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ELLAYILLE PUBLISHING CO. jj, A VENETIAN IDYI. BY 1-r.HTINAX, and 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?