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VOL. XIX.
ATLANTA, GA., TUESDAY, JUNE 28, 1887.
PRICE FIVE CENTS.
f\ 0J1O5T SJO!\Y.
Vxem the New York Post.
The session of tlio court (in one of the “ad
joining counties") was over. The judge hod
invited the bar to take supper with him at his
fine old residence, about five miles from the
courthouse village. And a fine supper it was,
too; hot rolls, waffles, Sally Lunn, broiled
chicken, nutty old ham, tomato salad and no
end of other toothsome dainties.
“That looks like a ghost," remarked Cole
man Chisholm May.
“What? Where?" asked Mr. Billups, with
* slight start.
Mr. Billups was a gcnleman of the neighbor
hood, who had supped with tho lawyers,
though not ono of them. He was a rosy,
plump, amiable little man, whose cheeks re
minded ono of those of a ground squirrel when
filled with acorns. Ho had, too, a way of
fuming quickly upon you his brisk, bright,
mapping little brown eyes. I cannot think of
«ny other peculiarity worth mentioning about
him save his persistent and scornful disbelief
hi ghosts.
“What? Where?" he snapped, turning to
the counsellor.
“That little cedar down at tho foot of the
lawn; wait for another Hash."
“Oh!" said Mr. fillups, settliug himself
back in his chair.
With that the company fell to telling ghost
stories, Mr. Billups protesting; for, he urged,
that by such narratives wo helped to rivet the
Chains of superstition.
“Why, what's tho harm?" askod one of the
young ladies. “Who believe in such things?
Surely no ono except ” and she nodded in
the direction of tho butler’s pantry.
“Ido!" sounded solcuiu and sepulchral the
voice of Coleman Chisholm May, close by tho
car of Billups tho sceptical and tho scornful.
“Tho duce you do?—I beg your pardon,
ladies," exclaimed Mr. Billups, briskly switch
ing himself and his chair a foot farther from
the man who could beliovo in such nonsense.
“Yes," replied Mr. May, slowly, “tlmo was
trhon I was a doubter like yourself. I liavo
Veen convinced."
“You have seen one, I supposo;and it looked
like a cedar bush by sheet lightning!"
“No," rumbled tho advocato from tho bot
tom of his deep chest, “I have not seen; I havo
heard merely. Heard the footstep, not seen
the faco!"
The rosy-clieeked disbeliever in apparitions
switched his chair three inches nearer tho
judge; but tho ladies drew thoirs closer to Mr.
May; and a delicious shiver chilling their
blood, begged him to tell them ^11 about tlds
mysterious and invisible ghost.
'Til bot fifty dollars it was a rat," exclaim
ed Billups defiantly.
“Wait till tho cvidonce is in," rejoined tho
contentions counsellor.
Tho sky was black, bpt each flash of light
ning revealed a vivid plcturo: The straight-
cut features of Coleman Chisholm May in their
stolid calm; tho pale faces of tho cluster of
ladies who leant forward with ported lips,
breathing short, ready to scream should a
mouse but squeak; ami for background, the
bench and bar, half a dozen strong, und Bil
lups tho scoffer.
“Once upon a time," began Mr. May, “I
•pent a mouth or so with some friends in the
county of . The gentleman of the house—
a bachelor and sheriff of tho county—had his
room in an old wiug of the residence, while
ills mother and sisters occupied the main
builomg. For tlio first week of my visit he
was absent. I slept in ono of two beds which
Stood in the sheriff's chamber. This was on
the ground floor, and next it, the lost room of
the wing, was tho kiteheu. A long covered
way or hall connected the kitchen with the
dining room in tho main building, so that, any
one going from the kitchen to tho front of the
bouse passed by my room; but in ordor to reach
my door, ono had to turn into a second and
Shorter hall leading out of the other. In other
Words, in passing from the door of tiro kitchen
to the door of tho room occupied by me,
C u traced the courso of the letter L.
dies, do you follow me?"
“Yee," they shivered in chill chorus.
“The house was closed early, no servant re*
jnaining within it. Well, one night—it was as
dark as Erebus and as still os death—"
“Oo- -oo—oo—" shivered the ladies.
“Pooh!" sneered BilJim*.
O'l was reading Poe’s •Haven’ in bed. ‘Onco
el I think it were a rat. Well, saving Mr. Bit*
lap's presence, I don’t see how it could
been nothin' o' de kin'. I ain’t 'sputin' but
what a rat kin walk iioworful vig'rous when
he’s got things all to hisselt, 'bout midnight,
and you alayiu’ in yo’ bed aud nfeard to ax
him ‘who dat?’ But I ain’t heard you say
you heard anything scamper, and tlienvar-
mits most iiif'inrully scampers when thoy
you a-comin.'
“You can stand there and hear the rest of
tho story." said Mrs. Judge.
“Thank you, mistiss; “I'll stay; but it most
done glmrae the creeps already.*
“The next night," continued the story toller,
the samo thing occurred, contour to my ox-
‘ ' ihallu-
On the
........ „ __ I could
not help thinking of my*strange visitor. So I
sat up,dressed and waited. Sure enough, just
as the clock began to strike, I heard tho same
bold, heavy step, starting, ns usual, at tho
kitchen door. Instantly I took my candle in
ono hand ami seized tho doorknob with the
other. I waited till the stejts halted, as usual,
against my door, when I thrust it violently
open, leaping at one bound into the middle of
the hall. Finding absolutely nothing, I
rushed to the main hall. I heard nothing-
saw nothing. All tho doors were locked, all
the windows closed. Tho next night I pursued
piociscly tho same tactics with precisely tho
same result. I made up my mind that I was
throwing away my time trying to catch that
gliont."
