Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 13, Number 20, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 11 November 1882 — Page 6

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

1 HE GIRLS.

.Bear the laoghter of tbe gtrla— Pretty gtrla! •What a fund of merriment each ruby if panfurl#!

How tbey chatter, chatter, chatter, In the balmy air of night! While tbe fttarv that over-apatter AJ! tbe heaven heur their clatter

In a soft and mild delight Keeping time, time, time, in a aort of ringing rhyme, Jo tbe tlnlinnabulation that unseating* ever purls

From lite girls, glrla. girls, Jlrw,glm, giiw, Krom the srtkf .cjiriraciou*. nancy, Jaunty glrta. •See the tlirtiug of the glrta,

Kadlant glrta!

Jtow thcaoftened brain of lover wildly whirls! .Through tbe maze* of the ball .tJpjtnd down tbe stately hall! we aklppeth to and fro.

And pemplres!

Would that we coold tell the iUiol ail we know Of the Area Into which the false one hurls Macb new victim—see ihe flame—bow It swlridl

How it curbi! How it curls!

Better far than they were churls, Thnri fall victim to the girls To tbe prattle and the rattle Of Die girlM, girls, girls,

O lri«, girls, girls,

"To (be sacking anl beurt-racklngof the girls

The Desire of Her Heart.

"I tell you. Jack, tbe farm is not your ^vocation. I become more and more convinced of the fact every day, and le*a contented with the life we are leading." "You are dinsatlstfod with your lot—I •ee that plainly, Nell," said Jack, a trifle sadly. "Ob, nonaenae," I put in. "Not with my lot, nor with you, only with the farm, Jack. I'm tired to death with this prony. humdrum life, and I hate to see you delving and tolling like a slave from one year's end to another." **liut, my dear," auggcated Jack, "one miuat live and have bread and butter." "Toheauro, Jack but why not earn 414(1 a more genteel fashion?" "Honest labor is always genteel,

Noil." "Oh, pshaw! you understand me, •Jack. 1 mean that you have capacities for Homethlng better. You only cling •to the old farm to please your fathor, wheti you could do a hundred-fold better el*ewhere. And besides where is our hcn iety in this place, Jack? What (•banco in there for our children as they grow up?" "Ah. Nell, that is looking so far •head," he said "and, my dear, you •asm to forget that I have lived here all my life." "Oh, no, I don't forget. Aiid pray wliat have you done, Jack "Have led an upright life, and married you." "Hut you didn't pick me up amid the clovnr blossoms, Jack don't forget that. You found me in town, and, Jack, dear, J*m anxious to get back again to my native element. 1 am tired of all this.

You can set on ever so nicely in town, Jack and there we can get into society." "Our means are not inexhaustible, Veil." "I'm aware of that, Jack, but we've tanoagh for a start, and Vanborough -ttflfarn you a good place in the bank." "At limited salary, Nell." 4Oh, yes, but you can work your way up—Jack—right up to the topmost round offuo ladder. Do let's go Jack I've liv««l here to please you ever since our .nuu-riage 1 think you can afford to please me a little now." "That's true, bw said, "you can't be expected to care for the farm as I do,

Noll. I promised to make you happy whon you consontad to become my wire, and I 11 try and keep my word. You .•ball havo it all your own way, Noll."

The continuous dropping of water weara the solid stone. I had con-

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my at last, and tbe deof my heart was about to be accomplished.

When Jack once mado up hla mind to ^loathing he did it with all his might. T!»ci matter "was soon settled. Cherry Kiiil, as we called the farm, was sold at great

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and ono sunny morning

«ro turned our backs upon the breexy down* and golden grain tlelds and journey cityward. "I'm afraid you've made a great mistake" said Jack* father, as ho bade us good-bye "you'd better have stuck to the farm. You remember the old saying about rolling stoues?" "I dou't believe in old sayings, sir," I answered loftily, "and I think I can aprectale my husband's abilities better jan any one else can."

