Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 24, Number 49, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 2 June 1894 — Page 2

CHAPTER XXI.

Winter had fallen upon mountain and valley, upon the blackened ruins of once happy homes, upon blood spot and burial ground. While things had gone very quietly at Best Haven they had not gone well. Now and then a detachment of Federals or Confederates bad galloped past on the stony road, but they had left the family in peace. Letters no longer camo and went. The country was in the hands of the Federals, and many of the inhabitants had fled away. The Percys would have gone before winter set in but for the state of the mother's health. They were waiting and boping that she would so mend that •he could be moved, bnt she did not.

One autumn night a party of raiders hat! taken away the horses, and after that Uncle Ben had to make his trips on foot as he scoured the country in search of provisions to keep the family going. In spite of the high prices and general scarcity of all necessaries he managed so well that nearly every want was supplied in soir way. On two occasions beyond the c,ae mentioned Federal reconnoitering parties left supplies at the bouse, and once Captain Wyle eent a store of articles which could have only been gathered at considerable cost and trouble. Both sides pitied the anhappy and defenseless situation of the family, which was only one of hundreds. The sufferings of the southern women during the war have found no historian, and the heroism displayed by them in the face of peril and adversity has not gone down to their children on printed pages. Who could write it? Where would he begin or end? In no epoch of history wore mothers, wives and daughters called upon for greater sacrifices, nor were sacrifices ever so cheerfully made. Brave, patriotic, enduring, and yet no state or community has reared a marble shaft.on which is engraved the words of praiso and commendation so justly their due.

When Marian became convinced that if Mrs. Baxter had any plan afoot it was to play the spy and forward the oause of Captain Wyle, she did not let the matter worry her. A sort of truce was declared between the woman and Uncle Ben, and yet he did not cease to suspect and to watch her. Ho found out that Ike had been exchanged and had rejoined his company, and on two occasions he had good reasons to believe that the man secretly met her in the neighborhood of the house. Owing to the interruption of the mails, it was only at long intervals that Marian heard fiovn Royal Kenton. For a month previous to the battle in which he was captured eho had heard no word from him. When news camo, it was from Captain Wyle himself on bis second visit to the Haven. His company was acting as a guard for a wagon train of forage gathered in the valley, and his stay was brief. While his welcome was fairly cordial, he realized that circumstances were not propitious for any approrch to the subject' nearest bis heart, and he forced himself to be content with generalities. Incidentally, as if the matter was of little or no moment to her, be mentioned the fact of General Jackson having become suspicious of Kenton and suggesting the detail which was made and of Ms having heard only ji day or two before that the Federals had descended on the post and captured the eotiro Confederate command. What he added was both false and cruel—viz. that it was rumored that Kenton whs among the Confederate killed.

If the captain hoped that Marian Would betiay her real feeling, ho was not disapiKiinted. As she received hi.* information every vestige of color fled from her face, and she seemed about to faint. "You—you say it is so rumored?' she gasped. "Only rumored, but" "•Bat you believe the Trumor will b» confirmed "1 must say that 1 do. Mr. Kenton was, I believe, a friend of yours, and of coarse the news of bis death will ehoek and grieve you. Ho and I would also have been friends but for bis, to say the least, disloyal conduct toward the cause he for souse reason best known to himself espoused." "Captain Wyle, you wrong him, liv ing or dead!" exclaimed Marian as sh braced herself against the shock cause by report of the rumors, He enlisted because he was imbued with the same feeling I hope you were-—a feeling that he owed allegiance to Virginia first if all.*' "He has acted very strangely for a Virginia patriot, I most declare," said .the captain. "How strangely?" she demanded as the color began to return to her cheeks and her eyes to flash. "Every one in my company firmly believes be joined us that the Yankees Might have a spy within our lines." "And who made them believe it? fioyal Kenton has periled hia life in che

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We have made no note of time, year of war seems to fly more swiftly

year of war seems to fly more swiftly by than a month of peace. The minutes .»Wby left behind, detailed Of war are made up of its dead, its horn's

bfaek figures relating the

cnmh'jr of widows and orphans and the tens of millions of dollars expended, its years of despair and desolation crying to heaven.

