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Macon hi Seribner's Magazine. r l,ts " things In lis 'ere win" ilat's better ,l.iu ley teem; lu.,.,ls an" grass darerowdde corn may fatten 1:1. tie team; uin uai spues in ,,u; ile ditch. .Ml cotton-tkT will he'p clean will make dc ,!c oberllow uat kills Je erap bottoms rien: IK nubbins in tie pile o' coru will 'zactly suitde i-teers; nl dc row across de new groun's may be shorter i!an it "pears; Do oak-tree flings a shadder in de hottest sum mer noon. n" ile tlo dat mfss de possum -track may stum- l.le on de coon. , "VJ 11 stalks o' com dat grow too thick is mighty apt to fail; manv eoon-tracks in de paf .will fling you nrf de trail; warm e' flies kin tus de web de cunniu' spi-ilt-r weaves, de backer plant won't come to nmeh dat spreads too many leaves; erowd in ebery sort o' truck may spile de Sunday pie. a sermon wid too many p'ints will hardly claw e de sky. A little sow wid lots o pigs is In a sorry fix, An' de old hen's got to scuffle hard -dat feeds too many chicks; ,,. de man dat's- gittin" l'arniu' ought to stop . wid jes' enough, - nebber eram his head too full wid dlffunt kinds o' s,tuff. T. A" An" A little horn kin make a' awful racket in de night; A minuer ofteutimes kin sink de cork clean out " sight; A little grabble in your sboemay start your foot to risin," u" a flea dt's got a" appetite kin stir up things Mirprisin": ' . " ' A narrer creek may swell itse'f an' oberflow de !an ; A I'cut pin in a rot-kin' cheer kin IiP whoppin' man: i A little thread is strong enough to raise de cabin latch, .An" a ragged eoat-tail"s mighty good to hide a' ugly patch. A uiicht rustjilookin' dog kin take de 'possum track, . An" de ba r ou top a nigger's bead may kiver up a fac' list 'ill he'p you dodge a mud-hole as you push ' along de way, ( r lead you f roo a thicket whar de safes' walkin' iay. . put some mighty sorry things to hlfalutln' use ; Pars heaps o" fryiu" chickens grabbed from orf a j rotten roos,: j 1 mi know much "bout de pea licfo you bus' de j hull, ! An" some bandy things may float aroun' inside a . woolly skull. rorn-eob pile kin gib you" smoke an' answer I ( mighty well : f us' -class mmi may put up ail a second-class ' hotel ; . - An" a mishty s-jlid thought may sometimes run ! in out de rain W lodge for jes' a' ebenin'in a common jackass brain. . TEH'HORBEB'S CHRISHCS ! " the great mountain opposite was marvel lously distinct against the sky. Ho saw the naked, gaunt December woods. He saw the grim gray crags.. And yet Lone some Cove below and the spurs pn the other side were all benighted. A pale flickering light was dawning in the clouds ; it brightened, faded, glowed again,' and their sad gray folds assumed a vivid ver milion reflection, for there was a fire in the forest below. Only these reactions of color on the clouds betokened its presence and its progress. Sometimes a fluctuation of orange crossed them, then a glancing line of blue, and once more that living red hue which only a pulsating flame can bestow. Air it the comm o the Jedgmint Day, ; Tobe? " asked his wife, in a meek whis- por. ! "I'd be afraid so if I war ez big a sin ner ez you you-uns,' he returned. " The woods air afire." the old woman declared,- in a shrill voice. "They be a-soakin' with las' night"s rain," he retorted, gruffly; - The mare was standing near the porch. Suddenly he mounted her and rode hasti ly off, without a word of his intention to the staring women in the doorway. He left freedom of speech behind him. " Take yer bones along, then, ye tongue tied catamount!" his wife's mother apos trophized him, with all the acrimony of long repression. "Got no mo' politeness 'n a settin' hen," she muttered, as she turned back into the room. The young woman lingered wistfully. " I wisht he wouldn' go a-ridin' off that thar way 'thout lettin' we-uns know whar he air bound fur, an' when he'll kern back. He mought git hurt some ways aroun" that thar fire git overtook by it, mebbe." "Ef he war roasted, 'twould be mighty peaceful round in Lonesome," the old crone exclaimed, rancorously. Her daughter stood for a moment with the bar of the door in her hand, still gaz ing out at tnc Dare in tne sky. I he un wonted emotion had coniured a chance in : pace. , The forests the stereotvped patience in her face even i strange light in the ed hack ngiti, an" she staid shet up. Ef he sot her down fur a minit. she yelled so CZ yel think . ye'd be .dee f fiiir life, nn ye 'most hoped ye would be. So Tobe war oblceged ter tote her agin tir git slut o' the noise." He cot started On that thar i 'forced march,' ez he calls ft, an' he never could git off'n it. Trot he must when the Cunnel pleased. He "'lowed she re minded him o' that thar old Cunnel that he sarved under in the wars. Ef it kill ed the regiment, he got thar on time. Sence then the Cunnel jes gins Tobe her orders, an' he moseys ter do 'em quick, jes like he war obleeged to obey. I b'licve he air. somehows.'' " Wa'al, some day," said the disaffected old woman, assuming n pott of prophetic wisdom, " Tobe will find m differ. Thar ain't no man so hcadin' ez don't git treat ed with perslimncss bvsomebodv some tune. I knowed fower horses an' spondin', an' he couldn't prove ez he war too old to be summonsed tier work on the road, an' war fined by the overseer 'cord ; in' ter law. Tobe will git hiis wheel scotch i ed yit, sure ez ye air born.y -Somebody be : sides the Cunnel will skeejup grit enough I ter make a stand agin him. I don't know ! how other men kin sleep o' nights.knowin' how he be always darin' Hoiks ter differ with him, an' how brigaty he be. The Bible , 'pears ter me ter hev Tobe in special mind j when it gits ter mournin' 'l?out'n the stiff- necked ones."' .. The spirited young mare that the ran ger rode strove to assert herself against him now and then, ns she went at a break neck speed along the sandy bridle-path through the woods. How was she to know that the white-wanded young willow by the way-side was not some spiritual manifestation as it suddenjy materialized in a broken beam from a rift in the 'clouds? But as she reared' and plunged, she felt his heavy hand and his heavy heel, and so forward again' at a steady served to screen the sky, and the lonely "Ez ter rae,". resumed that worthy, "by the law o' the land iny books war obli gated ter be thar."' He quoted mournful ly, " - shall at all times be and remain in his office.' " He gathered up his knee ngain and sub sided into silence.' . All the freakish spirits of the air were a-loose in the wind. In fitful gusts they rushed up the gorge, and suddenly the boughs would fall still again, and one could hear the