On new home in town waa a stylish residence in a fashionable street. We •rtablished ourselves in the principal lioto!. and then net [tbout the task of famishing the bouse", «Mv dear child." aaltf Mr* Vanborough tinker's wife, dropping hi for au early call, "don't dream of such a thing an ittgratn carpet. (Jet Brussel's by all mean*. good hngli&h Brusael's. You'll find it uiueh cheaper In the end, and beside* It is so much more stylish."

We harkcoed to our friand'a advk*, and laid our roouls with Brussels, and tbeeost run up Into the hundreds,

Tbea furniture was got to match, Mrs. vVanbiwugh and several other friends aktfag «r*4n our selection, and all s^rta of prtXtv, eostiy bric-a-brac, and real lace curla}u», and a new piano. My old iuatrumeiit was too plain and clumsy for ib»neweistabll«iin«nt. «*wc ve got snug quarters here, Nell, tw4toorge!" Ite Maid, hiking thrmigh Uw«ttr«vagiU)Uy furnished rooms »:ith Admiring pride. "No one In the town ««ii outoulne n*, not even Vanborough himself. It ha«* tighten*! our purse a •rood deal, l*H admit hut what does that Minify? What trood wiiw of having •jnoorv unless* one enj«ivs it?" ••We must try nud up a HUle now, .Jack, siuce we are nicwly." I laid, Mln| s'»m^»vhat terrified at his

"Pshaw, child Who evw heard of a tMaker's clerk saving anything? If we make both, «uda meet will be more than I look for." "My dkmr." said Mrs. \anhortwigh vbsn «e were pleasantly settled in our hand tome house and had hired a coo of servant*, "I suppose you want to give •bm sort of party now? It Is ousUv mmrf. know. Suppose you let it be inforuval reception, with cards and imffhr for the ok! popple, and jfraitM and dancing for the youn flat wonld do nlrdy

and lc«s and ones

Youcould throw

helo vow to order yoer refreefcroents, «ad ('iMlla will write out your In vita U«Hn f«f wu- Ht»eV an excellent Judge r«alowborni! isexpfcMettttoinvlrt."

I the matter to Jack worn kseatn* .t»«,a»d te wteridlototw npirit of lb* atftdr with fwat excite-

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"To be sure, little wile have a party by all means. When ones in Rome one most do as Romans do, you know. Don't spare expense, either, my dear we must make as* good a show as other people. And I shall take it upon myself to order your costume. I want you to look as grand a& a little empress. "But, Jack," I suggested timidly, we are spending a great deal of money/

But, despite my tears, our reception went on, and it turned out to be a great success. The best people in town honored us with their presence, atd everything, thanks to Mrs. Van borough's foresight, was carried out in tbe most lavish and elegant manner. "By George," said Jack, "this sort of thing is jollier than the ola farm. I see now little wife, that you were right—alwsvs ricbtt"

I would ten timee rather be should have upbraided and blamed me for what I had done.

Tbe winter that followed was exceedingly gay. We were invited eyery where, and our bouse wis constantly filled with guests. Balls, soirees, kettledrums, and the opera seemed to engross every hour. Jack and 1 seldom had a quiet moment together, yet be* seemed to enjoy it all with bis whole heart.

When spring came our last surplus dollar bad Deeu expended, and we were solely dependent on Jack's monthly salary*

The warm weather came on and baby soon fell ill. I hoped day by day that Jack would say something about going back to qis father's for the summer, but be did not even bint at such a thing.

Tbe days grew longer and warmer. The sun shone down with a pitiless splendor and the paved streets seemed like heated brass.

Our fashionable friends fluttered off like summer swallows and we were left almost alone. "Couldn't you manage to make a little trip to the seashore, my dear Mrs. Vanborough had suggested, and Jack had caught at the idea with eagerness. "Wo might, Nell 1 thinK we can. I'll try and borrow a few hundred somewhere." "Oh, Jack, no, no!" I sobbed out in my remorse and despair. "I won't go to tbe seashore. You see how ill the baby is. Ob, Jack, ask your father to let us return home." "Oh, you wouldn't be satisfied, Nell, if we went back. It is dreadfully stupid down there these summer days, with the haymaking and the reaping, and all that sort of thing. We should never be able to endureit now."