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of burials, its days of battles, its weeks jac^.g suggestion?" asked the capa a a at months ot black figures relating the .»yoa

not assassinated before a battle had been fought!" "PrivateKenton, if alive, should feel grateful for each championship!" "It is my duty to champion him! I am his promised wife!"'

While Captain Wyle felt pretty certain that there was more than friendship between them he had hoped that things had not gone that far. As she stood before him and looked into his eyes and spoke the words which made his heart fall like lead he was dumb for a moment. Her face was set and hard, and he realized that his fate was sealed forever. There was but one thing for him to do, and he did it. Though rage and despair filled his heart, he did not forget the fact that he was a born southerner. It required all his nerve to take his leave gracefully, but he accomplished the feat, and it was only when he was in the saddle that curses passed his lips and his smiles were replaced by wicked frowns. "Southern chivalry" has been held up to ridicule and scorn, but only by the ignorant or by those who bad a purpose to accomplish. Chivalry was born in the heart of the true southerner it came down to him legitimately in the blood. Now and then he may forget himself in the presence of a man, but never in the presence of a woman.

Had all been well at Rest Haven, Marian Percy would have given way to her grief and mourned as women do. But the mother's condition was still regarded as dangerous, and she must not even suspect the sad blow which had fallen on the daughter. Uncle Ben suspected some calamity from the grief in Marian's face, and from the fact that Mrs. Baxter dodged oat and had a word with Captain Wyle at the gate before he rode away. He must have repeated the canard about the death of Kenton, for the woman's face betrayed great satisfaction as she returned to the house. There was a smaller house to lodge the'' help," but just then Uncle Ben had it all to himself. About an hour after the captain's departure Marian appeared in the old man's quarters to find him cobbling one of his brogans. "Look yere, honey," he began as she entered and before she could say a word, "I knowed when I saw yo' at de doah an hour ago dat suntbin had dun happened. Am de good missus gwine to die, or did dat Captain Wyle say sunthin to make yo' feel bad?" "Uncle Ben, I have beard sorrowful news!" she answered as her tears began

"Uncle

Ban,

uwtw kin dey? ,uae oftener than any jmaxt |n_your jjtov&dft be wasn't dun killed

I have heard sorrowful newsl"

to fall. "Captain Wyle told me he had heard that Mr. Kenton was dead— killed over at Harrisonburg a day or two ago." "I shall nebber dun believe it!" he exclaimed. "Dat Mars Kenton he doan' write no mo', but dat hain't 'cause he was dead. It's 'cause de possoffis was all tnrned upside down." "But they bad a battle a day or two ago, Uncle Ben, and Mr. Kenton was killed then."

Whar was dat battle?" "Near Harrisonburg." "Dat"s a right smart step from yere, an we didn't heah de guns. Mebbe dey Ann had a battle, but dat doan' disqualify dat Mars Kenton was killed. Shoo, now, honey, but doan* yo* believe any aich story!" "But I'm—I'm afraid it's true!" she •ebbed, breaking down at last. "See yens, chile," said the old man after a bit, with tears in his own •yes, "yo' jiss keep quiet till we find out all about it, I'll bev dis shoe fixed In 'bout 10 minutes, an den I'll start fur Harrisonburg. When I git dar, I kin find out if Mars Kenton was killed." "Bat it's almost dark now. Uncle Ben." "Makes no difference, honey. I know de road an am feelin party good. By dis time tomorrer I'll be back wid de newsu" "Bat what if yon should discover that—that" "Dat Mam Kenton was railly killed? Nobody can't diskiber what hain't so,

I'ze gwine ober dar jest to

"Uncle

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company or regiment! Tell me of one single instance where an honest, tinI biased man could have questioned his

that at General

are

already fKMBessed: of that

knowledge!" she scathingly replied. I "There has been a conspiracy against him from the very outset, and it is not the fault of the conspirators that be was

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TERRE TTAIJTE SATURDAY EVENING MALL, JUNE 2, 1894?

Ben." said Marian as she

placed a hand on either shoulder and looked into bis eyes, "if you can bring me news that Mr. Kenton is alivj, I'll make you a free man before the week isout!"

