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My Lady of the North ?JfrLOVB STORY \f A OKAY JACKET By Randall Parriih M ??West wnsattss* Was KJsg" ILLUSTRATIONS BY ARTHUH B. WILLIAMSON CHAPTER XXXVIII. My Lady of ths North. T wsfksd ths nsit mils thought fully, pondering over thoss vsgus hopes snd plans with which Cston'? optimism had inspired ms. Suddenly there sounded behind roe the thud of hoofs, while I hesrd s merry pesJ of laughter, accompanied by gsy ex ehaago of words. I drew aside, lead? ing my horse into a small thicket be? side the road to permit the eavsJcads to pass It was s group of perhaps a toten?three or four Federal oUcere, the remainder Isdles, whose bright drsssos and smiling fsres made a most winsome sight. They glanced curiously aside st sie ss they galloped past. But none paused, and I merely glanced at them with vague Interest, my thoughts elsewhere. Suddenly a horse seined to draw back from out of the tenter of the fast disappearing ?nrty. I had lad my limping horse out into tho rvnd once more to resume my journey, paying scarcely the slightest attention to what was taking placs, for my head was again throbbing to the hot pulse of the sun. The party of at rangers rede slowly away into tho enveloping dust cloud, and I had forgotten them, when a low, sweet voice apoke close beside me: 'Tap tain Wayne, ! know you cannot have forgotten mo.' She) was leaning down from ths saddle, and an 1 glsnced esgerly up Into her dear eyes they were swim? ming with tears "Forgotten' Never for one mo? ment." 1 exclaimed; 'yet I failed to perceive your presence until you spoke." "Tou appeared deeply burled In thou*ht aa we rode by. but I could not leave yon without a wo*d wban I knew you n. -ft feel so bad Oh. but yon. Cnpu'irN Vsyne, you have yotjtl -Hey, liters, You Gray-Back!" He Shouted. and love to lnaplre you?for your mother yet lives Truly It makes my heart throb to think of the upbuilding which await* you men of the South, it Is through such as you?soldiers trained by stern duty?that these desolate?! states are destined to rise above the ashes of wsr into a great-1 nets never before equaled. I feel that now, lr* this supreme hour of asc? ribes, the men snd women of the South sr? to exhibit before the world a coursgo grester then that of the battlefield, it is to be the marvel of the nation, and the thought and prldo of it should make you strong." Tt may Indeed be so; I can but be? lieve It. as tbs prophecy comes from your lips. I might sven find courses to do my part In this rsdemptlon were you ever st hsnd to Inspire " She isughed gently. "I am not a Virginian. Captsln Wsyne, but a moat loyal daughter of the North; yet If 1 so Inspire you by my mere worda. surely It la not so far to my home but you might Journey there to listen to my further worda of wisdom." "I have not forgotten the permis? sion already granted me, and it Is a temptation not eaet'/ cast aside. Tou return North eoor 7" "Within a tJtsjL" I hsrdiy knew whst prompted me to voles my neit question -Fate, per? haps, weary of being ao long mocked ?for I felt small Interest In her prob? able answsr. **Do you sxpect your huabsnd's re? lease from duty by thst time*" She gave a quick aiart of aurprise, drawing In her breath aa though sud? denly choked. Then the rich color overspread her face. "My husband?" she ejaculated In voice barely audi? ble, my husband? Surely you can? not mesn Major Hrsnusn?" "But I certslnty do," I said, won dsrlng whst might be wrong. "Whom else could I mean?" "And yoc thought that.'" sbe asked Incredulously "Why. how could you?" Mew should I rave thought ether wise?" I exclaimed, my eyeR eagerly searching her downcast face. "Why, Caton told me it was so the night I "as before Sheridan; he confirmed It again in conversation lese than an hour ago. Colgate, my Lieutenant, who met you in a Baltimore hospital, referred to him the same way. If I have been deceived through all these months, surely everything and every? body conspired to that end?you bore the same name; you told me plainly yon were married; you woro a wed? ding-ring; you resided while r.t camp in his quarters; you called each oth? er Frank and Edith. From Arft to last not one word has been spoken by any one to cause me to doubt that you were his wife." "I recall starting to explain all this to you once," she said, striving vsinly to appear at ease. "It was when we were Interrupted by the sudden com? ing upon us of Mr. and Mrs. Bungay. Yet I supposed you knew, that you would have learned the facts from others. The last time we were to? gether I told you I did not wholly un? derstand you. It le no wonder, when you thought that of me." | "I am going to tell you my story.1 Captain Wayne. It Is not a pleasant j task under these circumstances, yet one I owe you as well as myself. This may prove our last meeting, and we must not part under the shadow of a mistake, however Innocently it may have originated. I am the ouly child of Edwin Adams, a manufacturer, of Stonlngton, Connecticut. My father was also for several terms a member of Congress from that State. As