“Lor^tnol Mr. May, s’pose^ yon had a’cotcli
him ? What could a human do wid one
snerrits?'
Quito true, Uncle Billy; I never thought of
that. Well, ho came every night, and never
went away, as far as I could hear. So; instead
of trying to catch him, I locked my door so
that he might not catch me, and slopt as well
as I could. Naturally I did not moution these
occurrences to the ladies; but, when the
sheriff came home, and he and I were lying lit
bed rending, l could keep the secret no longer.
I must say, however, that I lmd hard work
making up my mind to begin. As I read, I
cast my eyes at his stalwart form again and
again before I could summon the courage to
tell such a 'cock and bull story.’ I hml known
him from a boy, and known him to lio a man
as totally without imagination as without fear.
What would he think of mo ? However—’’
“Lyt," I began.
“Ii’ra ?"
He Kent on reading and I called to him
again. This tirao ho niado a hook marker of
his forefinger and fixed his eyes dreamily upon
“Lyt," I began, and I was conscious that I
colored, “Lyt, did you over imagine that you
heard footsteps in this part of the house late at
night?”
instantly he dropped his hook and rose up in
bed, a smile of triumph on ills face.
“So, ho has been after you, 1ms ho?"
“Do you mean ty say," I began, rising from
my pillow.
1 ‘What 1 That confounded thing—"
“Stalks up to tho door and then isn’t there
when you open itl"
“Oli, yon needn't tell me anything aliont
him. Ite has been calling on mo for fifteen
years, of and on. Sometimes ho goes off for a
whole year or „ more, and then no will como
every night for a fortnight. And he has paid
hkmpects to you, has ua?" and Lyt fell back
upo&QDs pillow with a shout of Laughter.
“I don't find it amusing*?’ rejoined I.
“Why, no, not amusing exactly; but you see
I now know that I am not crazy, which I was
not so sure of before. That Is why I never
told you tho story."
“What aro we to do wbon ho comes tonight,
if he so favors us?"
“You can do what you darned please, but I
shall not stir out of tills lied."
“Have you ever tried to catch him?"
“Have I ever tried ? Why a hundred timos.
Do you seo that hole in tho door? Well, ono
night when no one was at homo except myself,
T unt n li-.1l ttirniurli nUnr lilm. Kn lisn. 1
. *egan to Fouud forth 12—dfrig!
ding! ding! I hoard coming from the kitchen
door, the steady trump of heavy footsteps."
oor. the steady trump oi heavy footsteps.”
.“Heavy footsteps! H’m!”squeaked Billups
the bold, In rather a slmky treble.
Just then a smldcn flash dispersed the
pitchy darkness of the porch; and some of the
audience, though half-bliudcd, thought they
detected on the face of the stolid story-teller
the remains of a diabolical grimace, as though
the flash had surprised him making faces, lie
continued:
“Immersed as I was in my room, footsteps in
the hall at that hour did not strike me as in-
concrous: hut when they came, resounding
and shaking tho ohl house, up to my very
door, and there stopped."
The ladies gave little shrieks; for tho honey
suckle rustled under a sudden puff of wind.
The valiant Billups laid his hand, in a neigh-
1UG VMiiUU Ulliup WIU U»U»UU| lit H Ul'lgll'
borly way, on the sleeve of the judge, for they
were intimate.
• “I laid my book down and waited. Not a
sound! I coughed. Dead silence! Hellow,
said I. Not a word! Come in! No response,
.Who th if the ladies will pardon the exact
reDrodiicthm of my remarks?*
“Certainly!"
“Thank you. Who the dtice are you? I
thundered. The stillneai of the tomb. My
naturally irascible temper—we all have our
fault*—got the) better of me. I leaj*ed from
my tied. I placed ray hand upon the door
kuoh. Who's there? I roared. Not a sylla
ble. Permit me to observe, ladies, that had I
known it was a ghost 1 should not have been
angry; but not thinkingcf ghost even, I thrust
the* foor rudely opcu, aiming to smash the
now* of my discourteous visitor."
Mr. May ceased speaking. The ladies held
their breath. Billups the lirave laid IiU Land
on the shoulders of the judge, for they had
married cousins.
• Presently, in most sepulchral tones, Mr. May
continued; “In tho language of the poet,
'darkness there and nothing more!'"
' Just then a tremendous crash broke the
stillness. The butler had stolen U>the window
to hear the story. Overcome by bis fears, he
bad let fall a tray full of plates and dishes.
Billups leaped into the air. “It was a rat."
“That is what Hamlet cried; but Polonius
Was behind the arras. Do you think it was a
tat, Uncle Billy?"
The butler, delighted to find that nothing
Was broken, came to the window. “Yon ax mo
I sent a hall through after him. No use. 1
We talked for some time and then began
reading again. I kept glancing at tho clock,
however, and when we were within five min
utes of midnight I could no longer fix my at
tention on my book. At last the clock slowly
tolled out the hour.
