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XHK SUMTER WATCHMAN, Established April, 1850. Coaso|dalI? \xi&~& 1881.1 .Be Just and Fear not--Let all the Ends thoa Aims't at. be thy Country's, thy God's and Truth's SUMTER, S. C., WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 4, 1891. THE TRUE SC?THKON, Established Jene, 136* New Series-Vol. XL No. 14. '?m " in Pub?si?d ovary Wodn?3?ay, BT ' N- a. OSTEEN, SUMTER, S. C. T K RMS: Two Dollars per annum-in advance. AD V 2STISKMBST8 . >ne Square, first in&ertioa...............00 ? S T?Ty s ubsequen I i s ser ti on. 50 Contracts for three months, or longer will be made at reduced rates. All commtmic?t?Gc s wbich subserve private nterests will becharged for as advertisements. Obituaries and tributes of respect will be ibareeci for. ?fi B8?0 STORE IN SUMTER. lei te, Ii len, Net Got W. H. QiLLJLANO & CO. agf Sumter, ?at i^ejIbav?.opeD?d SLOGS. ead other poods, such as are usually found io a Drug Store, including SEGARS AND TOBACCO, GAR? DEN SEEDS. ETC. Especial attention is invited to a fine line of embracing some . 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D. S. Office over Bogin's New Store, SNTKANCK ON MAIN ST&EST SUMTER, S. C. Office Hours.-9 to 1:30 ; 2:30 to 5. Sent 8_ Dr. T. W. BOOKHART, DENTAL SURGEON. OfSceover Bultman & Bro.'s Shoe Store. ENTRANCE ON MAIN STREET. SUMTER, S. C. Office Hours-9 to 1:30 ; 2:30 to 5. Auril 17-0 Bradycrotine Only a Headache Cure RID?L. By DAVID KEE. Copyright isnu by American Press Assw:ia tion.i . CHAPTER L SEEKING DEATH. "His giri's likeness saved htm when he metint to die.'' The first day of (rettysburg was over. Northerner and sontherner alike had fought their best, and the dead heaped along the slope of Cemetery hill showed that the contending hosts were worthy of each? other. .On the northern side every general engaged, save one, had Had his horse frilled nuder him. On the southern side General Rodes, riding np to rebuke an infauiryo/attalion which he saw. a? he thought, lying down to es? cape the Yankee fire, found that they were all corpses fallen in their ranks. All around the curving line of heights, I on which a vast crescent of bright spots marked the northern position, another fiery^uescent showed where Lee's men lay i encamped in readiness for the morrow's ! battle, and a reckless fellow of Sickles' 1 division posted to the left of Howard's position on Cemetery- hill, said with a laugh, as he pointed to the far extending lights: "The Johnnies air seein' a good few stars tonight, but 1 reckon we'll make em see some more tomorrowf 'U-uess they may make some of us see em. too. fore all's up." growled a veter? an. "Them rebs kin fight some, so they fcinr 'Dry np. Pete," cried a third man; 'you're a worse croaker than 'Never-die Joe' yonder. It's a mercy he's asleep, or we'd have him tellin' us who's to die to? morrow, and makin' us all feel bad." And, the speaker glanced at-a man who lay sleeping beside the fire, with itsfitfal glare playing'spectrally on his upturned face. Bronzed and weather worn as it was. that face was as delicate of outline as a woman's, and haunted all who saw it with a vague suggestion of one of the handsome, high bred, ill fated cavaliers of Charles L 'He allers sleeps like that jist fore a fight,**?aid one man in an awestricken whisper; "the only time he's happy is when he thinks he's g wine to die!" "Darn my skin if 1 know what to make of him." added a second-a huge, heavy, good natured giant from Illinois. 'He'd whip Old Nick himself at fightin -he whipped me once, as yon know, and taint every man kin do that; and be mont ha' been promoted a dozen times over if he'd liked. But no, not he! he allers says he wants nothin' bnt to die!'' "Well, it's rough on him if he can't find no kind Christian to obleege him in a leetle thing like that When Pm a-gwine to die I don't mind changin with him, or maybe the gineral nd hang him asacreat favor if he was to beg rraid'H 'He's a queer sort, that's a fact He looks like a gal and talks as soft as a child. bnt in uattle. by thunder, he's" 'Like the di vii wid a toothache!" broke in a deep Irish voice. 