eerie rout a riotiug far oil down the valley. Now and then the glow of the fire would deepen, the coals tremble, and with a gleaming fibrous swirl, like a gar mentf of flames, a sudden .animation would sweep over it, as if an apparition had passed, leaving a line of flying coals to mark its Jrail. ' "I'm goin' home," drawled Tobe Gryce presently. " I don't keer a frog's toe-nail a man wuust ez owned ci tnc wnoie settlement burns Doaaciousiy caltlc-oii Iters quarry- i up; 'tain't nuthin' ter me. I hev never hankered ter Iivo in towns an' git tuk up with town ways, an' set an' view the court house like the apple o' my eye. "We-uns don't ketch fire down in the Cove, though mebbe we ain't so peert ez folks ez herd tergether like sheep an' sech." The footfalfs of the little black mare an notated the silence of the place as he rode away into the darkling woods. The groups gradually disappeared from the porches. The few voices that sounded at long inter vals were low and drowsy. The red fire the magistrate an' be advertised by the ranger, an' ef they ain't claimed 'fore twelve months, the taker up kin pay into the county treasury one-haffen the ap praisement an' hev the critter fur his'n. An'the owner can't prove it awayarter that. " "Thanky," said Luke Todd, dryly. " S'pose ye teach yer gran'mammy ter suck aigs. I knowed all that afore." Peters was abashed, and with some dif ficulty collected himself. "An' I knowed ye knowed it, Luke," he hastily conceded. "But hynr be what I'm. a-lookin' at the law 'ain't gotnoper- vision lur a stray norse ez Rem ot a uarn Tobe Grycc's house, gray, weather-beaten, moss-grown, had in comparison an ephemeral, . modern aspect. For a hun dred years its inmates had come and gone and lived aud died. They took no heed of the crag, but never a sound was lost upon it. Their drawling iterative speech the iterative echoes conned. The ringing blast of a horn set astir gome phantom chase in the air. When the cows came lowing home, there were lowing herds in viewless company. Even if one of the children sat on a rotting log crooning a vague, fragmentary ditty, some faintvoic ed spirit in the rock would sing. Lonc- night, 'thout nobody's percuremint, ter the i some Cove? home of invisible throngs! ranger s own house. JNow, thep int o law j ez I wanted ter ax the lawyers 'bout air j this kin the ranger be the ranger an' the j taker-up too?" j He turned his eyes upon the great laud- j scape lying beneath, flooded with the chill ! matutinal sunshine, and flecked here and j there with the elusive shadows of the fleecy j drifting clouds. Far away the long hori- j zontal lines of the wooded spurs, convcrg- ! ing on either side of the valley and rising j one behind the other, wore a subdued nzure,. all unlike the burning blue of sum- j mer, and lay along the calm, passionless I sky, that itself was of a dim, repressed j tone. On the slopes nearer, the leafless boughs, massed together, had "purplish garnet depths of color wherever the sun shine struck aslant, and showed richly anxiety, even the acuteness of fear, seem- ' road was dark, save where the moonbeam ed a less pathetic expression than that was splintered and the mists loitered Way Down In Lonestme Co-re. Miss Murf ree in December Harpef. J One memorable night in Lonesome Cove the ranger of the county entered upon a momentous crisis in his life. "What hour it was he could hardly have said, for the primitive household reckoned time by the sun when it shone, by the domestic routine when no better might be. It was late. The old crone in the chimney-corner nod ded over her knitting. In the trundle-bed at the further end of the shadowy room were transverse billows under the quilts,,J which intimated that the small children were numerous enough for the necessity of sleeping crosswise. He had smoked. out. many pipes, and at last knocked the ciu- der from the ImjwI. The great hickory loijs had burned asunder and fallen froai the stones that served as andiros. He be gp.n to slowly cover the embers with ashes, that the fire might keep till morning. His wife, a faded woman, grown early old, was bringing the stone jar of yeast to plate close by the hearth, that it might not "take a chill" in some sudden change of the night. It was heavy, and she bent in carrying if. Awkward, and perhaps nervous, she brought it sharply against the shovel in bis hands. The clash' roused the "old crone in the comer. She recognized the situation in stantly, and the features that sleep had re laxed into inexpressivencss took on awea ry apprehension, which they wore like a - habit. The man bravely raised his surly black eyes, but his wife drew back humbly with a mutter of apology. The next moment the shovel was almost thrust out of his grasp. A tiny barefoot ed girl, in a straight unbleached cotton night-gown and a quaint little cotton night cap, cavalierly pushed him aside, that she might cover in the hot ashes a burly sweet potato, ..destined' to slowly roast before morning. A long and careful job she made of it, and unconcernedly kept him waiting while she pottered back and forth about the hearth. She looked up once with an authoritative eye, and he hastily helped to adjust the potato with the end f the shovel. And then he glanced at her, incongruously enough, as if waiting fi-r lu r autocratic nod of approval. She 'gravely accorded it, and pattered nimbly floor to the alreadv 1 i : l.i cross the puncheon well filled bed. "Now," he drawjed, in gruff accents, 'ef you-uns hev nil hed yer fill o' foolin wiili this hvar tire. I'll kiver it, like I hev started out ter do.'" t this moment there was a loud tram- i ; i ; p upon the porch without. The bat- j ! ;i ioor shook violently. The ranger 1 prang up. As he frowned, the hair on I his sculp,, drawn forward, -seemed to rise j !i'Kt- bristles. '. -D.it burn that thar fresky filly!" he j '!, angrily. "Jes brung her noisy . nes u i on that thar porch agin, an' her inlTs will bust sprang through the planks the tioor, the fust thing ye know." The narrow aperture, as he held the 'loci- ajar, showed outlined against the i; i kiicss the graceful head of a young iii. ire, and puce more hoof-beats resound 1 1 on the rotten planks of the porch. Clouds were adrift in the sky. No star gleamed in the wide space high above the sombre mountains. Oh every side they encompassed Lonesome Cove, which seem- to have importunately thrust itself into tiie darkling solemnities of their intimacy. All at once the ranger let the door fly !rorn his hand, and stood gazing in blank amazement. For there was a strange mo i .'ii in the void vastnesses of the wilder MC-.S. They were creeping into. view. How, he