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83 88 E3 8 83 88 S3 83 83 83 83 88 88 83 88 88 The FallWB ill ' of Pompey 88 3 .". S3 A Story of The Blue and 88 The Gray. 88 88 83 88 88 CHAPTER I. The soldier guard at General Brun dage's place, which lay on the Tamun key river, loitered on the bank with a string of freshly caflght sea trout In his hand. The distant boom of cannon at the front rolled low. thunder, and Tom Wentworth'3 heart reeked with discontent. It was epic and not idyl which he craved. He turned bis head .By U. T. FERRIS. 88 Copyright, 1900, by gg G. T. FERRIS. u ,88 88 S3 83 SS 83 about this Yankee soldier. Auntie ram?" she remonstrated. '' "Better let Uncle Jonas act for you." Tolly estl mated fitness of favor in this instance to be its bestowal at the end of a pair of tongs. "Lord Chesterfield regyards polite ness to one's inferiors as the finest test of good breedin," answered the spin ster, with a bridling of her thin Beck and a look of reproach. "X , "Bother Lord Chesterfield!" said the hostility of lier face, but Bhe hadn't forgotten the morning episode and took not part in the table talk; "Ah," sighed the elderly maiden, "if waw could only be. waged by pussons of gentle blood an tempered with the fine cyurtesies of speech an deed! Sure ly, Mr. Wentworth, your own 'family name bespeaks descent most as good as that of our own Virginia gentry." "My forbears and their people, I be lieve," said Tom carelessly, "have cut some figure in New England for a cou ple of centuries, but that doesn't count for so much in the north." Miss Brundage fluttered her cork screw curls at this plebeian point of view, and so the modest feast slid on toward its end, with the lady's maun derings and Tom's strain between po lite replies and his keener desire to ward the fine, weary old face and the equally speechless Polly, whose lnshes, however, sometimes opened wide nshine of laughter In the wells unveiled at the spinster's flights. At last gar rulity harked home to the Brundage pedigree and remembered that a Hun- at a rustling. "Good morning. Miss roily." raising irreverent Polly. "Do lot that pom his cap. "I have n mess of fish here for ! pous 0id fool sleep in his tomb, auntie. Aunt Chloe's iryiug pan. "W hen did I become 'Miss Polly' to the Yankee gyard of my grandfather's plantation?" the girl flashed out as she stepped into full view. j i.. 4i.inL-1 rMitfrfipll! i lit 11 1 . All 11 Ull 1 1! 1 J.1 ii. uvt x. w she went on, with kmanng eye. wu.11 all his minciu airs an graces, would 'a' bowed down an smirked befo' a ba' barous foe? No! He'd 'a whipped ':.;;?f:?:.::H::J:::i: ::"'iv.:-!'i.-:!! !: ,:-.'.l.:: i in--. li--- i it.--:::.. --r ...? Tom Wentworth tank to the ground. viercea bii a bullet. Ker-Hcntwonn or .New Hampsuire mvi ia(je. Jt wouia go sorelv against the grain to fire on his own uniform, though that uniform had been dis- It was a charming apparition despite j out his rapier an stabbed 'cm to the the battered straw hat, the faded glng- i heart." And she threw her lithe grace ham eown and the hideously cobbled ! into fencine position and made a shoes wherewith faithful Uncle JonTis, ! thrust with her switch as if she would j the family factotum, had striven to ; have nked to skewer President Lincoln eke out a scanty wardrobe. This Federal cavalry trooper, not long out of college, could think of nothing but eome fabled hamadryad Just emerged from the cloven bark of the big oak. As they turned, each with a sense of ; keen irritation, the soldier picked up Polly Brundage's hat, which had fallen, ; n'lowlng countless motes of gold to sh'ne aureolelike on her silky topknot. She took the straw monstrosity with a , gingerly little fist and an arctic "Thank : you," and suddenly an impish fancy seized her, for this was a maid of moods, whose pride was not proof against Irrepressible bubbles of mirth and mischief. Not far away squatted two half grown negro boys, frowning with incipient war over a half ripe watermelon. "Pyonipey, Casar. cyome heah right now!" called Polly, and she placed than in pose of combat. Pompey, the bully of the plantation Juveniles, had often hammered Cfesar to submission, and Polly folt sure of her champion. "Now. Pyompey. you stand for our brave Confederacy, an you must fight like a hero In a great cyause, for Caesar Is the no'th, an if you don't whip him" the lad's quaking soul foreboded the uncompleted sentence. The clash of the champions as they butted and wres tled and thrashed each other with windmill strokes was scarcely Homer ic, but a pretty mill of its kind. At last Pompey stumbled and went to grass, whereupon the unchivalrous