kike's mother. Soon after Morton went, bis father woke up, and, finding bis son gone out, complained, as he got ready for bed, that tho boy would "ketch the lever, certain, runnln' 'round that away at night."

Morton found Kike in & state of exhaustion—pale, angry, and sick. Mr. Brady, the Irish school-master, from whom the boys had received most of their education and many a sound whipping, was doing his best to divert Kike fr?m bis revengeful mood. It is a singular fact in the history of the West, that so large a proportion of tte first school-masters were Irishmen ot uncertain history. "Ha! Moirton, Is it you?" said Brady "I'm roight glad to see ye. Here's this b'y says hay'd a shot his own uncle as shore as hay'd toicbed him with his roidin'-fwbip. An' I've been a-axin ov him fwoi bay hain't blowed out me brains a dozen times, say in' oine lathered him with baieh switches. I didn't guissfwata saltpayter kag hay wuz, sure. Else I'd a had him sarched for foire-arms before iver I'd a venter'd to inform him which end of the alphabet was the bayginnin'. Hay moight a busted me impty pate for tellin' him that A wusn't B.

It was impossible for Morton to keep from smiling at the good old fellow's banter. Brady was bent on molifyin Kike, who was one of the brightest an most troublesome pupils, standing next to Patty and Morton in scholarship though much younger.

Kike's mother a shrewd but illiterate woman, was muoh troubled to sea him in so dangerous a passion. "I wish he wus leetle-er, ur bigger," she said. "An' fwoi air ye afther wishing that same, me dair madam?" asked the Irish man. "Bekase," said the widow, "ef he was leetle-er, I could whip it outen him: ef he was bigger, he wouldn't be sich fool. Boys is alters powerful troublesome when they're kinder 'twixt and 'tween—nary man nor boy. They air boys, but they feel so muoh bigger'n they used to be, that they think, theirselves men, and talk about shootin', and all sich like. Deliver me from a boy jest a leetle too big to bp laid across your lap, and larnt what's what. Tho', ef

I ao say it, Kike's been a oncommon

ge's

outside the door,

ood sort of boy to me mostly, only got a oncommon lot of red peper into him, like bis pappy afore him, and he's one of them you can't turn. An' as for Enoch Lumsden, I would be glad efhe wuz shot, oa'y I don't want no little fool like Kike to go to fightin' a man like Nuck Lumsden. Nobody but God A'mighty kin ever do jestice to his case an' it's a blessed comfort to me that I'll meet him at the Jedgmentday. Nothin' does my heart so much

food,

like, as to think what a bill ruck'll have to sett-e then, and how he can't browbeat the Jedge, nor shake a mortgage in Ats face, It's the on'y rale nice thing about the Day of Jedgment, akordin'to my thinkin'. I mean to call his attention to some things then He won't say much about his wife's belongin' to fust families tbar, I 'low."

Brady laughed long and loud at this sally or Mrs. Hezekiui Lumsden's and even Kike smiled a little, partly at his mother's way of putting things, and partly from the contagion of Brady's merry disposition.

Morton now proposed Mrs. Goodwin's plan, that he and Kike should leave early in the moaning, on the fall huut. Kike felt the first dignity of manhood on him he knew that, alter his high tragic stand with his uncle, be ought to stay, and fight it out but then the opportunity to go on a long hunt with Morton was a rare one, and killing a bear would be almost as pleasant to his boyish ambition aa shooting nis uncle. "I don't waut to run away from him. He'll think I've backed out," he said, hesitatingly. "Now, I'll tell ye fwat," said Brady, winking "you put out and git some bear's lie for your noice black hair. If the cap'n makes so bowld as to sell ye out of house and home, and crick bottom, fwoile ye're gone, it's yerself as can do the burnin' afther ve git back. The barn's noo..and 'tainTt quoit saysoued yit. It'll burn a dale better fwen

the captain, and him ye're own dair uncle, ye know. He'll keep till ye oome back. If I say anybody a goin' to craek him owver, I'll list spake a good word for ye, an' till htm as the oaptin's afilctionate niphew has got the fust pop at him, by roight of bayln' blood kin, sure."

Kike oould not help smiling grimlv at this presentation of the matter ana while he hesitated, his mother said he should go. She'd bundle him off in the early morning. And long before daylight, the two boys, neither of whom had slept during tho night, starting, with guns on their shoulders, and with the venerable Blaze for a pack-horse. Dolly was a giddy young thing, that could not be trusted in business so grave i-C a,' S

CHAPTER VII. TBSX1N9 A PJtKACHXR.

