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WATEHBtIR fiVENtKG BjafOCBXT: tHTJHSlUY JANUARY 10 V CAPTIVE. . . Sy JOSEPH , A." ALTSHELEB, artftor of "A. Soldier of Manhattan," K : "The Sun o Saratoga," Etc. I fCcpyrtt, lW, by Joseph A. Altsheler.J , CHAPTER ILL -f THE MERIT OP A GOOD HORSE. ; 1 paused,? not to swear this time, but for "a momentary reflection on the vani ty of raan and the deceitf ulness of wom an in taking advantage of it, and then I prang upon the back of that old brown hack confound him . for an army .mule without the ears! and gave chase. I had no switch or whip, but I roweled him and kicked him in the sides until I frightened him into a greater speed than he or any one else believed to dwell within his long frame. He gave a wild enort, and we plunged after the fleet girl, rocking and swaying like a boat in - a stormy sea, but even with such exer tion he could not compare with Old Put. Despite the anxiety of the moment, I noted his inferiority with some pride, but then I remembered how much de pended upon the success of the pursuit, end I continued to urge on my own mount Strive and strain as we could and ride and thump as I would with all my arms and legs, we lost ground rapidly. The girl turned her head once to look at me, and I thought I saw a look of triumph ', on her face, but I suppose it was my imagination wliich was indus triously tormenting me just then. I groaned at the certainty of her escape, and then hope seized me, for I remem bered suddenly that I, too, had a trick to play. Old Put and I possessed a com mon language in which we often talked, with perfect understanding. I put two fincvA-i-a -k Una onI Til ttt hottr'non them a long, shrill whistle, which cut the air and traveled like the scream of a fife. It was a request, a command ' even, to him to stop and wait for me. He twisted his long neck in the manner of one listening, looking back at me to see what I meant, but ho went on, though with slightly diminished speed, his manner indicating that he was un certain what I had said. The girl was belaboring him with the switch, for she must have noticed bis decreasing gait. I whistled again, and as Old Put's pace sank to a trot ;:t i-hi e rcelvw.i.tlie switch. I STARED INTO THE t. ''lA. ThlfoTwTiistle, and TJId" Put; how lit "perfect accord with me, stopped stock Estill; not only that, but he faced about ud neighed joy sly. The girl threw ''the remains of or switch upon the ground and began to cry, not pitifully, " but angrily, fiercely. I rode up slowly and held out my hand to Old Put, who rubbed his nose against it. He knew ilia master ana Dest xnena. rs ever iiau. ' I- beaten him, and now there were -.stripes and welts on his side where she - had pounded him with a switch, or rather stick. ' I "Why did you not tell me what sort of a horse he was," she cried, "and Hhen . I would ' not have made myself t look so ridiculous, sitting here as if . I had been tied and waiting for you to come up?" " ' X' "Mi 88 Howard," said I in some as- : : tonishment, "do yon expect me to show yon the way to escape?" . t, "I do not expect anything from you, ;' a rebel,-" she said. "Do not speak to v me: again." , 1 All right ; that suited me. I did not wish to talk to her. She used words " only to inveigle me into some incau-' t. : ttona mood. But it was necessary for me to tell her to dismount in order that I -'might change saddles again, as I did apt Intend to glv.e her another such op portunity. I did not offer to assist her, having had enough of that, but stood beside the . brown hack, watching her: - with a look that was now strictly mili tary' :v v flbn't'vrtn helrj ma down?" she . Mid angrily. "Have yon ho courtesy jalady?" " h "Ton have declined such assistance ' rebel before," I said in reply to v J rrtniexpected question. - , . - r Aad I decline again. You needn't "1 it," she said abruptly, springing to 'tfT&snd. when I had no thought of Jmbcd aa she was off his back Old Jt '.6wed the greatest distrust of her S rsio : Be shied as far away vb as my hold on his bridle would '-a,'.td: his big, dark eyes shone , rth.. Iw glad that he had -' Vta his tensest and he, like I, i Vywnber thoroughly tram -4 to Is daoeived by m .uymmkv "mmfsmfi ?