'Hello, ?like, are you there'. Say. boys, do you remember how Mike said t'other night that he didn't fear man or devil, and jist then an old cow poked its horns over the fence and went 'Moo-oo oo.r and down goes Mike on his knees and sings out. Forgive me. Misther Sa? tan, I did? t mane yoiif " 'Och, be aisy. ye vagabone!" retorted Mike O'Reilly. "Sure, when 1 hit yez from behind wid a hot pratie, didn't ye scrame out; "Lord have mercy on my sowl: fm shot!'" Amid the silence that followed the langh which ensued, the slumbering man by the fire, speaking in his sleep, was heard to say in cold and haughty tones: "Apparently your royal highness does not remember me." And thea, with a struggle and a vio? lent start, the sleeper awoke. 'Sure, is it the Prince ov Wales he's talkin' to? cried Mike, staring. '"Twas royal highness" be said anny how Who is he, thin, at all, at all?" But the mysterious Joe, without seem? ing even to hear him, rose and went straight up to the big Illinoisan and held out his hand. 'Dick," said he, with an unconscious dignity that impressed even the rude fel? low to whom he spoke, "we had a fair fight, and 1 bops yon bear ms no grudge for it. as I'm sure 1 bear yon none Shake hands, and let us be friends tonight, for tomorrow one of us two must die!" 'Yon didn't happen to hear ichich one. Joe?" faltered the giant, who evidently pot full faith in his comrade's strange prophecy, as indeed did ail the rest, judging by their looks of awe. 'No." said the other wearily, "but I know which 1 wish it may be." Somehow the talk and laughter flagged after that, and the group melted away in silence. It was five o'clock in the evening of the following day The July sun loomed dimly through a vast cloud of smoko, and the air shook with the deep. unslackening roar of two hundred southern guns, mingled with the ceaseless crash of the boughs torn by the pelting shot from the trees along the Yankee !me. The second of the three great Confederate assaults was at hand, and Sickles and his gallant few. in their advanced position, were about to bear the brunt of it Foremost among his comrades stood 'Never-die Joe..**-Calmund silent as ever, but with the light of a strange and ter? rible joy in his deep gray eyes. Only amid the storm of battle and the shadow of doom could that restless spirit-ever seeking death with an ardor the secret of which no man knew-hope to find peace, and such a storm was about to burst upon him now as even he had never witnessed yet Suddenly the cannonade ceases, and then the air rings with the ear piercing yell of the southern war cry. and the northern soldiers see dimly through the rolling smoke a huge dark gray wave, crested with a glittering spray bf bayo? nets, come surging up the slope straight toward their lines. And now the Federal artillery speaks out in its turn, and the shari? crackle of small arms mingles with the thunder of the camion. Men fall at every step in the ranks of the charging colnnin, and down goes Hood himself, struck by a bnllet; bnt the rosa of Longstreet's men comes on unchecked, and bursts into the foremost battery like a waterfall. And, after that, all is like the whirl of a troubled dream. A wild vision of fierce faces and tossing arms, half seen through billowy smoke-a furious clam? or of mingled cries-a hot, stifling reek of dust and gunpowder-a wild beast lodging to tear and kill, tingling to the very finger tips of every man in the melee. The guns are taken-the defenders are driven back-and then comes a des? perate rally, and the figure of "Never die Joe" is seen for a moment in the fore? front of the fight, whirling his clubbed rifle round his head like a flail, and striking right and left with the strength of a giant. Then the pail of smoke closes round him, and he is seen no more. The men in gray press on-the men in blue, stubbornly contesting every foot of* ground, are forced back step by step when all at once a deep voiced shout peals forth from the rear, and the dash? ing Hancock and his men come gp at a run to restore the fight There is'a flash of leaping flame through the smoke, like lightning playing in a cloud-a fierce, short spasm of hand-to-hand battle-a swaying to and fro of struggling masses of biuecoats and graycoats, like conflict? ing waves-and then the tide of assault wavers, rolls back and ebbs sullenly away. **.*.* "As sure as my name's Bill Slocum," said one of two men who were going over the battle field with lanterns a few j hours later, "well find him alive yet. ? Doi ye remember how, at Chancellors? ville, he was tho only man left out of a hull comp'ny? Seems to me. Mike, as Death's someways like a woman; when you run arter him he fights shy and slides off; but the minute you begin to look as if yon didn't care for his comp'ny, up he comes right away!" "It's ? that 'ud be glad to belave that same," growled O'Reilly, "but didn't 1 see him fall wid my own two eyes?' "What of it?" said Bill consolingly. 