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A VENETIAN IDYI.
BY 1-r.HTINAX,
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that
jfisa Julia wliila at home and In her toons
Win actor in a lot of curious scones,
jl.r in tor nth natal morn had scarooly flo l
Pa-.i the did luvo a man slm could not wed,
lie Mm an Abbo who taught her to slug,
Permed like an ftthloV, gmtlo as a King,
; alia a Imlred him; the vain, wayward child
.pi, mcht he would love hor If on him she smiled-
(n t:.11 her arts wore exercisod In vain.
mi o.l her feet when ho tried to explain.
IP i ii. ulr-r came unto tho pair In haste,
.,..,1,1, d Jhsu Julia, hut admired hertasto,
j.,-mi-.sod too Abbo with a simpering frown,
And talked to Julra, while slio smoothed’hoi
gown;
• Know yon, Miss Julia, this man is a Driest?
You ihould respect our honored church at lo ist)
Pric ts cannot marry, for tho church allows
p lax observance in her votaries' vows."
Put Julia crioil, and begged, and called lilm boy
in ; like a child, would havo no other toy. 1
'll!, Abbe s sliuro in tho nifnlr was learned,
\-,d by decree in cloister was int trued.
Miss Julia's moral naturo took a spurt—
Min for throe weeks was scarcely known to flirt,
jin i ero u month had journeye 1 o or her head
\\uth the gay Don Fiilvio she was wed.
Who pins his faith to a coijuolte’s ot uceit
Path for his pains regrets and her deceit.
-03,-
A Story
BY ARVIDE 0. BALDWIN.
CHATTER V.—[Continued, |
Tiiis nows was startling. Then they had
already been p'anning to rob him. Ho
could almost have shot the scoundrel that
stood before him for his impudence, but
his butler judgment prevailed and he
answered him quietly but grimly: “I'll try
and be there when you come.”
“Well, well,” thought our young friend,
“the fellow is pretty well mixed. He seems
to think I am an o:d man—Iggles, or some
thin;,; else. They want my proper*}- and
money, do they? Perhaps they will got it,
perhaps not. Wo will seo.
“If you are going to tho river you had
b-.-tti r go with me. I’ll show you the way.”
And he turned his hors, s up the road . gain
in ihe direction from whence he came.
“Aiut yer gwiuo ter lake yor boss hum?"-
asked the stranger snspuiously.
“If Woodsley isn’t there it is hardly worth
while to take h s horse there to-day. When
he wants it ho can come for it. ”
“Why doos yer live, stranger?”
“On tho Wire Road, a few miles north.”
“What’s yer name?”
“Inquire for Tom Jones,” said John,
evasively. Then, seeing they had reached
Cross Hollows, he told the s.ranger to take
tho right-hand road leading directly down
the hollow and ho would, iu a reasonable
time, t ench the r ver.
Tho prospective b lehwhueker took the
ro d designated, and without a parting
word, or a look behind, went on out of
sight, down the valley.
John Eddies thought the fang would
hardly welcome such a specimen as this to
their tanks. It was truo lie was a back
woodsman, and no doubt would do any
d vi 1 try they might require of him, and he
might bo of some use about camp; but his
mind was dull and not capable of planning
the schemes that would bring success, nor
had he seeretiveness enough io kosp silence
when it seemed necessary. After (he
stranger had It ft his company and before
he had traveled a mile, he was startled by
the slurp report of a gun and the whistle
of a bullet past his head in too cloee prox
imity to be pleasant or desirable.
A small puff of smoke rose slowly from
a clump of brush about a hundred yards to
the left.
The dis’ance was too great for him to use
his weapons with any degree of accuracy,
even if lie could have seen the would-be
assassin who fired the shot, which he could
not, so he continued on more rapidly. Per
haps another hundred yards was gone
over when again tho crack of a rifie was
hoaul, an l the animal he was riding lunged
w.ld y forward.
The frightened animals did not need fur
ther urging, but instantly broke into a mad
run, which they kept up until tho Eddies
plantation was reached.
The planting, foam-covered animals were
taken to the stables, and then, for the first
time, John saw that his animal had been
struck by the last shot.