the death of my mother occurred when I wss but five years old, alF my fathers love waa lavished upon me. and 1 grew up surrounded by every advan? tage which abundant means and high social position could supply. During all those earlier years my playmate and most intimate companion was Charles Brennan. a younger brother of the Major, and the son of Judge David Brennan of the State Supreme Court As we grew older hie friendship for me ripened Into love, a feeling which I found It impossible to return. I liked him greatly, valued him most highly, continued hie constant companion, yet experienced no desire for closer relationship. My position was ren? dered the more difficult as it had long been the dream of the heads of both houses that our two families, with their contingent estates, should be thug united, and constant, urging tried my decision severely. Nor would Charles Brennan give up hope. When he was twenty and I barely seventeen a most serloue accident occurred?a runaway?in which Charlee heroically preserved my life, but himself re? ceived lnjuriee, from which death in a short time waa inevitable. Iu those last lingering days of suffering, but one hope, one ambition, seemed to possess his mind?the desire to make me his wife, and leave me the fortune which was his through the will of hli mother. I csnnot explain to you, Cap? tain Wayne, the struggle I passed through, seeking to do what was right and best; but finally, moved by my sympathy, eager to soothe his final hours of suffering, and urged by my father, I consented to gratify his wish, and wc were united in marriage while he was on bis deathbed. Two days later he passed away." She paused, her voice faltering, her eyes moist with unshed tears. Scarce knowing it, my hand sought hers, where It rosted against the saddle. "His brother," she paused slowly, "now Major Brennan, but at that time a prosperous banker in Hartford, a man nearly double the age of Charles, was named as administrator of the eetate, to retain Its management up til I should attain the age of twenty-one. Lese than a year later my father alec died. The final settlement of his es? tate was likewise entrusted to Frsnk Brennan, and hs watt made my guard? ian. Quite naturally I became a resi? dent of the Brennan household, upon the same standing as a daughter, be-. lng legally a ward of my husband's brother Major Hrennan's age, and I hie thoughtful kindness to me, won ray respect, and I gradually came to look upon him alr\ost as an elder brother, turning to him in every time of trouble for encouragement and help. It was the necessity of our business relation which first com? pelled me to come South and Join Major Brennan In camp; as he was unable to obtain leave of absence, i was obliged to make the trip. N ;t until that time, Captain Wayne?in? deed, not until after our experience at Mountain View?did I fully realise that Major Brennan looked upon me otherwise than as a guardian upon hie ward. The awakening period pained me greatly, especially ae I was obliged to disappoint hi to deeply; yet I seek to retain his friendship, for my memory of bis long kindness must ever abide. I am sure you will under? stand, and not consider me unwoman? ly in thus maktng you a confidant." "1 can never be sufficiently grate? ful that you have thua trusted me," I said with an earnestness that caused her to lower her questioning e~es. "It has been a strange misunderstanding between us, Mrs. Brennan, but your words have brought a new hope to one disheartened Confederate soldier. I must be content with hope, yet I am rich compared with thousands of oth? ers; infinitely rich In comparison with what I dreamed myself an hour ago." I held out my hand "There will come a day when I ahall answer your In? vitation to the North." "You are on your way home?" "Yes; to take a fresh nold upon life, trusting that sometime in the early future I may feel worthy to come to you." "Worthy?" she echoed the word, a touch of scorn in her voice, her eyee dark with feeling "Worthy? Captain Wayne, I sometimes think you the fcuoal uusalttsb wan i evef age"* Must the sacrifices, then, always be made by you? Can you not conceive It possible that I also might like to yield up something? Is It possible you deem me a woman to whom money is a god?" "No," I said, my heart bounding to the scarce hidden meaning of her im? petuous words, "nor hare the sacri? fices always been mine; you were once my prisoner." She bent down, her very soul in her eyes, and rested one white hand upon, my shoulder. For an in dant we read each other's heart in silence, then shyly she said, "I am s ill your prisoner.