'I guess he was only wounded, anyhow. You mustn't call any man dead. Mick, till he's bin returned as ?itch on the ficial list o' killed and wounded." "Troth, it's aisy to talk," rejoined Mike ruefully, "but hasn't many a da cent bhoy thought himself only wounded whin he was dead all the timer Bill's broad laugh at this splendid .bull" was suddenly checked by the sight of Illinois Dick's mighty form lying lifeless, with upturned face, upon a heap of dead. "Joe's bin a true prophet, 1 reckon. He said cither he or poor old Dick was bound to die. Well, if Dick's dead, Joe must be alive, and I guess he ain't far off, neither, for it was jist somewheres round here as 1 seed him last. Hello! here's one reb livin' yet, anyway How do, Johnny? How d'ye feeir "Kind o' shaky, 1 reckon," said the southerner, with a faint laugh. "Thry a dhropo* this, me bhoy," cried Mike, offering his canteen; "it'll do yez more good than anny medicine, bad luck to that same dirty stuff 1 Troth, 'twas an illigant lick ye got," added he, eying admiringly a fearful gash on the fallen man's head-"party enough for ould Donnybrook, anny day!" "That's so," said the Confederate, i seemingly revived by his draught. "The last lick he giv' wnr the one I got, and 1 j don't want to order no more at the same store. 1 tell yerl He wur a tall Yank, I with a smooth face that looked like a putty gal, and fit like forty wildcats!" ?. "By thunder! that. must ha' bin Joe hisself!" cried Bill eagerly "?Say, John? ny, what becomed of him, annyway?" "Dead, I reckon-and lucky for us, too, else he'd ha' laid ont our hull bat? talion single handed. We hollered to him to surrender when he wur left all alone right in among us all; but it warn't a mite o' use. He jist clinched his teeth and kept hammerin' away with | his clubbed piece, same as if he wur thrashin corn, till at last Tom Wiley i ned to shoot him ji?t to be done with it/ "And here he is." cried Slocum, whose keen eye had been scanning the sur? rounding corpses while the man was speaking. "Hello! what's this? Great ? Scott! his hand's warm!" "Warm, is it? Hurrool" shouted O'Reilly, with a true Tipperary yelL .'He's alive, thin-divil a less! Hurroo!" "Steady, Mick." said his cooler com? rade; "we want to handle him carefully, you know, if he's badly hit. Hello! is the feller's skin bullet proof? Here's a ball in his clothes as flat as a buckwheat cake! Show a light. Mick." O'Reilly held up the lantern, and the marvel was at once explained. Hidden in the breast of the soldier's shirt was'a flat metal case, which had stopped the ball that would otherwise have reached his heart As Bill touched it it came open in his hand, disclosing the sunny hair and sweet, pure face of a beautiful American girl. "Think o' that, now!" muttered Bill Slocum with an unwonted softness in j his deep, hoarse tones. "His girl's like? ness saved him when he meant to die! Jist let me cotch any feller savin' there ain't no Crod arter that!" And Mike O'Reilly, with the instinct? ive chivalry of his wann hearted Irish nature., put the miniature gently back in its place and drew tue unconscious man's bullet torn clothing carefully over it, saying simply: ..'Twas' himself that thried to kape it hid, and he must uiver know that anny one saw it" CHAPTER n. AT THE LAST MOMI?NT. " / sec him!" cried Uic viscount. '* What a sa va Te that old man must be !" muttered an eminent New York doctor, issuing with a flushed face from a splen? did room in one of the largest up town hotels late on thc same night that wit n<^ed "Never-die Joe's" resurrection. 