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UNDER THE BRIDGE.
tTnder the bridge the river ran, '. t'ndei the bridge it went, Out through the fields as a river cin, Out mid the hills it bent. Under the bridge the waters whirled, Under the bridge they dashed. In many an eddy they twisted and curled, - O'er many a stone they splashed. Under the bridge I used to sit In the shadow that 11 made, And watch the Btream go under it And play In Its arched shade. Under the bridge I used to dream, Dream cf the years to come, . And painted I, then, In the sparkling stream The lands that my feet should roam. I saw a face it was young and fair Smile in the gleaming tide. And I said in my heart: "Beyond com pare Is the beautiful face of my bride." I saw In tho.depths of the waters clear Mv love, as she smiled on r.ie, And I heard the songs that my soul could hear In the years of the yet to be. I saw myself beloved of men, Honored of all the earth. And 1 looked through the mist to the hour when The people should own my worth. Under the bridge I sit nr.d slsh, Under its arched walls, But under a coUl a;;d cheerless shy, Where little of sunshine falls. Under the bridge I see the f!a; h Of the water that sadly moans, As under the bridge Its waves they dash, And over the old gray stones. I Prom under the brli!e I look away, Along the river's ! il, And mourn with t!it sad and cheerless day, O'er the dreams cf :r.y boyhood, dead. -Wilson H. SUtca, In Chicago Inter Ocean. mission, it was certainly pardonable, , S to sigh dismally through the Mm like he's a rot in a hole, less yeY, Copyrl-rM, 1895, by J. B mmm Llpplncutt Co. VI. Continued. Ringbrand saw his opportunity as distinctly as if its details had been writ ten in letters of fire on the murky back ground. Though both of the men hud guns, neither of them covered him; he had only to draw his revolver and step behind the tree, fighting or parley ing troui tnat Birongnoiu ns 1110 ur gency of the case demanded. It was all simple enough, and his mind was clear to direct; but alas! his palsied limbs refused to obey, nnd almost be fore he knew what. he was doing he was standing with uplifted hands, his teeth chattering and his knees shaking in a pitiable agony of fear. He captors gave him no time to pro test. "You go on ahcud," said the ono who had spoken, addressing his com panion. "Now, then, fall in, Mr. Spy, jest thar behind him, an don't you nev' look cross-eyed, 'les ye're hankerin' to get a bullet th'oo yer haid. March!" Ringbrand did ns he was told, follow ing the shadowy outline of his guide, who turned to the Jeft into the forest. As they stumbled along in the dark ness, he knew that a brave man would 'have yet turned defeat Into victory; they had not yet disarmed him, and he saw how easy it would be to make tun chances of a strugglo at least equal by shooting the man in front. Tho thought returned again and again with urgent insistence, but he could not bring himself to the point of action; and the opportunity vanished when the file-leader stopped at the bottom of a small sink-hole in the plateau, and, . turning upon him suddenly, pinioned his arms to his side with a few turns ol s rope, "What are you trying to do with me, anyway?" he demanded, while they were pushing him forward to a spot of blackness appenring liko the mouth of a well between two bowlders. "Jest you wait a minute, an' you'll see; we don't 'low to have no revenuera a-spyin' round this yere mounting." "But I'm no revenue officer; you should know that if you know anything - at all about me." "That's as how it may be; we don't low to take no chainces, nohow. Now, then, down you go." Kingband bit his tongue to keep from crying out as they thrust him for ward into the black hole between the rocks; there was a horrible sensation of falling into measureless depths, end ing in a sharp jerk of the rope around his body, and he remembered no more. VII. A CASE OF NECESSITY. Mr. Thomas Ludlow said what he be lieved to be the truth when he told his wife that the efforts of the company's attorneys to purchase the Bynum farm had come to naught, but in making the statement he had seriously underrated the astuteness of the gentlemen In