Blood was trickling down his leg from
two holes in (ho flunk—tho entrance and
exit of the deadly missile. The wonud was
but a deep flesh one, hut it was painful,
nevertheless, for the suffering animal was
yet restless and trembling from its eifeet.
Wh< n evening canto ilio horses wero
driven into the corral, and the more valu
able ones takon from there to the large
barn, which was well secured.
The negroes were assigned quarters. Sont6
were gloomy and morose over the mystery
that surrounded them, while others were
enjoying themselves with their almost un
limited freedom.
When everything was conaplote for the
warm reception of tho bushwhackers it was
late. The lights were extinguished and
silence stole over tho huge mansion, and
everything seemed at poaco and rest. It
was tho calm that precedes the storm.
The night wore away, and wijon morning
came the inmates were thankful that they
had been unmolested. The watchman re
ported that nothing unusual had occurred
during his watch. Some of the household
built up hopes on the report, but were soon
doomed to disappointment.
Rally in tho day another visitor stopped
at tho plantation. He rode diiectly to the
stables and dismounted. John Eddies
watched tho rider from tho time he entered
th s grounds until he disappeared within
the barn, in a few minutes he appeared
agaiu, and with him one of the stable
hands leading the horse that Eddies had
started to deliver to Woodsley, on the pre
vious day, but failed to do so.
lie tied tne animal near the one on which
he came, and proceeded to the house. John
met him on tho porch.
Ho had the oily smile of the educated
scoundrel, and saluted Eddies with that
courtesy possessed by tho polished people
of the South.
“Goodmorning, Mr. Eddies; afine morn
ing, sir.”
“Good morning, sir,” said John, coldly.
“I trust I find you well, sir?”
“Quite well.”
“And the ladies?" he inquired.
. “I don’t know that their welfare need
interest you, sir."
“The time will soon come when tho
friendship of Edom Woodsley will be de
sired, even by the Eddle3es. ” And ho still
smiled.
CHAPTER VI.
A SHOT IN SEASON.
’I trust we shall never need such friend
ship.”
! I
ABDUCTED BY THE BUSH-
of the War in
the Southwest.
! .iKHMtu 0 o/ 0n , f1,,noe(1 m - v friendship
, Please remember that
i bus boon spurned.”
llovvdoes it happen that you do not
I *™ot late without Yn.inuafi
rouble, and that you have great influence
!f ™ “ 0h tl0 Y ble ™ mos? Now I demand'
i , T on 11 n explanation.” u
i- lilt ' 8 slran R®> indeed, that a man of the
tell.geuco of John Eddies cannot seo the
turmoil m our land! Does it not seem to
you that tho sincere friendship of any man
un .. U v 1 Bnc 1 circumstances, is desirable?" '
a on will ph ase answer me one n uontioc
°J'P n . kn ?, w of ttn J danger imminent to
myself, family or property?’ ”
tel1 ; my one person is
iiKeiy to Butter more than any other?”
f ’* v ® 3’ 0U any cause to believe that we
are likely to bo milled soon?”
John eyed the man before him to note
the expression of his face, but he could see
no trace of the villainy within. A trau-
quil look of innocence overspread hiscoun.
teuance.
• T* 'f' ou! d he surprising if you were not
visited in a short time,” was tho evasive
answer.
“I asked you a question.”
“And I answered it.”
“I want no evasions now-,- answer me di
rectly; do yon know that we will
raided?”
“How could J know?"
“Answer me!”
“Well, then, I do not.”
T he two men’s attention was now called|
to a lone horseman riding slowly up thel
carriage-way. When ho came opposite
them ho stopped. Ho carried a gun, and!
the butt of a pistol showed beneath his
coat. Ho reversed the position of his gun,
so that th - muzzle was directed toward the
men, but he did it in such a careless man-,
ner that at anv other time it would have
been unnoticed.
“Morning, gentlemen.”
“Good morning,” was the ready respoaiso
of tho two men in unison.
“Doec a man by the name of Eddies live
here?” the new-comer asked.
“ 'J hat is my name,” John replied.
“Then I want you. I have authority to
take you. ”
“What authority?”
“ The authority of my superior. ”
“Who is your superior and what is the
charge?”