“Well," said Lyt. “I suppose ho don’t like
to call on two at a time;" and tho sturdy fol
low blow out his caudle and turned over to go
to sleep. He had hardly douesowlieii the
heavy stop shook the room. I kept silent.
Was it my imagination? No: for Lyt wheeled
over und faced me witli another smile of tri
umph. I leaped from my lied and laid ray
hand upon the knob.
“Catch him by the ears," said Lyt, “and
haul him in. Let’s see what ho looks like!"
I leaped into tho hall, an before, and with
the samo rrralt. Ladies and gentlemen, that
is the end of my little ghost story. It has no
denoument; hut that It not my fault; you will
havo to blame the ghost for that."
After innumerable comments and questions
(to all which Mr. May steadily replied that his
story was literally true In every particular),
cue of tho yoniig ladies asked Uncle Billy
what ho thought of it. “Was it a ghost?"
“Oh, no, young mistrcRs; dat warn’t no
ghost. Billy kin tell you dot, sho! Billy know
a ghoee’s capertnenht same as he eat he break
fast. Is I ever see a ghost, you ax me? See
a gliose? I believe you! Glioses? Why
when I used to go to my wife’s house, I don’t
mean this Sallv I got now, here on do place,
but Mr. Cabell’s Milly, I was scekiu religion
in dein days, an’ I 'clar *fo’ do Laud when I
us tonight, Mr. May. Were you sorious when
you said that tho thing actually occurred? or
were you meroly amusing tho ladies?
“Serious? why, of courso I was, and what’s
more I did see a ghost once though I did not
like to say so before them."
“Saw a ghost? nonsense! Why, I thought
you said you did not believe in such—wlia-wno-
wlm-what’s that?"
“That’s a screech-owl. What an uncanny
voice! I don’t wonder at your shivering."
“Me shivering at an owl? its the damp air."
“Oh" said May dryly. “I don’t believe in
ghosts any more than you do." Ho continued,
“If I saw' a thousand of them I should not be
lieve in them. As a matter of foot, I have
never seen hut one."
“Never seen hut one! And that’s one more
than any ono else ever saw."
“By tho way, Billups, this ought not tolbo a
had night for ghosts ;a flush and thou darkness.
When the flash comes you know where they
are; and instantly afterward yon havo no idea
what they may bo un to. It was lust such a
night, at any rate, that I saw my gnost. I had
been on a courting expedition and just as I
was riding past a small opening in the woods,
in which stood tho chimney of what bad been
yoars ago a happy home, perhaps, a flash came
and I saw boforo me, in the middle of the road
—well, as you don’t believe in ’em, you may
call it anything you pleaso—butit was tall and
white and waved its arms."
“It was a negro going to hls’wife's house and
taking off his hat to you."
“Precisely wlmt I thought. But my lione
was of a different opinion. It was pitch dark
after the flash, but though I spurred him aud
lashed him he (lid nothing hut back and snort
and tremble. Presently there came another
flash and tliero it was still, slowly advancing
and sawing its arms! 1 demanded its namo, I
fiercely ordered it out of tlio road, while my
liorso plunged and quivered In every nerve.
Do you know, I think that horses often
imagine that they see ghosts?"
May had no sooner uttered these words than j
Billups’s horse, swerving to the right, plunged
violently forward, closely followed by May’s.
Billups could not explain tills freak and May
although ho might havo shed some light on tho
matter, neglected to do no. The toe of his right
foot thrust violently into tho flank of Billups
mettlesome charger, and held there, had some
thing to do with it, no doubt.
"what’s tho matter with these darnod
CAPTAIN FRECKLE-FACE.
“I can’t im-nt-ni-inagiito," chattered Billups.
It was grbwiug very damp. “Tell me the rest
of tho story."
“Well, at last I dismounted, tied my horse,
grasped my stout whip handle and advanced
cautiously, awaiting a flash. When ono came
tho confounded thing stood facing me not throe
S ards off. It was noshing Its teeth. I could
ear them simp distinctly."
“Ugh! how chill tho air is! Wha-wha-wha-
what did you do?"
“I let drive at him, of course, with tho butt
of my whip. It went through him as though
ho were mere mist. Another flash camo a sec
ond later. It had vanished, t fell in a dead
swoon. I awoke an hour later, and, mounting
my homo, rode madly to tho liousoof my inam
orata. I fell heavily against tho door in anoth
er swoon. Tho family rusliod out. After a
while I recovered ana told my story. Next
morning tho fair young girl, whom I idolize* I
frozo mo with her chill disdain—sho that had
Innn snrtiilas I have raroly smiled since, y
Isn’t that tho gravqyard, just ahead ?" .
“ Y-y-y-yos. It Is a comfort that neither of
i bcllevos In spirits?"
“No," said May anthorativeiy, “tliero aro no
such things. Even If they exist, they aro per
fectly harmless. Bee what a disadvantage my
ghost lmd mo at. I lay in a swoon for an hour,
completely at his mercy, and what harm did he
do ine ? Of courso it would not become a poor
finite bolng like Coleman Chisholm Mav tosa;
tliero are no ghosts: hut rest assured that n
tliero aro such things thoy are harmless.
