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Not a hint of his future intentions
reached the daughter, and he did not
mean that she should know his plans
until he could no longer keep them
secret. V

Up to the second year of the war, when
she was seventeen, he had failed to dis-
cover that she had a thought of love.
Sharp as Stephen Graham thought him-
self, Cupid had outwitted him.

Among those who had an errand occa—
sionally at the farmhouse was Guy Tracy,
a young man of twenty, the son of a wid-
ow, and as lithe of limb and strong of
heart as any man in the country. The
widow was not rich, but she was far
from being poor, and Guy was an only
child. If his mother was proud of him
she had many reasons to be, for he was
a filial son, keeping only such company
as he might bring to his own fireside
without a blush.

There was no understanding, no en-
gagement between Guy Tracy and Mollie
Graham until two years after she had
seen him ride away to war as Captain
Tracy. It was a quiet neighborhood
around the mountain, and the farmer
did not fear to see his daughter ride out
during the long summer afternoons, nor
did he question her route. If she rode
to the Tracy farm, and rejoiced with the
widow over the success of the colonial
arms, or wept with her at Washington’s
disasters, reading a friendly letter from
Guy, and writing one in return, the fath-
er knew nothing of it.

At his own fireside, as at the country
store on the corner, Stephen Graham
was loud in his denunciation of the reb-
els, and strong in his support of the
British cause. He could not expect his
daughter to exhibit his rancor, on the
one hand, and his admiration on the
other, but the idea that she might pos-
sibly not agree with his sentiments in
general never came to his mind. Given
the choice, he would rather have seen her
carried to the grave than to have known
that she supported the cause of the col-
onists. _ -

One day, three years and more after
the breaking out of the war, Mollie found
a visitor at the Tracy house; Guy had
come home with a bullet in his shoulder;
and there he was, with his arm in a
sling and his white face showing his
sufferings. There had been friendship
and admiration before—there were love
and pity now. They hardly knew how
it came about; but they had promised
each other and were very happy before
Mollie rode homeward.

Could Stephen Graham have disposed
of his property at this time, he would
have left the country. He stood alone
among his neighbors, hating and being
hated; and the cause of the king pros-
pered so slowly, that he had his doubts
if royal rule would ever be re—estabs
lished in the Colonies. He was not so
content as in former years, and his
daughter had greatly changed from the
merry, light-hearted girl. But there
was no one to buy him out, and he must
either remain where he was or go away
and leave his home to fall into ruins.

So he remained, hoping that the end of
every month would be the end of the
war, sometimes cast down, sometimes
exultant, but always a Tory in thought
and speech.

Guy’s wound healed after a time, and
he went back to the army. The weeks

dragged to months, and the months made

years, and yet the cause of the Colonists
was not established, and the time seemed
as far distant as when the first blow
was struck. Guy came home once more,
wounded again as he led a gallant charge;
and this time, only a year before the
opening of our story, Stephen Graham
had his eyes open to the fact that his
daughter loved a rebel. The muttered
sentences of Crazy Dan gave him a hint
that Guy Tracy was home, and he made
bold to visit the widow’s farm. He
found his daughter there, and he found
that she loved the wounded captain.

“ We will go home, daughter! ” he
said, after his first shock of surprise,
and as they rode homeward, he contin—
ued:

“Have you promised to be his wife? ”

“ I have!” she answered.

“ And you intend to keep your prom;
ise? ”

H I  H
-' “I will see you buried first!” he ex-
claimed; “you should not marry him
even if he were not a rebel; and, daugh—
ter of mine as you are, I would become
your executioner before I would permit
you to wed one whose bullets'have struck
down the supporters of our good King
George! Banish all thoughts of him this
moment, for you have had your last
meeting»! ”

 

CHAPTER III.
THE CAPTAIN’S RETURN.

Fighting as they fell back, the colonial

forces along the southern line of the
State retreated before the advancing
forces of Cornwallis. The cavalry band,
commanded by Captain Tracy, was ord-
ered back to the Alleghany ridge, to pro—
tect their homes, and they were but a
few hours in advance of the British cav—
alry under Tarleton.
7 Guy had not seen his promised bride
for over a year. Ever since her father
ascertained that she loved the rebel he
had kept her almost like a prisoner.
Never since the day he found her at the
widow’s farmhouse had he referred to
the fact, nor had he pleaded with or
threatened her. What he had said he
had said, and his words could not be
revoked. The trust and confidence be-
tWeen them had been destroyed, and
both felt it, but she was no less a daugh-
ter to him, and he no less a father to
her.