ques tion. Instead of abandoning the at tempt, they had merely withdrawn from the field for the purpose of ap proaching it at a different angle, and Ludlow's assertion only proved how well the secrets of their plan had beer guarded. Indeed, at the very time when he had spoken so confidently of the failure of the New York attorneys, these worthy gentlemen had already begun an attack from another quarter; . a z., n 1 1 for there had been difficulties. Jule 1 Bynum was obstinately opposed to the sale from the first, because It involved the uprooting of the family from the poil of Tennessee and a migration to the unfamiliar regions of the Texas , frontier; and her reluctance was shared in a less degree by her brother Jed. On the other side, however, Jeff, in whom the seed of restlessness had been im planted on his former journey, was anxious to be gone again; nnd his sto ries of tho unrestrained life on the. border had gained him a partisan in the person of his other brother. With this equal division in numbers, the plans hinging upon tho sale of the farm hung in the balance until Jule's opposi tion was finally overcome by the arrival of a letter from her Unele Jed, who described, in such glowing terms as his limited vocabulary could furnish, tho prosperity which awaited them in the west. This letter had opportunely leached tho cove oit the day preceding the emissary's final visit, and its urg ing, together with a substantial In crease in price offered by the ambas sador, had procured the reluctant con sent of tho two obstructionists. Having thus arrived at the threshold of the proposed migration, tho details of its accomplishment wero arranged1 in the evening of the name day, when the family was gathered in the kitchen of.-tho farmhouse. Jeff nnd Jule did most of the talking; Jed set back in the chimney-corner, saying little; and !ud had taken the stock from his rifle and was swabbing the barrel in a pan of water before tho wide fireplace. ")' ye 'low ye can get ready for to light out by to-morrer night, Jule?" naked Jeff. ' "Oh, 1 reckon so," replied his sister, with a dissatisfied air; "y'all ain't gwine to rest now tell we's done to'n up nn' gone. Hut how d' ye reckon we-all can go in the night? They ain't no cyars o-runniu' then." Jeit rose from hi3 seat on the bed and broke, oil' a leaf from the bunch of tobacco hanging over tho fireplace. "We-all didn't 'low to take the cyars at the settlement," ho explained. "I been sort o' ligurin' on gcttin' squar' with that dern crowd up on the mounting 'fore we-all done lef Tennes see for good, an' 'tain't gwine he healthy for none o' we-all to be seen round here afterwards. Come to think of it, though, they ain't no use o' makin' you ride over tho mounting in tho night;' ye can go jest as well the nex' day nn' wait for we-all atMcNairville." "What on (op o' the yeth does y'-all want to start from McNairville for?" she asked, in surprise. " 'Cause the cyars done leave thar 'bout three o'clock in tho mo'nin', nn' we-all enn get th'oo yere an' make hit 'crost the mounting 'fore that time." "An' ye was 'lowin' to do that to-mor rer night?" "Xo; that 'd be too soon for what we's n-figurin' on; to-morrer's Thurs dayye can take the mar' an' ride over Friday, an' we-all '11 jine ye Friday nisrht. IIow'Il that thar do?" "Oh, I reckon I can go one time's well as another. What did y'-all do with the city feller las' night?" Bud chuckled. "Seared him plum to death nn' drapped him in the hole In 'Possum holler." "Didn't tote him up nothln' to cat, did ye?" "No. 'Lowed to let him go hongry for a spell, so 't he could sort o' see what hit was like." "What y'-all gwine do with him?" asked Jed, speaking for the first time. "Beckon we'll turn him loose after he's done scared up enough to min' his own business," responded Jeff, leisure ly filling his pipe with the crushed leaf of tobacco. " 'Tain't gwine hurt him none to stay thar a day or so." Jule went to the cupboard in the cor ner, nnd n few minutes later left the room. Jed broke the silence which fol lowed her departure. "I done heard that Tom Ludlow 'd put a gang to work- In in the McNabb ag'in to-day," he said. "I know hit," replied Jeff. "We-all '11 