What’s that? Was that a screech owl ?"
“1 didn’t hoar anything. What was it like ?"
“I must havo been mistaken," said May. “It
waa tho wind moaning among the graveyard
shrubbery. In fact, I am suro it was nothing."
At tho samo time May’s liorso, u rapid
walker, began to forgo ahead of Billups’s.
“All right," said fillups; “f‘
ruin; wo had hotter hurry
rum; wo iiuu uvuw nurijr wil. Alld I say,
Mojy, sujjyoso^ou stop at my Iiouao tonight?
“Did you hear anthing then?" Inquired May.
'No? I can’t imngine what lias gotten into
mo tonight. Let’s push on," and he struck off
in a cantor. Billups kept Ills kneo glued to
that of the lawyer. Tho thunder began to roll
niul tlio rain to pour.
“Do you notice anything?" asked May,
“Vo; what do vou mean ?"
“No; what do you mean?
“Something breathing on my neck!"
“It is becausoof our rapid pace."
“But it is on the back of my neck. Ugh!"
'It must be your imagination."
T daro say. There It is again: ugh! ugh!"
By a singular coincidence Billups’s horse
«le
road, de glioses was as thick as h’yaron a dog’s
providence, seein’ as how I had to pa** by dist
graveyard every Bat’day night. J^or’ me.
vniiiiv wlint v'nll Imtirlilii' ’ 1 k11
Jut as I was a hayin’ I nober wants to see
glioses no thicker than they used to skip an’
Jutdey neber make no noise, wbatsoev...
Dat's a gliose. It steps llghter’n a feather.
But dis thing what couics projectin', along o’
Mr. May, I know what it was, jess ax well!
But I unit callin’ no names, Billy aint!"
Billy adhered to his resolution of naming no
names, while contriving to indicate pretty
*
clearly an eminent, though unsavory, theolo„.
cal personage. He asserted that he had seen
him many times during the period his “seek-
in’ ;’’ that they had it, in fact, “nip and tuck,"
often aud often, down the road that nkirts the
graveyard above mentioned. One peculiarity
that he was willing to take his Bible oath to
tion were blue in color ami rrmuply
He always rode a white how, too, and as he
scurried after a sinner, had a trick of brandish
ing his tall like a devouring lion; distancing
the king of beasts in this; that tail flashed like
•*■» ktrciik o’ lishtiiiu 1 ’’ uml at times cracked
streak o’ lightuin'
like a whin.
Under all the circumstances I hold tlmt it
would not he the fair-minded thing to sneer at
Billy for his resignation under tho providential
dispensation which relieved hint from the ne
cessity of traveling this road every Saturday
night. Bheumatiz has Its compensation*.,
u*i.«. * • * ’ *'
reader with the foci „
tion (together with a ruinous, disused church)
lay about one mile from the Judge's. Three
miles further was the country seat of our reak-
1cm and skeptical friend Billups. Ono mile
further wa* the court house >ii]ago, for which
Mr. May now ordered life horse.
It had been Billups's intention to defer his
departure to a later hour, but finding May im-
plnuged v iolently forward just at this Juncture.
May pushed on to overtake him, and down the
road they dashed at a tearing gallop. A negro
man,standing for shelter under a broad,spread
ing oak,heard tho mad clatter of approachiug
hoofs. Such a pace was nothing to wonder at
on such n night, but what surprised him was
that, as they passed him, a vivid flesh of light-
uitignhoweu that tlio horseman who wasslight-
__ with his slouch hat. The figure of the man
In front was bowed over the pummel of his
saddle, while the countenance of the man with
the hat wore a grin of diabolical joy.
Down tho road tho two riders thundered,
without a word, for a nillo. At last May said:
“Thank heaven, the infernal thing has stopped
breathing on my neck!"
“But it is after mo!" roared the doubter.
“It is nothing hut imagination," shouted
May to his companion, now ten yards in ad
vonce. At this dbtanco apart they rattled on
for a quarter of a mile. The breathing* had
censed, and Billups was beginning to slacken
May frozi
his pace, when a cry from May froze his blood:
“Unhand me, fleud!" yelled the advocate, in
a voice that wrangles at the bar alone can give;
and with a few mighty bounds hL* liorso was
almost abreast of that of the skeptic. “Un
hand me!” he cried again.
Why I cannot say, but Billups did not ask
him toexplain the cause of this singular outcry.
He contented himself with ramming the spurs
into the flanks of his foaming stead.
Presently a Hash came, and any belated wav-
* ►
farer standing by the road might have seen 1
most rider descending with a snap upon tho
neck of him in front. “As though two icicles
bit you," is the way Billups speaks of the occur
rence to this day.
It would be a mockery to describe what oc
curred afterward us a “conversation" between
these two gentlemen. Lightning, thunder, the
roar of hoofs, torrents of rain pouring down,
torrents of mud bounding Into the air and at
last a catastrophe.
Tho maddened horses had reached a little
brook somewhat swollen by tho rain. May’*
animal cleared it at one brave bound, but there
was trouble of some sort with Billujw in the
pitchy dark. A confused murmur of snorting*
and pawing* and grunting* struck uj»on J
car, and he reined in hi* horse. A flash
the horse was heard galloping'' up the road.