I said no more. The long, bright, burning days wore on, and our bills ran up higher and higher, and babv's little breath seemed to grow weaker and weaker, and poor Jack himself began to look dreadfully ill and worn. And one afternoon he was sent home in a carriage, quite unconscious, stricken down by a sudden fever.

I put my bride aside then, and wrote a letter to Jack's father. "Jack and baby are both ill," I said, "aud we are sick and tired of this life. Pray forgive us, and let us come home."

The very next day the dearold gentleman arrived, but the sheriff was before him. Jack having confessed judgement in a lawsuit. The rumor that we intended to leave town got out, and our creditors rushed in, anxious to secure the lion's share of our effects. The Brussels carpets, the handsome furniture, and costly bric-a-brac, ail went under the hammer at a disastrously low ure. ••Never mind,"said my father-in-law. not a shadow of reproach on his kind old faoe "let them squabble over it ir they will. We must get our sick ones home."

Se we got Jack Into the carriage, and with his |Mor bead upon ray knee and baby in tny arms, I turned my back upon the sceue of my short-lived triumph. •We are going back to Cherry Hill," said tbe old gentlemen, as in the dusk of the golden day we drove through the dewy stillness of the sheltered land. "The old home has1been waiting for you all these months. I was pretty sure you'd want to comeback,"

I could not utter one word In answer. A great full moon was rising above the distant hills as we reaobed the bouse. Not tbe smallest thing was changed. The great red rosea bloomed on the terrace, the bees droned in their hives, and the cattle bells tingled in the barnyard. The doors wide open. We carried Jack in and laid him down in the broad, breezy room that had been our bridal hamber.

He opened his eyes and drew a deep, quivering breath as tho freshening breeae touched his throbbing head. "Nell, whore are you?" he said. "Surelv this must be home?" 1 am here, Jack," I answered through my tears, "and this Is homo, dear—Old Cherry Hill." "Thank God!" he murmured, and fell back upon the pillows, and I *aw great tears trickling slowly from beneath his closed eyelids.

Beyond tbe open window, in the silver Blorv of the rising moon, the old grandfather sat, with baby at his feet, halfhidden in the rank, cool grass, and even at that late hour tbe pigeons came fluttering around her as of old, and she screamed with rapture as she clutched at thee* with her thin little hands.

I rose softly aud fell on my knees beside Jack's lo\v pillow. "Oh, Jack," I sobbed. "I have been so wicked. Forgive use, Jack, forgive me 1 am so glad to be at home again."

His worn face grew radiant and his dear arms held me dose. And then and there, clasped to mv husband's heart, in tbe safe, sweet shelter of tbe home he loved, I understood all tbe past. _a "You didn't mean it, Juk,' 1 wmsper«d. You only pretended to enjoy It all to please me." "No matter, little woman tbeleseon we have learned' has been cheaply bought. We shall not care to leave the safe old nest In search of fashion and society again/*

FROM

the l*nvws (Mass.) Mirror:

Mr. Geo. H. l»*y,of this town wss cured of rbeuuMtism 6y St. Jacobs Oil.

A A O A 'FA IRS. Arfcaasaw Traveller.

"What other busineae do you -follow besides prwechlng was asked of an old colored man. '1 speculates a little.™ "How speculate?" "Sells chickens." "Wheredo

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boys tetefc 'em in." "Where do tbey get them r* "I doan know, saw. I'se alters so busy wid nay preachln' dat I ain't got time to ax. I was 'agwi Inquire de udder day, but a 'vival on an' tuck up all my time."