give 'em a s'prlse party 'bout to-morrer night. I reckon they'll keep gyard up thar, but that ain't gwine do no good." Bud shook his head. "No, they-all don't know nothin' about the crevice. Wonder if the city feller can hear 'em a-workin'?" "I reckon so," replied Jeff. "'Mos likely he's been a-hollerin' the top o' his haid off nil day, a-tryin to make out to raise somebody. I believe he was 'bout the worst scared-up feller I ever did see." ' Bud laughed. "lie Bhore was. lie trem'led jest like a gal when I was a tyin' his arms." Jeff tilted his chair against the wall and smoked meditatively until his pipo went out. "D'ye know, Buddy, I cayn't get shet o' the Idee that I've done see that thar feller afore" he knocked the nshes out of the pipe and dropped It Into his' pocket "an I jest cayn't rie'lict what By Hick'ryl I do rlc' lict, now!" The speaker brought his chair down with a crash, and the others looked up with astonishment at his sud den exclamation. "Whar was hit, Jeff?" asked Bud. "Hit was down at Waco; that's whar hit was" ho got up and paced the floor excitedly "that's jest whar hit was. I trees, sending occasional pulTi ddyiijg down the oiiimney to scatter tittle clouds of li'ht ashes from tho expiring embers on ihe hearth. The measured sob of the great engine at the furnace rose and fell on the breeze, mingftng its tones with the hoarser mutterings of 1 the approaching Btorin. At the head ' of the cove there is a deep cleft in the perpendicular wall of rock, known to the dwellers in Harmony Valley as "The Chimney." With tho breath of the tempest, the fissure becomes the di npason of nature's great organ, and al ready Its deep reedy voice could be heard, filling the cove with a sound like the rushing of the waves on a sandy beach, or like tho distance-softened roar of a mighty cataract. From his watch tower in the blasted oak behind the barn, a great owl added his mourn ful call to the weird noises of the night, whilo all the shriller and cheerfuller voices of nature were hushed and silent in tho presence of the storm-king. Jeit Bynum continued his monotonous walk up and down the narrow limits of the kitchen, stopping at each turn to peer out of the windows into the thickening gloora. Bud was the first to speak. "What-nll does ye 'low to do 'bout hit, Jeff?" he Inquired. The elder brother dropped into a chair and thrust his hands deep into his pockets. "I 'low I don't jest rightly know, Buddy I don't, for a fact; thar eavn't be no mistake; 1 ain't nowise likely to forget that thar face; hit's been a hnrnt to mo more'n one night senco I seed hit; hit hns, for shore." Jed got up and threw another stick of wood on the fire. "Ye reckon ye're plum shore, Jeff'.'" he asked. '"Pears like this yere feller's been mindin' his own business tol'ablc clost senco he come to the settlement." "No, Jed, ho hain't; thnt'B what's n-rattlin me. He was n-pryin' round this yere very cove only day before yis- tiddy; I seed him; an' Jule she took him uj) the mounting and p'inted him the way back from the McNabb." "Jule!" "Yes, Jule. I 'low she didn't know who 'r what he was. She done left him stnndin' afore the mouth of the tunnel. An' that ain't the mos' curiousest part o' hit; he scrambled into the hole over u'iut-blauk certain ye got to do hit. They went out noiaelesslv. rn as not to awaken Jule. aud Jeff led the way to the trail up which the woman had pi loted Ringbrand two days before. The wind had risen to u gale, and it was wringing and twisting the trees above their heads; but the rain delayed and the storm seemed to be blowing over. When they reached the base of the cliJT, they left the path and turned shortly to the right, following the line of the rocky wall until they reached a narrow ledge affording a procarious passage up to the table-land. Emerg ing, after a breathless scramble, upon the unsheltered mountain-top. where tho wind had full sweep, they pushed on gasping until they stood in the small ravine under the.leo of tho bowlders marking the entrance to Ringbrand's prison. Jeff uncoiled the rope ho had brought, nnd was preparing to descend, when Jed stopped him: "Don't ye 'low that'll be sort o' rcsky ? If that thar feller's