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From the Boys and Girls of the South. THE WANDERING BOYS; Or, The Adventures of Bold Ben and Timid Tom. [CONTINUED. ] CHAPTER VIII. _ _ H1CH balph muedock learns something IKOM THE POACHER, AND DAN RECEIVES A SUR PRISE. . He was not long kept in suspense, for Ralph Murdock coming to the point at once, said: •You have two boys here. . , . Dan was not particularly surprised at these words; for he had expected them, though the abruptness with which they were delivered was “But D^hlSPgood nerves of his own, and without evinaing any emotion, he simply re joined: •O. have I ?’ . . •I am certain of it; therefore don t attempt to denv the fact. _ , ,, ,. . , •I bean’t agoin’ to deny it, and I bean tagoin to confess it,’ returned the poacher doggedly. •It is perfectly immaterial whether you do or not,’ replied Ralph coolly, ‘since I can believe mv own eyes.’ •Ye must have good eyes, if ye can see any boys here,’ remarked Dan with a dry smile. •It is not because that I onnot see them this moment, my friend, that they are not in this place * returned the visitor. ‘I only know I saw them enter here, and as I am certain they have not gone out again, it follows, as a matter of course, that they must be here still.’ •Do it though !' ejaculated Dan, in a slightly ironical tone. •Undoubtedly,’ returned the visitor, 'they are here—concealed somewhere. You know that well enough.’ . _ •Well, sur. whether I do or not, you do seem to know all about it,’ remarked the poacher; ‘at least,’ he added, sarcastically, ‘ye thinks ye d °Tnot only think, I’m sure!’ asserted Mr. Murdoch, positively. ‘Listen to me.’ ‘I be a listenin’, sur, answered Dan curtly. ‘In the first place, then,’ Ralph continued, the boys in question—Ben and Tom Trusty I believe they’re called—’ ‘Yes sur.’ •Were locked up in the cage this afternoon for an assault.’ ‘Assault be jiggered !’exclaimed Dan, indig nantly; ‘it were for fightin’, sur ! fightin’ only ! It be nat’ral for boys to use their fists but we don’t call sich little squabbles assaults.’ •We may not,’ dryly remarked the visitor, ‘but unfortunately, the magistrate does. It al so happens to be the magistrate’s sod, and a young triend oi his from town, with whom these lads have fought, and that the gentry have got considerable the worst of it.’ ‘Sarve ’em right, too !’ cried the poacher, em phatically. ‘if they took the liberty to insult the lads, they deserved to have their heads punch ed, didn’t they ?’ ‘If you ask my candid opinion,’ returned Ralph,’ I answer decidedly yes !’ ‘Well, then, they’ve got what they desarve, an’ theer be an end of it.' •No, my friend, that is not the end of it.’ Mr. Bumpus—’ •Oh, bo he an old woman !’ interposed Dan with a sneer. •At any rate he’s a magistrate, and he looks upon the affair as a very aggravated breach of the peace, and is resolved to punish it with the utmost rigor of the law.’ ‘Ho, ho,’ laughed the poacher, with quiet mockery, ‘the utmos’ rigor of the law. It strikes me, sur, as neither law nor Meast-er Bumpus either can do much in this here case.’ ‘I don’t know that, my friend — ^Saighiover right, don’t you?’ ‘Yes I know that!’ answered Dan, with caus tic emphasis werry close upon that p’int. P’raps even he didn’t know hisself. Ralph Murdoch smiled sardonically to him self at the porcher’s words. He had learnt all he wished to know, and felt assured now that the secret of the boys’ birth had been kept by John Trusty closely locked in his own breast. If, however, this secret was to be kept, it was of vital importance that the lads should be sev ered from their faithful old guardian at once and forever. There had been a slight pause of silence, during whioh the poacher and his visitor ap peared to be occupied with their own reflec tions. Presently the latter, bursting from his reverie said— •I must see what can be done for these poor boys. I will be here again about this time to morrow night. In the interim, keep them close in their present concealment, and on no account allow them to go home; that would ruin every thing. The hue-and-cry will be after them to morrow morning, and were they to be seen abroad it would effectually frustrate any plans I might form for their welfare.’ ‘I’ll take care as no one do see ’em,’ said Dan. ‘I hope you will,’ returned Mr. Murdoch, ‘everything depends on that—’ he added in a low but particularly impressive tone, ‘if even their guardian should make any inquiries about them, it would be better to tell him plainly that they are gone away.’ ‘All things considered, I think p’raps it would,’ Dan admitted. ‘To-morrow evening, then, you will see me,’ said Ralph, ‘bv which time I may be able to ar range something definite for them. Perhaps I may be in a position to take them both with me.’ Having said this, ho unbolted the door as a preliminary step to departure. ‘I suppose there would be no harm in telling the lads that they have found a friend?’ asked Dan detaining his visitor by the cloak. ‘Oh, no ; you may tell them that, if you like,’ returned the other. •I can’t tell ’em who their friend be, seein’ I dun no your name, sir,’ suggested the poacher. ‘Oh, that’s of no consequence,’ quickly re plied Ralph, with a|short laugh; call me Brown, Jones, Smith—what you like. Or stay, yon may tell them I’m tne friend of all brave boys ; they will understand that.’ Having said this, the friend stepped out at the door, and having listened a moment said : ‘Good night!’ ‘Good-night!’ answered Dan. The next moment, he was lost in the dark ness. The poacher stood thoughtfully looking after his visitor. ‘He looked like a gentleman, and promised fair enough for the boys,’ soliloquized Dan. ‘We’ll see what they do think of it.’ The poacher closed and bolted the door, and then opened the trap, and called : You may come up now, my lads. The gentle man is gone.’ But no answer was returned. ‘The poor boys have fallen asleep, an’ that damp cellar is not exactly the place for a bed room. I must awake them. Ben ! Tom ! ’ he called, thrusting his head down the trap.’ Still no reply. Intent upon arousing his young friends, he lighted a piece of candle and descended the ladder into the cellar. But here a great surprise awaited him. As the light burnt up and spread its rays throughout the small subterranean cavity, he found it—empty. Ben and Tom were gone. CHAPTER IX. HOW BEN AND TOM DISCOVER A SUBTERRANEAN PAS SAGE IN THE CELLAR, AND HOW THEY AFTER WARDS MEET TWO FAIR COMPANIONS BY MOON LIGHT. When BeD and Tom took shelter in the cellar, it was under the full impression that the con- *' I'he intense state of excitement in which they had so recently seen their guardian, and his vehement and wild entreaties that they shouid save themselves by immediate flight, had also He remained looking upwards in a species of rapture for an instant, and then, stooping down he called softly up the tunnel: ‘Come on, Tom. It’s all right’ He then stepped out on the grass, to make room for his brother, who qnickly followed. Tom felt inclined to shout for joy, but he sud denly remembered that such a proceeding might arouse the attention of the constable at that mo ment in the cottage. He therefore restrained his spirits, and Ben, having replaced the brambles their bodies had pushed aside, they hurried away from the spot. ‘Who’d have thought of finding a narrow out let like that in Dan’s cellar?’ remarked Tom, as they went along. ‘He never told me of it’ ‘Nor me either,’ said Ben. ‘I fancy Dan meant to keep it a secret’ ‘Why ?’ ‘I don’t know,’ Ben answered, ‘unless he wish ed to nse it as we have done to-night, as a means of escape from the constable.’ This was a shrewd guess on Ben’s part, but it happened to be exactly the truth. Dan, as we have hinted, was, in his rough way—in spite of his poaching proclivities—a kind of universal genius. It struck him that a subterranean passage leading from his cellar to the exterior of his humble dwelling might be of service to him, should he chance to be brought to bay at any time. Accordingly, with much patience and skill, he constructed the small tunnel we have des cribed, digging away the earth gradually, and bricking it as he proceeded, nntil he had bur rowed some twenty feet in a horizontal direc tion. , By this, had his* hovel been beset by all the constables in Derbyshire, he could have quietly crept out, and wnile they fancied they had se cured their prey, have been miles away. Little did he think his young friends Ben and Tom