TAKE

NATHAN

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CAND0R'^^4i

You are going to speak of the hectic fall, And aay you're sorry tbe summer's dead, And no other Summer was like it you know

And I can imagine what made it so. Now aren't you, honestly?" "!«*, 1 said. "I know what you're going to say," she said: "You are going to ask if I forget

That day In June when the woods were wet. And yon carried me"—here sbe dropped her bead— "Over the creek you are going to say,

Do I remember that horrid aay. ... New aren't you, honestly i* I said. "I know what you're going to say," she said "You are going to say tl»at since that time

You have rattier tended to run to rhyme, And"—her clear glance fell and her cheek grew red— "And have I noticed your tone was queer.

Why, everybody has seen It here! Now arent you honestly \es, I said. "I know what you're going to say," 1 said "You'regoing to say you've been rouchan-

Andi'm short of tact,-you will say devoidAnd I'm clumsy snd awkward, andoallme Ted

And I bear abuse like a dear old lamb, And you 11 have me, anyway, just as 1 Now

arent

—Harpers weekly.

C. KOCNS

IN AROONAUT.

My first knowledge of the singular being called "Du Chien, the Man-dog," began when we were on duty down in the Peche country, a short time after General Taylor's celebrated "Run on the Banks," {in the vicinity of Mansfled. The cavalry had very little to do except "to feed," and await orders. As a result of this idleuess

many

of the officers and

men formed pleasautacquaintances \tlth the hospitable planters/in whose neighborhood we were located.

One of the planters whom I found to bo most congenial was Captain Martas, a French Creole, whose father had come from Lauguedoc. lie was himself native-born.

He was a man of forty-

eight or fifty years of age, aud had two sons by his first marriage, who were in tbe ariuy of Virginia, and a boy two years of age, by his second wife, who was a youug aud beautiful lady. The housekeeper was a mulatto girl, who was in every physical development almost a pertect being—even ber small bands looking like consumnate waxwork. She had been taught, petted, and indulged as much, perhaps, or more than any slave should have been, especially by Captain Martas, who uniformly spoke to her more in the tone of a father addressing his daughter, than In that of a master commanding a slave. She was alwavs gentle aud obedient. The family seemed to prize her very greatly, and the little boy especially preferred her to his own beautiful mother. 1 suppose it would be bard for the later generation, who remembered little or nothing of tbe "domestic institution,'/ to understand how such a pleasant aud beautiful confidence and iriendship could exist between a slave aud her owners, but it was no uncommon thing in the South before the war.

The family was so attractive that I visited it often but oue evening, on my arrival at tbe hou^e, I found that its peace and quiet had been disturbed by oue of those painful occurrences which so often marred the happiness of Sout hand which really constl'the peculiar iustitu-

ern families, tuted the curse of tion."

The day before, the beautiful and accomplished wife of Captain Martis bad, for some unexplained reason, got into a frensy of rage, with Celia, tbe inulattresa, and bad ordered the overseer to give her a severe whipping. Tbe girl had run off into the Black Swamp during the night, and Captaiu Martas, who imparted this information to toe, was In a state of terrible distress by reason "of her absence. He did not seem to understand the cause of the trouble, but he could not justify his slave without condemning bis wife, whom he seemed to regard with a most tender and dutiful devotion. The only emotion which seem to master him waa a heart-breaking and hopeless grief. I volunteered to bunt for tbe runaway, aud while asking for such information as I thought to be necessary about the neighboring plantations, and of tbe almost boundless and impracticable wilderness known as the Black Swamp, I saw Celia slowly and quietly coming up the broad walk which led front the portico to the big gate.