Had I but I thought myself iif time to call this history bj one of those gentle titles now in vogue, as "The Wild Hanters of the Far West." or even by one of the labels with which tho juvenile and Sunday-school literature—milk for babes—is now made attractive, as, for instance, "Kike, the Young Bear Hunter." I might here have entertained the reader with a vigorous description of the death of Bruin. fierce and fat, at the bands of the triumphant Kike, and of the exciting chase after deer under the direction of Morton.

After two weeks of such varying suecees a« hunters aave, they found that it would be neomsary to forego the discomforts of camp-fife for a day, and visit the nearest settlement in eroer to to-

enish tbei!- stock of ammunition. Wil_ins' store, which was the center of a settlement, was a double log-building. In one end the proprietor kept for sale powder and lead, a few bonneta, cheap ribbons, and artificial flowers, a small stock of earthenware, and cheap crockery, a Little homespun cotton doth, some belts of Jeans and linaey, hanks of yarn and skeiusofthresd. tobaoco for smoking and tobacco for "chawing a little "•tore-tea"—so called in contradistinction to the ssge. sassafras and crop-vine teas in general use—with a plentiful stock of whisky, and seme apple-bran-dy. The other end of this building was

rest,

TERRE HAUTE SAJ-URDAY EVENING MAIL. Hi

rou, without t'other man happens to do up slicker'n you do. I don't believe he can, though. That was got off very nice."

Burcbard was acute enough to join in the laugh which this silly produced, and to make friends with Morton, who was clearly the leader of the party, and whose influence was worth securing.

Nothing grows wearisome as soon as idleness and play, and as evening drew ou, the croya tired even of Mr. Burchard's choice Hection of funny anecdotes—little stories that had been aired in the same order at every other tavern and store in the county. From sheer ennui it waa proposed that they should attend Methodist preaching at* a house two miles away. They could at least get seme fun out of it. Burcbard, foreseeing a disturbance, excused himself. He wished he might enjoy the sport, but he must push on. ADd "push on" he did. In a closely contested election, even Methodist votes were not thrown away.

Morton and Kike relished the expedition. They had heard that the Methodists were a rude, canting, illiterate race, cloaking the worst practices uuder an appearance of piety. Mr. Donaldson had often fulminated against them from the pulpit, and they felt almost sure that they could couut on his apostolic approval in th6ir laudable enterprise of of disturbing a Methodist meeting.

The preacher whom they heard was of the roughest type. His speech was full ot dialectic forms and ungrammatioul phrases. His illustrations were exceedingly uncouth. It by no means followed that he was not an effective preacher. All these defects wero rather to his advantage,—the backwoods rhetoric was suited to move the backwoods audience. But the party from the tavern were in no mood to be moved by anything. They came for amusement, and set themselves diligently to seek it Morton was ambitious to lead among his new friends, as he did at home, and on this oocaaion he made use of his rarest gift. The preacher. Mr. Mellen, was just getting "warmed up" with his theme he was beginning to sling hie rude metaphors to the right and left, and the audience was fast coming under his influence, when Morton Goodwin, who had ouitivated a ventriloqulal gift for the diversion of country parties, and the diaturbanoe of Mr. Brady's school, now began to squeak like a rat in a trap, looking all tbe while straight at the preacher, as if profoundly Interested in the discourse. The women were startled and tbe grave brethren turned their austere faces round to look stern reproofs at the young mer. In a moment the squeaking oeased, and there began the shrill yelping of a little dog, waich seemed to be on the women's side of the ro«in. Brother Mellen, the preacher, paused, and was about to request that the dog should be removed, when ho began to suspect from the sensation among the young men that the disturbance was from them. "You needn't be afeard, sisters," he said, "puppies will baik, even when tbey walk on two legs inatid of four."

Tnis rdde joke produced a laugh, but gained no permanent advantage to the preaoher, for Morton, being a stranger, did not care for.the good opinion of the audience, but for the applause ol the rang revelers with whom he had come, mie keptsileuce now, until tbe preacher again approached tae climax, swinging his stalwart arms and raising his voice to a tremendous pitch in the endeavor to make tbe day of doom seem sufficiently terrible to his hearera. Aft last, when he got to the terror of tbe wicked, he cried out dramatically, "What are theee awful sounds I hear?" At this point be made a pause, which would have been very effective, had it not been for young Goodwin. "Caw! caw! caw-aw! caw!" he, sald,J mimickink crow. "Young man," roared tbe preaoher, 'you are hair-bung and biwut-ahakaa over that pit that has no bottom." "Oh, golly!" piped tbe voice of Morton, seeming te come from nowhere in particular. Mr. Mellen now oeased preaching, and started toward the part of tine room in which tbe young men

hMt tfeincr for htm a lanre room, festooned witfgfaOTpgs of sat, evidently intending l!Sr *.bf

a large room, festoon IUIMMD, enor tusiimtMaak ai^ligHtsaffl' djW #itl| fou|lligbt« ciSSs. In this roonLwhlch flntainSd a*d intp1oAa^,TWHW fkviily lived anamept tel-