&mgSJi mum mm -:. "mm1 1 v. mm ffjf s .mm- mm JL 7WJ. MMmg& "CSSSSBAY . VJBF " .. flHftftV film He nodded his head in emphatic fash- fion, and his big eyo winked intelligent ly. Her eyes flashed a little, but she took no other notice. ' ' ; , - - "Look well at this lady, Put," I said. "Do you note her?' He nodded. - - - "She's. English,' we're Americans, and therefore she's an enemy and not to be trusted." Watch her well," I con tinued. ' , , . He nodded violently. "Now, Miss Howard," I said severe ly, "I've changed those saddles, and they are ready for -our use when we need them, but meanwhile we'll walk again, as we've tired our horses out for the second time, and all your fault too. " She said nothing, but walked on in the way which I had indicated, keeping eight or ten feet from me. She had ceased to cry and had given her features a fixed and angry set. : I was troubled greatly. "We had wasted so much time over her futile efforts to escape that the problem of a, night's shelter had grown more diffi cult and pressing, aud I intended that my attention should not" be diverted from it.again. Therefore I would take precautions. I drew from my pocket a long silk handkerchief, a trophy cf the .Monmouth campaign, which I had pre served with great care. "Hold out your hands," I said. "What would you do?" she asked, turning upon me a look of fire. Eut I was firm. My experience had been too great. "Holdout your hands, " I repeated. "I intend to bind them together. You play too many tricks." "You are not a gentleman." "You have told me that three or four times already. It won't bear further repetition." "Twill not submit to such a thing." "Then I will have to use force, which will make it much moro unpleasant for you." I hated to do what I had planned. It was rude and severe, but then there are few who have had women prisoners liko mine, and consequently there are few who are in a position to judge me. I prefer greatly to deal with the regular forces, but in this case I had no choice, and so I strengthened my will and pro ceeded. "Hold out your wrists, " I repeated. "I shall not hurt you. I merely wish to keep you out of further mischief. ' ' "I shall never forgive you," she said. I could afford to laugh at such a threat. .. - - .' -" "T trust that nobody will forgive me until I ask for forgiveness," I said. She looked at me, her eyes full of re bellion. I thought she was going to raise her hand to strike me, but women are so changeable, and uncertain. In stead she held out her hands meekly. I bound hr wrists together and no ticed that they were white and well molded. The handkerchief was soft and could not pain her at all, and, besides, her hands were bound in front of her and not behind her. She need feel no inconvenience, but she must realize that her opportunities for mischief were di minished vastly. Old Put looked at her with an air of triumph, as much as to say, "Now, miss, yea are being pun ished, and punished deservedly, for beat ing me so much. " That seemed to be her own understanding of herself. We resumed our march, the horses walking behind us. The rim of the sun was now meeting the rim of the earth, and the western skies were tinged with ruddy fire. In the east the misty gray of twilight was descending on field and forest, and the chill of night was creep ing over everything. Even in our South Carolina latitudes the nights are cold in midwinter, and I shivered as a twilight wind, ;sith a raw edge to it, swept over the plain. . There was a heavy cloak hanging at her saddle horn, or she had not ven tured upon her journey unprepared. I took it off and threvr it over her shoul ders.. It fell below her waist like a great coat,, and I buttoned it securely around her neck. "You are a barbarian," she said. "I know it," I replied, "but I do not intend to let you .suffer more than is necessary for' your own good. - That is the kind-of barbarians we are in this country." -- - Tho country was lone ,and desolate, for we were on the sterile slopes of the hills. It was thinly peopled at the best' of, times, but now, raided incessantly by Tarleton's legion, Which, knew no mercy to any thing,' whether animate or inani mate, and plundered, too,, by wild hands Which claimed, to belong to either 'army, as the occasion served, and perhaps be longed to neitherrthe, people had fled to securer regions, where one side or the other was master. Only those who have seen it kw the sdS firings at a. country y '-i y-t 4 'v.- BED OF RED COALS. S3iA . ' . tcly bands. X had " hoped ' "to find some . friendly farmer bolder than the rest with whom my prisoner ana , 1 could, nna shelter, or if not that, at least some abandoned house which would give ns a roof, bat I saw no sign of a human face except our own, and bo roof appear ed either in the fields or among the trees. It was a solitude bleak and cold, and the declining sun, now half way behind the earth, warned me that it would soon be time to stop, for the darkness would be upon us, and in a land of hills, gullies and no roads we could not travel well without light. " Despairing of such shelter as I had expected, I turned our course toward a thick grove of trees rising like a great castle on the left. When we entered it, the shadows already made darkness there, and the night wind moaned among the dry branches of the trees. I saw the girl shiver, and again I felt pity for her in spite of all that she tried to do, though I lost