could not say, but the summit of meek monotony bespeaking a broken spir it. As she lifted her eyes to the mount ain, one might wonde to see that they were so blue. In the many haggard lines drawn upon her face, the effect of the straight lineaments were lost; but just now embellished with a flush, she looked young as young as her years. As she buttoned the door and put up the bar, her mother's attention was caught by the change. Peering at her critically and shading her eyes with her hand from the uncertain flicker of the tallow dip, she broke out passionately : "Wa'al, Madeli Dy, who would hev ever thought tz yer cake would be all dough? Such a laffin', plump, spry gal ez ye uscter be fur all the world like a fresky voting deer! An' sech a pack o' men ez ye hed the ch'icc i amongst! An' ter pick out Tobe Gryce: an' marry him, an' kem 'way down hyar ' ter live along o' him in Lonesome Cove ! ' ' She chuckled aloud, not that she relish ed her mirth, but the harlequinade of fate ; constrained a laugh for its antics. The words recalled the past to Madeline: it rose visibly before her. She had had scant leisure to reflect that her ife might hav- been ordered differently. In her widening eyes were new depths, a vague j terror.a wild speculation, all struck aghast by its own temerity. " Ye never said nuthin' ter hinder," she faltered. i "I never knowed Tobe, sca'cely. How's j ennybody goin' ter know a man ez lived 'way off down hyar in i,onesome uove : ; her'mother retorted, acridly, on the defen- ! sive. " He never courted me, nohows. All the word he gin me war, ' Hawdy,' an' j I gin him no less." ,1 There was a pause. Madeline knelt oa the hearth. She placed together the broken' chuncks, and fanned l the flames with a turkey wing. "I won't j kiver the fire yit," she said, thoughtfully, i "He mought be chilled when he gits i home." i The feathery flakes of the ashes flew;; they caught here and there in her brown hair. The blaze flared up, and flickered : over her flushed, pensive face and glowed i in her large and brilliant eyes. ; "Tobe said 'Howdy," her mother bick- ered on. " I knowed by that ez he hed j the gift ov8peech. but he spent no mo' words on me." Then, suddenly : "I war ! a fool, though, ter gin my cornseirt ter yer marrvin' him, bein' ez ye war the only ! child" I hed, an' I knowed I'd hev ter live with ye 'way down hyar in Lonesome Cove. I wish now ez ye hed abided by , yer fast ch'ice, an married Luke Todd." Madeline looked up with a gathering frown. "I hev no call to spen' words 'bout Luke Todd," she said, with dignity, "ez me an him are both married terother folks." "I never said ye bed," hastily replied the old woman, rebuked and embarrassed. Presently, however, her vagrant specula tion went recklessly on. " Thougn ez ter Luke's marryin', 'taint wuth while ter set store on sech. The gal he found ovej- thar in Big Fox Valley favors ye ez cldse ez two black-eyed peas. That's why he married her. She looks precisely like ye useter look. An' she laffs the same. An I reckon the 'ain't hed no call ter quit laffin', 'kase he air a powerful easy-goin' man. Leastwise he useter be when we uns knowed him." "That ain't no sign." said Madeline. " A safter-spoken body I never seen than Tobe war when be fust kem a-courtin' round the settlemint.r " Sech ez that ain't goin' ter last' no-i ways," dryly remarked the philosopher of the chimney-corner. This might seem rather a reflection up on the courting gentry in general than'a nersonal observation. But Mandoline's consciousness lent it point. "Laws-a-massy," she said, " Tobe ain't so rampagious, nohoiws, ez folks make him out. He air toler'ble peaceable, corn siderin' ez nobody hev ever hed grit enough ter make a stand ngin him, 'thout 'twar the Cunnel thar." i She glanced around at the little girl's I face framed in the frill of her night-cap, and peaceful and infantile as it lay on the j pillow. ', "When-stthc Cunnel war born," Mad i eline went on, languidly reminiscent, i "Tobe war powerful outed 'kase she war i a oral. I reckon to 'members ez how he ' said he hed no use for sech cattle ez that, i An' when she tuk sick he 'lowed he seen i no differ. 'Jes ez well die ez live,' ez be ! said. An' bein' ailin', the Cunuel tuk it inter her head ter holler. Sech hollerin' we-uns hed never beam with none o' the tother chil'ren. The boys war nowhar. But a-fust it never 'sturbedTobe. He jes yelled out same ez he uscter do at the tothers, 'Shet up, -ye "pop eyed buzzard!' Wa'al, sir.jthe Cunnel jest blinked at him, an' braced herself ez stiff, an' yelled i- I 'lowed 'twould, take off the roof. An' Tobo said he'd wring her neck ef she warn't ao mewlin' look in' an1 peaked. An' he tuk her up an' walked across the floor with her, an' she shet up ; an' he walk- Presently there were cinders flying in the breeze, a smell of smoke pervaded the air, and the ranger forgot to curse the mare when she stumbled. " I wonder," he muttered, " what them no 'count half-livers o' town folks hev hed the insurance ter let ketch afire thar? " - The infirmities of hig pronunciation must be duly considered; ,be was not suf ficiently sophisticated to appreciate the j necessity of insurance before letting things i catch fire. As he neared the brink of the mountain : he saw a dense column of smoke against , the sky, and a break in the woods showed the little town--the few log houses, the "gyarden spots" about them, and in the centre of the Squar a great mass of : coals, a flarne flickered here and there, two gaunt and tottering chimneys where ! once the court -house had stood. At some J distance for the heat was still intense ; were grouped the slouching, spiritless fig- ! ures of the mountaineers. On the porches ! of the houses, plainly visible in the un wonted red- glow, were Knots of women ! and children here and there a brat in the scantiest of raiment ran nimbly in and out. The clouds still borrowed the light : from below, and the solemn leafless woods j on oncside were outlined distinctly against the reflection in the sky. The flurc show ed, too, the abrupt precipice on the other side, the abysmal gloom of the valley, the austere summit-line of the mountain be yond, aivd gave the dark mysteries of the Dight a sombre revelation, ns in visible blackness it filled the illimitable space. The little mare was badly blown as the ranger sprang to the ground. He himself I. was panting with amaze nd eagerness. " The stray-book ! " he cried. " Whar's ! the stray-book ? " One by one the slow group turned, all smouldered in the centre of the place, and against the faintly tinted horizon. Here ana mere among tne ooiaiy jutting gray i craga hang. an