Once in a great while she found oppor-
tunity to write and mail a letter to her
soldier-lover; and once in a while Crazy
Dan brought her an answer, which the
captain’s pen had traced.

“Wait until the war closes,” he would
write, “ then I shall come back and claim
you, if I am spared, no matter what ob—

, stacles stand in my path; ” and her an-

swer was always the same, “ I am wait—
ing.“ .
Stephen Graham saw none of these

letters, and as the months went by, he
almost forgot the unpleasant episode
which had so aroused him. Narrowly
watching his daughter, he came to be-
lieve that she had given up her rebel
captain, and that her love for him had
been but a m0mentary passion. Congrat-
ulating himself on the thought, he was
resolved that another opportunity to fall
in love with an enemy to his king should
never come to her.

“ Now for the end of the war!” he
said as he entered the house one day
after talking with a courier at the gate.
“The rebels are falling back like sheep,
and Cornwallis is coming this way with
his army! Before the week is out we
shall see plenty of red-coats riding by in
pursuit of the flying colonists!”

He noticed that she turned pale, and
he hastened to reassure her by saying:

“ We have no cause for fear; it isn’t
likely that there will be a battle near
here, because the rebels will be too
frightened to make a halt this side of
Virginia.”

He was exultant and enthusiastic, hav-
ing waited the news several years, but
she was strangely silent, and refused to
rejoice with him. Noticing this, he said:

“Why, one would think that you were
a. rebel yourself! ”

“ War is a terrible thing! ” she replied,
“ and no one should rejoice over wounds,
suffering, and death.”

Her heart beat faster at the thought
of the return of her lover, but ached as
she reflected that he might come back
to die. If the Colonists were retreating,
they would retreat no further than the
mountain in plain sight. The men would
halt there and defend their homes,
against all odds, and the smoke of battle
might even enshroud the farmhouse.
They were coming back, and in less
than half a day after Stephen Graham
gave his daughter the news that small
parties of American cavalry were riding
past the farmhouse. In less than twen-
ty-four hours the command of Captain
Tracy had passed at a gallop, hurrying
to remove the women and children in
the farmhouses along the base to safe
quarters in the heart of the mountain.
Their guidons were hardly out of sight
before three companies of British caval-
ry, pursuing under the personal lead of
Tarleton, halted in front of the farm-
house.

The farmer was at the gate to wave
his hat, and cheer and welcome them.
When it was ascertained that the Colon—
ists had had time to reach the mountain,
Tarleton swung himself from his horse,
saying:

“ We will rest and recruit to-night, and
to-morrow we will advance and leave a
heap of ashes to mark the site of every
house and cabin along the range.”

They were welcome guests, and while
the rank and file were quartered in the
fields, the officers took possession of the
house. The daughter had witnessed their
arrival, but she had not rejoiced with her
father. Hastening to her chamber, she
would have avoided them if possible, but
he forced her to go down-stairs, and act
the part of hostess. 

“ My daughter, gentlemen,” he said, as
he led her into the parlor where the rude
men were lounging, smoking and drink-
ing.

“ Hip! hip! hip! " they cried, stamping
their feet in admiration, and all rose up
and insisted on shaking hands. The
father was a little put out at their rude-
ness, but he found excuses for their con-
duct, and when he could speak to her
privately he said:

“ I desire you to look as charming as
you can, and to be as friendly as you
may, for it is not often that we shall have
such distinguished company. There is
hardly one of the officers who will not
have a title some day, and your future
husband may be among them.”

Outside her father’s house she would
have called them ruflians, but the rules
of hospitality forced her to act as host—
ess and provide for their ‘hunger. The
servants ran here and there, food was
prepared, the farmer passed around his
liquors, and the house soon had the ap-
pearance of a country tavern. -
Among the ofiicers Was a Captain Lisle,
a man of thirty, whose gross featpres,
ioaferish swagger, and familiar talk
would haveexcitedI-contempt in the mind
of any woman. He had been loudest in
cheering the farmer's daughter, and rud-
est in his speech of welcome, and a feel-

ing of deep aversion was at once created

toward him. Yet, what struck the daugh-
ter so unpleasantly had the opposite
effect upon the father. He saw in the
captain a true type of the British soldier
if not the British gentleman, and while
listening to the officer’s exaggerated stor-
ies of his personal prowess, the farmer
almost forgot that any one else: was
present. As the two sat at the table,
both the worse for liquor, the officer Said:
“ You have a lovely daughter—the
handsomest woman I ever saw."