She carried in her hand a branch of the magnolia tree, from which depended a splendid blossom of that most glorious of all flowers. She bowed slightly as she came near the portico, and passing around the corner of tbe house, entered it by a side door. Mrs. Martas was most passionately devoted to tbe magnolia, and, from her exclamations of delight, which were soon beard in the hall, we knew that Celia had brought the beautlftil flower as a peaoe-offering to her mistress, and that It had been accepted as such. Very soon the two women came nearer, and from our seats on the veranda we could hear their conversation. A terrible weight seemed to have been lifted from the heart of Captain Martas by tbe girl's return, and by the apparent renewal of friendly relations between bis beautiful wife and bis even more beautiful slave—a relief wbich showed itself In bis face and form, but not in bis speech "Yes," said Celia to Mrs. Martas, "it is an old. wide-spreading tree on the very edge of the water, and is glorious with just such splendid blossoms as these. There must be more than three hundred clusters, some that 1 could not reach being much larger and finer than this one, "And ydu say," answered Mrs. Mart re, "that the air is still, and that tbe perfume broods all around the tree? Oh, street I" "Yea," said Olia, "It is so strong that vou can taste as well as smell tbe wonderful perfume. Few people could bear to stand immediately beneath the shade it is

geft tbe chickens?" "My

ine ter come

little annoyances out of the

war. If you are sunering with a Cough orOolil, «me Dr.Bull's Cough Syrup at oncew This old and reliable remedy will never disappoint you. All Xhruggisfci MU l» for gcotsabottk

MM. JoevKrH RAMUKK, Richmond, WarueOv, was permanently cured of $ proanitiou by Brown** Iron

sweet as to be almost overpower

ing." "Ob, how, I wish I could see it! How far i*It, Celia?' "Oolv four miles. ou can go. It is deep in tfie swamp but tbe pony can follow tbe ridge all tbe way. You can go, and get home before dusk. I would like you to see it before a rain makes the road too bad, or Use winds come and scatter tbe delicious perfume that now hangs heavy as due all around the glorious tree for yards and yardsiaway. "I will go." she cried. TeU Toby to bring out Sellm, and you *n take a horse. Let us go at once. It is getting late." "I would rather walk." mid OsUa, "w as to be sure that I will not miss the route in going back, although I watched so carefully that I know I can And it on to04*"

Very soon ahoy led up Mrs. Martas^

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TERMS HAUTE SATURDAY JiiV jgi^IJTG- MAIL.

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"I know what yoo're going to say," she And she stood up looking uncommonly tall

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THE MAN-DOG.

A WILD STORY OF A TRAGEDY IN A SOUTHERN SWAMP.

the voice of her mistress called ber away, and, even in turning ber back and luatrous eyes toward Captain Martas, their expression totally changed, and showed for a fleeting instant the murderous glitter that gleamed from tbe eyes of a panther when ready for a fatal spring.

I was staitled and troubled, and have moved forward to tell the lady not to go but a moment's reflection showed me how foolish such an Unnecessary and silly interference would seem. A strange mistrust flitted across my mind, but there was nothing on which to base it. I could not give a reason for it, except to say that I had seen the light of a gladiator's eye, the twitch and spasm of an assassin^ lip, in the eye and mouth of that .now smiling and dutiful young slave girl. The thing was too foolish to think qf, and I held my peace.

Tbe women passed out of tbe gate, and went on quietly in the direction of tbe Black Swamp. Martas and I resumed our conversation. Hour after hour away, and the sun grew large and

iow not but she had not come. Then captain Martas called Toby and had him ride to tbe edge of the wood, and see if he could learn anything of his mistress but Toby soon come back, saying that he saw nothing except the pony's tracks leading into the swamp, and the pony himself leisurely coming home without a rider. Then daotain Martas mounted, and I folWed* blm,

conch-shell, ftiid ffi roflfl 60 low dark forest as long as we could trttfl footsteps of the pony, or find any way, and again and again Captaiu Martas blew resonant blasts upon his shell that rolled far away over the swamp, seeking to apprise his wife that we were there, and waiting for her but nothing came of it. "They could hear the shell," he said, "upon a still night like this, three or four miles," andlt seemed to him impossible that they could have gone beyond the reach of the sound. But no answer came, and tbe moonless night came down over the great Black Swauip, and the darkness grew almost visible, so thoroughly did Tt shut ott' all vision like a vast black wall.