would have been the first to avail them selves of this outlet. Our heroes hurried on, scarcely heeding whither they were going, until suddenly they were reminded of the direction they were tak ing in a rather startling manner. A stern gloomy building suddently seemed to start up before them. It was the cage. The lads paused involuntarily. They could see the window from which they had removed the iron bars. By a strange fascination they approached the solitary building and gazed at it in silence. ‘ I don’t know whether I’m not glad after all, that we did break out of that gloomy hole,’ re marked Tom. ‘I’m sure I am,’ said Ben, very decidedly ; ‘ perhaps it will be a lesson to Mr. Bumpus not to lock up boys uDjustly.’ ‘ He was unjust too,’ joined in Tom ; ‘ he lis tened to everything his son and his friend told him.’ ‘Yes, to all their lies,’ Ben continued, ‘and wouldn’t hear J our witness, who did speak the truth.’ ‘ Wasn’t it brave Of Bess and Miss Glanville to come and speak for ns ?’ said Tom. ‘ It was indeed,’ assented Ben, * and I should like to say good-bye to them, before we go quite away.’ ‘ Oh, so should I!’ said Tom, warmly, adding, in a low tone, ‘especially Rose. I may never see her again.’ Both the boys spoke rather sadly, but it was not to be wondered at. They were about to leave the only home they had ever known, to be, for what they knew, wanderers upon the earth. • Come, Tom, old boy ; we musn’t be down hearted at the outset,’ said Ben, cheeringly as he threw his arm around his brother. ‘ I am all right, now, Ben,’ answered Tom cheerfully ; * it was only for a moment. I should never be downcast for loDg while I was with you.’ ‘ That’s right. Shall we go on ?’ fast.’ scraigat on and walk ‘Well then, you may depend upon it that Mr. j produced a strong effect upon the lads. Bnmpus will show no mercy to Master Ben and Tom. He is highly incensed, and will deal with them as severely as possible.’ ‘Look ye here, sur,’ replied the poacher, lean ing forward with his elbows resting on his knees and speaking like one who was master of his subject, ‘I aiut lived all aay life without { lickin’ up a little information, though I be on- y a poor, untaught man, and I means to say as the law don’t recognize a fight atween a few boys as a criminal offence.’ ‘Not the fight perhaps. It was what was done afterwards,’ remarked the visitor, impressively. ‘What wur done ?’ ‘I allude to their breaking out of their places of confinement’ Oh, ah!’ ejaculated Dan, rather forcibly. ‘This is a very serious aggravation of the case. You didn’t think of that, did yon, when you helped the boys to saw away the bars of their prison ?’ The poacher looked curiously from under his eyebrows at the speaker. Oh, do you know I helped them,’ he asked. I was close by the spot at the time, and over heard all that passed,’ returned Mr. Murdoch. ‘Ah, I thought my ears didn’t deceive me,’ said Dan to himself. ‘You didn't consider, Ralph continued, ‘at the time you were assisting the lads to escape from the cage, that you were helping them to do the very thing which has placed them under the power of the law.’ P’raps I did, p’raps I didn’t,’ returned Dan with a grin; ‘but now the boys be out of prison afore the law can have any power over them at all, it moost ketch ’em foorst.’ ‘I fancy there would not be much difficulty about that,’replied Mr. Murdoch, with an om- nious shake of the head. ‘I dunce,’ returned the poacher, with a quiet smile. ‘Neither Master Bumpus nor any ot his crew’ll get anything out of me; and I suppose you bean’t agoin’ to split agin us be ye ?’ ‘I!’exclaimed Ralph; certaialy not. If such was my intention I should not have come here. Why should I ?’ ‘I dunno, I be sure,’ answered Dan, bluntly. ‘No, no,’ continued his visitor, ‘I neither blame the boys for breaking out of the cage, nor yon for lending your assistance.’ ‘Well, for the matter of that, I don’t see why ye should; it can’t do thee no harm,’ said the poacher in a matter-of-fact manner. ‘Then he added, ‘may I ask what brings you here?’ ‘Simply as a friend, to counsel these boys to get away from this spot as quickly as possible,’ answered Mr. Murdoch. ‘Between ourselves, I admire their pluck and determination, and should be sorry to see them fall again iDto the hands of the constables. To insure their safety they Ought not to delay their flight an hour.’ Dan Dark scratched his head reflectively for a moment, and then replied: *Ye see sur, tfaer be one orkard succnmstance about these here poor lads; and that is, they be orphans as aint got neither father nor mother.’ ‘Ob, indeed!’ returned Mr. Murdoch, in a tone of surprise, as though this piece of in formation was quite new to him. 'Then they are not the sons of the old man with whom they have been living ?* •Lor’ bless ye, no sur,’ answered Dan; ‘He be only theer gnardji'n like. No one do know whose sons they be. They dnnno their own par ents no more nor yon or I da Ole John war When, therefore, they found themselves in the small dark cavity, listening to the deep murmurs of the voices above, their imagina tions grew more and more vivid. Once again in prison, what might be their fate ? So powerful did terror take possession of Tom’s mind, that he exclaimed at length, in paroxysm of horrible apprehension: ‘I can’t bear this place! I feel as if I should die, or go mad if I stopped here.’ ‘I don’t much like it myself, old fellow,’ mnr mured Ben, ‘but it’s impossible to get out ex cept by the way we came in.’ ‘And there’s the constable over our heads, talking to Dan,' Tom continued, fearfully. ‘De pend upon it, our escape from the cage has been lonnd out, and he has come after us, and he’s persuading Dan to give us up.’ ‘But how could he have found out we were here?’ asked Ben. ‘I don’t know, I am sure,’ returned Tom, nervously, ‘perhaps he was watching us all along. Oh, Benny, dear,’he continued excit edly, ‘what shall we do?’ •I don’t see that we can do anything but stay where we are,’ returned Ben, rather moodily. ‘I almost wish we had stayed where we were,’ sighed Tom. 'If we could only once get out, we’d be far enough away before morning.’ ‘les. But the thing is to get out.’ ‘I wish I were a mole. I’d burrow my way through the ground,’ Tom continued. Ben during this time had been gropiDg along the walls of the cellar, and just then he called in a hurried whisper: ‘Tom, old boy!’ ‘What?’ returned Tom, eagerly. ‘Here’s an opening in the wall.’ ‘Is there ?’ ‘Yes. And I can feel the’air blowing through it. Come here.’ ‘Where are you ? I can’t see.’ ‘Here, give me your hand.’ Tom, guided by his brother, soon reached the aperture. ‘Here it is. Put your hands against the wall. Do you feel it?’ es * y es >’ o&gerly returned Tom, as he rap- ldly passed his hands over the moist bricks, ‘it seems to me like a narrow passage.’ ‘Very narrow,’ remarked Ben. ‘To enter it, we should have to crawl on our hands and knees.’ ‘Go on, then, Benny,’ cried Tom, excitedly, ‘anyhow as fast as you can; perhaps it leads to the outside.’ ‘It might lead to a well,’ remarked Ben, dryly. ‘Let me go first and see. Wait till I call.’ •Take care,’ said Tom, apprehensively. Ben, crouching down on all-fours, entered the rr ° j* aperture, which was arched and brick- f i* aD *v. P^ ocee ^ e d for some distance, until he ieit the fresh air blowing keenly npon his' heart bounded within him. The next moment his coarse was stopped, he had reached the end of the tnnnel. But by the coolness over his head he knew there was an opening there. He raised himself oaationsly. His head came in contact with nothing hard- * ^eap of branches and brambles, damp with the night-dew. These offered little resitanoe, and he was able to stand and gaze at the star-lit sky once more. ‘ Give me your (im, 1 The lads linked (tbc-Ar arms together, and Ben remarked, with a smile: ‘Do you know. I’ve just thought of a good name by which to call ourselves ?’ ‘ What name ?’ ‘ The Wandering Boys.’ ‘ It couldn’t be better,’ acquiesced Tom. They were about to make a start, when a light sound of footsteps fell upon their ears. They stood still, and looked across the land scape, over which the moon threw a pale, misty light Presently two slight forms appeared in the distance. ‘ Who are they ?’ whispered Tom apprehensive ly; not constables ?’ ‘No,’ returned Ben, or if they are, they wear petticoats.’ ‘ They seem to be coming thi3 way.’ The pedestrians, as they came onwards, diverged from the path, and made straight for the cage against which our heroes were standing. As they came nearer, the brothers uttered a simultaneous exclamation, though in a low tone. ‘ Bess !’ ‘Rose !’ they cried joyfully. The young girls—for it was indeed they—did not perceive Ben and Tom, who kept in the shadow of the wall. Rose carried a small basket, and both she and her companion walked briskly along. Having reached the cage, they drew near under the window, when Bess called softly: ‘ Ben ! Ben !’ Then Rose joined in and called also: ‘ Tom ! Tom !’ ‘They’vecome on purpose to see ns,’ Ben whis pered to his brother. ‘Yes, how kind,’ Tom whispered in reply. There being no answer, Bess turning to her companion, said. ‘They must be asleep; how shall we wake them ?’ ‘ Poor fellows!’sighed Rose Glanville, piteous ly, as she gazed up towards the window, ‘how cold they must—’ She broke off suddenly and exclaimed, ‘ Oh, see ! see ! two of the bars ar 4 e broken away ! they have made their escape.’ * * ‘I think they have,!./said Bess; ‘I’m Bure I hope so.’ ‘So do I,’ echoed Rose, ‘and I hope they’ve gone where no one wil! find them.’ I should like to have seen bravo Ben, though, before he went,’ Bess remarked in a tone of regret. ‘And Tom, too,’ joined in Rose, ‘poor boy, what a dreadful cut that was!. Well,’ she con tinued, with a slight sigh, ‘wefve only had our walk for nothing, and, as those we came to see are not here, I suppose we’d better go back.’ They were about to turn away when Bon and Tom exclaimed, softly: ‘Don’t go, we’re here!’ ‘Oh, they're here, after all!’ cried Rose, in a tone of delight, ‘I hear them speak.’ Both the young girls, imagining the voices came from within, stood eagerly looking up to the window, expecting to see one of the pri soners. ‘Climb np to the grating, if yon can, Ben,’ said Bess, ‘we’ve brought you something.’ 'Something niee for supper,’ added Rose, per suasively. 'Put your hands through the bars.’ ‘Quite impossible!* said Tom, ‘to pat oar hands through the bars.’ •Why is it ?’ asked the girls. ‘Because we are not inside,’ was the reply. 'Where are yon then?* war the immediate question. •Here Boss!’ ‘Here! Rose!’ cried Ben and Tom, as they pop ped round the angle of the wall and advanced. There was an eager shaking of hands, and a sound very much as if some body was kissing somebody else. . • •Well, this is a jolly meeting,’ exclaimed Ben, after the first greeting bad subsided, ‘and bo you really came on purpose to see us ?, ‘Yes, that we did,’ returned Bess. ‘Miss Glanville would come, and of course I was very glad to come with her.’ ‘I couldn’t bear the idea of your having no sapper, murmured Rose, apologetically, ‘and SO—* Bess interrupted at this moment. ‘Don’t you think we’d better move away from this ugly cage?’ she suggested. There’s no knowing who might pass. ‘You’re quite right,’ answered Ben, ‘we’ll strike across the grass, over the stile, and clam ber up into the field on the opposite side of the road.’ ‘Oh, yes,’ assented the girls, ‘let’s go.’ It was as well they came to this determina tion, for as they reached the stile a cloaked form came striding hastily along and passed before the cage. The stranger was absorbed in his own thoughts and did not notice the little party as they has tily clambered over the wooden rails. (TO BE CONTINUED 1 ) PRAYED IT OUT, ‘Oh ! mother, mother! what do you think ! Murray White has got converted !’ exclaimed Add Winters, one cold, blustering evening, as he rushed breathlessly into the sitting-room,and upset her work-basket in his eagerness to be the first to tell the exciting news. ‘What is converted?’ quietly inquired Mrs. Winters, as she stooped to gather up her thread and scissors snd sewing materials that her heedlesB boy had scattered upon the carpet. •Why, it’s, it’s, it’s, don’t you know ?’ ‘It’s what {’ ‘It’s to get good; it’s changed,’ said Add, des perately. ‘Then I wish somebody else wonld get con verted,’ replied his mother. ‘Who ? Me ? I didn’t go to,’ and he hurried to assist her in putting the basket'to rights; saying as he did so, ‘I wish they wonld have a meeting in our church, and get lots of people converted, and have a good time, and ever so many join the Church. I’d have my name put down for one.’ ‘You little goose,’ laughed his mother, ‘you don’t understand conversion. I don’t believe in children joining the Church before they know what they are doing. Wait until you are twenty-one years old, and then there will be some sense in it. I think they must be hard up for members to take Murray White,’ and she passed out of the room, leaving her little son, who was dearer to her than her own life, to think that he had made a very great mistake when he had decided to follow in the footsteps of his little friend, and give himself to the Sav ior, and become a Christian child. The Spirit of God was wooing him, as it often does chil dren, and he could not cast ofl' the influence. A few days later the pastor of the church where Mr. Winters worshiped was surprised to receive a call from Add. He was more surpris ed when he unfolded his business, telling him how badly he had felt, because he wanted to be good, and didn’t know how, and couldn’t tell anybody because his mother laughed at him when he was going to tell her. “And there has been no meeting,” he continu ed so I got down on my knees in the corner,and Ijust prayed it out.” He then went on to say that he was happy in loving Jesus, and wanted to be good, and have his name put down in the book, if he wasn’t too little; to all of which I am glad to tell you, the preacher said Amen. It was an orthodox assembly which decided U-iqI «i~.•— —*■ -e a jA-o f.co gin&c whereby we are received into the number and have a right to all the privileges of tiie sons of God.” It has not been decided at what age God adepts his children, and if any of my little read ers want to become little Christians, if there are no meetings, nor any other helps, if your mother laughs at you, if you are all alone, re member that Jesus said, “Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not, for of such is the kingdom of heaven;” remembering this, do as Add Winters did, get down on your knees and just pray it out.— Western Christian Advocate. PIANOS. ORGANS. Oct. 5139 I New, New, 7 1-3 Oct. 8145 | ~ New, 7 9 Stops, $67 New, 13 Stops, $79 “Magnificent” “bran new,” “lowest prices ever given.” Ch how this “cruel war” rages, but fandden X Bata* still hold the field and rain hot shot into the bogus manu facturers who deceive the public with Humbug Grand Offers on Sbodd y Instru men ts. 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Of American poets, Mr Longfellow has rather strangely written nothing very memorable about flowers: but there are some pretty verses of Mr - Bryant’s and an occasional good line of Emerson's, as where he speaks of the gentian as ‘blue eyed pet of blue eyed lover,’ or tells us that Every aster in my hand Goes home loaded with a thought. As wo once again look round upon the ‘bards’ that have sung, it is clear that their favorite blossoms have been the rose and the daisy—the one recalling all delights of the summer garden, the other all the freshness of the open field; one loved for its beauty, the other cherished for its constancy. The rose has but a summer reign, The daisy never dies. says Montgomery, in one of the best known of his poems. Cow slips, violets, daffodils and ‘the beautiful puritan pansies,as Edgar Poe calls them —are probably the next favorites. Painters have done more for lillies than the poets have; and carnations and the later flowers ot the year have never made much place for themselves in the poetry of England. The English garden of to day still awaits its laureate, except where, in Mr. Aliingham’s ‘Therania.’ ‘Vase and plot burn scarlet, gold, and azure.’ We scarcely know of a description of modern ‘bedding out,' and we sincerely hope that the present fashion may disappear before the thank less task is undertaken.—London Athenaeum ih DR. A. L. HAMILTON,.President. CUTHBERT,^GEORGIA, This old and popnlar institution is still doing noble service in the great work of edneation. The spacious and comfortable Boat ding House and College Buildings have jnst been repaired and refurnished in elegant style, and will bear favorable comparison with similar estab lishments in any part of the country. The corps of teachers—nine in number—for thoroughness and effi ciency, cannot be surpassed North or South. 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