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VOL X NO 33
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lKBHHv
AN AUTUMN EVE.
PAUL T. OODrnEV.
Tis a tranquil eve the csper star
Is a loellnes seicnc,
Ami down the horizon, faint and far,
Thol'lelades msy ho seen:
1 know not whybut they always seem
To me thro' the autumn's hazo,
To he dro lining a sweetly pcnslvu dream
Of the lost of other da s.
There's a bland conlontment In tl o air.
And a s:ieU o'er living things;
There's abcnedlctlon and a prayer,
Soaring high on Nature's wlnjrs;
Hat thcro Is a sadness In my heart,
This rarely beauteous eve:
Anon I sigh, hut no teardrops start;
I muse, hut I do not grievo.
In my happy boyhood's fleeting time,
Jtany:cves like this I knew,
When the far-off bell played amasicchlme.
And theclfln buzles blew.
Thf n I was not sad, for my spirit had
, All tbe.Tnne-ime life and glow .
Oh,-llght is'tbe helrt'not yet jrrovfobad';i
Or burdened with pleasure's woe!
While I watch the pale, sweet planets roll,
With the old sort light or yore,
A memory is-whlspering to my soul,
Like a shell jrom the Uy-gone's shore.
'Tis a concord rom ihe stl'lnesa caught.
Aid It sobs with & decpregret
A symathy relt in pulse and thought
For the suns forever sot.
Oh. ye dear deal vision of delight!
Oh, love that I knew In vain!
Yonr ashes stlrin my heart to-night,
With the bitterness of pain!
All the glnd inspiration of the Spring
From my breast cr the autumn went.
And my spirit droops itslnnrmid wing,
In afervid discontent.
Tlure Is something I.know it by no name J
in the season of blight and Irost,
T.ie wayward mortal a time to tame,
With the thought orEdens lost.
Is it dejection, or Is it grier,
This ghost of the vanished years?
Oh, either or both, there is a relier
And a comiorting hope in tears!
TUC
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OF
TEE 2SEST0PE0&
Ey Henry Dale.
CHAPTER IX.
Confound the rascal, said the
Captain, staggering for a moment
under the force of tLe blow, "I
wish I had him."
Ho was stunned bnt for a mo
momont, and then set off in the
direction the fellow had taken.
He was guided by the sound of
footsteps scrambling along over
theroun uneven ground. The
stony earth was covered with
small cedars and ornamental trees
which hindered tho fugitive's
flight
Griffith snatched a pistol from
his belt, intending to fire a shot
after the retreating man, but a
second reflection decided him not
to do so. A shot so near the
house might injure the sleeping
patient and needlessly alarm Ola,
besides, he bad no doubt that the
man who was flying before him
was none other than one- of his
own ovorzealous sentries.
I will overtake the scoundrel at
any rate and punish him for his
imprudence," the young officer
thought
He ran as rapidly as he could,
but the fugitivo wm equally as
fleet as himsel. He did not gain
on him, in fact ho was rather los
ing ground, when his foot slipped
on a wet stone and he fell heavily
upon the ground.
The commander of the fort was
not injured by tho fall and was on
his feet in a moment. The sharp
report of a musket down close to
the embankment rang out on the
air.
Griffith hurried up to where the
shot had been fired and found
several of the villagers already
hastening there.
"What is tho matter?" asked the
Captain.
"A feller come runnin' long
here, knocked mo down an' run
oyer me like blazes, jumped the
the works and skipped. I shot at
him, but I swar I don't believe I
teched hair or hide o' him," said
the sentry.
"Which way clidLe go?" asked
the officer, with no little anxiety.
"Right off into tho woods. He's
a Britisher, yer bet" ,
"Our pickets may catch him,"
said the Captain, climbing upon
tho breastworks. He did not con
sider that his pickets were all iu
aKperienced men and wore liable
to let tho spy through. Their stu
pidity alone could have allowed
him to gain admission. Some ono
had a lantern with them, and by
dim light it gave the Captain saw
a dark form leap fiorn tho top of
tho parapet into the darkness.