“ Yes, and she’s as good as she is hand-
some,” replied the father, a little proudly.
“ And she has no lover? ” inquired the
captain.

“ Lots of them, but she loves no one in
return."

“ How would a captain in his Majesty’s
service suit you for a son—in-law? ” con-
tinued the Soldier.

“By George! I should be proud of
you!” exclaimed the farmer, extending
his hand; “you have my permission to
pay your addresses to her, and after the
war we will all go back to England to-
gether! ” _

It was a Speech which Farmer Graham
would not have thought of making under
any other circumstances. The Worse for
drink, exulting in the success of the
king’s arms, and feeling that there were
no better men than English soldiers, he
lost his sober senses.

The news went around the table that
Captain Lisle had “ arranged " to become
son—in-law to the hospitable host, and
the men clattered their glasses and.
cheered.

“Here’s to Mollie Lisle!" cried one,
holding up his glass, and all drank.
Standing in the other room, only a‘few
feet away, the girl had heard enough to

 

might have been foolish under the influ-
ence of his excitement, she knew that he
had long entertained the hope that she
would wed a British ofi‘icer, and that,
when his sober moment came, he would
not repent of his action. In allhis plan-
nings he had never taken her feelings
into consideration. He was to select the
husband and she was to be the bride,
whether she loved or abhorred.

Distressed and fearful, the girl was
wondering what step to take, when some
one touched her arm. It was Crazy Dan,
and his eyes sparkled with anticipation
as he whispered:

“ Captain Tracy sent me; he is. all
safe; he says he will come some night
and see you!”

“Daniel!” she whispered, seizing his
arm and speaking earnestly, “can you
find the captain this evening? ”

“ Yes’m."

“ Then go back and tell him, if he has
a hundred men, to come down the road
to-night and fall upon these red-coats!
Tell him that the oflicers will be in the
house. If you .do this I will buy you a
sword! ”

“ I will! I will! ” he whispered, leaping
around. “Oh! it’ll be so nice to have a.
big sword, and to jingle it, and slash and
cut! I’ll come back with him and see
the fight!”

[To be continued]

 

 

THE OLD HOMESTEAD.

BY 11. ELLIOTT MCBRIDE.

 

 

I see again the old home nest—the house
upon the hill,
And down below, amid the trees, the an-
, cient rumbling mill,
The tow’ring rock, the grassy slope, the
water in its flow——
They all come back unto me now as in
the long ago.

The sun has sunk behind the hills, the
night is coming on;

The light is fading in the west and soon
it will be gone.

Adown the vale I hear again the lowing
of the kine.

While up' the path, with solemn tread,
they homeward march in line.

I see again the old beech tree that stood

beside the spring;

And on the lower branch, I see, the same

old grapevine swing,

many happy hours were spent in

that delightful shade;

'Twas there we danced and leaped and
sung, ’twas there our games we
played.

Ah!

The orchard slope, the grassy knoll, the
maple in the lane,

The golden-rods beside the fence,
fields of waving grain; »

The old long clock behind the door, my
mother’s old arm-chair;

I see them all as in the past when I was
free from care.

the

I linger near‘ the little brook that mur-

murs through the mead,

And watch the waters leap and play as
down the slope they speed; '

I live again thehappy pasts—the past so.

dear to me,

When life was one long summer day, so

joyous, bright and free.

Buffalo Bill’s Death Deal

on, THE

Wandering Jew of the Wild West.

—-—

BY COL. PRENTISS INGRAHAM.

 

 

CHAPTER XXXIV.
BUFFALO BILL'S BOLD STAND.

It was a critical moment there in the
little camp in the timber.
The moon beamed down serenely now
upon the men and their faces, moved by
the feelings that swept over them.
The fire revealed all distinctly.
The cooks preparing supper paused in
their work to take part either for or
against the daring scout, who in the
discharge of what he deemed duty would
be turned aside by no man or men.
Hercules Dan stood there with hands
upraised, trembling with rage and fear,
livid and. waiting.
And Buffalo Bill now had a revolver
in each hand.
These whom he" had supposed would
aid him against lawlessness were now
opposed to him at least four of the group
of now nine men had so declared them-
selves,, siding with Hercules Dan, mak-
ing five.
Captain Benson thus far had said noth—
ing. He was a quiet man, slow to move,
and did not fly off the handle, so to
speak.
There were three men there who
awaited his decision as to whether Buf-
falo Bill should hold Hercules Ned as a
prisoner. ,
So it was about the camp-fire, while out
in the partial shadow no one noticed
that there was an onlooker upon the
scene.
It was the Red Buffalo, and he had
hopped on one foot to a place near, and
had the scout’s revolver in hand and
ready.
There was no doubt as to who he
would take sides with. I
“ Boys, does this scout run this camp,
or do we—one against nine of us now? "
cried Hercules Dan.
“ We run it,” cried the first man who
had sided with the big bully.
“ Hold on there, for I have a word to
say,” called out Buffalo Bill, and they
gave him attention.
“Do not in your desire to protect a
criminal forget that you are doing so
against an officer of the law, for I wear
the shield of a United States Marshal,
and my duty is to put down the lawless
clan. ~