'Hisrelations, if he has any. ought to be glad to get rid of him-as they will pretty soon, for he can't live through the night If this is a fair sample of the British aristocracy, I shall be more than ever thankful that I'm an American." A ad well might he say so, for these words, uttered by a voice harsh and broken with pain, followed him through the doorway: "Yon doctors are quacks and impos? tors, every man of you! What did those wretched fouls know w\io sent me over here to die-, instead of regaining m health, as they said I should do? An as for you, have you any medicine tha can soothe this pain for a moment, or rt tard my death for a single hour? No you! BP off with you. then, and leav me to die unmolested!" Tlie hired nurse, dismissed in the sam polite fashion, had hurried ont oS th room likewise, glad to escape, and th doomed man"was left alone with his owi black and bitter thoughts. With what were those thoughts bus; as he lay there in his lonely wearines and pain beneath the deepening shadov of the grave? Did he look back for hal a century through the gloomy vista of ? I wasted life to see himself once more th I handsome, dashing, reckless young vis I count who had been the wildest an< I wickedest roue at the evil court o George IV? Did he live again througl the cruel disappointments and mad de baucheries that had doomed him to ; j premature age and a torturing death Did he stand once more by the deathbei of his only daughter, cut off in the firs bloom of her girlhood by a cruel disease or did he see in fancy the handsome, im perious face of his only son, banishec from his home forever for daring " t( thwart his tyrant father s plan of a "gooc match" for him by giving his heart tx the beautiful but penniless Americar orphan, who had bee^ his sick sister'.1 teacher, companion and only friend? And was this the ead cf it all? Whal did all his wealth and all his rank profil him now? Surrounded by useless luxu rles, which seemed only to mock hii misery* old, worn out, childless, hatee by all who knew him, he was dying bill death of a wounded wild beast in ita I den. All his life long he had been beni on having his own way, and this was whither his own way had led him. "How all my tenants will clap theil hands," he growled, "and shout that thc devil has got his own at last! And how the next heir, curse him! will chuckle over all the rich lands that the old bear has had to leave behind him! By Heaven, if I could blow up the castle and burn the whole estate, and leave him nothing to inherit but dust and ashes, I'd do it! Ah! if Arthur had not disobeyed me I should not be left to die like this, alone and uncared for! Per? haps 1 may have been to blame too, but it is too late to think of that now-too late!" "Never too late!" said a clear, sweet voice behind him; and in the doorway stood a young girl, looking down upon him with a deep, womanly pity in her beautiful face which made it seem love? lier than ever. This was the girl whom he had hated and cursed as the cause of his son's disobedience, but whom he had none the less kept in his household as having been the chosen friend of his dead daughter, the only being whom he had ever really loved. "Hal" muttered the viscount, "are you come to see me die like a dog? Well, if you want your revenge, you have it now, to the full." "I want none," she answered, gliding across the room as noiselessly as a sun? beam, and standing beside him. "Won't you let me try if I caa do anything to help you?" "What can you do?" asked the dying man with savage impatience "I am dying-I know it-and if there be a hereafter, as the priests tell us, I have less to hope for there than he* e. What ! does it matter? As I have sown, so must I reap. "Do not talk so wildly and despairing? ly," said Constance Leigh earnestly. "It is not too late yet to undo what you have done." At the last words the sick man's face changed, and he glanced up at her with a sharp, suspicious look. "Lord Doueraile," said she, with an air of quiet dignity which the fierce old noble himself had never surpassed in his proudest days, "1 know what you are going to say, and 1 must not let you say j it Now that yon have but a few hours I to live, it is time for me to speak plainly, j You thought that 1 loved your son only I because he was rich and great, and you wronged rae cruelly in thinking so. I love him better now that he is poor and nameless and forsaken than I ever did when he was heir to the finest estate in the south of Ireland: but if you will for? give him and restore him to his rights, I will pledge'yon my word-and you know I have never broken it-that I will never 308 him again." The viscount eyed her with a look of blank amazement "You will do that, you?" said he in an mcred nlou3 tone. "I will, so help me God!" replied Con? stance solemnly. "There is one person in the world, then, who is not utterly selfish," growled the old man, cynical to the very last. "Well, 1 believe you, and I'll give you a proof of it Look in the pocket of my dressing gown and you'll find a letter, which 1 had jnst received when this cursed