May fished out hi* friend and dragged him
movable in his resolve to set out in defiance of
a probable soaking, he rcckloxily ordered his
hone. Biding alone at night was such a bore.
z story that you gars
aah
‘Thank heaven, they won’t «ross running
water,” said he to the wretched scomer of su
pernatural thing*.
And every now and then, as she bounded
through a neighboring wood, there came buck
from the terrified sow an indignant "Boo!
boo!" in protest against such unheard-tf and
unwarranted proceedings J. B. W.
By WALLACE P. HERD.
For the Qmatitutiou.
When a company of federal troopers dashed
into Sunny South one fino spring morning the
villagers thought that the world was coming
to an end.
Sunny South was a small place, but It had
produced a general and a full crop of colonels.
It had also sent tho Sunny 8outh Avongers to
tho front, and it was generally understood in
the village that these gallant sons of thunder
weru slowly but surely exterminating Grant’s
a any.
“They will never get Sunny South," the
Tillage statesmen said, ns thoy sat around the
courthouse fighting tho battles of the war over
**g»iu. "It to naturally the most iinprcgnablo
point in north Alabama. With a few dozen
brave fellows we can defend theso mountain
passes against an ar^f,"
But just when nouoay was expecting it, and
at a time when the main body of tho federal
army was sixty miles away, Captain Knight
with some fifty or sixty cavalrymen caught the
little town napping, and took possession with
out firing a gun.
Tho invaders beliaved themselves fairly well,
being restrained by their captain, a good look
ing young fellow, who threatened to shoot tho
first man who insulted a woman or looted a
house.
“I hate It, and I won’t walk under it! I’ll
die first l"
Tho captain looked out of the window of* tlio
offlee ho had taken tor his headquarters, and
broke into a hearty laugh.
“Take care, Captain Freckle-Face," ho
•houted, “or I’ll put you under arrest."
Tho little girl looked back a moment with a
determined snap of her big, black eyes, and
then with tho step of a tragedy queen sho de
liberately took tho middle of the street and
Walked around tho obnoxious flag in front of
Captain Knight’s ofllco.
She was a diminutive thing, a mero child of
perhaps not more than a dozen summon, and
there was nothing remarkable about hor, ex
cept her black eyes, and her freckles, of which
sho had a good share.
Tlio taunting remark of the young offleor did
not pass unnoticed.
"Yes, I hato it, and I hate you too!" said
t]iO littlo confederate as sho faced hor enemy.
Then sho skurried round the comer, flushed
with wrath, wiping away the hot lean as sho
caroor," answored Mrs. Knight, “but you
nover told me about the raid on,6imny South."
“Nor did you tell me that yon lived there."
“Oh, we woro simply refugees. Wo re
turned to New Orleans as soon as the war was
Coptain Knight laughed heartily as lie took
Ills wife by tho hand.
“When we met again," he said, “yott had
doveloped Into womanhood, and it was not
strange that I hod no recollection of yonr face.
But I cannot think than ten years changed mo
boyond recognition. Tho faco of your old
enemy could not have impressed you much."
“I looked at nothing but Ills hatefnl uni
form," was the spirited response.
“Well, well," groaned tho captain, “It scorns
that Captain Freckle-Face lias gobbled me up
again. I might have known that sho would
get me at last. Blio said {fiat morning at
8unny South that sho hated me.”
“As this is a historic incidont," said Mrs.
Knight, “let us get at tho truth of history.
This time you capturod Captain Frccklc-Faco,
and your prisoner no longer hates yon, nor
doos sho hato this faded old ting," and she laid
her hand caressingly upon the banner.
Tho series of slight explosions that followed,
so far from resembling tho fusillade at 8nnny
South on tho occasion of Knight’s capture, im
pressed tho listening loungers on tho hotel
piazza as a sort of impromptu jubilee over a
reunited country.
When the two walkod out together Captain
Frecklo-Fnco showed all the swelling triumph
of a victorious general. It was easy to see who
was in command.
GUITEAU’S HEAD.
“Dat’s Preacher Jones’s littlo gal, an’ you
done rando hor pow’ful mad," sold a negro who
was feasting Ills eyes on tho old flag.
“A spiteful littlo piece," remarked Knight,
turning to a brother officer, “but a truo con
federate. No wonder those people are so hard
to conquer, when even tholr women and chil
dren hato us so." . wiiuei
hour later Parson Jones’*, daughter I Worth,
of a little grove back of her father’s * jftSfi
id started off in a mad gallop through
the hills.
“I’ll show him what Captain Frockle-Face
can dol" she said. “Won’t I, Beauty?"
Beauty evidently sympathized with his mis
tress, for lio gave a triumphant snort and flew
along with tho speed of tho wind.
It was a long ride, and not without its dnn-
gers, but Cuptaln Frccklo-Faco had nerved
herself for any emergency.
“They woro cowards!" sho shouted indig
nantly, “to let Sunny South be taken without
a fight."
bravo littlo Captain Freckle-Face! Sho was
unjust to the old men uml boys who constitu
ted the malo imputation of Bunny South, but
sho was too mad just thou to have a very clour
view of the situation.
That night such a sudden uproar filled the
streets of tho town that tho women dived pre
cipitately under their bed*, and the colored In
habitants fled to the wood*.