** THE END. FARMERS' UNION NEWS Practical Tlioughts for PmcUoal Farmers. (Conducted by K. W. Dab be. Pres? ident si. C. Farmers Union.) Some Hundon Thoughts. I I am giving this spans thlH week to the editorial in this week's Progres? sive Farmer in which Mr. Poe tells "Why we believe in the Farmers* Colon." Head it brother farmer and, if yog answer any of the reasons he gives in the negative please do so over your signature so that we may see how to overcome your objection. If you agree with Brother Poe take immediate steps to organize with your neighbors. Brother Green is not the only spokesman for the Union who has argued that "we must begin at home if we would make of the Union a live, virile force for good, see By the way: The Progressive Farmer is treating in no uncertain way some of the fundamental truths of rural progress and all citizens who are working for the common good would do well to keep up with the discussions that aro being led by Clarence Poe who is recognized as one of the (leanest thinkers now In public life. E. 1V. 1). . . ? "Why We Bsiftove In the Farmers' Union. The Progressive Farmer ought not to have anything to do With the Farmers' Union, said a prudent, far seeing business friend to me some? time ago. "The Union will get mix? ed up with politics or will go after some impracticable schemes or will die out like the Alliance and the Orange and the Cotton Association, and hurt the men and the papers that are Identified with it." For once I confess I felt a little vexed with my friend; and my answer ran something like this: "I don't know whether it is prudent fin^ncially or not. I doubt very much whether It is. I know that many idg adver? tisers do n??t want to patronise a pa? per which 1h giving red-hot support to the Farmers' Union. I know that many other farm papers simply have some tine words to say about the Union and let it go at that 1 know, too, that the farmers are not used to working together. I know that they are likely to be misled at times. I know they may sometimes have their! prejudices aroused and turn down tneir truest friends at the behest of some demago* ie. I know, too, that! being untried in business, they may want to go off into some big, allur? ing, high-sounding scheme that will not work, insteud of devoting them? selves to neighborhood cooperative enterprises and building up from them. "1 know all this," l continued, 'and I know if the aims of the Progres-1 yive Farmer were simply to mak< money for its owners, we might well let the Farmers' Union go; or simply say that it is a good thing, and all farmers ought to join, etc. But 1 cannot be content, witli any such at? titude. The Progressive Farmer is fighting ami 1 am fighting not merely for better farmers and better farm? ing methods In the South, but for a new rural civilization. It I* not en? ough to help our farmers make more money; they must be helped to a new economic and social life. And to ac? complish this result there must be organization. The farmers mual meel and work together. 1 don't doubt bill that they will make many mis? takes. We all do. But as 1 see it. it is the duty ol every tanner and ev? ery man who is patriotic, eligible, who loves the south and her farmer folks to join tin* Union and help keep it from making mistakes instead ol standing aside, predicting disaster ami waiting for u chance to Bay "i told you so!" i ntu glad to my, therefore, thai I wrote what was. l believe, the ftrsl Farmers' Union ar tide written In this State, Joined th< i,i t local organlxed mar me, anil hat p been in it e\er since " The Spirit In Which We Arc Working. Thai is tin- spirit, if I Know nyself, in which I am working and In Which the Progressive Farmer i>? working I dislike to engage In personal allus ions, but l t mi on)) make in) mean Ing clear by saying that my whole at? titude is due to my own experience. I reo Heed as a boy all the privations tod nardships which the farmers in the South have anywhere to endure. I have worked many a day to make cotton which sold for six cents a pound?for less than the cost of pro? duction; and the most poignant bit? terness of my life, apart from be? reavements, was when I heard the threat of a mortgage foreclosure for our little farm home. If 1 know my own heart, I have no higher am 1 bltion than to be ot? service to other Southern farm boys such as I was, to other struggling Southern farmers such as my father was, and to other Southern farm women such as my mother was. And I am lighting for I the Farmers' Union because I be? lieve it is one of the best of all agencies for helping them?because it means self-help. What we ought to aim at all over j the South is the development of a| great rural civilization such as Sir Horace Plunkett has wrought out in Ireland and stich as others have, wrought out in Denmark. I should j rather be the Sir Horace Plunkett of the South?or hold up the hands of I (dher Southern Sir Horace Plunketts | abler than I?I should rather do this J than to have any other distinction j that could come to me. , Why the Farmers' Union is Our Hope. I come, then, to say that I see no I way to work out such a great rural civilisation In the South, no way to have such a development of rural education and rural co-operation, ex? cept through the organization of the farmers; and I see no hope of gen? eral organization of the farmers In this generation except through t'.io Farmers' Union. "How shall they hear without a preacher?" There l are ten thousand cooperative enter i prises that should be established, but the first thing to do is