attack came on. Yon can read it" Constance did so. Short as the letter was, it sufficed to make her face flush and her whole frame quiver with excite? ment, and hardly pausing to read the last wortl. she moved swiftly across the room, and taking the dying man's cold hand in both her own said pleadingly: "Yon will have him sought for. will you not, now that yon know where to search for him?" "Who knows if he is still alive? The men of our race know how to die when life has nothing left to offer them." said j the old noble with a kind of dreary ! pride. "He is alive-1 feel it," said the girl emphatically, "and he will be found. See how this news of him has come to you just in time, as if sent by God him? self. If yon know the very regiment in which he enlisted (and this officer seems quite sure of what he says) it will be easy to trace him." "But whom can I send to do it? It is not every one who could be tempted even by money to venture into the midst of a raffing war, and pass through a country that has bc^n turned into a desert, with the risk ol' being shot or hanged at every step. Who will undertake thc search?" "I will!" "You?" cried the viscount, "a young girl like you! Impossible!" "Why should I not?" said Constance simply. "Intime of war a woman can often pass where a man cannot, and no American woman has any harm to fear when she goes among American men, whether northern or southern." As she spoke IR V fair youngface light? ed up with a glow heroic daring that quite transfigured it for the moment, and made the sick ::i?.n's heavy eyes turn to lier with a look of wondering ad? miration. "You are indeed W'ri'.;y of him," said he. seeming to catch a spark of her enthusiasm: "and if thanks or ble^ings ! j are worth anytiung from me yon have ? them boil: But if you take up this j j search, how do you mean toset aboutit?" I "I in; e had plenty of practice in j nurs. . rus voa know: and just now i nurses with any experience are verv t inticli wanted everywhere. I shall make my way south, and volunteer to help in the hospitals; and 1 have no fear but what I shall be .-iccepted." The old man seemed to med?talo for a few moments, and then he drew a long breath, as if bracing himself for some final effort, and said more firmly: "Yes, that will doubtless be the best plan; but, in any case, you must not go alone. Take my man Dawson with you; he's a sharp fellow, with plenty of cour? age; ho may be useful to yon in case of need. Now, hand me that cordial on the table; I must keep up my strength, for 1 have much to do yet, and little enough time left to do it in." The peasants of Munster were wont to say that the "bad Forteseues," as they expressively called the wild race to which the viscount belonged, had "al? ways the most life in thim jist whin they wor goin' to die;" and this saying was as true of the last Lord Doneraile as of his terrible forefathers. Propped up with pillows, he wrote rapidly foi nearly half an hour without once paus? ing to rest, while the sick room was a scene of inoessant though perfectly noise? less bustle-people coming and going, servant? gliding off on errands or re? turning from them, and Constance Leigh heijelf standing ready to give to the in? valid the various things for which he asked from time to time. At length all seemed to be done, and the old man, sinking back exhausted on his pillow, said faintly: "I have done as you asked me, Con? stance; are you satisfied?" The girl's only answer was to bend over him and kiss his forehead; but that simple, childlike caress said more than any words. Then followed a long silence, broken at length by the now low and feeble voice of the dying man: "You look tired, my poor child; will you not go and rest?" . "1 won't leave you," she answered simply; and another long pause ensued, in the dead hush of which was heard the ghostly tick of the clock, marking o?' the last moments of that wasted life. In the subdued light the strongly marked face that lay powerlessly back on the pillow began to assume a weird likeness to the fleshless outline of a skull, and Constance Leigh, though as brave as any soldier who had fought that day at Get? tysburg, felt herself shrinking instinct? ively from what seemed like the visible presence of death. At last the sick man spoke again, in a voice which was now barely above a whisper: "Will you pray for me, Constance? 