Ca-sar. with memories of contumely and defeat festering In his black bos om, knelt on the squirming body and pommeled It with a tattoo of thwacks. At last Pompey, all oth?r thoughts blotted out by the play of those ruth less fists, bawled out, "I gives in. nig gah." and. once released, scuttled away over field and fence. No words can do Justice to the storm of Polly's spirit. All glimmer of hu mor faded as the battle waxed, while her wide eyes were full of woe, and the absurd was blown away in the terror of a portent. There was something pa thetic in her quivering eagerness nd the dismay which darkened over the close of the vicarious strife. Big drops swelled in Polly's eyes, and she raged and all his cenerals at one fell coup. "Oh, Polly," moaned the shocked Aunt Pnm. melting into a drizzle of : tears, "one of the wust things about your goiu to a seminary an acquirin the polish of your long line or uisun eulshed ancestors!" Whereupon Hue young woman with hug and kiss sootlvj stamped alert authority. ed the spinster into her wontea caim. Tom. nonderlnsr much, leaned on the married into the Brundages about the time of the Revolution. "So perhaps you may be our fahaway kinsman." she simpered. Uncle Jonas had been fanning the files from his master's face, and, inter preting a glance, he hobbled out. Di rectly again his footstep limped on the walk, succeeded by a clang of rifle butts on the bricks and a harsh, "Gim me that, old ebony!" Tom leaped from the end of the porch and faced a burly ruffian in blue, decanter in hand, with half a dozen men at his back. , "This place Is under Federal guarvl. jnd I warn you off the property." he said sternly, but how bitterlv lie tie- STOVES! COOK We sell them with all neces sary vessels at 18.25, f 10.00, 112.00 and $15.00. Sewing Machines! How -would yon lite a DROP HEAD machine at 16. 75? We can furnish jou one at this price. The Weather ! ! J this awful waw is that it prevented -adored the lack of saber and pistol. left in his quarters, for instinct foresaw a Crisis, and no sharpness of word could rival that bristle of weauons which V iio, 110 - sneered the big marauder, who wore a corporal's stripes, though rickety gate opening into the grass regimental marks had been removed from the cap. "That s all in my eye. Yer one o' the downy coves, I s'pose, that spots all the soft 'snaps.' while we hev to do the fightln an get chucked Into the guardhouse fur a little fun. Ther's too much o' protectin the rebels anyway, an we hain't here fur nuthin today; so, Mr. Cavalryman, ye'd better Jest shet yer teeth an yer bloomin eyes ef yer wise an vally yer own skin." The already half drunken rascal took a big pull of the "peach" in the decan ter and passed it to one of his gang, while he laid a hand on Tom's arm, which the latter shook fiercely off and with a couple of bounds was again on the porch, with the look of a wolf de fending the cave where its cubs lay. He knelt on the isquirmingbody and pom meled it with a tattoo vf thwacks. with the suspicion that this northern Invader was laughing in bis sleeve. But all waggish impulse had fled from his sympathetic heart as he felt how sorely smitten n beautiful young wom an had been by the outcome of staking the anxieties of a great cause on the soothsaying of a bagatelle. "Don't feel so about this trifle. 'Twas a mere accident." said Tom. his voice mellowed by an Indescribable feeling. She started as if a hornet had stuug her. "Never speak to me again, you wretch V she flung back at him over her shoulder, hastening toward the house with as quick a pace as com ported with smarting dignity. The soldier scowled at the back of the offended young Diana. "Don't fret yourself. Miss Brundage. I shan't weep over it." CHAPTER II. inis episode, with Its tragl-farcleal Interlude, had been the first tete-a-tete of the. couple. The spinster. Miss Pa mela Brundage. absorbed as she was In nursing her paralytic father, whose babble ouly his own family could con strue, had shrewdly guessed that the soldier guard was something more than the "miserable Yankee hireling" cm-rent; in- southern phrase. Pride In the family tree, her ruling passion, was matched by a kindliness which sweet ened it to the core.; . "Perhaps Mr. Wentworth" 'twas thus she was wont to put It "would like some. readin to beguile his time." And, with much "condescending flour ish of language; she gave him sundry volumes of Shakespeare, Dryden, Pope and Addison, which, with similar old fashioned classics, made up the stock of a southern gentleman's library of the period. Polly's fine eyes had shot daggers of scorn at this complaisance. "Why should you