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, -I. .k-aL-aiff -X- -g. tlFE’S TRODDENPATri —or— fat a e^T pTEU VIII UNTtD HOUSE Wi3 * * WE 'f WEAVE. '-T- «•T 1 ' I she, “several times since lie left us, II remember, so distinctly, liow he ap- ' peared to me in my dreams. The last i Hut tie wtsrti st* at »» d 11B Edwaid Um ‘ ? » 1,(3 waB m u "l'k« himself thy. I skfast ta > L j wa8 mai tled and attempted to run. yje d° A "• , I did run until I became lost, and m . rm ne, address- > Jlr8 - L ■ , ...i I wandering about, could find no fami liar scene. Finally, uight came on, and in my despair, I sat down on a is, ready and we have. mmmm kill Mm r, cate ef he war libbm het results, and, at this juncture, Ed- jits garreu, and frurn these solitary noul,I sho come back an’ tell whar ( w ard interrupted with a scientific j perches, screech out their Inmeuta- he is.” Uncle Tom’s arncuhir speech riveter" the eyes of his hearers upon him. ]], was teaching the conclusive part oi his argument and the open expression of his thoughts served as the syllo gisiu of his logic. He now resumed, and in an earnest, self convinced manner went on. explanation of sister Becky’s t i l ing lions log and begun to weep. Suddenly 1 heard foot steps behind me, and turn ing quickly, saw n dark o jeot np- ng room, ,M1 ' ° prqaching. It, stopped—avouecall- His eve« were sligtmy ,,h„e had slept more *' cognised in, and ... me a.” 0Mg until Edward en- bnt still l, e had at his disposal, cuing, mother j good j am glad yon had ht to awake me, tot I q, on. iiiicoiisciotis that ad dawned. ],. Turn c '.me »P t,ie van)mu', * Know, fot I ; , M had broken into the yjng my room door, om knocked and awak- ow unreal dreams are life. Sometimes I atu h Beetles, so familiar, for ue to discredit 1 experiences. I can v faintly, mere sketches uis which came to my it. I do wish 1 co.ild hey would he interest* lung more, than the ab- to dreams, my brother, tut, “Doctor Rove, the „r school, in his meta- is, claimed that they over—“Certainly, Uncle Turn,” said •ie, •‘they buried her by mistake— thought she was dead when, really, she wns in a comatose stale, or iu a state of suspended animation.” “Ivir, chile,” ejaculated Uncle Tom, “she warn’t si fi\*d on coma- times, she sholy died. I knowed dal “B it how am he ter come back what ycr gwine ter say. Dat what an’ tell whar he is when lie’s ded? Mtbbe we’ill all know de truf ob it so ne- day or nudder." Mrs. Coyne had long feared the worse, ami now, that her own theory was corroborate^ by uncle Tom, she Becky mas’r say, meldie,” continued Uncle Tom, “yer ueliber liearn tell on de ole honied house away down on de riber.” “I)e Dobsons i ster lib tltir, er way back, ’fore ma-’r’s P« ceasted. was impressed more seriously with (Ole man Dobson, he tuk all do moil its probable truth. She turned her ey dey say, an’ bury if underneet do fulluesB of my joy, rushed t him. With all. my speed I . seem to get any nearer Finall, 1 fell to the ground exhausted; ,n,h he lias never appeared to me. since. Ami now to the point, I do firmly believe he was alive several da\ s after his disappearance, but,"’-and tears came to her eyes, “I know I sliall never see liim again—he is dead!” Uncle Tom stood beside the table; he was butler and footman of the house, lie had served the family with an enduring fidelity that has ever been remarkable of the old time Southern slave, he was a kind of household oracle that solved all do mestic problems and his opinions went a long way toward shaping plans that oiigmated in the family circle. He looked upon his mistress with a reverence akin to worship and lie loved her children with a devotion that bordered on fanaticism, He was a fixture of the household—there claimed that t.iey he had labor,id a,,d 8 P el,t lhe 8lreH S lh J irregular thoughts of hU vo,,th ’ ^ was a saerred spot akening tc b>,m > al,d beyond its ,iralts ”l 1 „11 from an aw sleep, memory ami j st absolute rest. The] memory precludes the ry function of the brain f tlie mind; and, as direct result of mem- be no dreaming in eases, however, arouse itisduring this morueu- perceplion, before it active, that we dream, ions causes, but they ■ii facts that have ira* mlally. 