1 cannot, for it would be like a coward to cry for mercy, now that 1 am helpless, after having laughed at such things all my life when 1 was strong and full of health, but if there is a God, he will surely hear such prayers as yours." And Constance did pray for him with all her heart and soul. She forgot the countless insults hurled at her by this man's bitter tongue-his mean suspi? cions of her, the cruel wrong that she and her lover had suffered at his hands, and remembered only that he was dying, and that he had no one to care for him or to love him. Another draught of the cordial re? vived the failing man once more, and he spoke with all his wonted firmness: "When you find him-for find him you will-tell him I forgive him, and ask him to forgive me; and when you arc happy together" He broke off suddenly, and the girl, looking at him, saw that he had lifted ids head and seemed to be gazing in trmtly, not at her, but at something be? hind her. Then she remembered that tiie "bad Fortescues" were cre?ited with the gift of second sight, and though she put no faith in the weird superstition, it awed her in spite of herself. "I see him." cried the viscount: "he is alone among them all. but they cannot kill him-he lives still! The first peril is past, but rhe second is still to come. It comes! He has escaped it; but the third peril-the third!" And with that bitter cry on his lips the "wild Lord Doneraile" sank back and died. CHAPTER UL GENERAL SHERMAN. / A >* wm MM! M? Ml Im mW " ? s* Tixc news (hat thc general gave her vcax lar trom rentsniring. "Gness Hill Shermans a daisy, so he is! imee hundred miles o' marcbin' through a country whar there's no roads, and whar the hull place has bin eaten ns bare as a apple orchard when there's boys a.round, ain't as easy as eatin' a bis? cuit, that's a fact!" "You bot it ain't-'specially when it's raining like old Harry all the time!" "And when them rebs air buzzin around with their cavalry, jist like a swarm o"skeeters! D'ye remember, boys, what a time they gave ns 'way down by Tuscumby 'fore we cud drive em off?" "That's so. When the old man got Grant's order to march some fellers said "twas cl'ar impossible, but I reckon Uncle Billy can't find that word in kia dictionary, nohow! Bully for Sherman!" "Steady, Sam-here comes one o'them hospital ladies. Off withyer caps, boys!" The "hospital lady" whom these brave fellows saluted with such chivalrous re? spect was no ot her than Constance Leigh herself, still searching for her lost lover, and searching in vain. Since that memorable July night she had passed through many a fearful scene of suffering and death, and had heard from many of her patients strange tales of the man that she sought, whose reek less daring ami romantic mystery had mado his name familiar to many who had never seen his face. But war and j disease had wrought such havoc among ! the soldiers of Gettysburg that not till I that very morning had she met one of tiie actual con: n?les of the man whom they knew only as Joe Joliffe, or "Never die Joe." Toiling in Chattanooga amid a hos^of sick and wounded-the wrecks of the fatal field of Chickamauga-she had re? marked one face in that ghastly throng which, wan and wasted though it was, had a look of bright, boyish d:v" ry very strange to see amid such a carnival j of horrors. It was honest Mike O'Reilly, ! with a ball through his leg and a fearful 1 saber gash in Iiis shoulder, but still r taining his light hearted Irish jollity i wholly unimpaired by pain and wea ness that the amazed surgeon deolan 'chat he had "kept death at bay by lang lng him out cf countenance," "Faith, it's myself that's in luck to 1 under shelther," said he cheerily, in rep to her condolences, "for it's the worst i all weather we've been bavin' her glory be to Godl Iv its all like this I a dale rather have no weather at ail! 1 daydawn it's as cowld as a landlord heart, and ye on wid yer coat for tl bare life. Thin out comes the sun ar melts ye all away, and makes yer cloth cling to yez till ye fale like a pound 'outlier rowled up in an onld newspape and ye o?r wid the coal agin, and roi it np, and on ye thramp. Thin, ba vi got yez beyant yer izrtrenchments, so 1 spake, down comes the rain on yo lil the di vii, and wets ye thru and thru \ the bone; and whin ye do git to shelth* the sun takes a mane advantage of yi absence to come out agin." "You're a bit of a philosopher, 1 se Mr. O'Reilly," said Constance, smili:: in spite of herself at the soldier's quail humor. "Och, my