IrHu! What 1 want to leave yo' an die missus an becum free nigger fur? Reckon I wants to go to de porehouse or jail? Hain't I alius bin like one o* de familv? Could di family git along widout Uncle Ben? Whar would yo' be right now but tur me?" "That's true. Uncle Ben. You were born on the place, and you know how much we all think of you. It would break our hearts to have you go, slave though you are and always have been in the eyes of the law. Bat you shall be rewarded, Uncle Ben. Only bring me good news, and your reward shall be great!" "Hush up dat noise, honey!" hechided as he made ready to depart. "If yo'll let de ole man lib right on in de family, dat'll be reward 'nuff. I'll be back by foah o'clock tomorrer, and I'll bring yo' de news dat Mara Kenton ®m all right." lllfil -1

Marian watched him as fie strode bravely down the frozen highway and vanished into the dusk of evening, and as she turned away fresh tears came to her eyes, and she murmured:^ "Brave and unselfish old slave! God grant that he may bring a message to relieve my anxieties!" ^ilflp

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While Uncle Ben was slowly progressing along the frozen and slippery highway, and when be had reached a point about three miles from Rest Haven, he suddenly encountered about a dozen men, most of whom were mounted. All but one were in citizens' dress, and he at first supposed them to be farmers. They rushed upon the old man with a shout, and pistols and knives were flourished before bis face as the gang cried not* -Vw Vs "Hang him up! j# "Slice off his ears!" "Build afire and roast him.if he lies to us!"

Laypd, gefn'len, but what's

de matter?" asked the old man as soon as he could get in a word. "We want them two Yankees!" shouted three or four men in chorus.

W what Yankees? I nebber dun seen a Yankee sence dat big army went by de house on hors'back!" "Yo' lie, yo' old black faced devil!" said the leader as he got off his horse and seized Uncle Ben by the collar. "Now, then, tell us where they are hiding! Don't pretend to us that yo' have not seen 'em, for we know better! Out with it now, or yo' won't live two minutes!" "What yo' mean?" asked the old man, who was badly upset over the sudden attack, "We mean just this: We've been following two Yankee spies along the mountain nearly all day. One of them was wounded about an hour ago. They were headed this way, and yo' must have met them and know where tb'qy now are. Did they send yo' for a doctor?" "Nebber, sah, nebber! I tole yo' 0 troof. I nebber did meet up wid noboqy sence I started from de house!" "From what house?" "Dat house back dar which b'longs to Missus Percy. Mebbe yo' knowed de Percys of Winchester?" "The Percys, eh? Are you a Percy nigger?"

Yes, sah, an de only one dat's left." "And where were you going?" "Down to Harrisonburg, sah, to git news 'bout dat battle dey fout dar de odder day. I hain't seed a Bingle pusson on de road, an if yo' was to kill me I dun couldn't tell yo' nuffin 'bout no Yankees!"

They had looked upon it as just a chance that Uncle Ben had encountered the men they were after, and their vigorous measures were intended to frighten the information out of him. While he was trembling and afraid, his tones satisfied the crowd that he was telling the truth. It wouldn't „do to let him down too easily, however. The negroes of the country were breaking over all rules and regulations and traveling about at night to confer with each other and plan escapes to the Federal camps. "Now, then," said the leader of the band, "yo' have had a powerful close call, and yo' want to remember it! Niggers have no business away from home after dark. Yo' were probably going to Harrisonburg to give yo'self up to the Yankees, but we'll spoil that little game! This will do yo' a heap of good!"

And thereupon, holding Uncle Ben with his left band by a firm grip on his collar, he used a rawhide over the old man's back and legs with bis right and administered the first whipping of bis life. When his arm had grown weary, he stopped and said "Now, yo' make a beeline for home and don't stop to rest on the way! If any other prowling niggers ask yo' about that battle at Harrisonburg, yo' tell him yo' was in it and got licked! Geeup!" If? wlr

As the old manlleaded for Rest Haven the gang of men rode in the other direction. He stepped out at a lively pace until hidden by the darkness and then stopped and turned to shake his fist and whisper: "White man, I'ze only a pore ole nigger, but somebody bas got to bleed fur dis! Nobody ebber pot a whip on Uncle Ben befo' sence be was a pickaninny, an I'll kill yo' fur dat as shore as I ebber git de chance!"