1 had a liorri- ut Col. Randall which account for. I thought into a botiomkss pit, , in their frantic efforts im, crowded round the ‘d it to cave in and was nothing in all the wide world to live for. Uncle Tom was beginning to sloop under the burden of time. A short, kindly beard, white with the frost of years, covered his face in ludicrous contrast to the black of his skin. He head, and in on attitude of perplexed thought, gazed, with a vacant stare, across the room She had a Ue mo led to resign herself to its hitler truth, hut, as often, hope (i.. n il i cfoie tier and she following that pane , wavering bultelfly wi.idi cn<niluns life chases to the grave. Mqutlis and years had passed by still no trace or track of him yet, and now., after the elapse of so long a time, how ooi.Id it be possible to ever know his fate, She was thinking of j what uncle Tom had said: “Maybe, we will all know the truth of it some Jay or other.” Tlie conversation had about sub sided. Edward, Ileitie and Mrs. (Joyne were absorbed in thought. Uncle Tom stood near by with nis eyes thrown on the ceiling above him. He always assumed a sphinx- like altitude when he sought to solve some perplexing problem. He seem ed to lake inspiration from whatever might lie oyer head—from the crawl ing flies that moved oil the ceiling and traced their aimless course. Wherever he might be, when an intricate question presented itself, he looked up and solved it in the daiic- ing leaves of the trees, in the asure sky or the duskey clouds. And now turning to Edward—lie always di rected his remarks, though intended , ; _ for his Mistress, to one of the ohil- was tall and slender, and dretl _ he colltillne d_« All ’ I tolled though more than seventy years old, he still possessed an agility that was unusual for a person of his age. Many were the hours Edward and Hettie had spent in his cabin, listen ing to the wonderful store of quaint knowledge, ho had gathered along life’s path yer, chile, how in slavery time, de over seer ob one ob de big plauta- sliiins war found ded in de road. Dey tuk him, dey did, Ins folks, an’ buried him in de graveyerd. Eberybody sed de heart quit beatiu’ an’ he died dat er way; caze dey slio look ter see big house, in or bright new tin box, but ueblier tell no body nnfiin- One day he come home sick, an’ ’tore he could tell whar de money war, he done'ded. De ole lady Dobson she died; an’ de uhilViis dey move offon de place an’ sell all de niggers. Dat house .am s.ill dcrc. It look mighty lonesome er way up that' on de hill. l)e ole plantashun done gone ter rack, an’ nebber a person hardly chhcr am seed tliar.” “Yes,” interrupted Elward, “of eons.", wo have all heard of the Dob son place. • It docs, really, remind me of a grave-yard—it look so cheer less and lonely. I had occasion to go there once myself. Ii has a most remarkable ami legendary history.” “Well,” continued Uncle Tom, “ehery body knows dat house am she hauled. Folks hab went dere ter lib, but who kin lib wid ghosts and spirits alters bangin’ an* ker slammiu’ t’mg er bout deni? Dere war er man libbin lltar when de ohll’eus move er way an’ 1 e beam noises up stairs an’ er about, all de lib long night an- he paek up, he did, an’ lef like de ehil’ens. Dere war er nndder man who lib tliar, jisl ’fore maneerpashuri, in diiriu’ ob de war, but one mornin’ when bis folks eail him ter wake up, he war ded. All dat tune dein ghosts hub kept up dey racket.” Again Edward interrupted the old man and and asked him if he be lieved the ghosts killed the man. “Didn’t he die a natural death?” in quired Edward, “just like people do when they are stricken down by fatal disease?” “I):ir now, chile,” exclaimed Un cle Tom, “I spooled yer war gwine “The faint slops heard there, trip ping abo t over bare floors, were never uiirked by the foot of the day. It