In the early West, Sunday was a day sacred to Diana and Bacchus. Our yuung Mends visited the settlement at Wilkins' ou that day not because they bad begun to gat lonely, aud they knew that Sunday would not fail to find some frolic in progress, and in making hew acquaintances, iifty .miles from home, they would bo able to relieve the tedium of the wilderness with games at cards, and other social enjoyments,

Morton ancIKike arrived at Wilklos' combined store and tavern at ten o'clock in the morning, and found the expected crowd of loafers. The new oom?rs "took a band" in all the sports, the jumping, the fool-racinjr,

the

quoit-

pitching, the "wras'lin," the targetshooting, the poker-playinc, and the

ana were soon accepted as clever fellows. A frontlerman cou!d bestow

higher praise—to be a clever fellow -in his sense was to know how to lose at cards, without grumbling, the peltries bard-earned in hunting, to be always ready to change your coon-skins into "drinks for the crowd," and to be able to hit a three inch "mark" at two hun dred paces Without bragging.

Just as the sports had begun to lose their zest a little, there walked up to the tavern door a man in bomespun dress, carrying one of his shoes in his hand, He looked a trifle over thirty years of age, and an acute observer might have

geen

uessed fiom bis face that his life had one of daring adventure, and many vicissitudes. There were traces aiso

conflicting purposes, of a certain stren gt! and a certain weakness of character the melancholy history of good intentions overslaughed oy bad pissions and evil associations was written in his countenance. "Some feller 'lectioneerin', I'll bet," said one of Morton's companions.

The crowd gathered about the stran

ger, who

spoke to each one as though

he had known him always. He' proposed "the drinks" as tho surest road to au acquaintance, and wheu all had drunk, the stranger paid the score, not in skins but in silver coin. "See here, stranger," said Morton, mischievously, "you're mighty clever, by hokey. What are you running fer?"

Well, gentlemen, you guessed me out that time. I 'low to run for sheriff next heat," said the stranger, who affected dialect for the sake of popularity. "What mout your name be?" asked one of the company. "Marcus Burchard's my name when I'm at home. I live at Jenkiusville. I sot out in life a poor boy. I'm so used to bein' bar'footed that my shoes hurts my feet, an' I have to pack ane of 'em in my hand moet of the time."

Morton here set down his glass, and looking at the Btranger with perfect seriousness said, dryly: "Well, Mr. Burchard. I never heard that speech so well done before. We're all goin' to vote for

Mr. Mellen was perplexed. 1 voice wauderiug about Jd have been too much for

Hercules himself. When the baflied or* a tor turned back to begin to preach again, Morton squeaked in an **:«*»v®» tfug falsetto, but iritb a good imitation of Mr. Mellen's inflections, "Halr-hun and breezs-shaken!"

And when the angry preacher turned fieroely upon him, tbe scoffer was already fleeing through tho door.

CHAPTER Vm.

sons

A LKSSBN IN SYNTAX.'

The young men were gone until the latter part of November. Several per

longed for their return. Mr. Job Goodwiu, for one, began to feel a strong conviction that Mort had taken the fever and died in the woods. He was also very sure that each succeeding day would witness some act of hostility toward himself on the part of Captain Lumsden and as each day failed to see any evil result from tbe anger of his powerful neighbor, or to bring any tidings of disaster to Morton, Job Goodwin faithfully carried forward tbe dark foreboding with compound interest to the next day. He abounded in quotations of such Scripture texta aa set forth the fact that man's days were few and full of trouble. The book of Ecclesiastes was to him a perennial fountain of misery—he delighted to found his despairing auguries upon the superior wisdom of Solomon. He looked for Morton's return with great anxiety, hoping to find that nothing worae had happened to him than tbesbooting away of an arm. Mrs. Goodwin, for her part, dreaded the evil influences of tbe excitements of hunting. She feared lest Morton should fall into the bad habits that had carried awav from home an older brother, for whose untimely death in au affray she had never ceased to mourn.