Then Martas sent Toby back to the plantation for fire and blankets, and more men, and soon a roaring blaze mounted skyward, and every few minutes the conch-shell was blown. Nothing more could be done. I remained with tbe now sorely trubled husband

I desired all the men to remain where they were, except Toby, whow I ordered to follow iue aod then,beginning at the little ridge of land between the waters, by which we* had w*wtad tbe circular •pace before describedr we followed too edge of tbe ground completely round to tbe starting point, seeking iu the soft mud along the shore for a footprint, or tbe mark made by a canoe- or skiff, for some evidence of the route by wbirh tbe murderer had reached tbe little peninsula, or by which- Celia had left it.

We found perfect tracks ol all animal life existing in the swsnaps, even to tbe minute lines left* by the feet of the smallest birds, but no traceof a human foot, although & snail eould not have passed Into or out of the water without leaving his mark upon the yielding mud, much less a footstep or a canoe.

The thing was inexplicable. Where was Celia How had she gone without leaving a trace of her departure Had she been there at all? who bad murdered Mrs. Martas? Suaely some man or devil bed perpetrated that crime. How had the villain escaped from tbe scene of bis crime, leaving not tbe slightest clew by which It waa possible to tell which way he had gone

I reported to Captain Martas the exact condition of the affair, Mid told him I knew not what to do, u»less we could get hloodhounda and put tbetn on tbe trail.' He-said there were nobouds within sixty miles-^that all of tbe planters he knew preferred to loeea runaway rather than to follow them with tbe dogs. Rumors of the loss of Mrs. Martas bad spread from plantation to camp, and two or three soldUas had iu»mediately ridden out to the plantation* and then had followed u» to the scene of the crime. One of tbeni said: "1 there aee no bounds, senp to camp for old

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pony, and ahe went out to the stepe and ride as 9"^^" P^Shlkim *nip* followed bTCWi., o« f~T Tto brijg o»J P° Mri tiM atif-nm for her mhtraU Then we made a litter, ana stowjv

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S ?K^^\ill8 Mi Ma^ dW •Sw-tETo? P^ull£and Th^ Hun wS settin^lit significance. Vfhen he wolked, every return. Ihe sun was sewing—sei,

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At the first peep of lit from the me light

enough to see in the great forest, we searched for and found the pony's track, and we carefully followed the traces left in the soft soil. The chase led, with marvelous turns and twists, right along tbe little ridge of firmer land which led irregularly on between the txuiridless morasses stretched on either side, trending.now this way, now that, but always penetrating deeper and deeper into the almost unknown bosom of the swamp. Tbe pony had followep his own trail in coming out of the swamp, and this made it easier for us to trace his way. At last we came to the dark, sluggish sullen water. It was a point of solid ground, ot less thau au acre in extent, afoot or two above the water, almost circular in outline, and nearly surrounded by the lagoon. It was comparatively clear of timber, and near the center rosea grand magnolia tree, such as Celia had described to Mrs. Martas on tbe evening before. At the root of this tree, bathed with the rich, overpowering perfume of the wonderful Moons above ber, lay the dead body of tbe beautiful woman, ber clothes disordered^ bee hair disheveled, a coarse, dirty haudkerchief atuffed Into her mouth, and all the surroundings giving evidence of a despairing struggle and a desperate crime. Captain Martas was overcome with anguish, and after one agonized look arowud, as if to assure hlmselr that Celia waa wot also somewhere in night, he aat down beside the body and .gaaed Mpo* tbe body of hlB murdered wife ia silent, helpless agony of spirit.

is better than any

dog." The remark waa so singular that I asked: "What do yon mean by saying 'He la better than any dog?'" "I mean that bo can follow tbe trail by the scent better than any bound I ever saw, and I have seen hundreds of them. "Is that a mere camp story said I, "or do yon know tt of your own knowledge?" "I know it myself, sir," said tbe soldier.

have seen him smell a man or

his clothes, and then go blindfold into a whole regiment and pick out that man by his scent. I have seen him pull a lock of wool off a sheep, smell It and then go blindfold into the pen pick out that identical sheep from fifty others. I have known him to smell the blanketa nigger slept In, and follow that darkey four or five milee by the scent of him through cotton, corn, and woods. He is better than a dog."