is nonsense, Uncle Tom. You know, in s oil places, there are always a collection of rat*; they lire there and burrow in the ground. They gallop and play in the ceiling and the open, spaces leween the concealed timbers. Are they never heard or are all such sounds uttril- uled to those invisible, hiding creat ures of another world, commonly called ghosts? , “Dal war jist. what I gwine ter tell yer, chile; I knowed lint's wlint yer gwine lersa^. Mebbe it am an’ melibe it am not. Rats ain’t ghosts an’ghosts ain’t rats.” Uncle Tom looked up to the ceil ing. He was gathering, in. Iiis men tal armory, galliu guns and the most improved arms, to defend his posi tion. He had been assailed at a point be least expeeteii, and with such vigor, that the most undaunted courage was nejess.iry to prevent a retreat. Tile flies dragged them selves lazily over the celling above him. Finally, lie unuie down with re-enforcements: “Lori chile, who ever hearn talk oh er rat bein’ a she nuf ghost?” The victory clearly belonged lo him now—that settled it—and the grin of satisfaction that swallowed his whole face told that the argu ment was ended. “Uncle Tom,” exclaimed Hettie, “do, don’t tell us any more about ghosts! I’ll be dreaming about them for the next two weeks!” Hettie arose from the table and in her usual graceful manner, went out from the room to the veramler She watched the morning s uibentns fall ing softly through the fluttering leaves of the climbing vines and dancing before her on the floor, while the source from which all this light came, poised unswervingly. How like her own heart; uircum stances might shift her about, but through all these vicissitudes there would stand, in the midst of her life, the strong commanding glory of her love. TO BE CONTINUED. t touchingly real—the 'ouhl not he reached in i iu last, a number of out. to u here he was, I decay had robbed his aud there lay the grim dint lie was. It 0 think of it. It was \s ago in; took me out 1 ti c horse shied at some lU K.vviy er raped falling whar lie been. IBs ole ’ornaii had When they were children, drag-! q „| f> g,-i e viu’ al ter him, when one ter ax dat question. I dun-o what ging through tlie tedious routine of j nig | lt( ; n er dream, she saw two mens ' k j| t j, ut he died an’ dere warn’l ihar since no body hab ebber libod den, nuttier.” “Well, Uncle Tom,” again inter rupted Edward, “we have all heard of the Dobson piano. Everybody in this community is acquainted with school hours, their happiest moments | corae scalin’m at do door; one in de wfre when they could run hqme, and , bauk door al| > t’other in de front gathering about uncle Tom, hear tlie! dool>> An’ de re, sho nuf, in de mid wonderful tales he would tell. Hi 8 j die of do room, stood her ole man cabin was a refuge from the scowl or I j igt „.,tural as de day he lef her. One frown of mother—a rock of safety, . ()b de luentl up, he did. an’ speak ter of which they.jjo.ild stand when the de over seer, while t’other catch him I iu history. Some strange things troubles about them rolled highc-st; roun< 3 d e waist an’ hold him fer dej t)ave happened there and the state* an ark of rest and security,when the] maI , j n f 10 nt, who tuk a white clod' rae|)t yo „ m(lke a hout it is true iu ak(J8 flood of their own little distresses J au> |,old n to der oyer seer nose. De j , n . iny p ar ticulars. To day, it is seemed to eng ilf tlie world about . i orn , ul smelt cloryform; an’ dat in ' avoided by the superstitious, and as | p them. His cabin was an l' l,rnl, ' t! her dream, too. She siio seed dem the old house becomes more dilapi-! QJ* spot-a mere speck on the face of the i men( , au’ tolled who dey war- Dem by t',e ravishes of impartial j L - >vi , ;l AVeiTk Atlanta om-nal and earth. It nestled in the shadow of B3l -) e mens am now de law, some .time, its hohgob'iins, inhabitants, Juvenile Journal, one year. THOUSANDS SENT INTO EXILE. Every year a large numbl r of p<*or sufferers whose lungs are sore and rack ed with coughs sre urged to