“ You may kill me, yes, for you are
big odds against me, but you shall never
rescue this man, for at the first hostile
movement I shall send a bullet through
his coward heart, and I advise you to
shoot quick, or I’ll send some of the rest
of you on the same road he takes.

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It was a magnificent picture, that one
man standing at bay before many, and
so thought even those who opposed him.

But it changed from the sublime to the
'ridiculous in the twinkling of an eye, as,
having heard what Buffalo Bill had
threatened, the “ bone of contention "
yelled out pleadingly:

“ For God’s sake, boys, don’t move or
he’ll shoot me—-I_know him! ” »

A laugh brokevforth at the eagerly-
uttered words of Hercules Dan, and then
Captain Benson spoke:

“Let this stop right here, men!

“Mr.- Cody is right, if Hercules Dan
did as he says, and we cannot doubt him.
As an officer of the law he has the right
to arrest him, and we can but support,
not oppose him.

“ Then, men, you forget that the scout
recaptured our horses for us, the booty
the Indians took, and has already done
much to avenge us, so we must be with,
not against, him. What is your will,
Scout Cody? ”

“ I intend to secure this man, to pre-
vent more trouble while he is in this
camp—no, I will make him safe,” and
in a second Buffalo Bill had grasped the
arms of Hercules Dan, drew them behind
his back, and slipped upon the wrists.
with a snap a pair of small steel hand-
cuffs. ‘

“I have to go prepared, sir,” be ex-
plained to Captain Benson, and then
added:

“ Now he’s safe, and at liberty to move
about, only I warn him if he causes more
trouble I shall hold him a prisoner and
carry him to Fort Platte with me—ah,
Red Buffalo, you there? ” and the scout’s
eyes fell upon the Indian hopping back
to his blanket bed.

He made no reply, but all knew why
he had come, and men cast strange looks
at each other.

Again turning to Reuben Benson, Buf-
alo Bill said:

“ Now, captain, let me tell you that
while you were away I was fired upon
by a man who wounded me slightly and
cut a finger off for the redskin.

“I pursued and met him, but assured
of my man by the tracks of his horse and
his own bootprints, I made him a pris-
oner, and he is yonder, tied to his saddle
and his horse staked out, but upon my
return to camp I saw far across the plain
a body of Indian horsemen coming this
way.

“ They are some fifty in number, have

evidently met their comrades retreating
on foot, and are lying in wait to attack
us to-night, not supposing that they
have been discovered.”
“Ah! this is news, and we must pre-
pare for them; but we follow your lead,
iVIr. Cody,” said Captain Benson, earnest-
y.

 

CHAPTER XXXV.
IN IRONS.