evergreen vine, and from a j gorge on the opposite mountain gleamed a continuous flasli, like the waving of a sil ver plume, where a cataract sprang down the roc"ks. In the depths of the valley, a field in which crab-grass had gro'wn in the place of the harvested wheat showed a tiny square of palest yellow, and beside it a red clay road, running over a hill, was visible. Above all a hawk was flying. "Afore the winter fairly set in las' year," Peters resumed, presently, "a stray kem ter Tobc's house. He 'lowed ter me ez he fund her a-standin' by the fodder-stack a pullin' off'n it. An he 'quired round, an' he never hearn o no owner. I reckon he never axed outside o' Lonesome," he added, cynically. He puffed industriously at his pipe for a few moments; then continued : " Wa'al, he 'lowed he couldn't feed the critter fur fun. An' he couldn't work her till she war appraised an' sech, that bein' agin the law fur strays. So he jes onder took ter be ranger an' taker-up too the bangedest consarn in the kentry! Ef the leetle marc hed been wall-eyed, orlame,or ennything, he wouldn't hev wanted ter be ranger an' taker up too. But she air the peartest little benstis she war jes bridle wise when she fust kem young an spry !'" Luke Todd was about to ask a question, but Peters, disregarding him, persisted : "Wa'al, Tobe tuk up the bcastis, an' I reckon he reported her ter hisself, bein' sometimes about it appeared so doubtful a shadow that it could hardly argue sub stance. Far away a dog barked, and then was still." Presently the great mountains loom ag- gressively along the horizon. The black ; abysses, the valleys and coves, show dun- colored verges, and grow gradually dis tinct, and on the slopes the ash and the ; pine and the oak are all lustrous with a : silver rime. The mists are rising, a wind ' springs up, the clouds set sail, and a beam slants high. " What I want ter know," said a moun- i tainecr newly arrived on the scene, sitting ; on the verge of the precipice, and Jang 'ling his lfing legs over the depths beneath, " air how do folks ez live 'way down in ; Lonesome Cove, an' who nobody knowed : nuthin' about, noways, ever git 'lected j ranger o' the county, ennybow. I ain't ' prised none ter hear 'bout Tobe Gryce's ' goin's-on hyar Ins' night. I hev looked fur more'n that." "Wa'al, I'll tell ye," replied the regis- i ter. " Nuthin' but favoritism in the conn- j ty court. Ranger air 'lected by the jes tices. Ye know," he added, vainglorious of his own tenure of office by the acclaim ing voice of the sovereign people, "ranger aint 'lected, like the register, by pop'lar vote." A slow smoke still wreathed upward ; from the charred ruins of the court-house. : Gossiping groups stood here and Uiere, j mostly the jeans-clad mountaineers, but ! there were a few who wore "store clothes," i being lawyers from more sophisticated re ' gions of the circuit. Court had been in session the previous day. The jury, serv ing in a criminal case still strictly segre gated, and in charge of an officer were walking about wearily, waiting with what patience they might their formal discharge. The sheriff's dog a great yellow cur trotted in the rear. When the officer was first elected, this animal, observing the change in his master's habits, deduced his own conclusions. He seemed to think the court-house belonged to the sheriff, and thenceforward guarded the door with snaps and growls. Being a formidable brute, his idiosyncrasies invested the getting into and getting out of law with abnormal dif ficulties. Now, as he followed the discon solate jury, he bore the vigilant mien with which he formerly drove up the cows, and if a juror loitered or stepped aside from the path, the dog made a slow detour as if to round him in, and the melancholv eor- thc ranger the critter makes me laff i looking at him with a peering expression j tege wandered on as before. More than as he loomed distorted through the shim mer of the heat above the bed of live coals and thehovering smoke. " Whar's the stray-book ? "he reiterated, imperiously. "Whar's the court-house, I reckon ye mean ter say," replied the sheriff a burly mountaineer in brown jeans and high boots on which the spurs jingled ; for in his excitement he had put them on as me chanically as his clothes, as if they were an essential part of his attire. "Naw, I ainH meanin' ter say whar's the court-house.' said the ranger, coming up close, with the red glow of the fire on his face, and his eves flashing under the broad brim of his t wool hat. He had a I threatening aspect, and his elongated shadow, following him and repeating the menace of his attitude, seemed to back him up. "Ye air sech a triffin', slack-twisted tribe hyar in town, ez ennybody would know ef a spark cotched fire ter suthin' ye'd set an' suck yer paws, an' eye it till it bodaciously burnt up the court house sech a dad-burned lazy set o' half-livers ye be! I never axed 'bodt'n the court-house. I want ter know whar's that thar stray book." h$ concluded, inconsequently. "Tobe Gryce, ye air fairly demented," exclaimed the register a chin-whiskered, grizzled old fellow, sitting on a stump and hugging his knee with a desolate, be reaved look " talkin' 'bout the utray-book, an' all the records gone! What will folks do 'bout thar deeds, an' mortgages, an sech ? An' that thar keerful index ez I hed made ez straight ez a string all cin ders!" He shook his head, a forlorn masculine Rachel, mourning alike for the party of the first part and the party of the second part, and the vestiges of all that they had agreed together. "An' ye ter kem mopin hyar this time o' night" arter the xtray-looh ! '" said the sheriff. "Shucks!" And he turned aside and spat disdainfully an the ground. "I want that thar stray-book!" cried Gryce, indignantly. "Ain't nobody seen it?" Then realizing the futility of the question, he yielded toi a fresh burst of an ger, and turned upon the bereaved regis ter, s" An' did ye jes' set thar an' say, ' Good Mister Fire, don't burn the records; what'll folks do 'bout thar deeds an' sech ?' an' hold them claws a yourn, an' see the court-house burn up, with that thar stray book in it ?" Half a dozen men spoke up. "The fire tuk inside, an' the court-house war haffen gone "fore 'twr.r seen," said oue, in sulky extenuation. -let him jaw ! " said "Leave Tobe be another, cavalierly. "Tobe 'pears ter besspilin' fur a fight," sad a third, impersonally,- as if to direct the attention of any belligerent in the roup to the opportunity. , The register had ajo expression of slow cunning as he cast a glance up at the over bearing ranger. " What, ailed the .say-book ter bide hyar in the court-house all night, Tobe 1 Couldn't ye gin it house-room ? Thar warn't no special need fur it to be hyar." Tobe Gryce's face showed that for once he was at a loss. He glowered down at the register and said nothing. one lookedwistfully at the group on the crag, for ; it was distinguished by that sprightly interest which scandal excites so readily. "Ter my way of thinkin'," drawled Sam Peters, swinging his feet over the giddy depths of the valley, "Tobe ain't sech ez oughter be set over the county ez a ranger noways. 