He at first thought of resuming bis journey toward Harrisonburg, but a moment's reflection convinced him that if be tell into the hands of the same party again bis life would be in peril. He realised how much disappointed Marian would be, but he would return and report and perhaps make anew start. He had covered two miles of the back track what at a turn in the road a man stepped ont from the rocks at his left and ordered him to halt and added: "Who are'yo*?" "Uncle Ben Percy.".

"What, is that yo,* Uncle Ben?" |§'Fur shore, but I hain't dun met up wid no Yankee spies, jess as I told yo' befo'." "Uncle Ben, don't yo' un know me?'' asked the man as he caiue nearer. "I've talked with yo' many a time in Winchester befo' the war. I'm Steve Brayton." "Fo' de Lawd! Yes, I 'member yo'r voice! I dun reckoned yo' was some mo' of dat crowd what was gwine ter kill me!" "Hev yo' met up with anybody?" "De Lawd furgive me, but I has! Back dar 'bout two miles a gang o' white men stopped me an war gwine to shute me dead an cut my froat! Dey said I had sawn some Yankee spies, an bekase I dun hadn't seen nobody 'tall dey giv me demoas' powerful lickin on airth!"

Yankee spies?" queried Steve. "Ah, I understand!' And are yo' with the Percy fam'ly, Uncle Ben?" "Fur shore." "Do they uns live nigh yere?" 'Bout a mile away, sah." "And whar war yo' goin when yo' met up with that crowd?" "I'd dun started fur Harrisonburg to git news 'bout dat big battle. Dat Cap'an Wyle he was long yere today an told Miss Sunshine dat Mars Kenton was killed ober dar!" "He did?" "Yes, sah, an den Miss Sunshine cum out to me wid her face as white as snow an tears in'her eyes an a big lump in her froat, an when I seed how powerful she felt I dun said I would go an find out dat Mars Kenton was all right." "See yere, Uncle Ben, I've got sunthin to tell yo'!" said Brayton as he drew him out of the road. "Mars Kenton is up yere among the rocks, and bresh!" IfJ "Fo' de Lawd!" "That gang was after the two of us, though we are not Yankee spies. Mars Kenton was badly wounded jest befo' dark, and I had to carry he un on my back fur a couple of miles. Uncle Ben, yo' must go to the house and git blankets and bandages and sunthin fur us to eat. Yo' must also bring that gal yere, but not tonight. Tomorrer will do fur her, but we must hev the other things tonight." "Fur de luv of heaben, but how yo' do talk!" gasped the old man. "Den Mars Kenton he wasn't killed at Harrisonburg?'^ gg|

"And he dun got shot tryin to git ober yere today?" "Yes. Is Ike Baxter's wife at the house?" "Her am, an she dun jest hates Mars Kenton £& iventon. "Then yo must lie keerful. Try and see the gal alone. Tell hei she must gend the things tonight, but not to cotne herself till tomorrer. Go now as fast as yo' kin. I'll be waitin fur yo' right yere on this spot. Hold on a minit. Hev yo' got a gun at the house?" "Yes, a double bar'l'd shotgun." "Then bring it back with yo', and powder and shot and caps. If we hev a fout yere, it will be at clus range, and buckshot will be better'n bullets." '.'Fo' de Lawd!" muttered the old man as he setoff at his best pace. "Dat

rCap'an

Wyle he lie to Miss Sunshine.

Den Miss Sunshine wants me to go to Harrieonburg. Den I meet up wid 8omgorillas an git switched till I smart like pepper. Den I start fur home an meet dat Steve Brayton an find out dat Mara Kenton hain't dead but hurted, an de Lawd only knows what's gwine to happen tomorrer !"!Vt

The invalid mother had fallen into a light sleep, and Marian sat thinking. She and Mrr. Baxter had taken turns at watching with the sick, and this was her night, while the other had gone to the help's quarters. Uncle Ben need not have been cautioned about Mrs. Baxter, as he felt that he thoroughly understood her disposition. He turned off the road to approach the house from another direction, and so softly did he draw near that the first warning Marian bad of his presence was a tapping on the window pane. He pressed his old black 'L. ..