“Captain Inglers; and the charge is horse
stealing.”
“Is Captain Inglers a military comman
der?”
“Yes; headquarters on the river."
John now knew who the man before him
represented, and he knew that once in the
hands of the bushwhackers his life would
bo jeopardized. His mind was made up.
“Y'ou report to Captain Inglers that I do
n ot recognize military authority, and that tho
charge is false.”
“ V ou don’t deny the charge, do you?”
“I certainly do.”
“Hut there is tho horse now, in yonder
yard 1”
“The owners of that animal are the
thieves who stole two negroes from mo a fens’
days ago, and that is one of the horses that
they rode borne upon.”
This explanation did not appear to havo
much effect on the horseman. He ap-:
poured more interested in the capture of
John Eddies thm in the recovery of the
animal.
“I was ordered to take you, and I propose
to do it—dead or alive!”
“You propose doing more than you are
able to perform.”
” You'll tee!” And the stranger grasped
his gun moretiimly, and quickly raised it
to his face. As quick as he was John was
yet quicker. He quickly sprang aside and
it was well he did so, for that instant he
saw a blaze of fire stream from one of tho
bartels and felt a pnff of air against his
face. Tho echo of the report had hardly
d ed away before another one, quick and
sharp, ia tho direction of the stables, again
broke tho soilness, and the strange mau’s
gun llew into the air as his hands went up
lie reeled a moment in the saddle, then
fumbled headlong to the ground! The man
lay gasping for breath, with one hand held
against his side.
Tho men on tho porch looked in amaze
ment at each other, for the shot and its
effect was utterly unexpected by them.
In a moment tho remainder of the house
hold appeared upon the scene, and the pale
faces of tho laches told of the terrible fright
they had experienced.
Woodsley s face was ashy-white. His
bravado had deserted him. His politeness
had vanished. Crestfallen, he dropped his
head and tried to sneak away.
"Halt! Stop there!” It was John who
spoke, nnd he quickly stepped in front of
ho departing mau.
“You don’t intend to detain me, sir?
Woodsley anxiously asked.
“Yes. You will remain here the rest of
the day, at any rate.”
Woodsley reached for his pistol.
Eddies drew his.
“Better let that be.”
Woodsley glared ferociously at his
enemy.
“ Whv am I thus foroibly detained here?
he demanded. “A day of reckoning will
surely come, and this insult will be
avenged.” ,
"Hold up vour hands. Hold them up!
“Henry,” said John, after Woodsley had
sullenly complied with his command,
•‘please relieve Mr. Woodsley of any arms
he may possess.”
Iienry Arno, who had stepped from tho
house, came briskly forward and soon wasj
in possession of a heavy seven-shot revol
ver, one of tho latest pattern. Xhoarmwai
untarnished, showing that it had been
recent purchase. .
“Our friend goes finely armed, it seems,
Baid Arno; “it appears he anticipatei
trouble” „ , ,
Woodsley’s teeth ground together and
curse escaped his lips.
Jeff now put in an appenranoo. Ho cami
almost unnoticed. A t>r#ad grin of inno
cence was on Iris face as ho approaohei
Edom Woodsley,
“Yer boss am done ready, Marse Woods
ley ” And he took off his hat and bowed lo'
his wooly head.
“Go away, yon cursed nigger, he angril;
replied.
TO BE CONTINUED.
A Thousand Totes.
They tell that story told about Con
gressman “Ben” Lefevre, of Ohio. The
General had been taking a bath in one
of the marble tubs in tho House bath
room, attended by a colore d man, with
scented soaps, flesh brushes and Turkish
towels, when a messenger came to the
door and announced that some gentle
men wished to see General Lefevre.
< ‘Shall I bring them down here?” asked
the messenger; “they’s in a powerful
hurry.” , . „„ , ,
«‘Are they constituents of mine? asked
Lefevre as lie stepped out, clad in a long
bath robe. . ,.
“Yes, sah, I believe they is, was the
reply.
“Well, keep them out of here," ex
claimed the General excitedly. ’‘If my
people found out that I bathe in a mat
bio tub and am rubbed down by »“
attendant instead of going down to tne
creek and drying myself with my slur,
it would lose me a thousand votey?