'Pears not ter me, an' I hev been keepin' my eye on him mighty sharp." A shadow fell among the group, rtnd a man sat down on a bowlder hard by. He, too, had just arrived, being lured to the town by the news of the fire. His slide had been left at the verge of the clearing, and one of the oxen had already lain down ; the other, although hampered by the yoke thus diagonally displaced, stood medita tively gazing at the distant blue mount ains. Their master nodded a slow, grave salutation to the group, produced a plug of tobacco, gnawed a fragment from it, and restored it to his pocket. He had a pensive face, with an expression which, in a man of wider culture, we should discrim inate as denoting sensibility. He had long yellow hair that hung down to his shoul ders, and a tangled yellow beard. There was something at once wistful and search ing. his gray eyes, dull enough, too, at times, ne lifted them heavily, and they had a drooping lid and lash. There seemed an odd incongruity between this sensitive weary face and his stalwart physique. He was tall and well-proportioned. A leather belt girded his brown jeans coat. The ends of his trousers were stuffed jnto great cow hide boots. His pose, as he leaned on the rock, had a muscular picturesqueness. " Who be ye a-talkin' about ? " he drawled. Peters relished his opportunity. He laughed in a distorted fashion, his pipe stem held between his teeth. " You-uns ain't wantin' ter swop lies ! 'bout sech ez him, Luke! We war a-talkin' 'bout Tobe Gryce." The olor flared into the new coiner's face. A sudden animation fired his eye. "Tobe Gryce air jes the man I'm always wantin' ter hear a word about. Jes per ceed with yer rat-killin'. I'm with ye." And Luke Todd placed his elbows on his knees .and leaned forward with an air. of attention. Peters looked at him, hardly compre hending this ebullition. It was not what he had expected to elicit. Noone laugh ed. His fleer w as wide of the mark. "Wa'al" he made another effort "Tobe,. we war jes sayin', ain't fitten fur ter be ranger o' the county. He be ez peart in gittin' te own other folkses' stray cattle ez he war in courtin1 other folkses' sweetheart, an.Vcf. .the truth mus' be knowed, in marryin' her." He suddenly twisted round, in. some danger of falling from his perch. fI "want ter ax one o' them thar big-heacfed lawyers a question on a p'int o" law," jhe broke off abruptly. " What be Tobe Gryce a-doin' of now?" asked Luket Todd, with eager interest m the subject..!' "Wa'al," resumed Peters, nowise loath to return to the gossip, "Tobe, ye see, air the ranger o' this hyar county, an' by law all the stray horsea ez air tuk up by folks hev ter be reported ter him, an' appraised by two householders, an' swore to afore an' he hed that thar old haffen-blind uncle i o' his'n an' Perkins Bates, ez be never ! sober, ter appraise the vally o' the mare, j an' I s'pose he delivered thareertifieateter ; hisself, an I reckon he tuk oath that she kem 'thout his procuremtMl ter his place, in the presence o' the ranger." "I reckon thar ain't no law agin the ranger's bein' a ranger an' a taker up too,'" j put in one of the by-standers. Tain't like a sher'ff's buyin' at his own sale. An' j he hed ter pay haffen her vally into the j treasury o' the county artcrtwelve months, i ef the owner never proved her away." "Thar ain't no sign he ever paid a cent," said Peters, with a malicious grin, point ing at the charred remains of the court house, "an' the treasurer air jes dead." " Wa'al, Tobe hed ter make a report ter the jedge o' the county court every six months." "The papers of his office air cinders," retorted Peters. " Wa'al, then," argued the optimist, "the stray-book will show ez she war re ported an' sech." " The ranger took mighty partie'lar pains ter hev his stray-book in that thar court-house when 'twar burnt." There was a long pause while the party sat ruminating upon the suspicions thus suggested. Luke Todd heard them, not without a , thrill of satisfaction. He found them easy to adopt. And he. too. had a disposition to theorize. "It takes a mighty mean man ter steal a horse," he said. " Stealin' a horse air powerful close ter murder. Folkses' lives fairly depend on a horse ter work thar corn an' sech, an' make a support fur 'em. I hev knowed folks ter kem mighty close ter starvin' through hevin thar horse stole. Whv, even that leetle filly of our'n, though she hedn't been fairly bruk ter the plough, war mightily missed. We-uns hed ter make out with the old sorrel, ez air nigh fourteen year old, ter work the crap, an' we war powerful disapp'inted. But we ain't never fund no trace 6' the filly sence she war tolled off one night las' fall a year ago.' The hawk and its winged shadow disap peared together in the dense glooms of a deep gorge. Luke Todd watched them as they vanished. Suddenly he lifted his eyes. They were wide with a new speculation. An angry flare blazed in them. " What sort'n bcastis is this hyar mare ez the ranger tuk up?" he asked. Peters looked at him, hardly compre hending his tremor of excitement. " Seems sorter sizable," he replied, sibilantly,suck ing his pipe-stem. j Todd nodded meditatively several times, ! leaning his elbows on his knees, his eyes fixed on the landscape. "Hev she got jenny partie'lar marks, ez ye knows on?" he drawled A.S the ranger trotted down the wind ing road, the multitudinous hoof-beats, as of a troop of cavalry, heralded his ap- ; proach to the little girl who 6tood on the j porch of the log cabin and watched for him. j " Hy're, Cunnel!" he cried, cordially, j But the little " Colonel" took no heed, i Shu looked beyond him at the vague blue ! mountains, on which the great grim rock was heavily imposed, every ledge, every : waving dead crisp weed, distinct. He noticed the smoke curling briskly up j in the sunshine from the clay-and-stick chimney. He strode past her into the house, as Madeline, with all semblance of youth faded from her countenance, haggard and hollow-eyed in the morning light, was hurrying the corn-dodgers aud venison steak on the table. Perhaps he did not appreciate that the women were pining with curiosity, for he