Captain Alton fired his pistol
at tho fugitive, but owin to the
intense darkness he missed. The
footsteps of tho retreating man
could bo heard flying through the
woods.
Ho was half-inclined to firo a
second shoe at him, but realizing
the uselessness of tho act ho put
up his pistol.
"Come on, conic on, half a doz
en of you," ho cried, excitedly.
"We will not allow them to escape.
Ijet us follow and overhaul them;
there are but two."
Six ..or, seven citizens,' armed
with muskets'anabayonetcVBpTnnjrl
over the parapet with him and
starte 1 through the woods.
Tho ground was uneven, the
trees thick, the hillside rocky,
and the night so dark that it was
impossible for them to more than
grope their way.
"Halt!" a voice suddenly called.
A click, a flash, a report, and tho
whistling of a bullet close to his
head, warned Griffith that thoy
were advancing upon tho nervous,
excitad pickets. They came to a
halt, and Griffith cried:
"Stop firing; we are friends."
"Why didn't ye say so?" said
the picket
"You gave us no chance."
"What's the matter? what was
that shootin' back there about?"
asked the guard as they advanced.
Griffith explained that there had
been some of tho enemy in their
lines and they fired at them as
they ran out, and asked:
"Did any ono pass you?"
"No," the picket answered, "no
un's passed us; no un's could go
past us."
"They did; they come through
your lines into our workf," said
Captain Alton.
"Griff, where are you?" called a
voice in his rear, and the next mo
ment Jack Hatchet came up,
panting and wiping the perspira
tion from his face.
"Jack, what arc you doing
here?" the Captain asked
"Oh, I heered tho shootin', an
come out to see what was the mat
ter; an' I kep' on comin' till I
found ye."
"But you had no ordei s to fol
low me?"
'No, nor I didn't waut, Griff.
Ef ye war in danger, that was all
I wanted to know, an' I jest put
in to help ye out"
"Well, Jack, I shall not reprove
you, for your motive is evidently a
good one; but it does not express
very good discipline on our part
to have soldies acting without or
ders." "Oh, ding it, Griff! I ain't to
try to understand anything 'bout
discipline. Fact is, I don't keer
a straw. Wljen thar's needed a
sledge-hammer blow, jest count
on old Jack, that's all."
"Como on we will scour the
woods, dark as it is, and try and
discover some o these spies."
"All right, Griff; I'll go with ye
wherever ye say, but it seems to
me like lookin' fur a needle in a
haystack to-night"
Griffith Alton cautioned all to
be quiet, deployed them in the
woods and made a forword move
ment. Thcro was little hope in
this intense darkness of finding
spies in the woods. It would be
but a bare possibility if they came
on them at all.
If the Bri tish intended making
a night attack, which ho believbd
they did not, they would in all
probability meet their advancing
lines. The Americans possessed
an advantage over the enemy in
being thoroughly acquainted with
every foot of the ground. They
were foemen not to be dispised.
American riflemen have always
proved a match for regulars and in
the singular warfare in tho woods,
where so much depends on accu
racy of aim, and so little on mili
tary tactics, thoy are their superi
or. The citizen soldiers of Manoa
had'liad their mettle tested, and
were not lacking in confidence in
themselves. Eor several hundred
yards they had cautiously advanc-
j ed in tho wooda.
m
suddenly
net raps
thore
came tnreoi
i-l M
soundiug very iflc
a
like Eomo
one striking n cartt
$ box.
The Americana
to a halt.
"Can it bo posa
wo have
como on tho Unit
pickets?"
.vz
Uaptam Alton asKjaj
imself. Not
a word
was
spoke:
f'd a dead
silence reigned oyei
i woods.
3-pfckots to
"It was common'
rap on their car
5J. UUAttfl 111-
stead of hailing an
ncing foe.