The man looted t»bebonestandiutelligeut and while I could hardlycredlt such an astounding aud abnormal devw-

mounted, followedby-Utfta ou im*. ine, «lrl held the stirrup for her mktieasvl £d she did so, looked back ai^p-1 S2«^^HE»U r££ tain Martas with eyes in which shooe, murdered ladvthe mraenii- ro«a Strang* lore, pity, and tenderness but until we reached a point to which it was

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poasible to bring a carriage, In which we placed her in charge of the horrified neighbors, who had by this time collected at the plantation*

Captain Martas Insisted on remaining with me and awaiting theooming ot Du

More than two hours elapsed before the soldier whom I had sent for Du Chien the Man-dog, returned with that strange creature. He surely deserved his name. He must have been six feet high, but was so lank, loose, flabby, and jumbledup that it was hard to even guess at his suture. His legs were long aud lank, and his hands hung down to his knees. A bristly shock of red hair grew nearly down to his eyebrows, ana his head slanted back to a point, sugar-loaf fashion. His chin seemed to have slid back into his lank, flabby neck, and his face looked as if it stopped at the round, red, slobbering mouth. His nose was not remarkably large, but the sloping away of all the facial lines from it, as iroin a central point, gave his nasal organ an

bond and muscle about him drooped forward, as If he were about to fkll faoe foremost, and travel with his hands and feet.

Briefly I explained what had happened, and thereupon Du Chien, who seemed to be a man of few words, said "Stay where you are, all of yon, for a minute." Then he started off at bis singular dog-trot pace, and followed the

to us, looking uiueh puwled. I handed him the coarse, dirty handkerchief whicliU had taken from the dead woman's mouth, and Du Chien immdiately buried that wonderful nose of his in it, and snuffed at it long and vigorously. Having apparently satisfied himself, he removed the dirty rag from his face, and said ,.

Nof'^wdd I, thinking of Celia, and looking Du Chien in his little, round, deep-set eyes "a mulatto/' "No," he answered, with quiet assurance "not mulatto nigger black, wool-headed, and old-a buek nigger." "Whatcan you do?" said I. "Wait a minute, said Du Chien. Then he started off ugain to mako the circuit of tho peninsula, but more slowly and deliberately than at first. He threw bis head from side to side, like a liouud, and smelled at every tree and shrub. He had got about halt way around when he reached a mighty tree that grew on the edge of the swamp, leaniug out over the water where it was narrowest and deep est, and seemed to mingle its branches with the branches of another tree of a similar gigantic growth that grew upon the other bide. He walked up to this tree, saying ^Nigger went up'here aud at once began to climb- "hefnclination of the great trunk and the lowness of the branches made the task an easy one. Almost instantly, Captain Martas, I, and two or three soldiers followed Du Chien up tbe tree. Du Chien bad gone up sbme thirty feet into the dense foliage, when all at once he left the body of the tree, aud began to slide along a groat liml that extended out over the water holding to the branches around and above him until he got Into tbe lateral branches- of the tree on the opposite side, and thence to tbe trunk of that tree, down whieh he glided, aud stood upon the opposite bauk waiting for us to follow. We did so as speedily ible, and as soon a» we were safely landed bv his side, Du Chien said "Single file,'all!" and staeted off, smelling the trees and bushes a# be went.

The spot at which we had descended seemed to be a hutnmook similar to that on the other side, but less regular In its outline and soon the way by which Du Chien led us became more aud more difficult and impassable. Often .R seemed that tbe next step would, take us right into tbe dark aud sluggish water, but Du Chien, almost without pausing at all, would smell at the leaves arid branches and hurry on, now planting bis foot upon a clod just rising out of the water, now stepping upon a Sallen and half-rotted log, now treadlug a fridge of more solid ground skirting the dreary lagoon, but joingevery moment deeper and deeper into the most pathless and Inaccessible portions of tbe swamp.