And Patty! When her father had on that angry afternoon discovered tbe turkey that Morton had given her, and had sent it home with a message in her name. Patty had borne herself like the proud girl that she was. She held her head alolf: She neither indicated pleasure nor displearsure at her father's course she would not disclose any liking for Morton, nor any complaisance toward her father. This air of defiance aljout her Captain Lumsden admired. Tt showed her mettle, he said to himself. Patty would almost have finished that two dozen outs of yarn if it had cost her life. She even managed to sing, toward tbe last of her weary day of work and when, at nine o'clock, she reeled offher twen-ty-fourth cut,—drawing a sigh of relief when the reel snapped,—ana hung her twelve hanks uptogether, she seemed as blithe as ever. Her sickly mother, aitting, knitting iu band, with wan face bordered by bite cap-frill, looked approvingly on Pattv's achievement. Patty showed her good blood, waa tbe Another's reflection.

But Patty? She did not hurry. She put everything away carefully. She was rather alow about retiring. But when at last she went aloft into her room in tbe old block-house part of tbe building, and shut and latched her door, and set her candle-stick on the high, Oldfashioned, home-made, dressing-stand, she looked at herself In tbe little look-ing-glass and did not see there the face she had been able to keep while tbe eyes of others were upon her. Shs saw weariness, disappointment, and dejeo tion. Her strong will held her up. She undressed herself with habitual quietness. She even stopped to look again in self-pity at her face as she stood by tbe glass to tie on her night-cap. But whenatlaatshe die, and care wick, and had c. «, high, billowy feather-bed under the raiters, she buried her tired head in the pillow and cried a long time, hardly once admitting to herself what she was crying about.

And as the days wore on, and her father ceased to speak of Kike or Morton, and she heard that tbey were out of tbe settlement, she found in herself an ever increasing desire to see Morton. Tbe more she tried to smother her feeling, and the more she denied to herself the existence of the feeling, the more intense did it become. Whenever hunters passed the gate, going after or returning laden with game, she Ktopped involuntarily to gaze at them. Bit she never failed, a moment later, to affect an indifferent expression of countenance and to rebuke herself for curiosity so idle. What were hunters to her?

But one eveniug LUO travelers whom she looked for went by. They were worse for wear their buckskin pantaloons were torn by briers their tread was heavy, for they bad traveled since daylight but Patty, peering through oue of the port-holes of the block*house, did not fail to recognize old Bias?, burdened as be was with venison, bear-meat and skins, uor to bote how Morton looked long and steadfastly at Captain Lumsden's house as if hoping to catch a glimpse of herself. That look of Morton's sent a blush of pleasure over her face, whioh she oould not quite conceal when she met the inquiring eyes of a younger brother a minute later. But when she saw her father gallop rapidly down the road as if in pursuit of the young' men, her sense of pleasure changed quickly to foreboding.

Morton and Kike bad managed, for the most part, to throw off their troubles in tbe excitement of bunting. But wbep at last they had accumulated all the meat old Blaze oould carry and all tbe furs tbey oould "pack," they had turned thair steps toward home. And with the turning of tbeir thoughts toward old perplexities. Morton then confided to Kike bis intention of leaving tbe settlement and leading the life of a hermit in the wilderness in case It should prove to be "all ofl" between bim and Patty. And Kike said that his mind was made up. If he found that his uncle Enoch bad sold the land, he would be revenged in some way and then run off and live with tbe Indians. It is not uncommon for boys now-a-days to make stem resolutions in moments of wretchedness which tbey never attempt to carry out. But tbe rude life of this West developed deep feeling and a hardy persistence in a purpose once formed. Many a young man croast in love or incited to revenge has already taken to tbe wilderness, becoming either a morose hermit or a desperado among the savages. A| the period of life when the animal fights bard, destiny often hangs very perilously balanced. It was at that day a question in many eases whether a young man of force would beoome a rowdy or a olass-leader.

When once our hunters had entered tbe settlement they became more depressed than ever. Morton's eyes searched Captain Lumrden's bouse and yard in vain for a sight of Patty. Kike looked sternly ahead of him, rail of rage that he abould have to be reminded of hia uncle's existence. And when, five minutes later, they beard horae-boofli behind them, and, looking back, saw Captain Lumsden himself galloping af-

sad-

Kike did not speak, for the reason that he could not. "What a little fool you was to make sich aluss about ncthiufc! I didn't sell it, of course, when you didn't want ine to, but you ought to have a little manners in your way of speakinir. Come to me next time, and don't go running to the judge and old Wheeler. If you won't be a fool, you'll lind^ your own kin your best friends. Come over and see me to-morry, Mort. I've got some business with you. Good-by!" and tbe Captain galloped home.