what ye done took him for, he's gwine fight, for shore. He ain't gwine stan' still an' 'low ye to shoot him in col blood. The caution brought back with ap palling distinctness the ghastly horror of the deed they wero about to do. and they paused in fearful hesitation. Then Bud proposed that they go down into the other cavern, ui.ing the narrow crevice for a loop-hole, and a few min utes later ho and Jeff were standing it the pitchy darkness of the subterranean chamber, while Jed watched at tho aperture above. Jeff felt his way along one of the walls until he came to a niche where they kept n miner's lamp, and lighting this they cautiously reeon noitcred the adjoining chamber as well as they could by its inefficient help. The light from the lamp penetrated but a idiort distance beyond the narrow opening, but it answered the purpose, and they could see the shadowy outlines of the figure of a man stretched out pou the sandy fioor of the cavern. Jeff handed the lamp to his brother and took careful aim at tho motionless form; his hand trembled so that he could not hold the gun steady, and he got down upon his knees and rested it against the side of the crevice. Even then ho was long about it that Bud's nerve col lapsed nnd the lamp fell from his slink- ng fingers; it did not go out, aud as lie held U up again ho whispered : "Shoot -quick! 1 can't" A blinding flush illuminated the nvern, and the dead air of the place arred with a concussion that put out the light and reverbratetl like pent-up thunder in the arches of the vault. Tho two men fell over each other In their frantic haste to reach the open air. fighting like caged wild beasts for precedence up the difficult stairway; and when they emerged from the mouth of the smoky pit, the contagion of terror communi cated itcelf to their passive accomplice, and the three men scattered in a mad flight toward the cove. TO BE CONTINUED. Jeff roc slowly and took down bit rifle. and the emissary of a Cincinnati u ju.. broker, who was supposed to represent in the express onicc, wnen p.u. a new mining company organized in J fool messenger 'lowed to stan we-all had made more than one I " that city. stealthy visit to the farmhouse in the cove, driving thereto from Dunbar, the railway Btatlon next above Trcgarthen, for the purpose of keeping himself dis creetly in the background. This dip lomatic ambassador had his final inter view with the Bynums on the day fol lowing Eingbrand's excursion with the colonel; and when, late in the after noon, he drove back to the hotel in Dunbar, the deed to the Bynum acres was safely buttoned up in the inBlde oockct of his coat. If the shrewd agent congratulated himself a little on the success of his to talk, an' jest as I fired I done saw a man comln' in at tho back do'" He. paused and then added, Impressively; "Boys, hit was that thar city chap, an' he's down yere to get me." An awed silence fell upon the group in the kitchen after Jeff mode this an nouncement Bud put his gun together and londed it carefuly, sitting quietly afterward with the weapon across his knees; and Jed came out of his dark or;ier to feel mechanically on the high jnantel sholf for his pipe. The night had closed In with storm signals flying to the western sky, and the rising wind the broken rocks, nn' jest about a min' uto afterwards he come a-pilin' out o' thar like he seed n harnt, an' tho last I seed o' him he was a-mak In' the longest kind o' tracks to'rdst the valley." "What d' ye reckon he seed in thar?" "I'll nev' tell yc; but that hain't the question; hit looks mighty like he's a- sneakin' round yere to fin' out some thin' 'bout we-all, on' 1 reckon thar's got to be somethin' done." Hud glanced around into the gather Ing shadows in the room, and asked "Whar's Jule?" "I dunno." reulied Jeff; "g-one to haid, I reckon." Bud stood his rifle In the chimney corner and went out, coming back in a moment to say: "I reckon she has leastways, thar's no light." Another interval of oppressive si lence followed Bud's assurance. The three men sat around the hearth, each knowing the others' thought, nnd each hoping that one of the others would put the pitiless suggestion into words, While they waited