trouble yourself grown lane on the afternoon or tnc C-psarian victory. Uncle Jonas hob bled up to him with the weight of an empire puckering hi3 wizened face. Every kink of. snowy wool had bris tled on this ancient servitor's head when he had. been Informed of Pom pey's heinous crime. Major domo of the meager following which waited on fallen Brundage fortunes, their wreck had not abated his sense of the family Importance. Shaking his rheumy fist at the distant woods and talking ve hemently to himself about "dat mls'bul niggah Pomp," he scarcely noticed the 6oldier's presence. "Hello. Uncle Jonas." said Tom. "I hope you're not going to give Pompey another licking when he comes back." "Fo de Lawd. Mars' Yank." the old man replied solemnly. "Missy Polly drefful mad. 'cos she 'spec-ted Pomp to w'op. an it war 'e's duty to w'op an do w'at missy fink. She lak to hab 'cl own way, lak all de Brundages, an fo' w'y not? Das alius de rite way w'at de Brundages want. Lawd 'a massy, dars Mars' Wat, 'e pssifer in Mars' Ginnul Stuart's calbary now." and Uncle Pompey waxed garrulous. "Wen 'e war yomg. nubbudy c'ud put a bit in 'e's mouf 'cep ole Mars' Ginnul, 'e's gran'pa, 'fo' he done gone up norf to Wes' Pint, 'e war dat beyutiful ram pagyus. Yassah. 'e de best young mars' ev' was. an Missy Polly jes' lak 'em. W'y. Mars' Wat. 'e'd Jes' cut a sassy niggah ober de 'al? wid 'e's w'ip an den gib 'em a dollah. Yassah, das w'at he done. Yo' sh'ud jes' see de cap'en now. E carry s'o'd six foot long. Pray de Lawd yo' nebber cum 'fo' 'em. W'y. 'e slice yo' 'aid jea' lak watermlllion." "What an ogre to eat up little boys!" laughed Tom. "Well, I shall have to be on my guard against your head slicing captain." "Uncle Jonas, Uncle Jonas, I want you!" called a voice from the house. and Tom saw Miss Pamela Brundage beckoning. The old fellow shuffled away, to return again with the Impor tance of an embassador. Bowing as low as his rusty joints would serve, he said: "Yo'se greatly 'onnf.hed. Mars' Yank, I 'sub yo'. Dey family ax de J plalshar nb yo' company at deh own i dmnau table at ro dis a ternoon. spects 'twar dat fish, de fust trout ub de yare," he mumbled discontentedly, yet smacked his toothless gums. Tom accepted his novel billet and went to his quarters In an outbuilding to smart en his toilet. His meals had always been served to him alone, and now he was to be the guest of threadbare gen tility. His pulse quickened a heartbeat or two in spite of himself at the thought of Tolly. The board spread on the front porch carried a glitter of old family plate on the curiously darned and bepatched cloth. The fried fish was flanked with a savory platter of bacon and greens, and appetite pricked sharply at their homely bidding. A stately wreck of a man sat In the wheeled chair at the foot. Brilliant black eyes, still afire with indomitable spirit, gave the lie to twitching features and rigid limbs, and there was something which went to the heart in the struggle to lift an Im potent hand in salute. His thick tongue broke into k splutter of sounds, and his daughter translated to the soldier guest: "The general thanks you for your cyurtesy an desires to apologize that he eyan't talk with you. My father, you know, suh, is greatly afflicted." A world of impatient scorn spoke In the paralytic eyes, as one disdaining any overt sympathy, and the strong young soldier fancied he could read those sparkling glances: "The clay is cnainea rast, but the will and spirit are" a-saddle, leading a column of sa bers in the thick of the war game." The eloquence of his look softened to another mood as it was bent, on the frank intelligence of Tom's aspect. His own grandson, the last to uphold the honor of his name, like this fine north erner and enemy, was part of the dreadful machinery forever lacerating and crushing out lives. Both, too, might within a few weeks be its vic tims, with cold faces turned up to the cold sky. The sad irony of that regard embarrassed young Wentworth, but he replied to Miss Brundage's words with quick tact "I happen to know a little of General Brundage's past. He has done .so much in peace and war that on our side we should quite rejoice he can't be active against us were it not that his own suffering is the gaoler' Miss Brundage beamed "trraeimislv. and even Polly, drumming her little toe just opposite, relaxed the sullen CHAPTER III. The Intruders wavered and counseled before scattering over the place in quest of plunder. Tom whispered to 'oily, and her eyes flashed bravely back to his us she nodded and darted Into the big hall, where such of the ne groes as could had gathered for shelter. She gave