The first warning Marian had of his presence was a tapping on the window. face against .the glass that she might know who was there, and a moment later she stood outside the door with a shawl thrown over her head. "Yon are back, Uncle Ben—what's the matter?" she asked. "Heaps de mattab, Miss Sunshine, heaps. I dun met up wid mo* dan fo'ty bushels o' trubble! I'ze news fur yo'!' "You—yon met some one who told you about Mr. Kenton?" "Fnr shore! Dat Cap'an Wyle lie to yo'l Mars Kenton he dun git away arter dat battle, 'long wid Steve Bray ton." "Thank God!" sbe whispered as she raised her clasped hands to the bright stars in the winter sky. "But dar's trubble, Mia Sunshine— heaps o' trubble! Dey was tryin to git ober yere when some gorillas reckoned dey was Yankee spies an dun shotted Han Kenton. He hain't dead, but he's bad hurt, an he's lyic in the bresh an rocks down yere 'boat a mile, met dat Steve Brayton, an he dun tole me all 'bout iV*

Royal Kenton wounded—badly hurt and lying in the brush this winter's night!" moaned Marian as she grasped Uncle Ben by the arm. "Hist dar!" he cautioned.^?"We mustn't woke up de missus or dat Baxter woman. Now, Cvii, y«r be brave. Yo's got to be! Steve Lraytun Lo dun said I was to bring back L!ir l:cts an bandages an sunthin to eat. We must step around mighty softly an pick 'em up!" "And 1 will go back witb you! God gTant that his life may be spared!" "Hush, chile! Yo* can't go wid me tonight, but tomorrer. Dat's what Steve Brayton dun said. When I git back dar, I'll see Mars Kenton wid my own eyes, an I'll tell him all 'bout yo, an

Continued on Ihird Page.

MEMORIAL DAY GEMS.

As the eastern worshiper, before he enters the precincts of a holy place, divests himself of his workday garments lest they profane it with their grossness, so shdhld we leave behind us the passions and preju dioes of our daily lives as we approach the tombs of the mighty dead of our republic. These are the shrines of American patriot ism.—John S. Wise.

Bury hate, banish strife, keep alive love and hope, and under the flag of our Union and that banner on which is inscribed "Fraternity, Charity and Loyalty" let us march on to that greater and grander destiny which should be the fruitage of the tears and blood of our generation, and of the million heroes whose memory we honor by the beautiful ceremonies of Memorial day.—J. H. Davidson.

The fields where lie buried the heroes of the struggle for the preservation of the Union are more than cemeteries. They are gardens of glory where shall blossom eternally th« most splendid flowers of patriotIsm.

Rooms In Queer Colors.

Since Whistler introduced his celebrated "yellow room" the furnishing of apartments in odd tones has been extensively developed. A strong effect has been recently obtained by the use of violet—rather an odd color to use—but used with tasto it has given a result which is extremely pleasing.

Tho woodwork and furniture are carried out in white enamel, the walls having a paper with a design of violet figure on a white ground, with a deep frieze of tho popular olematis. The chintz hangings at windows and doorways show the wisteria blossom, and the bed is draped with violet silk fabric embroidered with the same purple flowers. A purple velours is used for upholstering the divan, heaped with pillows in whito and heliotrope combinod, the dressing table, like tho bed, "being draped with soft violet silk. The white framework of the mirror is ornamented with a spray of clematis, the linen covers and toilet mats being dotted with tiny purple blossoms wrought with a needle in washablo silks.

A largo rug, with very light ground, covers tho center of the floor, supplemented with white goatskin rugs effectively distributed.—Upholsterer.

The Perfect Union of the Present. It should be remembered that there never was such a complete union as since the civil war—a union in feeling and in de sires, in purpose as well as in form. In other years, before the sixties, the skeleton of an "irrepressible conflict" was always marring every feast the specter of war was always waving its hand over our most patriotic anniversary. Now tho past is buried in the grave with its dead, and the nation goes forth to new life, now hopes, to a destiny higher and nobler than would have been Dossiblo under the old regime.

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