The wild rush of Forrest’s cavulry through
the streets, tho clatter of sabres aud tho rattlo
of firearm* made the rudely awakened sleepers
think that a great battle was in progress.
It was a complete surprise, and notwith
standing the promiscuous shooting, not a llfo
was lost. The confederates captured Captain
Knight and the last ono of hi* command.
“Atul to think that Captain Freckle-Faco
did it all!" cxftlaiincd Knight ruefully, as ho
wo* marched off under guard with hi* com
pany the next morning.
lie hud hoard tho story of the gallant ride of
the parson’s daughter. Forrest’s inen were
squmling her praises, and laughing at the pris
oners for being outwitted *ml overreached by
a child.
Happy littlo Captain Freckle-Face! That
was a red-letter day with her. Forrost’a
bronzed soldiers saluted her os a heroine and
Sunny South was proud of her.
What in the mischief aro you doing with
this flag?"
Cuptafn Knight held tho faded banner up
before IiU wife, and looked completely mys
tified.
Give It to me," said tho little woman, has
tily, “I wouldn’t lose it for anything. You do
not know how I prize It."
Urn!" said the captain. “It reminds me
of war times."
Yes," was the answer, “it i* a souvenir of
tho war. That is why I keep it."
All right, my dear, I am glad to seo that
you are getting over your old confederate prej
udices enough to value the old flag."
‘Let mo tell yon oil aliont It,” said Mrs.
Knight Impetuously. “For a short time dur
ing tho war wo lived in tho little town of Snn-
ny South, among the mountains of Alabama.
The place was captured by a party of federal
raiders. In my childish rage I refused to pass
under the flag, and tho commander of the
blue Jacket* laughed at me and ridiculed me.
Do you know what I did? I rode on horse
back twenty miles to tho nearest confederate
post, and led a force of Forrest’s cavalry back
to Sunny South, whentwe made jirisonersof
the entire federal garrison.'
“Blessmy soul!"
“It Is true," continued the lady snfmatedfy,
'and when one of the confederates tore down
the stars and stripe* ho gave tho flag to me,
saying that I deserved it for my heroism. I
have kept it ever since."
Captain Knight was apparently suffocating.
“I’ll be hanged If it isn't Captain Frecklc-
Face!" he blurted out.
That is just what tho federal officer called
,” aahl Mrs. Knight, “aud that was what
made me so mad. But how——”
So this Is the same littlo girl that gobbled
me up at Sunuy South, U it?" roared the cap
tain. “Well, this is a pretty discovery to
make now, isn’t it?"
I thought I knew all about your war
Suspended In a Glass Case, Ik Will no Put In
Service a* a Star Museum Attraction.
New York, J ’no ID.—Professor E. M.
Worth, nephow of General Worth, says that
tho head of Charlos J. Guiteau, tho assassin of
President Garfield, which was alwayssupposod
to havo been buried trader the floor of hi* pris
on in Washington, 1* in this city. Tliero is
nothing repulsive in tho sight. Guiteau’s face
boars no marks of suffering, and simply looks
as though ho were asleep. The head will prob
ably bo exhibited soon, either in this city or
nt Coney Island. Tho manner in which it
enme into tho hands of the present possessor is
remarkable, and will probably prove a revolu
tion t» tho government officials at Washington.
Before Gultoau’s execution tho bids for
ownership of tho coming cadaver were occa
sionally flattering to tho assassin’s vanity; but
after hi* fdeling* clionged to ono of horror that
his body was to bo liawkod around or dissected,
and ho made every provision to defoatany
such plans. Ho finally ordered Ills remains to
bo placed nt tho disposition of Ilev. Dr. Hicks,
ns ho feared to trust even his own relatives.
Dr. Hicks did all that ho possibly could, but
in splto of his efforts the body was dlsaocted
and Gultoau’s bones aro now on oxhibltlon in
tho Army Medical mususm at Washington,
while Ids head is in possession of Professor
Worth. >
After the execution Dr. IUcks yielded to tho
desire of tho government for an autopsy of tho
brain, and ho subsequently, as ho thought, saw
tho body lowered into tho grave which had
ho on dug within tho jail. Ho saw a coffin
buried, but it contained no human remain*.
Professor Worth says that he first heard of
tho oxistonco of Gultcou’* head two yearn ago.
He received a letter signed with a fictitious
name, Informing him of the fact, and offering
to dlHcloso its location. It took him some tiino
to gain the confldcnco of tho writer and learn
where the head ws* concealed. Ho finally
found tho hoad Hooting In alcohol, contained
in a glass jar, in tho cellar of ono of tho finest
residence* of Washington. It was In a perfect
state, except that the nose was Kliglitly
flattened. The circular jar also magnified
tho head and distorted tho foaturoi.
ZEKE’S BEAR HUNT.
A Man, a Large Grizzly and a
Rattlesnake
AT THE BOTTOM OF A PROSPECT HOLE,
A Bnnl.r In ■ Yrrj Uncomfortable Fositlou*
Unt He Come. Out of the dole
With Old Bruin*. Heat.
Cauuit*, Cal., June 20.—One-eyed Zek*.
who hunt, for k living around Owen lako and
along Owen river over In Inyn, camo In yoiter-
~ ” * . Spnla.
day to be doctored for a .pralnod ankle,
tng that aukla saved hit life on thl< last trip.