none of my distrust and caution. Almost in the center of the grove was a small open space, sheltered from the rush of cold air by the great trees which grew so thickly around it. It seemed to me to be the likeliest spot we could find for a camp. I hitched the horsos to boughs'of the trees and took from my pocket a small flask of that cheer which a good soldier seldom neglects; I drew the stopper and handed it to the girl. "Take a little of this," I said. "Yon must if you do not expect to catch your death of cold. " "I would if I could," she said, "but I cannot while my hands are tied." "I had forgotten the handkerchief, " I replied, "but I don't think we'll need it any longer. You havo been warned sufficiently." I unbound her wrists and replaced the handkerchief in my pocket. "But don'tforget," I said, "that this handkerchief is an evidence that I have put my mark upon you and that you be long to me that is, you are my prisoner until such timo as I choose to give you up." Her face flashed. "I will not endure such talk, " she said, "from a rebel who within six months may be hanged by his outraged king for treason." "You can't escape it," I said, "and J 1. .. 1 . 14. 1 . . 1 , C 1 . , I catches me. It's a long way from Lon I don to South Carolina, and I hear the ' king is fat and lazy and suffers from seasickness. " Eut she drank the whisky, just a lit tle of it, though enough to put more sparkle in her eye, and handed the flask to me without a word of thanks. Then she sat down on a fallen tree and looked idly in front of her as if she had no in terest whatever in anything. I gathered uparjinfuls of the dry m n,.i brushwood and tossed them into aTieap, to which I set fire with the flint and steel I always carried. The fire blazed up rapidly and snapped as it bit through the wood. Its merry crackling drowned the desolate moan of the wind, and the long red ribbons of flame and the fast forming bed of live coals . threw out a kindly heat that fended off the chill of the night. Even the girl, angry and hu miliated as she seemed to be, felt the influence of the light and warmth and edged along the log until she was much closer and the fire could shine directly upon her face. Old Put was frank in his appreciation, coming to the full length of his tether and wagging his head in a manner which said to me as plain as day, "You have done well. " Even the stupid brown hack understood and imitated Old Put's example. ' Higher rose the fire and drove back the shadows, but the darkness was now rolling up to the circle of light, and beyond the sparkle of the flames began to rise like a wall. The sun was gone, and a faint, fading pink tint in the west marked the way his flight had taken him. Over all the world the twi light drooped, and the winter wind mourned the dead day. ' . "Are there ghosts in the forest?" sud denly asked the girlJ -t "None that I ever heard cf," I said. "It is so unlike England." "How?" .' - . ; -. ,' .'' - ' .' "So much wilder." .' - I had heard of their forests there, or rather what they call forests some acres of trees, with the undergrowth cut away and the lawns shaven, every rod patrolled by keepers or workmen, a mere plaything of a . forest but here in America are - the real forests, just as naturenade them, the desolate wilder ness through which the wild animals howl, while the lone wind -plays4 its song on the' branches or leaves of the trees. .This is the real forest; a place in which man 'becomes about as big as a cork on the seat Never the lone hunter, though 50 years: his home, fails to feel its immensity and desolation. The girl drew the edges of her cloak -a little mew. tiefetlT wA antii u clpae'to &a 3.) fire asthe end cf i log -miaia allow her. ' - -- - " - "If yon will permit me," I said, "I will give yon a better seat by the fire than that." ; - She rose without a word, and I rolled the log well within the warmth of the blaze. She resumed her seat, and the trelight flickered and played over her face, tinting her cheeks with deep red and spangling her bronze gold hair with patches of scarlet and crimson. The' little 'red cap' had been pulled se curely down on her head, and, sitting there in the alternate light and dark ness, her figure lithe and strong, she looked like some Saxon wood nymph. But I did not cease my good deeds. I call myself a forethoughtful trooper, and from the saddlebags I carried across my saddle bow I took a cold chicken, a piece of cold boiled ham and some hard biscuits, a dinner fit' for a prince, or rather an honest American citizen, which was better, in these hard times of war. To this royal collection I added a canteen well filled with water, re membered the stout little flask in my breast pocket, and tho repast was com plete, all but the serving. Her eyes sparkled at tho sight of the good things. Wood nymphs, Saxon