Nor did he fail to o*serve how inqulr Ingly Patty looked at his face to see what ha 1 been the nature of his interview with the boys. With a characteristic love of exerting power over the moods of another, he said, in Patty's hearing: "That Kike is the sulkiest little brute I ever did see."

And Patty spent most of her time du ring the night iu trying to guess what this saying indicated. It was What Captain Lumsden bad wished.

Neither Morton nor Kike could guess what the Captain^ cordiality might signify. Kike was pleased that his land had not been sold, but he was not in the least mollified by that fact. He was glad of his victory and bated his uncle all the more.

After the weary weeks of camping, Morton greatly enjoyed the warm hoecakes, the sassafras tea, the milk and butter, that be got at his mother's table. His father was pleased to have his bo£ back safe and soucd, but reckoned the fever was shore to ketch them all before Christmas or Noo Years. Morton told of meeting with the Captain in some elation, but Job Goodwin shook bis head. He "knowed what that meant, besaid. "The Cap'n always wus sorter deep. Hp'd hit sometime when you didn't know whar tbe lick coin,e from. And he'd hit powerful hard when he did hit, you oe shore."

Before the supper was over, who should come in but Brady. He had heard, be said, that Morton had come borne, aud he was dayloigbted to say him agin. Full of quaint fun and queer anecdotes, knowing all tbe gossip of the settlement, and having a most miscel laneous and disordered lot of information besides, Brady was always welcome he filled the place of a local newspaper. He was a man of much reading, but with no mental aiscipline. He baa treasured all the strange and delightful things be had ever heard or read—the bloody murders, the sudden deaths, the wonderful accidents and incidents of life, the ans snd downs of noted people, ana especially a rare fond of humorous stories. He bad so many of these at command that It was often surmised that he manufactured them. "He '•boarded 'round" during school time, and sponged 'round the rest of the year, if, indeed, a man can be ssid to Sponge who paid ior his board so amply In amusement, information, flattery, and a thousand other goad offices. Good company is scarcer and higher In price in the back settlements than in civiliza tion, and many a backwoods housewife, perishing of ennui, has deolsred that the genial Brady's "company wuz worth his keep,"—an opinion in which husbands and children alwaya coincided. For welcome belonga primarily to woman no man makes another's reception sure until he is pretty certain of his wife's disposition toward the guest.

Mrs. Goodwin set a place for the "master" with right good will, and Brady catechised "Moirton" about his adventures. The story of Kike's first bear roused tbe good lrishman's enthusiasm, and when Morton told of his encounter with tbe circuit-rider, Brady laughed merrily. Nothing was too bad in his eyes for "a man that undertook to prache afore bay could parse." Brady's own grammatical knowledge, indeed, had more influence on his paraing than on bis speech.

At last, when supper was ended, Morton came to the strangest of all his adventures—the meeting with Captaiu Lumsden and while he told it, tbe schoolmaster's eyes were brimming full of fun. By tbe time the story was finished, Morton began to suspect that Brady knew more about it than he affected to. "Looky here, Mr. Brady," he ssid, "I believe you oould tell something about this thing. What made the coon come down so easy?" "Tut! tut! and ye shouldn't call yer own dair father in-law (that is to bay) aooan. Ye ought to have larn't some manners agin this toime, with all the batlna I've gin ye for disrespect to yer supayriors. An* ispleisliy to thim as is closte akin to ye."

Little Henry, who sst squat upon the hearth, tickling the ears ot a sleepy dog with a straw, saw an infinite deal of fun in tbia rig on Morton. "Well, but you didn't answer my question, Mr. Brady. How did you fetih tbe Captain round? For I think you did it." "Be gorra I did!" and Brady locked up from under hia eyebrows with his face all a-twinkle with fun. "I Jist parsed the sintinoe In sieh away as to