vouchsafed no word of the excitements in the little town; and' he himself was ill at ease. "What ails the Cunnel, Madeliny ?" he asked presently, glancing up sharply from under his hat brim, and speaking with his mouth full. " The cat 'pears ter hev got her tongue," said Madeline, intending the "Colonel" should hear, and perhaps profit. "She aiu't able ter talk none this mornin'." The little body cast so frowning a glance upon them as she stood in the doorway that her expression was but slight! v less lowering man ner lather s. it was an in- i congruous demonstration, with her infan- ; tile features, her little yellow head, and the slight physical force she represented. She wore a blue cotton frock, fastened up the back with great horn buttons; she had on shoes laced with leather strings; one of her blue woollen stockings fell over her ankle, disclosing the pinkest of plump calves; the other stocking was held in place by an unabashed cotton string. She had a light in her dark eyes and a color in her cheek, and albeit so slight a thing, she wielded a strong coercion. " Laws-a-massy, Cunnel!" said Tobe, in a harried manner, "couldn't ye find me nowhar ? I'm powerful sorry. I couldn't git back hyar no sooner." But not in this wise was she to be pla cated. She fixed her eyes upon him, but made no sign. He suddenly rose from his half-finished breakfast. " Look-a-hyar, Cunnel," he cried, joyously, "don't ye want ter ride the fill v ? ve know ve hanker ter ride the filly."' Even theu she tried to frown, but the bliss of the prospect overbore her. Her cheek and chin dimpjed, and there was a gurgling display of two rows of jagged j little teeth as the doughty "Colonel" was I swung to his shoulder, and he stepped oflt i of the door. He luiUghed as he stood by the glossy i black uiare, and lifted the child to the sad ; die. The animal arched her neck and : turned her head and gazed back at him curiously. "Hold on tight, Cunnel," he said as he looked up at her, his face i ! strangely softened almost beyond recogni- j ; tion. And she gurgled and laughed and ; screamed with delight as he began to slow- ! ly lead the mare along. The " Colonel" had the gift of continu- : ; ance. Some time elapsed before she ex- hausted the joys of her exaltation. More j than once she absolutely refused to dis- ! mount. Tobe patiently led the beast up ! j and down, and ,the "Colonel" rode in j state. It was only when the sun had j grown high, and occasionally she was fain i to lift her chubby hands to her eyes, im- 1 periling her safety on the saddle, that he j ventured to seriously remonstrate, and , finally she permitted herself to be assisted j to the ground. When, with the little girl at his heels, he reached the porch, he took off his hat, and wiped the perspiration from his brow with his great brown hand. "I tell ye, jouncin' round arter the Cun nel air powerful hot work," he declared. The next moment he paused. His wife had come to the door, and there was a strange expression of alarm among the anxious lines of her face. "Tobe," she said, in a bated voice, "who war them men ?' He stared at her, whirled about, sur veyed the vacant landscape, and once more turned dumbfounded toward her. "What men ?" he asked. "Them men ez acted so cur'ous,"' she said. "I couldn't see thar faces plain, an' I don't know who they war." " Whar war they ?" And he looked over his shoulder once more. "Yander along the ledges of the big rock. Thar war two of 'em hidin' ahint that thar jagged aidge. An' ef, yer back war turned they'd peep out at je an' the Cunnel ridin. But whenst ye would face round agin, they'd drap down ahint the aidge o' the rock. I 'lowed wunst ez I'd holler ter ye, but I war feared ye mpughtn't keer ter know." Her voice fell in its dep recatory cadence. He stood in silent perplexity. "Ye air a fool, Madeliny, an' ye Beverseen nuthin'. Nobody hev got enny call ter spy on me." He stepped in doors, took down his rifle " Wa'al, she be ez black ez a crow, with I from the rack, and went out frowning into the nigh fore-foot white. An' she hev got a white star spang in the middle o' her forehead, an' the left side o' her nozzle is white too." Todd rose suddenly to his feet. " By gum ! " he cried, with a burst of passion, "she air my filly! An' 'twar that thar durned horse-thief of a ranger ez tolled her off!" Deen among the wooded spurs Lone some Cove nestles, sequestered from the ! world. Naught emigrates thence except i an importunate stream that forces its way j through a rocky gap, and so to freedom beyond. No stranger intrudes; only the moon looks In once in a while. The roam ing wind may explore its solitudes, and it is but the vertical sun that strikes to the heart of the little basin, because of the massive mountains that wall it round and serve to isolate it. So nearly do they meet at the gap that one great assertive crag, beetling far above, intercepts the view of the wide landscape beyond, leaving its substituted profile jaggedly scrrating the changing sky. Above it, when the weather is fair, appear vague blue lines, distant mountain summits, cloud strata, visions. Below its jutting verge may be caught glimpses of the widening valley without But pre-eminent, gaunt, sombre, it sternly dominates " Lonesome," aud is the salient feature of the little world it limits. the sunlight. The suggestion of mystery angered him. He had a vague sense of impending dan ger. As he made his way along the slope toward the great beetling crag, all his fac ulties were on the alert. He saw naught when he stood upon its dark seamed sum mit, and he went cautiously to the verge and looked down at the many ledges. They jutted out at irregular intervals, the first only six feet below, and all accessible enough to an expert climber. A bush grew in a niche. An empty nest, riddled by the wind, hung dishevelled Jrom a twig. Coarse withered grass tufted the crevices, and lichens clung. Far below, he saw the depths of the Cove the tops of the leafless trees, and glimpsed through the interlacing boughs were piles of rocks, stood and stared futilcly at the foot-print. Conjecture had license and limitations too. As the hours wore on he became harassed by the sense of espionage. He was a bold man before the foes he knew, but this idea of inimical lurking, of furtive scrutiny for unknown purposes, preyed upon him. He brooded over it as he sat idle by the fire. I Once he went to the door and stared spec- i ulatively at the great profile of the cliff, j The sky above it was all a lustrous amber, for the early sunset.pf the shortest days of 1 the year was at hand. The mountains, seen partly above and partly below it, wore a