For nearly two hours this strange man followed the trail, and we followed him. At last we came to a considerable elevation of ground, under whioh. opened a little shapod valley made by the water of a branch which drained the high land Into theswamp. This valley was rather more than two acres in extent, and seemed to be a clearing. But there was a thick

set

growth of sweet guan, holly

and magnolia across the opening toward tbe swamp, beyond which we could not 8®°'

With quickened steps, and with man of tbe same signs of excitensent manifested by a hound when tho trail'gaows hot,I)u Chien followed along this hedgelike line of underbrush, and at its farther end stopped. There, wLtbin three feet of where the steep bank ran into the water,which aeemed to be of great depth, was an opening in tbe hedge. He slipped cautiously through it,, and we followed him In silence. It was a little trarden In tbe heart of the- sf amp. lying between tbe hills and the water. At the apex ui the V-shaped valley was a miserable cabin with some fruit trees growing round about It. We gazed upon the scene with profound astonishment.

Do you know anything.*! this place, Captain Martas?" ealdil,

We formed a line, and slowly and cautiouslv approached. We bad got within ten or twelve feet of bis door, when we saw a gigantic, half-dad negro spring from tbe floor, ga» out at us an instant with fierce, grtartled eyes, and then, with a yell like that of aome wild beast roused upln Us lair, be Mixed an axe which stood Just at the door, and, whirling it around Ms bead with savage fury, darted straight at Captain Marta*. It seemed to me that the huge, black

bis revolver crushing through old Todo^s skull. With a asvage, beastly cry, the huge bulk fell headlong to tbe earth. "Itisapity "raid Martas I wished to bum the black devil alive.

At that Instant Du Cbiefl cried out: And, extending hla arm suited up and .w Celia flying tor dear life toward the crest of tbe high ground behind thecab-

"Look there!" And, extending toward tbe top of the ridge, b« off at full speed. We all looked

ISiMM

fcjfij

In, and we joined in the chase. It was perhaps forty yards up tlie slope to the highest part, and about the same distance down the other side to the water's edge. Just as we got to the crest Celia, who bad already reached the water's edge, leaped lightlv into a small canoe and began to ply tlie paddle vigorously, aud with a stroke or two sent the frail bark gliding swiftlv away from the shore, while she looked back at us with a wicked smile. In a moment more she would be beyond our reach, and the soldier who hail shot Todo leveled his lata! revolver at her bead. But Captain Martas knocked the weapon up, saying, in a voice choked with emotion: "No, no Let the girl go She is my daughter."

Swiftly aud sileutiy the slight cauoe swept away over the dark waters of tbe great Black Swamp, now hiddeu iu the snadow,noi some little ceding ten, seen less distinctly every moment, and then seen no more.

SKILL

IN THK

WORKSHOP.—To do

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PLAIN TRUTHS

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will thor

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Saved his Child. 17 N. Eutaw St, Baltimore, Md. Feb. 13, iBSo.

G« he re a tion of friend 1 tried

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as a tonic and re

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care of

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waa

lock

IRON

3teielder

low tone.

••No," said be "several yeani ago one of my field bands, a rigtiwc Abyssinian, was whipped fand away to tbe swamp I never followed him, and have never seen him sinoej although every now and then I beard of bim by the report of the negroes of the plantation I suppose-be baa been living somewhere in tbe swamp ever since, and, unices this is hi* home, I can not imagine bow such a place came to be bere." "Tbe nigger ia there,'* said Du Cblen. "If tbereare a dozen of tbem I can tell tbe right one by«tbe smell,"

and

beliethat anything could arreat the progress

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my great surprise, before mr daughter had taken one bottle of

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and now ia quite restored to former health.

fifth daughter began to

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