A moments silence
,then came
three load raps, anKyoicc cried:
"Who goes there
Bevond a doubtflhad stnra-
bleu on the Jintisu pussets, though
tho land forces
wera
"rjai
ibijHhe we3t
:pij?t
ttiBei0rtf asttgsyenf
, ,--i . r . i - SKSbHua.-ii?, f !
rTSJ-i LT
xm
north sido. Tis' picket had been
thrown out by the mariues from
tho man-of-war.
"Here is a mystery," the young
commander thought. "This must
bo seen iutoi at once. 1 wish I
knew how many they were. We
will investigate it anyway."
Ho was quick to think and
equally as qr.ick to act. The
words had scarcsly escapped the
officer hailing them, when Griffith
answered:
"It is friends."
"Have you succeeded?" wa3 next
asked.
"What on earth does ho mean?'
the Captain asked himself, but,
determined now to play a bold
part, he answered:
"No, not yet"
"Tney've got a strong guard all
round their works, have they?"
Griffith, holding a cocked pistol
in one hand and a sword in the
other, was slowly advancing to
ward the Englishman. His mind
was acting with lightning like
rapidity, and he concluded beyond
a doubt that this was only a party,
either of the land forces or ma
rines from the Xenophon, sent out
to accomplish some object, which,
beyond a doubt, was to spike the
guns.
"Little did lie dream what that
party had been sent for. To have
spiked every cannon in the fort
would have been of small amount
compared to their fiendish design.
"What did ye come back for till
ye done it?" the Briton asked.
"I had to," he answered, blind
ly. "Was it you who fired t'aose
shots?"
"They were at us."
"You have roused the guards by
your blundering, and the job has
not been done yet"
The man who was addressing
Griffith was evidently an officer.
The young captain now resolved
on a bold plan a plan which was
both bold and desperate. It might
result in his losing his life, but it
promised success in ferreting ou
this mystery.
"Are they there?" asked the
voice.
"Who?" he asked.
n"The deserters' Burnett and
Dawes," the British officer of ma
rines asked.
"Yes; we think there can be no
doubt of it," the American officer
answered.
"Then Cap'n Monteith was
right Well, won't they swing at
the yard arm when we get 'em? It
was Burnett who did that execu
tion to our ship."
"Then Burnott is not a traitor
or spy, thought Captain Alton.
"We were wrong."
The American was trying to dis
cover how many men the officer of
tho marines had with him, but was
wholly unable to do that. He
heard him occasionally speak to
some one, but it was in an under
tone, and he could gain no infor
mation from what he said.
He at last came up to the officer
Two or threo dark forms were
standiug about him, batjthe officer
was cne pace to the front.
"What are you going to do
now?" the marine asked.
"Come this way a moment"
The officer took ono Btep for
ward and then his suspicions be
ing aroused, he started back, say
ing: "There's something wrong
here."
"Surrender!", and Griffith seiz
ed him by ihe arm and laid the
muzzle of' hia pistol against the
Briton's temple.
"Ho, here!" shouted the officer.
"Hold! Another wotd and you
aro a dead man!"
But tho mischief was already
dono. There was a rush of foot
stops before and behind. A ma
rine thrust the muzzlo of h gun at
the side of Griffith, but he quickly
whirled the officer around so that
the contents o the musket enter
ed his heart and he fell dead.
"Hold on! Hold on, thar, by tar
nation," roared Jack HatcbeJ;,
coming forward with terrible
strides. The flash of the gun had
.partially lighted the scene. Jack
JLfcOi'atwoo.thers. leveled
o
to the darkness their shots failed
to be effective.
The flash of their guns, however
sufficiently broko tho gloom which
enveloped them to allow them to
see four or five British marines.
The Americans charged with yells,
clubbing their guns. The marines
fired their muskets and for a few
moments stood with fixed bayo
nets. But in the contest in the
dark, tho impetuous Americans
had the advantage.
One or two of the British 7,-ere
knocked down, and Griffith
wounded another with his
sword. All, however, got away.