lady, call me 'Mike,' av 3 plaze, and don't Ix-? afther savin' 'Misti:? O'Reilly.' Sure, it sounds as iv 1 wor gintleman, which i'm not, thank Go< and uiver will be!" "Why. what a terrible radical yr must be. Mike." said the young lad; smiling again. "Troth, iv ye'd had a3 much to do wi gentlemen as Ci have, it's yer own swai self 'nd be a radical too. The own] gintleman I iver knowed that was goc for annything was my ould comrade, *J< J oliffe, that we called 'Niver-die Joe.' "Do you know him, then?" she askei trembling with excitement "Know him, is it? Faith, didn't h give me his own blanket on a murdherii cowld night, that froze the very thoughi in my head? and didn't him an' me figl shouldher to shouldher many a da) whin 3'e cudn't open yer mouth to brafb without dhrawin* in half a dozen bullet' My rear rank man. Bill Slocum, thrie to make me belave that the dacent bo I was only one o' thim rnnaway king from i?urope; but I knowed he was to good to belong to any sitch bla'guard; I'll go bail lie's 'come o' dacent papie like St. Pathrick in the ouid song, an< civer had a bing in his family at all. a aiir "Arni whero is he now?* asked Con stance eagerly. But that was more than Mike coul< say. He oniy lmew that* Joe had beei detached on special duty as a scout, hav ing shown a wonderful aptitude for tba kind of work, and where he was now n< one could say. He might be in the camp or he might be a hundred miles away. Having learned, however, that Joiifft was Tjow acting as a scout, and weil j knowu m that character, Miss Leigh hac now something definite to go upon, aii( after a persistent inquiry-in which sh< was zealously aided by the surgeons an/ various ofacers, who interested them salves warmly in her quest-a man wa found who had seen Joe Joiiffo makin? for Sherman's camp on the south side o: Chattanooga upon the previous day Constance at once started in the sami direction, accompanied as usual by tba' model servant, Mr. Dawson, who hac followed her as closely as her shadow ever since her departure from New York "His late lordship's borders to me miss." said he with a prim bow, "was tc attend you wherever yon went, and ac? cordingly it's my dootyto do so." General Sherman had just come up bj a forced march from Bridgeport alona the north bank of the Tennessee to Chat? tanooga, after a fifty days* struggle through mud and rain from Vicksburg via Memphis and Tns?amhia. Sent foi in liaste to assist in Grant's projected at? tack upon Bragg's strong lines on Look? out mountain, he had been intrusted with the duty of storming the heights o? Missionary L?dge, at the foot of- which his men were now encamped. At such a time the great commander, with his usual untiring energy and won? derful activity, was "everywhere at -wee," and it was no eas y matter to know j where to find him: but a young officer to whom Constance address 1 herself was able to tell her that the ; rai had spent ?he whole night in visiting the outposts, and would probably be met with on that side of the camp which faced toward Missionary Ridge Under his escort Constance made lier way thither, and went to and fro for some time without seeing or hearing any? thing of the g?nerai, when a rough fel? low belonging to a picket that had just been relieved pointed to a solitiry figure lying asleep on the ground under a tree wrapped in a long cavalry cloak, and said with a coarse laugh: "See, boys, that's the way we're man? aged-commanded by drunken ofUcers!" The rough jest seemed to act like an electric shock upon the sleeper, who awoke at once, rose from the ground to the full height of his towering stature, aud throwing back his cloak said quietly: "I'm not drunk, my friend, only a lit? tle sleepy after a week's watching." The startled jester drew back as if he had trodden on a snake, and slunk or!, muttering in a tone of dismay: "Je-rewsalem! It's Uncle Billy him? self!" (A fact.) Constance Leigh herself was equally amazed, for she had seen too many like? nesses of that grand, ragged face, with its massive forehead, iron jaw and deep, earnest eye. not to recognize at a glance the man who was already famous throughout the whole world, though his greatest exploits were still to come William Tecumseh Sherman. Cut there was a kindly look in those keen eyes that had looked death in the face so often which at once dissipated lu*r mo? mentary shyness of the givar leader, and a few minutes Inter they were walking off side