or other, must eat, "Let me carve the chicken, " she said. "You have neither a table, plates nor a knife," I said. "This log will serve as a table, some of those clean dry leaves as plates, and you could lend me a knife. " "How could I lend you a knife, a weapon, after all the tricks you have tried to play upon me? You don't forget this, do you?" I took the little toy pistol with which she had tried to shoot me out of my pocket and held it up before her, but she laughed. Women don't seem to havo any conscience, or at least they forget their crimes, which is convenient for their peace of mind. "Give me the knife," she said, "and don't waste time. I'm hungry. " I distrusted heras much as ever, even more, but I opened the blade of my clasp knife and handed it to her. "A very good knife," she said, "but I have no doubt it was stolen from an Englishman. Ah, here it is the name of an English maker on the blade!" "It was not stolen!" I exclaimed in dignantly. "I took it from him fairly at the battle of Monmouth, where he fell into my hands." "That, I suppose, is a good enough title for a rebel, ' ' she said and began to carve the chicken. It was a fine, fat chicken, beautifully roasted, and she showed that she knew how to carve, for she deftly clipped off a leg, which she held up before me. "That looks fat and good to eat," she said, "and it's a fine chicken, but I've no doubt it was stolen from a loyal sub ject of King George." "It s not true! I exclaimed in some wrath. "He was a Tory farmer, I admit, but I did not steal the chicken. I took it before his eyes, and he never said a word." "Afraid, I suppose, but it doesn't make any difference to you. It will taste just as good to a rebel. Here, take your piece on this big, clean leaf and eat." I took the piece and ate. She carved off a portion for herself, too, and ate with a good appetite. Then I handed her the canteen of water and told her to take a drink. : "Don't be afraid, " I said. "I took that winter out of a clear brook in the wilderness, and the land through which it flowed belonged to God, not to any Englishman or Tory. " "But how about the canteen?" she asked. "Did you steal that from any English soldier or take it by violence, which is worse?" I showed her the name of the maker, a Boston man, upon it. "A vile rebel town, the worst of them all," she said. But she took a good drink out of it, and when she handed it back to me 1 imitated her example. Then, while the fire crackled and blazed higher and the circle of light widened and the darkness beyond it thickened, we ate and drank, and I grew cheerful. I had defeated all her attempts, and tomorrow I would find Morgan and give her into other hands and be rid of all my troubles, yet I was compelled to admit once again that she was very beautiful with the firelight flickering and playing over her face and hair, but all the world knows, as I have said, that tho handsome wom en are the most dangerous', the most cunning, and I was on my guard against any new attempt of hers to escape. Still, when I looked around at the blackness of the night and heard the sigh of the cold wind above the crac kling of the fire, I did not think that she would dare to attempt it. I knew no woman who would venture alone on a winter night into that uncanny wilder ness, and, knowing it, I felt easy. CHAPTER IV. SUPPER AND SONG. The horses looked jealously at our supper. I was sorry for them, especially for Old Put, whose great, intelligent eyes said in tho purest English, ''It too, am hungry, master. " But I conld do nothing. I had no provender for horses, and so I told him to wait as best he could until morning and I would find something for him if I had to rob a pa triot farmer to do it. He bowed his head in resignation like the wise horse he was, while the brown hack, not so well bred, tugged ' at his bridle rein and thrashed about until I threatened him with a big stick. v . After the chicken the girl served the cold ham and drank from the canteen again. I did likewise. Moreover, I urged her to wet her lips at the flask a second time as a further precaution against cold, which she did literally and.no more. ' I was liberal rather than literal, for I was a soldier and knew its value. I took my blanket from my saddle bow and urged her to wrap it arpund herself, but she said "No;" that her heavy cloak was sufficient, and she would not deprive me even if I was a misguided rebel. 