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ut the Captin in tbe nominative case, loikes to be put in tbe nominative case, does tbe Captin. If iver yer goin' to win the devoine craycher that calls bim father ye'11 bev to lam to parse with Captin Lumsden for tbe nominative.*' Hero Brady gave the whole par' ty a look of triumphant mystery, and dropped bis head reflectively upon bis bosom. "Well, but you'll have to teach me that way of paraing. You left that rule of syntax out last winter," said Morton, seeking te draw oat the master by humoring hisfency. "How did yoa parse tbe sentence with him, while Kike and I were gone?" "Aisy enough don't you say? tbe nominative governs tbe verb, and thin the varb governs 'most all the rist of the sintince." "Give an instance," said Morton, mimicking at the same time tho pompous air and authoritative voice with which Brady was accustomed to make such a demand of a pupil. "Will, thin, I'll till ye, Moirton. But ye must all be quiet about it. I wint to say the Captin soon afther yerself And Koike carried yer two impty skulls into the woods: An' I looked koind of con-fidintial-ioikeat the Captin, an' I siz, 'Captin, ye ought to ripriaint this country in tne legislator,' sfz I." "Do you think so, Brady? sis he.

"It's fwat I've, the gitti more the rist to ex%rt siz I

ith ex-

"wbat the aeeing conten-

:ed himssif with Kfeklng Carefully to the priming of his flintlock, oonfontsing hia lipa ana walking straight forward. "Hello, boys! Howdy? Got a nioe paaael of furs, eh? Had a good time?" "Pretty good, thank you, sir!" said .Morton* astonished at tbe greeting, but eager enough to be on good term*, apaln with Patty's father. Ktke said not a word, but grew white- with speechless anger. "Nice saddle of ven'Son that!" and the Captain tapped It with his cow-hide whip. "Killed a bar, too who killed' it?" "Kike." said Morton. "Party good fer you, Kike! Got over your pout about that land yet?"

I agot tan ins bar,'

Captin

loikedthat,'and he siz, "Will, Brady,' siz be, 'I'm obleeged fer yer anfluence,' siz be. An' I saw I bad 'im.* I'd Jist

Jiutthe

'im in tbe nominative case governn' varb. And I was the varb. Anr I mint to govern tbe rist." Here Brady stopped to smile complacently #n~ joy the mystification of tbe rest?' "Will unirl tn Mm nft.hnr

Will,! said to 'im afther thaU...'Cap-hai tin' siz I, 'ye must be moighty keerful

be pertik'lerkeerful about that matter cf Koike, if I may mako eo bowld,'siz I. 'Ffe* they'll use that ivery fwhere. They're a-talkin' about it now.' An* the Coptiu siz, 'Will, Brijfly. I say I kin tbhistiyd,? aiz he. Art' X" as, "Jfcat ye kin, Captain Lumsden: yo kii\ thrust tbe honor of an Oirish.gintleman,' sizl.jj^ 'Brady,' siz he,,'this me*s of Koike's is a^. bad one fer ni«f,'since the little brat's^. gone and brought ole Wbayler into it,' siz he. 'Ye^bitter belave it is, Captin,?? siz I. 'Fwat s^iiM do,Brady?' siz he." .. 'Spoike the guhs, Captin,' siz I.

CURB—

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Scrofulous Humor.

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Canker.

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Mercurial Diseases. &

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Pain in the Bones.

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Salt Rheum.

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Erysipelas.

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Pimples and Humor8 .an .lh0 Face. ••'.«»

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purifier.

How?'

si she. 'Make it all roight with Koike

and Moirton,'sif t, As fer Moirton,' siz I, 'he's the smartest young man,' siz I (puttin* imphasts on 'jfoitn^,' you say), he's tbe sinsrtgst yowwjijpati/slz I, 'in the bottom and if ye kiii^ftiake au a)loiance with bimi1 siz I,'ye've got the? smartest eld jnah managin' the smartest young man. An' if ye kin make a mat-« rimonial alloiance,' siz I, a-winkin' me? oi at 'im, 'atwixt that devoine young craveber, yer cbarmin'. dauther Patty,' siz I, 'and Moirton, ye've got hlja tethered for loife, and the guns is spoiked,' siz I. An' he siz, 'Bradv, yer Oirish' head is good, afther all. I'll think about it,' siz be. An' that's how I made Captin Lumsden the nominative case governin' the varb—t hat's myself—and thin the varb rlgilatis trie rlftf. '*ButI must go and say Koike, or the little blackbidded fool'll spoil all me contbrivin' and parsio' wid the captin. Betwixt Moirton and Koike and the captin, 'it meself as has got* hard sum in the ftlle oftbray. This toime 1 hope the answer 'II come out all roight, M(u tou, rneb'v?' and Brady slapped him on the shoulder and went out. Then be put bis bead into the door again to say that the answer set down in the book was: "Misthress Patty Goodwin." [TO IMS CONTINUED.]

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