by side, the girl speaking ear? nestly and Sherman listening. The news that the general had to give her, however, was far from reassuring. A dec isive battle being now just at hand, it was naturally of the utmost impor? tance for Sherman to ascertain the exact position and approximate strength of the force holding the heights which he was about to storm Two of Grant's best scouts had accordingly been placed at hisdfsposal, and oneof these was "Xevcr die Joe" himself, who had started on his perilous.mission that very morning, an hour before dawn! j Brave as Constance Leigh had always ! shown herself, she well nigh eave way j now. She knew how hard it was for the most practiced scout to deceive tile lynx eyed vigilance of ttie Conf?d?rales, and she knew. also, only too well the doom j that awaited her lover 1! detected. Shot ? as a spy-was this to bc the end of the ' last descendant of the Port; senes? Was 1 this the "third [jeri!" which his dyiu. ; father had seen in tile vision that haunt- j ed his last moments? But a harder trial than even tins was ' m store for lier Toward afternoon the'I second of the two scouts (an escaped j Georgia uegroVcauie bach lo the camp, ?ringing with lura ali the irifon??tioa which the general required; but lie brought also the news that his comrade. Joe Joli fie, had been detected and capt? ured by the Confederates, and was doomed to death as a spy! [TO BE CONTINUED ] From the Wagon to the Pul? pit. Before Sara Jones went tc preaching he ran a public dray in Carterville, his naive town. He was a familiar figure around the depot, and he at that time hauled r?]! the drummers*" trunks from the depot to the hotel. Many veteran drummers yet remember Sam asa dray? man. His ou?St was a smail, rickety, rattling, ramsbackiing wagoo an! ai old sorrel horse, that was old and expe? rienced enough to have come down frota the revolutionary war. Thia horse was a character in bis way, and some people S3j he was the cause of Sam's reformation. He was as humble a horse as one would wish to see. He submitted to all Sam's cuff- and rebuffs without any protest other than mildly backing his Sea bitten ears. He bai an air of eoe who was always deeply en? gaged in thought aud looked upon the frivolities of this life with supreme dis? dain And then Sam's horse was ex? tremely umociabie in his temperament. He never cared to make any new ac? quaintances and seemed desirous of treading the wine press cf sorrow alone. For many days ne went <>n in the same quiet way, drawing Sam's rickety old dray with the sublimest fortitude. It was never necessary for Sam tc tie him when he left him, for he had such in? surmountable constitutional objections to locomotion there was little danger of bim taking his departure. So Sam thought, and so it went for many, many days. But things do not always remain the same, alas ! One day Sam's horse was seen, lo the most extreme surprise af ths Cartcrs villians, tearing down Malu street, fol? lowed by the dray, which was rolling about from ore side to the other. Down the street ho went like mad, and seemed wonderful to those ?who knew him intimately that he could acquire such speed. Sam, who bad left him for some purpose, stood watching his mad career eagerly. "He's decided to emigrate,'* Sam re? marked, as the horse continued his wild flight. Presently the horse swerved to the right and the wagon struck against a tree with a crash and came to a stand? still. The spectators all went down to sur? vey the wreck, it was a complete one, indeed. Sam stood and looked at it si? lently for some moments II deep reflec? tion. There was a pathos in his voice when he fioally turned around and said : "I guess I'll have to find some other way to make a living." In a few weeks Sam left Carterville and went down near Columbus. "The next I heard or saw of Sam," said the gentleman who told me the story, "he came back to Carterville and preached a sermon. I went out to hear him, and I never saw such a com? plete change in a man."-Atlanta Con? stitution. Mysterious Suicide of the Cashier of the Bank at Bennettsville. BEXNSTTSVILLE, S. C , Oct. 29. Mr James Ii. Barnes, cashier cf the Bank of Marlboro, committed suicide this morning at 4 o'clock, shooting him? self in the mouth with a 38-calibre pis? tol. There was no crookedness iu his accounts. The physicians say the cause of the deed was mental depression. 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