The sound of their retreating
footsiops alone broke the silence
which had fallen upon the scene
after the brief contlict
"They're gone," said some one.
"Yesconsarn their pictures, its
jest al!er3 the way," roared Jack
Hatchet. "They allers skip out
jest when a feller gits his hand in.
Oh, I wish they'd jest stay. Great
Jehosiphat! why didn't it jest last
a minnit longer so that I, could a
eased up a little!"
"Hush, Jack," said the young
commander, "this is no time to
boast of what we would do. We
must follow them."
"That jest suits me exactly,"
said Jack. "Which way-are they
gone?"
"Down toward the coast around
the bat-, The vessel is just off the
island "
"Well, I'm ready tofollowthem
aboard the darned British man-'o-war."
The undaunted little band of
Americans set off through the
woods, to meet danger and adven
tures of which they nover dream
ed. CHAPTER XII.
OL.V CAPTURED.
Ola Gatrell remained in the
room with tho wounded sea cap
tain, gazing for a long time on his
heaving chest and difficult breath
ing. It was quite apparent that
Captain JGartrell was growing
very -weak. Removing him to his
own room and bed had so exhaust
ed him that he was scarcely able
to speak.
Ola, with all the tender sympa
thy of a loving daughter, hung
about the bed ol the dying man
and tears trickled down her
cheeks.
"Don't cry, honey," said the
warm-hearted Mrs. Hatchet
"We've all got to die some time;
yer father's jest agoin' a few days
afor the others, that's all."
"But, Mrs. Hatchet, it ib sad to
think that he, vho had but a few
days left at best, should be snatch
ed away in this manner should
die such a violent death :
Poor Ola broke down and sob
bed. The wounded man woke in
time to hear her last words. He
sat up in bed and in a feeble voice
called:
"Ola, Ola, my dear child, come
here!"
She dried her tears and stood
by his beaside. "You have been
weeping," the wounded sailor said
trying to smile, but a twinge of
pain in his side drove the smile
away.
"I will not weep if it annoys
you, father, she said, sitting down
by his bedside.
He gently drew her face toward
him, and, kissing her as he was
wont to do when sho was an in
fant, said:
"My child my dear child! for,
though there is no blood relaticn
between us, I will etill call you my
dear child." Ho was so weak he
was forced to stop and rest,
though his feeble arm was still
about her neck.
"Do not try to talk father," she
said; "you arc too weak, and your
strength has been taxed too much
already."
"I will not talk more than is
good for me, my dearchild," he
he said pausing for breath. "You
are my child my own child are
yortnot, Ola?" he asked, his eyes
growingunnaturally' bright
"Of course I am, iather; no one
igot,'
His mind seemed to wander,'
and for a moment th.3 sea captain
muttered some unintelligible sen
tences. "I knew you would not deny be
ing my child," he finally said.
"That ship that wreck that
storm, Ola and also after I had
been told that my own wife and
child had perished. It was my
own wife I found dead and disfig
ured on the wreck. It was my
own child I rescued from tho
wrsck. Pocr Ola my own little
darling Lmust soon go and leave
you "
"Oh, father, don't talk so! won't
you ttyand sleep again?"
"Sleep, child? I will soon sleep.
It will be the last, long sleep that
sleep that knows no waking. I am
nearing port, my sails are short
ened, Ola, and soon I'll cast anch
or in tne naven or rest, unt you
won't be alone."
"You are :aking too much, fath
er. You must talk no more. Do
please be quiet."
"Never fear, child; 1 know when
to lay to," the sailor answered.
"Don't be uneasy about me, for
this old storm tossed hulk is going
into the dry-dock, but you will not
be alone. He love3 you, dear, and
and will never forsake you. He is
nature's true nobleman. Never did
ship sail under fairer colors."
"No, father, I have no fears of
being left alone or' neglected. Now
go to sleep."