glamourous purple. There were clouds, and from theic rifts long divergent lines of light slanted down upon the valley, dis tinct among their shadows. The sun was not visible only in the western heavens was a half-veiled effulgence too dazzlingly white to be gazed upon. The ranger shaded his eyes with his hand. No motion, no sound ; for the first time in his life the unutterable loneliness of the place im pressed him. "Madeliny," he said, suddenly, looking over his shoulder within the cabin, " be you-uns sure es they war -folks?" "I don't know what ye mean," she fal tered, her eyes dilated. " They looled like folks." " I reckon they war," he sajid, reassuring himself. "The Lord knows I hope they war." That night the wind rose. The stars all seemed to have burst from their moorings, and were wildly adrift in the 6ky.. There was a broken tumult of billowy clouds, ana tne moon tossea hopelessly among them, a lunar wreck, sometimes on her beam ends, sometimes half submerged, once more gallantly struggling to the sur face, and again sunk. The bare boughs of the trees beat together in a dirge-like monotone. Now and again a leaf went sibilantly whistling past. The wild com motion of the heavens and earth was visi ble, for the night was not dark. The ranger, standing within the rude stable of unhewn logs, all undaubed, noted how pale were the horizontal bars of gray light alternating with the black logs of the wall. He was giving the mare a feed of corn, but he had not brought his lantern, as was his custom. That mysterious espionage had i in some sort shaken his courage, and he felt the obscurity a shield. He had brought instead his rifle. The equine form was barely visible among the glooms. Now and then, as the mare noisily munched, she lifted a hoof and struck it upon the ground with a dull thud. How the gusts outside were swirl ing up the gorge ! The pines swayed and sighed. Again the boughs of the chestnut oak above the roof crashed together. Did a fitful blast stir the door ? He lifted his eyes mechanically. A cold thrill ran thiough every fibre. For there, close by the door, somebody something was peering through the space between the logs of the wall. The face was invisible, but the shape of a man's head was distinct ly defined. He realized that it was no su pernatural manifestation when a husky i voice began to call the mare, in a hoarse whisper, "Cobe! Cobe! Cobe" With a galvanic start he was about to spring forward to hold the door. A hand was laid upon it. He placed the muzzle of the rifle between , the logs, a jet of red light was suddenly ; projected into the darkness, the mare was ; rearing and plunging violently, the little shanty was surcharged with roar and re j verberations, and far aud wii'e the crags ; and chasms echoed the report of the rifle. There was a vague clamor outside, an oath, a cry of pain. Hasty footfalls sound ed among the dead leaves, and died in the distance. When the ranger venturned out he saw the door of his house wide open, and the fire-light flickering out among the leafless bushes. His wife met him half-way down the hili. "Air ye hurt, Tobe?" she cried. " Did yer gun go off suddint?" " Mighty suddint," he replied savagely. " Ye didn't fire it a purpose?" she fal tered. " Edzactly so," he declared. " Ye never hurt nobody, did ye, Tobe? " She had turned very pale. " I - 'lowed it couldn't be the wind ez I hearn a holler in'." " I hopes an' prays I hurt 'em," he said, as he replaced the rifle in the rack. He was shaking the other hand which had been jarred in some way by the hasty dis charge of the weapon. "Some dad-burned horse-thief war arter the mare. Jedg in' from the sound o' thar runnin', 'peared like to me ez thar mought be two o' 'em." The next day the mare disappeared from the stable. Yet she could not be far off, for Tobe was about the house most of the time, and when he and the "Colonel" came in doors in the evening the little girl held in her hand a half-munched ear of corn, evidently abstracted from the mare's supper. " Whar be the filly hid, Tobe? ' Made line asked, curiosity overpowering her. "Ax me no questions an' I'll tell ye no lies.' he replied gruffly. In the morning there was a fall of snow, J and she had some doubt whether her moth er, who had gone several days before to a neighbor's on the summit of the range, would return; but presently the creak of unoilcd axles heralded the approach of a wagon, and soon the old woman, bundled in shawls, was sitting by the fire. She wore heavy woollen socks over her shoes as protection against the snow. The in compatibility of the shape of the hose with the human foot was rather marked, and as they were somewhat inelastic as well, there was a muscular struggle to get them off only exceeded by the effort which had been required to get them on. She shook her head again and again, with a red face, as she bent over the socks, but plainly more than this discomfort vexed her. " Laws-a-massy, Madeliny ! I hearn a awful tale over yander 'mongst them Jen kins folks. Ye oughter hev married Luke Todd, an' so I tole ye an' fairly beset ye ter do ten year ago. lie keered fur ye. An' Tobe shucks! Wa'al, laws-a-massy, child ! I hearn a awful tale 'bout Tobe up yander at Jenkinses'." Madeline colored. "Folks hed better take keer how they talk 'bout Tobe," she said with a touch of pride. "They be powerful keerful ter do it out'n rifle range." With one more mighty tug the sock came off, the red face was lifted, and Mrs. Pearce shook her head ruefully. The Bible say 'words air foolishness. aimin' ter take the mare away 'thout no words an' no lawin', 'kase they didn't want ter wait. Luke hed got a chance ter view the mare, an' knowed ez she war his'n. An' Tobe war hid i the dark beside the mare, an' fired at 'cm, an' the rifle-ball tuk Sam right through the beam o' his arm. I reckon, though, ez that warn't true, else ye would hev knowed it." She looked up anxiously over her scc tacles at her daughter. "I hearn Tobe shopt," faltered Madeline.', "I seen blood on the leaves." V " Laws-a-massy ! '?,exclaimed the old wo man, irritably. "I be fairly feared. ter bide Kyar; t wouldn't s'priso me none ef they kem hyar an' hauled Tobe out. an lynched him and sech, an' who known who mought git hart in the scrimmage? ''. - They both fell silent as the ranger strode in. They would need a braver heart than either bore to reveal to him the suspicion of horse-stealing sown broadcast.over the mountain. Madeline felt that this in itself was coercive evidence of his innocence. Who dared so much 4s say a word to his face ? The weight of thp secrej asserted itself, however. As she tent about her accus tomed