go to, an other climate. But this is costly and not always sure. Don’t be an exi'o •when Dr. King’s New Discovery for Consumption will cure you at home It’s the most infallible medicine for, coughs, colds and all throat and lung diseases on earth. The first dose brings relief. Astounding cures result from yorsi-tei.t use. Trial bottles free at H. L, Htck'S. Price 50c and $1.00. Every bottle gum- anteed. HEAD THIS We send you The Search-Light, and i^i mi! well u inch was' khe big lio. se and was never seen un-: w h ar , L .f dey ain’t ded dey selves. j ghosts, spirits, or whatever it may be, j it d>| ^tt \ will, rotten wood and less discovered by the merest acci-j «Ef de person am ded he can’t talk | g row holder and rather multiply. I vl »pl»WV L Buie of the road. The Aleut. B it there, two little hearts; w | ieil de spent come back, no more Tl.e most unearthly noises are re- Man iacal ileiwd me so much that' worshipped—there two little l' vc8 : dan a littJu talkless baby kin talk, ported to be heard tine et it off m , l |,i_i,„„„„ unfolded; and as thb years rolled on i Klt yer kin see dem, an’ know dem laughs, screeches and groans that die toned We send THE SEARCH- tGH’r and the Atlanta Constitution. interrupted jou not tell Mrs. us of and lime in its strengtli had tonen j; 8t |j ke jer allers could. 1 a wav in a silence that becomes tlie childish prattle to the chord of a . “])e spent sometime come back aa <rurous and fearful, After all, more serious lilt; when tl.e • 3 n’ turn de body ober in de grave., - IM ., M y of the reports are doubtless K' 1 school room at home had exhausted ' aJ|rf ,i.i,..his remarks lo I We send The Search- Light and tlie Twice-a- kissed mother 1 . on; i .it as the " af eon e up no op- 't w m. he less 0 (:u [j’-e its relation leplkd Hettie, “I j 118 8tore » lhby kltiSt;d ,nol " t;r ^ 00 . 1 bye until they should come ba, , of narrative: “Ole sister Becky, dat vera fy or to explain away J these offers. Subscribe Dorn college. But they lingeied j ugter tell yer ’bout how dat she fabrication by personal invest! about uncle Tom in his oahin— they , 1)ad tul . be t i;k outer de grave ca/.e w, addressing iiis remarks to t . xa ^g t . ra i e ,] > X)„t tradition has made Hettie, he went on, in his usual style n „ , a(1(1 Week Savannah News WesendThe Search- ,43 l.f?if Light and t’ue Thri :e- a-Week New York"World. •no one cares tq^ New subscriptions Or renewals for all It conversation had :tfl lhat interested Mis. detply— she had ui. him told good-bye—thev told bun | de | ali( j didn’t b’loug lo the planta- good-bye again, and when they went # j llm Dere war de cofiin, wid de their lips moved and quiverd wliile pj fastened lown, l'ist like dey put the tears that glistened iu thier eyes ' ljn()er £ j e a itii, but sister Becky tlie uncle seemed to say:—“Good-I>ye, ■;sh« believed T om, gornl bye.” of W.' 1 --''" 1 "" "'Wit. and attached to and said in his peculiar dulcet, '"logical imprrtaneo of now,.honey, Misses an sho ngiu . Mas’r wai iibbm sho nuf when he .A-T? 03>ToE ! gallon. I judge, from my own feel-J Want ^ H M mgs, that it would not he altogether j—— 1Envelopes, Cards, „u.M,„i I Note Heads. Letter l ,lea8a,lt ’ » iet | a |lie,nia, Bill Heads, “While some of the statemeiits, Vf OI'K . l ! * t a<»menf* Dodg- nisv have foiiiidation tlie causes are | her spirit done been dar an torn body ober. vvid de face down.” 1 Dr ole Tom’s a.perstltien had hod out lo such a length that his have flown through its broken panes decided to argue him buk and fluttered against its empty walls. rea heaiers ers,Checks.Blanks, j j Posters. Busine-s perfectly natural. May not a goat or! “Jards.Receipt*.etc some other animal have strived in JJ so. call at 'I HE BeaBOH-Light Job , Other* to got them. J’nces cheap and there for shelter—probably birds -vorkdo ne at once. Trv aa, Address all order* to your Ivar father,” said come back au’call Misses. Some cod y iu,o a l sonable solution of tbeEe May be owls and bats have infested S sarah-jCight, Bainbndge, Ga.