He laid his hand lovingly upon
her face, patted her cheek and
sunk into slumber.
Mrs. Hatchet, who had stood in
the background while the father
and daughter were conversing,
now motioned Ola to come away.
Sho removed the hand which
still rested upon her head and rose
without waking him.
"I will go to my room, Mrs.
Hatchet," she said.
As she was crossing the hall she
heard the report of a gun or pis
tol toward the earthworks on the
southeast Her heart bounding
O
with fear, she hastened out to the
piazza in front of the house. All
was intense darkness, but she
could hear a rush of footateps
down toward the earthworks.
A few moments later ahe
caught the faint gleam of a lant
ern and another shot was heard.
"What is it another fight?"
asked Mrs. Hatchet, hastening out
upon the piazza.
"I do not know. Did it wake
father she asked.
"No."
"Please look in and see if he
still sleeps."
Mrs. Hatchet stole noiselessly
away to the room of the wounded
man and found him still quietly
Bleeping. Then she returned to
the piazza. Both listened to the
noise and confusion all along the
line of earthworks. There were
loud voices and tho hurrying of
footsteps of men.
"The spies have again been at
work, Mrs. Hatchet"
Then they cannot charge him
with being a spy."
"Who?"
'The deserter of tho Xenophon
that mysterious gunner who
drove the man-of-war from the
harbor."
"But Jack believes he is a spy."
He cannot be, for Griffith said
he was a prisoner locked up in the
guard-house, and it cannot be."
"It don't make no difference '
Fhoit is," said Mrs. Hatchet;
"there is great danger to us."
Ola agreed with her, but felt
some little relief in knowing that
that strange man in whom sho had
great interest was now nbovo sus
picion. In the noise and confusion tho
two women did not notice that the
guards, which had been left at the
house, had forgotten their duty
and were hurrying down to, the
parapet where tho excitement and
confusion was. The house was
entirely unprotected, and tho wo
men at the mercy of the maraud
ers who might be bold enough to
enter the house
Captain Gatrell's house, tho
reader will doubtless retnombur.
jtpdfL on ,the,. hill.,at the extremo
irai:?-
iatts''f" rs.
ust within tho line of 'earthworks '
Ihere was a ravine spanned by a
foot-bridge between thohouaonnd
the village.
This isolated house was some
distance from any other, and
might easily be raided without
any one else in the village being
any tho wiser.
After a while the excitement
seemed to die away. The women
were about turning around to go
into the houic when tho discharge
of musketry in tho distance .vas
borne to their ears.
U"What does that mean?" Ola
asked.
"There is fighting down there."
For a few moments a sharp fir
ing was heard and nil became still.
Then camo a hnrried tramn of
feet, and the voice of the Yankee
Simon was heard to say:
"Come on, boys. Consam their
picturs, we'll make 'em think old
Nick's eont to-night!"
Ola could hear the Yankee with
about fifty others leap tho breast
works and hasten away through
the woods in the direction of tho
firing.
Again all became silent and
Ola and Z,frs. Hatcnet re-entered
the house. They stole io the in
valid's room and found him still
asleep. All through the confusion
and uproar of that terrible niht
he had slept
Mrs. Hatchet at last nrevailed
on our heroine to go to her room
and retire. Days of anxiety and
nights of wakefulness had almost
exhausted the poor girl, and her
own room seemed so neat and
quiet when sho reached it that
she thought she could sleep sweet
ly.
She threw herself on the br-d
without removing her clothes and
in a few moments was unconscious.
The midnight hour came and
silent still enwrapped the Gatrell
mansion.
Tho church clock in the steeple
had jnit-ceased striking twelve
and the last echo was dying away
among tho distant hills, when
there camo to the window that
same dark face which had peered
in on the lovers. Thorp won n
diabolical grin upon it, and tho
eyes gieameu ivitua faendish de
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vation oil should be thoronghly
rubbed in. it kills pain. Price 23
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keeps cool in time of danger except
its tail. That gets rattled.
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