tasks-, all bereft of their wonted in terest, vapid and burdensome, she carried so woe-begone afacp that it caught his at tention, and he demanded, angrily : " What ails ve ter look so durned peak-, ed?" f This did not abide long in his memory, however, and it eo& her a pang to see him so unconscious. She went out updn the porch late that afternoon to judge of the weather. Snow was falling again. The distant summits had disappeared. , fThe mountains near at hand loomed through the myriads of ser ried white flakes. iA crow flew across the Cove in its midst. I It heavily thatched the cabin, and tufts disloged by the open ing of the door fell down upon her hair. Drifts lay about the porch. Each rail of the fence was laiden. The ground, the rocks, were deeply! covered. She reflect ed with satisfaction that the red splotch of blood on the dead leaves was no longer visible. Then a sudden idea struck her that took her breath away. She came in, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright, with an excited dubitatuon. Her husband commented on the change. " Ye air a powerful cur'ous critter, Made liny," he said : "a while ago ye looked , some fower or five hundred year old now ye favors yersclf when I fust kem , a-courtin' round tike settlemint." She hardly knewt whether the dull stir in her heart were pleasure or pain. Her eyes filled with tears, and the irradiated iris shone through; them with a liquid lus tre. She could not speak. Her mother took ephemeral advantage of his softening mood. " Ye uscter be mighty perlite and saaft-spoken in them days, Tobe," she fyentured. " I hed ter be, 'I he admitted, frankly, '"kase thar waif sech a many o' them mealy-mouthed cusses a-waitin' on Made liny. The kentry; 'peared ter me ter bris tle with Luke Tjdd; he 'minded me o' brum saidge eteryicluir ye seen his yaller head, ez homely aai' ez on welcome." "I never wunst gin Luke a thought arter ye tuk ter cpmin' round the settle mint," Madeline said, softly. "I wisht I hed' knowed" that then," he replied; "else I wouldn't hev been so alls fired oneasy au' beset. I wasted mo time a-studyin' 'bout ye an' Luke Todd n ye war both wuth, tin' went 'thout my Tittles an' sot up a nights. Ef I hed spent that time a-moanin' fur myvsins an' settin mv lour at peace, Pd be 'quirin' ronn' the, the rush of a mountain rill, and a white Ye don' know what ye air talkin' 'bout, flash as a sunbeam slanted on the foam He was turning away, all incredulous, when with a sudden start he looked back. On one of the ledges was a slight depres sion. It was filled with sand and earth. Imprinted upon it was the shape of a man's foot. fThe ranger paused and gazed fixedly at it. " Wa'al, by the Lord 1 " he exclaimed, under his breath. Presently, "But they hev no call 1 " he argued. r Then once more, softly, "By the Lord!" The mystery baffled him. More than once that day be went up to the crag and child With this melancholy preamble she de tailed the. gossip that bad arisen at the county town and pervaded the country side. Madeline commented, denied, flash ed into rage, then lapsed into silence. Al though it did not constrain credulity, there was something that made her afraid when her mother said : "Ye hed better not be talkin' 'bout rifle range so brash, Madelinyj nohows. They 'lowed ez Luke Todd an Sam Feters kem hyar 'twar jes night before las' peace, throe o' Grace1 how ! Y oung folks air powerful fursaken fools." Somehow her; heart was warmer for this allusion. Sjhc was more hopeful. Her resolve grew stronger and stronger as she sat and knitted, and looked at the fire and saw among the coals all her old life at the settlement newly aglow. She was remembering- now that Luke Todd had been as wax in her hands. She recalled that when she was married there was a gleeful "sayin'"' going the rounds of the mountain! that he had taken to the woods with grie, and he was heard of no more for days. The gossips relished his despair as the corollary of the happy brid al. He had no reproaches forfher. He had only looked the other way when they met, and she had, not spoken to him since. " He set store: by my words in them days," she said, her lips vaguelyJmoving. I misdoubts ef he hev furgot." " All through thje long hours of the win ter night she silefntly canvassed her' plan. The house was jstill noiseless and dark when she 6oftly opened the door and sdfti ly closed it behind her. !" It had ceasedi to snow and the sky had cleared. The trees, all the limbsj-whiten-ed, were drawrj, distinctly upon it, and through the boughs overhead a brilliant star, aloof and tsplendid, looked coldly down. Along the chill east Orion had drawn his glittering blade. Above the snowy mountains a melancholy waning moon was swinging. Thejvalley was'full of mists, white iand shinipg where 'the light fell upon it, a vaporous purple where the shadows held sway. So still it was! the only motion in all the world the throb bing stars and her palpitating heart. So solemnly silent t It was a relief, as she trudged on and on, to note a gradual change; to watcji the sky withdraw, seem ing fainter; to ee the moon grow filmy, like some figment of the frost; to mark the gray mist ? steal on apace, swathe mountain, valley, and heaven with mystic folds, shut out all vision of things famil iar. Through it only the sense of dawn could creep. She recognizefd the locality; her breath was short, her itep quickened. She ap peared, like an Apparition out of the mists, close to a fencti, and peered through the snow-laden rail. A sudden pang pierced her heart. For there, mflking the cow, she saw, all blooming in th? snow herself ; the azalea like girl she haii been ! She had not known how dear to her was that bright yoig identity she remembered. She had not realized how far it had gone from her. She felt a forlorn changeling looking upon hpr own estranged estate. A faint cry eicaped her. The cow. with lifted head and-a mut tered low of surprise, moved out of reach of the milker, who. half kneeling upon the ground, stared iwith wide bine eyes at her ghost in the mist. There was a (pause. It was only a mo ment before Madeline spoke; it seemed years, so "charged it was with retrospect. " I kem ovet hyar ter hev a word with ye," shcaid. At the sound of a human voice, Luke Todd's wife struggled to her feet. She held the piggjn with one arm encircled abont it, and I with the other hand the clutched the pjaid shawl around her throat. Her bright hair was tossed by the rising wind. ' "I 'lowed I'd find ye hyar a-milkin' 'bout now." i The homelymllusion reassured the young er woman. , Continued on fourth page.)
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