directions to Csesar, who scurried out of the rear door to reach- the soldiers quarters unseen if possi ble. The leader and a couple of the rascal crew came now to the front and greedily eyed the silver on the table and the sparkle of a ring on the clench ed hand of Polly, who stood defiantly by her grandfather's chair. I shall hev to report ye to yer com- mandln officer fur bein on guard wltl- out yer belt." said the corporal, with a mocking smile, "my dandy boss sojer. I'm good mind to court marshil ye here myself, but we hain't time. I'm r'ally 'shamed o' ye, though, fur the sake o" the discerpllne o' the army. I'm a great stickler fur discerplme, he went on. with drunken humor. Just then one of his party rushed up. dragging the scowling Cscsar by the ear, with Tom's weapons hanging on their belt over his arm. ine corporal, witu a great cnuc- kle of laughter, slipped off his own and buckled on the cavalry belt. Our soldier, finding I imself stripped of his arms under conditions of such deadly insult, burning with rage and humiliation unspeakable, stood speech less, madly impelled to hurl himself against this jeering devil at any risk to himself. But for the sake of others be dared not yet force the issue aud could only wait on the turn of the cards. The rogues bad laid their rifles on the grass and gaihcred close, grinning at the fun of such congenial comedy. "We'll pay that nigger we found t'other side o' the wo.xls fur tellin us 'bout this soft 'lay' by freein 'em from slavery, fur slavery is an orful. orful crime, an ole 'horns and boor Tl git ye fur it, ye wicked ole man, as he's already on to ye with both claws, I see." The corporal, tickled at his own con ceit, shook his finger with mock re proach at General Brundage. Tho help less Virginian's face was empvupled, his eyes bloodshot with the storm ' which rended him within, this old m&r who had the strength of a baby acu the wrath of a Titan, till.caidinj? tears rolled down his face in his torture. "A gal, -too, as handsome as a prize doll at a church fair. Waal. I say. we hev struck It rich, boys!" The ruffian, leering at Tolly, threw a kiss to her with his dirty paw. and ascended the steps to approach tnc ramuy group. Wentworth instantly shaped his plan. He allowed himself to be rudely jos tled as the man lurched by toward Polly, but with a motion of lightning he snatched the pistol from its holster and felled the rascal with a smashing stroke of the butt. Before the gaping trio could shake off their daze he stood between them and their guns, with leveled six shooter In hand. "Quick, Ca?sar, a rifle there, and stand readv!" he sang to the black boy, who had watched the spectacle with big eyes, and scarcely had this recruit armed himself when another tumbled over the fence and clutched a second gun. un a gusn oi penitence,' rom pey had followed the marauders from the woods. "1'ze a wicked niggah, mars'," he blubbered. "Dem Unioners gwlne to shoot me, an I tole um 'bout Mars' Ginnul. But I'ze fight now, 'deed I will." And he pulled the trigger with such remorsef id zeal as to send the bullet humming far wide of its mark. The stupor of the rascals was broken by the shot, and they scuttled like rab bits around the far side of the porch to Join their comrades, busy in plundering hen roost and smokehouse. The shot upset Wentworth's calcula tions. He had fancied that the gang, deprived of their leader and confronted with arms, would retire without fur ther mischief. Now he dreaded a fusil- graced by its wearers, and be would be clearly within the Hue of his duty. But fate took the problem out of bis hands The jingling of scabbards smote the ear sharply, for the grass grown road had muffled the nearing hoof beats Carbine shots and yells rang put as a squad of gray coated troopers rode to the gate, while others pursued such of the flying thieves as had not dropped What wonder ti at in the confusion of the scene shots flew at the solitary blue figure standing, sword in hand, on the grass! Tom Wentworth sank to the ground, pierced by a bullet, and Tolly, who had watched the swiftly changing drama with heart in her mouth, felt a mist swim over her senses. Blind to all else, she sprang from the piazza and bent over the hud dled heap of blue, the hero who had fallen for her and hers. What matter to her now whether he wore blue or gray! "Polly, Polly, what does all this mean?" said a familiar voice, and she looked up Into the face of. her brother, who commanded the troopers. "He, this soldier, the Federal gyard," panted the girl "he saved us from those wretches, an now you have killed him for it, Walter. An I. only this