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The English themselves have often been rebels, and I their present royal family, one of the worst they have . ever had, and they have had the Stuarts, was placed on the throne by a just rebellion." "You must know," she replied, "that in England the character of the sov ereign is nothing. It is the sovereign principle. Tho wors the sovereign the better the court likes him." We relapsed into silence and our study of the red coals. Old Put whin nied gently, raised his head and looked beyond the fire, as if he saw something in the darkness impenetrable to all but horse eyes. "I'd better see to that, " I said. "Old Put is not going to give a warning for nothing. He has a character to lose." "A wildcat may be," she suggested. "Perhaps, but I'll see." I rose, still keeping my blanket wrap ped around me, and ordered her to stay where she was under pain of being bound again. She promised, and I be lieved that she would not stir from her position on the log. The darkness and the desolation were not inviting. I walked out into the black bank of the night, but could neither see nor find anything. I made a complete circuit aronnd the oasis of light from the fire, and all was peaceful and quiet. I re turned to the log, ready to scold Old Put for giving a false alarm, but re frained, reflecting that he might be nervous and irritable owing to his lack of food. " What did you find?" asked the girl, looking at me with bright eyes. "Nothing." "I thought you wouldn't. It was a wildcat or maybe a harmless little squirrel." "Aren't you afraid of the wild ani mals?" "Not with such a L we rebel as you near me." I opened my eyes a little wider and looked at her. It was the first time that she had complimented me even in that half handed way, and I was surprised. "I thought you did not allow me the possession of any desirable quality what soever, " I said. "You are improving," she replied. "Perhaps it is due to my society. I may yet make you a loyal follower of King George and save yon from the hang man. " I had my doubts about the "loyalty," which is a term devised for the protec tion of sovereig&3 in their crimes, but I said nothing just then. She, too, said nothing more. The heap of coals grew and glowed in the depths with deep crimsons and scarlets, throwing out a generous heat and wooing me to sleep. Despite my sense of caution and the ef forts of my will, my eyelid3 drooped. Tho castles in the coals became more indistinct and wavered as if they were made of red mist. . Old Put whinnied again and raised his head high in the air like one who listens. I was wide awake in an instant and on my feet ain. "Put," I said, "if I find that you have given a false alarm a second time yon shall have nothing to eat in the morning." " "I wouldn't bother about it," said the girl. "It's only a squirrel cr a rab bit. Any horse would notice the passing of such an animal. Their senses are keener than ours." - She was growing very considerate of me! . . . ; ' . - - But I searched tho wood again, and finding nothing returned to my old and comfortable place. Old Put was restless and shuffled about ; but, angry at his idle alarms, I commanded him roughly to keep quiet, and ho obeyed. The girl was humming softly to her self as if she were thinking of her far away English home. I supposed she was lonely and homesick, and again some pity for her crept into my heart. .4 "Are yon singing of your .sweet heart?" I asked, meaning to cheer her np. Tmrnbulll Co 49-53 South Main fcitreeti "Not now perhaps, but you will have someday." "That is a different matter." "What kind of a sweetheart would you choose?" "A soldier, a gallant English soldier, one loyal to his king through all." She continued to hum her little song, whatever it was. Something stirred in the wood, and Old Put, despite my pre vious command, whinnied and stamped his feet. "Confound that beast, whatever it may be!" I said. "It must be a wildcat attracted by the light of our fire. " "Let the wildcat go," she said. "Listen and I will sing you a song that will tell you what my future betrothed find husband shall ba It's an old Scotch long of devotion and loyalty, but we Liiiglish sing it. too, and like it as well is the Scotch. 'Dumbarton's Drums' we, fall it" "Sing," I said. Then she sang: "Dumbarton'B drums beat bonnie O, When they mind me of my dear Johnnie O! How happy am I When my soldier la by, While he kisses and blesses his Annie Ol 'Tis a so.Jier alone can delight me O, Foi his graceful looks do invite me O, While guarded in his arms I'll fear no war's alarms, Kelther danger nor death shall e'er fright nie O l "My love is a handsome laddie O, Genteel, but no'er foppish nor gaudy Ol Though commissions are dear, Yet I'll buy him one this year, For he'll serve no longer a cadie Ol A soldier has honor and bravery O, Una cquainted with rogues and their knav ery O! He minds 110 other thing But the ladies or the king, For every other care is but slavery Ol "Then I'll be the captain's lady Ol Farewell, all my friends and my daddy O! I'll wait no more at home, f But I'll follow with the drum, And whene'er that beats I'll be ready Ol Dumbarton's drums sound bonnie Ol They are sprightly like my dear Johnnie