Zeko ha. a scheme nt hi. own for killing grip.
tiles that is yery effective if a man baa neva
enough to work it and his gun doesn’t miss fine.
Ho carries a heavy double-barreled shotgun
und n f 4-euHUro revolver, hut nover lug. a riffs
even when he goes after bean. When lio sights
a gristly he pops at lilm with tlio revolver and
gots him mad, standing In the open where tho
bear can see hint, and shooting oiten enough to
dispel any poealbla doubts In till bear's noddls
about the annoyance.
Inut
grimly will go his own way usually It not
rrered with, hut If Insulted with pistol sliotx
he Is pretty certain to mako a disturbanco of
the peaco. Tho exasperated bear snaps vicious
ly at tho ploco where tlio pistol ball strikes hint.,
concludes that Zeko is responsible for ths
troublo and goes for him. Zeko waits calmly
right up to him, and when almost in buggine
distance, rise* on his bind legs to throw himself
nponZeico. Then Zeko turns loose hoi li bar
rels at the bear’s chest, and blows a hole as big
as two lists nearly through him. Tho heavy
chargest such (dote range araasliea the grizzly's
Interior worka In a deplorable manner, and na
dies right away. It Is far more cffcctlvo than
an eipresa rifle hnllet. lint it requires nerva
to face n big, ugly boar anil rrsorvo Are nntlf
lie is within half a dozen foot of the gtin.
Zeko mot a bear in tho mountains near Owaa
lake and played Ills customary game, hut not
with complete sueeeaa. By somo extraordinary
bad luck, both cartrldgea In Ills gun had defeo*
live primers, and when he pulled tho trlggen
ho wav very mueli pained and disappointed by
the absence of the usual loud re)H,rt. It was a
critical moment for Zeko. It took him the
tliuiiMiudlli part of a second to grasp tlio situa
tion and spring dosperat ly to the right. An
other small fraction of a second was consumed
In Ills unexpecctod descent to tho bottom of an
old prospect ltolo that waa ovorgrown with
brush and escaped Ills notice.
Probably that la tho only prospect holo In
that part of tho Blerra Novrulo, and It must
hsvo wen dug by somo half-crocked foriy-
nlncr like Marshall, who prospected alttbowny
from Yuma to tho Colamula. Zeko vows it waa
jar made, largo enough to hold tho
Molds woro made, and tho lending glass man
ufacturers attempted to muko tho jar, but
without success. In overy case tho Jars broke
os they cooled. At lost a sectional rasa was
made by Professor Worth lilnualf, anil In this
tho head of tho assassin Is snsimndcd. Ths
glass case rests upon a bronze pedestal, to that
the top of the head Is Just at the same height
as when Onltcau stood upright.
Professor Worth’s llfo has been spent In
tlmring a collection of curiosities, and ho
S altering a collection ox curiosities, and no
us gradually gathered np ovory relic of Gut-
tean possessing a public Intercut. Bald tho
gentleman who law tlio head a tiny or two ago:
"■Tito stitches made by tlio nhyalclana in re
storing tho sculp to Ita original poaltlon aro as
neat as tlio most skillful cinbroldory. Tliero
was tiio yellowish furrow, showing the pressure
of tho repo, extending throo-nuurtors nrnnnd
VIIU n,|W, VSICIIMIIIS Ml
tho nock. It showed that tlio knot had slipped
‘ at tho
.and uuoccountaldo dlaaj
of tho man with tho gun surprised
VI Vim ill.sit nun utu guu nui|tuv:u
and ho had thrown himself font
plungod Into tho clmpnaralsovor ‘
ho began to catch on to tho foot
not boforo him. AssoonosZekot . .
ho looked np to seo If tho hear was coming
down too, and then ho removed tho hod car
tridges and quickly Inserted two tnoro in bis
gun. He know tho bear would unoll film out
In half a minute Caleb's wicked snout up
end was at onee replaced by tile hear
legs. Caleb was coming down stem foremost
niter tho noxious person who had fired bullets at ■
lilm. As tho bear scrambled down Zeko aimed
Just nnder his shouldor and sent two handfuls
of buckshot carnorlng through his vitals In a
diagonal lino. Tlio wound was slinost Instant-■
ly fatal, and the boar camo down In a heap at
tho bottom of tlio holo, which was about ton or
twelvo feet deep.
Tho exoltement being over, fido realized
that lie hod been injured In the fall, mill that
War to rest and reflect, and to Induce reflection
he took out his pipe and lighted it. Tlio flam,
of tho match lighted up thu prospect holo, and
Zeko WM Interested on seeing a good-sized
rattlesnake lying dead under his feet,Its bet
the annku when ho fell Into tho holo, and thw ’
Slipping of his foot hud sprained his ankle. ,
Zeko hail a hard tiins climbing out of tfu.
prospect hols aud getting back to camp, but ho
got there, and senfsoinu men np to holat tho
Gear to tho surface. Tlio grizzly s weight waa
estimated to be POO pounds.
Zeke says he doesn't caro about the sprain.
oexo says no uuc.ii . caro suuui mo sprain,
becauso if Ms foot had not landod Just In that
spot ho would havo bad mnro company than ho
would have cared to entertained at the hollo nr
of a proapoct holo.
from tho left car around to tho buck
neck, lliu short Imlr and mustache were M
perfect as In life,"
KtSKP VriUlt TKHVKHH.