the first great dropi of rain pattered on the roof, and the soughing of the wind through the tree tops and the louder growling of the thunder, drowned the roar of "Ihe Chimney." The dusky interior of the kitchen grew more shadowy aa the handful of fire on the hearth died down, and the darkness was intensified by an occasional flash of lightning contrast ing its glare with the twilight of tho room. The red glow from the coals fell upon the faces of the three brothers grouped about the fireplace and sitting In silent judgment upon a man whose only offense was his resemblance to some other man. Each of the three felt .hat there was a terrible margin of doubt, and yet each knew; that tt was only doubt and not certainty. If their prisoner and the Blngle witness of Jeff's crime were identical, there could be no safety for at least one of them while the man lived; if not if Jeff were mis taken, after all the alternative was sufficiently dreadful to make them hes itate to give it shape in speech. The suggestion came finally from the one who was most deeply concerned. Jeff rose Blowly and took down his riflo from its pegs over the mantel. "I reck' on hit's got to be done, boys," he said, huskily. "I hate hit mighty bad, but I cavn't affo'd to take no chainces." Bud joined him at once, but Jed hes itated. "You don t have to come, Jed,' said the elder brother; "two of us is enough, an' I know ye ain't afeard." "I'm goin' 'long with you-all, only I hope yere pow'ful shore, Jeff; seem like hit's mighty tough to go an' shoot ti 111 I IllHSQ i I . i i&m & "The North Pole made use of at last." & Always at the front and wherever I "BATTLE AX" goes it is the 1 biggest thing in sight It is as re- markable for its fine flavor and quality g S as for its low price A 5 cent piece i of "BATTLE AX" is almost as S large as a JO cent piece of any other equally good tobacco, S 'WHERE DIRT GATHERS, WASTE RULES." GREAT SAVING RESULTS FROM THE ; USE OP 3AXON DRINKING BOUTS. They Grew Ont of an Attempt at Teia pentnee. The Saxons were mighty eaters and drinkers. The iueod horn plays a great part in the very earliest literature, and already In the sixth century the tem perance movement definitely began. Members of the Church of England Temperance society will be glad to know that It began with the church, but that unfortunntely was because the church required it. St. Hildas tho Wise (A. D. 570), observed with pain that not only the laity, but also the clergy wero scandalously given to habits of intox ication, issued some rules to his own monks, and ordained that "if any one, through drinking too freely, gets thick of speech bo that he cannot join in the psalmody, he is to be deprived of his supper." This docs not err on the side of severity and the test is charmingly naive, but at any rate the blame win laid on the culprit. St. David (A. D. 5C9) took a more modern view, and published the pub' lican in addition, so to speak. His monks were also accustomed to go about and get drunk in a friendly wny, so ho ordained, among other rules. that "he' that forces another to get drunk out of his hospitality must do penance as if he had got drunk him self." However, things seem to have gone on very much the same until we come to King Edgar, who, at the in-, stance of Dunstan, made the first at tempt at sobriety by act of parliament if the anachronism mny be allowed as near as may be 1,000 years ago, He suppressed a great number of ale houses, and. in order to lessen the depth of his subjects' potations, invent ed "drinking to pegs," which would be eauivalent to rec-ulatinfr the size of the tumbler. Peoule used to drink then out of wooden pots holding half a gallon, and the king had eight pegs or pins insert ed, dividing tho pot into bo many doses of half a pint, like a medicine bottle, But alas, for human attempts to cir cumvent the-demon of drink. Drink ing to pegs presently became a merry pastime and a means of encouraging intoxication, like "buzzing" in the last century; and at no distant date An- eelm had to forbid his clergy expressly to "go to drinking bouts And drink to pegs." National Review. Established in 1864. 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