mornin, I hated him an cyalled him bad names," whimpered poor Tolly. "I'm sorry." said Walter Brundage, "for that missent shot, but It couldn't be helped. Anything blue, you know. Is a magnet for bullets." And he took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly. "Good God, look at grandfather!" Full of an awful dread, the pair ran to the porch. General Brundage was dead. literally slain by the violence rf his own wrath and outraged pride, a thin Is gradually turning cooler. Why not make yourself and family comfortable by buying one of onr ART SQUARES? Big assortment of RUGS just received. Do You Want A good easy going Rocking Chair at a low price? May b you don't care tobny but would like to sec them, then come, your call will be appreciated. K. J. & H. L. CARFENTER. The Home Fcrxishers. 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Sample copies of either! the grief stricken faces of the Brun- upon application. aage lauies ooweci over tne cnair, where the majesty of death was throned, and the sympathetic group of gray troopers standing apart. It seem ed to belong to the Imagery of a dream. Then the torturing pain racked him and cleared his brain for a space. lie heard the words of command ordering the body of the marauder, which had been tumbled from the porch, to be dragged away. That was beyond the mending of the gallows tree or the surgeon's trephine. "I have no time to mourn," said the Confederate captain, with a studied control of his voice. "Two hours more. an we must ride. I barely got leave to cyome, an it was to sr.ch a grief as this! Tomorrow at dawn" he glanced about as If even there he would hedge In a perilous secret "we attack the Federal right with crushln odds, for 'Stonewall' Jackson lias arrived with his whole army to strengthen General Lee, an the Yankees suspect nuthin. 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C, this is to notify all f-i.-jii3 Jiavmg eiaims against the estate of said deceased to exhibit them to the undersigned on or before the 23rd day of Jannarv. 1902. or thia ble movement. The pressure of facts pleaded in bar of their recovery. All Tw1Aj,tv. um. lunui-un , u.uu uuu imua iiiuuiCU IU balU CKimO Will PiCESr iceiing ciasueu wnn mc impact o.t an- iu.vik.tj lmiueuiaic payment. This 23rd clay of January, 1901. w. la. axd G. W. Long, Executors. other. "I don't know what to do with this man. Were he one of those mis creants a few minutes would settle it." His look of interrogation was answer ed by the nod of a tall sergeant. "But the fellow's wounded an has done ns right gyallant service, even If 'twere his duty. By heaven, the problem's maddenin! two women heah NOTICE. Having qualified as adminimor J. K. Lynch, deceased, I will sell at his old home place on Saturday, March the 9th, 1901, the following lots of produce, to wit. :1 700 bimliolc f 1 I cyant leave him with less; 175 bushels ref corn? more or lean; l eyan't send him in- less: 100 bushels wheat and to Richmond; he cyan't be returned to less; 6000 bundles of fodder more or less ; his own lines." Captain Brundage 20 bushels of peas, more or leca l s mill ions ot molasses, more or less- , ' , T. M. Lynch, Admr. February 6th, 1901. C- Eskridge. twisted his mustache in moody vexa tion. "1 11 settle that, Walter. He must stay heah." Polly's eyes were swlm- NOTICE. ming with the grief that would have Its Waving .Iltvl,( , . .. w Hcfm;r.v,! m.t ??xlavi,nF l?m appointed under the will ..-j. t""" oi, ana naving qualified as executrix of through their mist, and her voice rang James Griswold, deceased, late of Ruth clear. "My face "u'd shame me In the erford county N. C, this is to" notify all glass If the house which he defended persons havine claima n m . ' w hhiuov iuc aiv didn't give this brave man shelter an or airt deceased, to exhibit them to the nursin. An he's out there, perhaps dv- tiudersigned on or before the 13th day In now. He must be cared for at once. Don't you see, deah old Wattle, ther's nuthin else In honah?" Walter succumbed gloomily to logic and gratitude, but with a wrench, for he boded vague mischief. As Tom Wentworth, only half conscious In his growing pain, was borne by on a shut ter into the house he felt a touch, light as a leaf, from a warm little hand on his, and somehow that redhot auger In his side didn't bore quite so fiendishly. of February 1902 OT this notice wiU ficmu-uin oar or their recovery. All persons indebted to said t hii V; Ke immediate payment. Mt?IEHw". Executrix - 1 y OI eb., 1601. (CONTINUED KEXT WEEl. ) WM. F. RUCKER, Attorney & Counseller at Law Rutherfordton. X. C. 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