O! How liappy shall I be When on my soldier's knee, And he ltisse3 and blesses his Annie Ol" Her voice was deep and true, and th6 old war ballad was musio in my ears. As the melody rose and fell in the lone ly night my eyes drooped again and my brain became dim with advancing slum bers like a child soothed to sleep by the song of his mother. I was as tired as a dog. I had ridden long and far and had worked much, and every nerve and muscle in me cried aloud for rest, but I roused myself as she finished and the last note of her song died in the dark ness. "That is a proper military song," I said, "and nobly sung, but I object to the sentiments of your hero. He minds no other thing but the ladies or the king. The ladies are all right, but no king! Leave the king out!" Old Put was stamping his feet again. "That's right, Put," I said. "Ap plaud the song, for it was well sung, though you and I, who are good Ameri cans, don't altogether like the senti ments. That, I take it, is an old song of loyalty to the Stuarts. It is a singular thing to me how wholesome minded English people can invest the Stuarts, whom they kicked out of their country, with so much romance and charm when all history shows they were an utterly debased lot, and nobody knows it bettex than the English themselves." "The sentiments of the song, king and all, are perfectly correct, and I'll sing that verse to you again." She looked at me with a look half oi defiance, half a smile, and sang: "My love is a handsome laddie O, Gentoel, but ne'er feppish nor gaudy Ol Though commissions are dear. Yet I'll buy him one this year, - For he'll serve ho longer a cadie O! A soldier has honor and bravery O, ' Unacquainted with rogues and their knav ery Ol ' He minds no other thing But the ladies or the king. For every other care is but a Blavery O!" She sang it still more softly" and gen tly than before, and, though my eyelids drooped again, I turned my eyes from the bed of coals to her face. The fire light played ruddily over her eyes and cheeks, and the expression there seemed tender and faraway, as if her thoughts had gone from this dark night and the war torn fields of South Carolina to the green English meadows and peaceful sunshine. When she finished, I raised my hands and clapped them together. . "Well done!" I said. 'fWelldonel" "Done nll enough for ns," said some one, ' and strong hands reached over the log aud grasped me by the wrists.. My languor and my sleepiness were gone in an ' instant, and I made a powerful effort to wrench myself loose, but I had been taken too suddenly. Three or four men7 flung themselves uocn .mcid.' 3. sci.cBshs&- wi great weight', while the "firm grip wai still on my wrists. I managed to deal somebody a heavy kick and heard a grunt of pain, but in a few seconds I was overpowered and, like a wise man, ceased to struggle further. Singularly enough, one of my early thoughts in that moment was of relief that Old Put should prove not to be a false prophet, having enjoyed such a good character in that respect so long. I had been a fool not to take his warning more seriously. Then I wondered why the girl did not cry out at the sight ol struggling men and the sound of oatha and blows, a violent medley usually very terrifying to women. I caught ona glimpse of her, and ehe was sitting on the log, her back against the up thrust bough, leaning upon it as lazily as if she were in a rocking chair in a parlor. The firelight still played over her face and eyes, but the soft and tender ex pression which had pleased me was gone. Instead the look that she turned upon me was a mixture of dislike, malice and triumph. After meeting such a glance it was a relief to me to look another way and see who had captured me. (To Be Continued.) pOLPS THEATER, , , ' s THURSDAY EVENING, JAN 10. IN The Power Behind the Throne A New Romantic Drama by Theo dore Kremer. Prices 25e, 35c, 50c, 75c, $L Sale of seats AVeduesday, Jan 9. -JACQUES OPERA HOUSE THURSDAY, FRIDAY, SATURDAY, JANUARY, 10, 11, 12. 4 (Matinees Every Day.) Charles E. Blaney's Two Big Produce tions, An African King AND The Mormon Wife Prices 15c, 25c, S5c, "Oe. "Iatinees, 10c and 20c. Sale seats Wednesday, January 9. pOLPS THEATER, FRIDAY AND SATURDAY, Jan 11 and 12. SPECIAL MATINEE SATURDAY. In a Performance of Burlesque and Olio. Fred Rider's Night Owls 25 TWENTY-FIVE STARS 23 Prices 25c, 35c, 50c, 75c; matinees 25c and 50c. Sale of seats Thursday, January 10. 1 FIRST ANNUAL ...Exhibition... -OF- Naugatuck Valley Poultry and Pet Stock Association. CITY HALL, JANUARY, 8, 9 AND 10. , Interesting to young and old. .Huo. dreds of entries. Fancy Fowls, . Pig eons, Cats, Hares, etc etc. Admission 25 cents. Children 15 cents. Season tickets at D. B. Wilson's and Baumgartner's. ' t . v Polo-Auditorium . ' r Friday, Jan U, 4 . .... -.. , ..- rm, - ..