Horrible Kssmple for (llrls will. High
Tempers to Avoid.
From the City or Mcslco Two Republics.
One of the prettiest girls of Zacatecas, be-
longing to one of the best (kmillcs In the state, has
just been admitted to the Insane asylum in that
city, a hopeless maniac. Horn tho daughter of
wealthy parents, sn only child, she wsshwlnlged In
everything, grid lo consequence her nstiimlly sweet
dl»|osUlnn wu thoroughly spoiled, sndwhsnevsr
sn attempt was made to cross her wbh« ah# hsd
the most frlghttUi ontburts of temper, which always
ended in til around her yltldlug and alhnring her
tn carry her point. On the 1th of Kerch of the
present year she was married to a wealthy yoong
htclemlada whole extenelro place la located near
Zacatecas Tho wedding was a grand ailklr, and
the young couple started life together with the
brightest possible prospects. Boon slier marriage,
however, there a row slight disputes between hus
band tnd wife which ended, as hid been the case
alt through tho girl's life, In tbs girl's favor,the hue
bend, a high-spirited man, yielding Invariably be
fore her aw/bl Ms of violence. This finally, howev
er, became undumble to the young married man
and he determined lo break l.la wife’s frightful
temper and assort human bond, trusting that they
would live more happily together In the end.
Ho upon the next occasion when there arose a dif
ference of opinion on aoino trifling mailer, be re
mained Arm and utterly refused lo yield hts point.
HU wife stormed and flew Into a perfect stonn of
paralon, but he remained unmoved, and
Anally when the exhibition of temper
wts assuming a phase wbercthe young
woman commenced breaking the breakfast
dishes—they were nt their morning meal when the
trouble arose—In the imfiotcncy of her wrath, be
clutched her tightly by the arm and in a rough
tone [misled that she should quiet down. She garo
him one awful look; then with a wild shriek she
tore herself from hU grip, and moving sway a few
steps, fell to the ground homing at the mouth.
Hcdlcal ukl was at onco summoned, but for hour*
she lay unconscious, occasionally struggling vio
lently, and then relnpslng Into quietn—t again.
After a while she opened her eyes, took a long look
around the people gnthered (lout hor Uni. tnd with
a blood-cunning sl.riok sprang hum the bed, aud
before anyone amid prevent her, was out of the
bouse and racing madly over the fields. All present
gave en.se, and alter a long and exhausting run,
ths mid woman wu overtaken by her husband and
behl bit until aariaunee arrivad. The beri medical
aid procurable was obtained (be her, but her naano
remained In darknea, andilbe |.Ufiilcl»ns predict
then la no hope tx her nooitry.
WOULD LET TfIK KLAUS UO.
Oeraslonal Dissent Amid the Stonn of l’ra r
teele at the Order.
From lbs N. Y. Sun.
General William W. Averlll, the dashing
union cavalry general shook Ills head over tha
Invocation of General Fairchild that "God
might palsy the hand that wrote the order fur
the return of tho lmttle flags In Washing too
tint wero captured during tha lata war."
"That b not tho union that 1 had In mind
when I waa lighting against ths rebellion."
said he, "and that b not tha peace that th*
took up General Graut’a plots, ‘Let us
peace. I have But come from tlm
south, and was tlio guest of Geo*
era] Fitzhugh Lee, governor of Virginia,
I had accepted an invitation to attend tho
ceremonies at Staunton in memory of tiie
confederate dead there. As the first federal
officer to appear on such an occasion, I was
very heartily received. In ail that they did
the southern people seemed to mo to be moe|.
anxious that they should not bemlrundorstood
at the north. They wished to do ill honor to,
tlaefr heroic dead and cherish the memory of
their deeds. Bnt they did not wUh to have it
thought that these sentiments Interfered in
any way with their allegiance to tho nnlon
that they accepted when their armies laid
down tholr arm*. I first heard of tho order
about tlieae flags down there and talked wIU*
General Lee and Wado Hampton about it.
... .. _ __ wise. Those who
hiv*eigl7againstTt forget’that tho.fight waa not •
for a union of force, but a union of hearts. If
tlio restoration of tbcae flags to tlioso who car- -
ried them ao bravely will remove an/Irritating
recollections, let them go. Wo . do not need (
their attestation of our triumph. Tho prow
G rows and loving union oft ho states should'
a sufficient trophy.
. “A body of southern soldiers three years ago:
went to Buffalo and returned to tlio Fifty*
eighth Now York the battle flag captured
twenty years before, and a brotherhood be
tween the regiments was cemented. Captured
arms and emblem* have frequently thus been
restored, and these restorations are worthy of
the best manhood of either side. The order of
the president should bo upheld by tho truo
Koldiert of the north."
w General Bob Andenon, of Georgia, g mem-'
her of the board of vblton to tho West Point
academy, laid: "The stirring np of snch u |
excitement toons to mo to bo vcryunnecMon:.
and I don’t ton what they want of the old
flaga any way. Wo havo Joined bands after a
bard flglit between brave and consclcutioog
men. Tbe faireat way would bo to make •
mutual surrender of tbo flag* captured bg
both tides.” *