to get the peo? ple together to discuss their advan? tages; even if we can get the people to meeting regularly together in ev? ery school district in the South to j discuss co-operation and how to co | operate, the cooperation itself vvill I surely follow?Co-operation that ! would take a generation longer to get if we were without such a mis? sionary organization as the Union to start with. And we are fortunate in that the Union has learned the lesson taught by the experience of other farmers' organizations. It has learned tire great folly of depending upon poli? tical or governmental help instead of self-help as the way out. it is true that there are many political abuses that need correcting. But it is so im? portant for us in the South to learn j our new lesson?the big, paramount leason of Neighborhod Business Co? operation?that we perhaps ought not to say a word about politics for years to come, except to throw our influence for better and longer schools and other measures affecting education and co-operation. "F/ducution and Co-operation"?The Magic Formulu. Education and Co-operation?these are our two great needs! This must be our motto and our shibboleth. The longer 1 live the more 1 honor the memory of old Newt Graham am' those other plain, simple farmei ? who formed the first Farmers' Edu? cational and Co-operative Union away out on the Texas plains and wrote its Declaration of Purpose! At times it would seem as if they acted by di? rect inspiration. The l-'armors' "Edu? cational and Co-operative" Union, they called it?called such to forever emphasize the idea that Edueutional and Co-operation, these two things and these two only, should be the su? preme aim of the organization. And at every local Union meeting and at every county Union meeting, it seems to me, the one big pre-eminent ques-I tion should be, "What can we do in the line of Education and Co-opera? tion ? For this is what we are here for?for Education ami Co-operation and nothing else." "The greatest result of agriculture co*operation In Ireland," as sir Hor? ace Plunkett said to me last year, "is not the profits we have made, but the fact that we have made business men of farmers." They have worked out a new civilization?have learned to believe in themselves and in their neighbors, have learned to do team work, have gotten the power and pro? fits of united effort; and their co? operation in business is making them capable of doing anything and meet? ing any situation that may arise. r"o?operatton Must Begin at Home. And the great secret is that co? operation has begun at home?as it must always begin at home to be permanently successful. The place to begin co-operation Is with your next door neighbor. Bro. J. U. Rivers told me the other day of two neigh? bors near him who bad a horse apiece ami had been making twenty bushels of corn per acre with hard' work and one-horse tools Last year thev joined together, bought a !isk I plow and disk harrow, and plowed and harrowed and cultivated as net er before, and made forty bushels ol com |?ej- acre. That's a simple ol the stiit of cu operation millions ol Tobacco Market Proposed. Meeting Called by Chamber of Commerce to Organize Tobacco Warehouse Company The diversification of the cropa of thi? county is the most important agricultural improvement before our people. Tobaeeo is an Important and! profitable crop, and one that ha* not received the proper attention by rea? son of hte fact that there have been no facilities for marketing the crop. in order to fill this long-felt neces? sity a meeting of the business men of the city of Bumter and the farm? ers of the county is hereby called to meet at the court house In Sumter. 8. C, on Saturday morning, Augus' 23, IIIS, at 12 ??( lock, noon, for the p uprose of providing ways and means to build a tobacco warehouse in the city of Bumter at oncn, and for a gen? eral discussion of how the same should be conducted. You are earnestly requested to he present and to induce as many of your neighbors to attend as possible as we are unable to rea< h them all by mail. Yours truly. Davis D. Moise, President, Sumter Chamber of Commerce. Bumter, s. c, Aug. 18, 1913. Southern farmers need to do. We are also printing in this issue a letter from Hro. J. C. Carpenter, of Broadway local Union, which is a superb illustration of what a thous? and local Unions and a thousand lit? tle country neighborhoods all over the South ought to be doing. There are teh thousand opportuni? ties for agricultural co-operation? cotton warehouses, cottonseed oil mills, creameries, egg and poultry societies, a co-operative exchange in each town for selling farm products, breeding associations, insurance asso? ciations, building and loan associa? tions, telephone lines, etc.?but the big fact to remember about all of them, as Bro. J. Z. Green is always saying, is that we must begin at homo and build up. The time may come when we can 'control the South's cot? ton crop" and all that sort of thing? that is what we may well hope for? but it will not come until twice ten thousand local Unions have made successes of neighborhood co-opera? tive enterprises. It's with a farmers' organization as it is with a military organization. How did General Lee build up the magnificent Army of Northern Vir? ginia, whose immortal valor at Get? tysburg a half century ago we have Just been celebrating? Did he simply take 10,000 men and say, "Weil go and beat the enemy?' No. The first thing that happened was to drill company by company, company Ity company, all over the South?train the men in little groups, to keep step and march together and work to? gether and fight together day after day, week after week, and month af-1 ter month,?until all the scores and hundreds of trained companies join? ed together and made the mighty phalanx whose fame is now a Na? tion's heritage. The big far-ofT tasks that we want our Southern farmers to do?the control of the cotton crop and all that?may well inspire us; but the first thing to do is to drill and train and fit ourselves by ten thous? and neighboring enterprises. We must crawl before wo walk. In the old Bluebaek we must struggle slowly with our A. B. C's and pass "baker' and "shady" before we learn to spell "incomprehensibility." Where the Progressive Farmer Stands. It is In this sipirit, brother Union members of the South, that the Pro? gressive Farmer has fought and is figthing for the Farmers' Union. We appreciate the fact that the ^outh Carolina Union and the North Ca -o lina Union official!?in both eases, absolutely without request <>r solicits ? tion on our part?have nam?d The Progressive Farmer as their State organ. So long as the members wish it as their organ, they may be sure it will be true to their trust, with no axe to grind, no enemies to punish, and no private interests to serve. It O'ill work at all times for the great fundamental principles of the Union ?"to assist members in buying and selling, to educate the farming class? es in scientitic farming, to teach the classification of crops, domestic econ? omy, and the process of marketing," etc. It will not go into politics, but on the contrary will warn them against any effort to lead the organ? ization into politics. In fact, if the Union should be misled into partisan politics at any time, The Progressive Farmer would simply have to quietly withdraw as organ of the order. The Progressive Farmer will not be the servant of any faction or of any clique, in or out of the Union. We shall deal as fairly by any who may disagree with us as by those who agree with us; and shall abstain from all bitterness, Plotting or back-bit? ing, because we believe the great need of the organization is harmony, to drop and forget all the little nar? row prejudices that divide us, and get together for building up a great system of rural neighborhood co-oper? ation, a great rural civilization, throughout the South. This is where we stand. We do not expect always to be right, nor do we expect not to be misunderstood at t'mes. But we have enlisted for a lifetime In this fight for a better civilization, for better farming condi? tions in the South, and we shall keep up the tight with whatever support our Southern farmers think our rec? ord deserves." - i . Our Lucid English. Tell a Harlem girl that she is home? ly, snd, even If she Is, watch for firs works. But say the same thing to a young woman In England and shell thank you for the compliment. The word there has another meaning; n "homely" girl Is one who likes domes? tic surroundings, thereby being a good candidate for matrimony. "Homeli? ness" has a different effect here when It comes to orange blossoms.?New York Press. Sumter Railway & Mill Supply Co.f SUMTER, S. C. The season is here when you are obliged to have repairs, generally, as quickly as they can be gotten. We are in your midst, can give you quicker service than our competitors, and we bespeak a part of your business, guaranteeing satisfaction. Our Stock is Complete in the Following Lines: Rooting nutated and Cor V. Crimped: Rlectrold rubber rootling, I, i and 3 ply. Qaltiitff* Kubber. liandy DBIIing. aMd Leather. Ail kinds. Injectors: Packing: ESS9mm As* H0S8' ^tt,a,n unt* wftt'r KeiUy's perfect. Axes: Blocks: 5J5i Pkiin* Wteel loading unailb proof tested. and and Pnllawc* Steel. Iron and ruii-j?. w\k>d spin win tu mi v size shaft. Lace Leather: ^f8 and Babbitt Metal: to Shafting: kn*~ Hangers: ^ Shaft Couplings, ^ft?; plate and ribbed. Jenkins ard l-4ln. to Gin. In YalV8S ,eu^u>K ttrul stsnd stock. Iron Pipe Fittinn. t^W all styles. Bar Iron. Round *nd ttat PiOB rut a"'1 Threaded I ipv. from I-sin lo bin. in? clusive, to sketch. Wire Rope. Saws Cross Cttt and circa - ? lar. Cant Hooks. Pumps. Blacksmith Tools. In fact everything carried in an up-to-date supply house. When needing anything write, phone, wire, or call. Your wants will have immediate attention. Respectfully, Sumter Railway & Mill Supply Co. -- ~ tftftyytttfi Wire Fence Wo buy direct fro nit he- stoel mills in rar loads for cash with all discounts off. this enables us to sell you at the lowest prices, which we guarantee to do. Booth-Harby Live Stock Co. Sumter, ... South Carolina