The men quickly acquiesced in the
words of their captain, that they were
willing to follow Buffalo Bill’s lead.
Several of them had not had experience
in fighting redskins, and others that had
realized that it was no child’s play. '
The news of the scout, that the retreat-
ing redskins on foot had met aforce of
their own comrades, and would return
to strike a blow for their revenge, nat-
urally believing the whites would not
expect to be attacked, quite excited the
little band under Captain Benson, and
all were eager that» Buffalo Bill should
lead them out of their danger.
“I wish you had been with us this.
afternoon, Mr. Cody, for you know In-
dians so well we would not have been led
into a trap by them,” said Captain Ben—
son, and he told the story of their being
ambushed. .
“Your mistake was in not having a
scout locate the Indians beyond the rise,
and still making a pretense of pursuing
them so as to scatter them completely,”
said the scout. Then he added: “ You
are nine now, I believe.’ .
“Eight without Hercules Dan.”
“ Count him also, for at the proper time
I shall transfer those manacles from his
hands‘to his feet, and he will have to
fight; but I shall warn him that I shall
stand no nonsense.” ‘
“ Nor shall I, Mr. Cody,” assured Cap—
tain Benson. “The, prisoner; I have I
will also manacle about the ankles, for,
fortunately, I go prepared for just such
as he, and he must also fight, as his life
is at stake as well as ours.” '
“ And we’ll make the Injun fight, too,”
said the man who had taken the part of
Hercules Dan against the scout.
Buffalo Bill turned upon him and“ said
calmly: ‘
“No, he_ shall not fight against his
own people and to prevent his rescue,
even if he would be guilty of doing such
a thing.”
‘~ “YOu are right, Mr. Cody, perfectly
right,” said Captain Benson, and. other
Rangers agreed with him, while the Red
Buffalo looked as though he had not
heard a word. ’ .
Turning to the Indian Buffalo Bill said
in his own language: ” The Red Buffalo
must be bound after he has had his sup-
per, for there are foes here who would
kill him, pretending he was trying to
escape.
“ If he is bound they will have no ex—
cuse.” '
“ Paehaska has spoken. The Red
Buffalo is his prisoner,” was the quiet
response, and he ate the supper one of
the men placed before him.
Bringing up his white prisoner, whom
he found tied in his saddle as he had left
him, Buffalo Bill asked;
“ Do any of you know this man? ”
“I have seen him in Grizzly Gulch,
but do not know him,” one of the men
answered.
“I know him. He is a gold hunter
known as Nugget Ned, and is an all
around man-killer,” Captain Benson re-
marked, adding:
“ I said I knew him, but not other than
what I have heard of him, and ,what
was said was never in his favor.”
“All right; he is ‘a prisoner, and I
make a serious charge against him-Tab!
what is it, Red Buffalo?” and Buffalo
Bill turned to the Indian, who had called
out to him somewhat excitedly.
In his own tongue the Red Buffalo
said: “I told Paehaska I saw the face

 

it was no Indian, but a paleface with a
blanket like blood.

“ That is the face the Red Buffalo saw,”
and the redskin.drew his hand over his
face to indicate that the man he saw
had a long beard. .

So had the prisoner. “And he has a.
red blanket, or one like blood, as the
Indian puts it, rolled up behind his sad-
dle; and, man, his boot-tracks fit those of
the man who fired upon us, one of the
heels having a half-broken horseshoe
upon it, as he has.

“ There is no doubt in my mind that
this is the man.”

“ Gentlemen, I appeal to you that there
is a mistake. I am an honest gold hunt-
er. This man heid me up and made me
his prisoner.

“ I am from Grizzly Gulch, and I hap-
pen to know that this scout was nearly
lynched there for murdering and robbing
a poor vagabond whom he suspected of
having gold. I ask you to set me free,”
and the prisoner turned toward the
Rangers.

- But Captain Benson quickly spoke up:

“ We know this scout and his record,
and that he is a Government officer, and
I happen to know something of you.

“ Of his arrest in Grizzly Gulch he has
told us, and he accuses you of firing on
him in camp to—day, and has arrested
you, so you are his prisoner and must
take the consequences.”

The man said no more, and Buffalo
Bill slipped a pair of manacles upon his
ankles, and then did the same ofiice for
Red Buffalo, which caused Hercules Dan
to mutter: . ‘

“Yer’ll all have ’em on by morning,
if you give him rope.”

 

CHAPTER XXXVI.
‘ ' TO FIGHT FOR LIFE.

Buffalo Bill laughed at the words of
Hercules Dan, which he overheard, and
sat down to eat his supper with Captain
Benson, after which a plan of action for
defending the camp was entered upon. _

“ The Indians I saw numbered at least
fifty horsemen, and they could not have
come by that trail without meeting those
who were retreating on foot.

“ They were a long way off, but my
glass revealed the number, and if they
did meet their comrades you may be cer—
tain, Captain Benson, that they took
them up behind them. «

This would add all of twenty to their
number, so we will have about seventy
to fight.”

“ And we, Mr. Cody, are but eleven.”
“ Yes, but I have fought greater odds
often ‘and won the fight.”

“ How far were they off? ”

" All of fifteen miles, and it has been-
nearly two hours since I saw them.

“ They have seen the camp fire, know,

and prepare to attack at dawn, for they
will not fight at night unless compelled
to-do so. » a
“ What I desire is to have the camp
appear as though not suspecting danger,
and we will drive the horses into a lariat

retire. , ‘

"I will go out and reconnoitre, and
then we will give the men their positions
and await the attack.

“ The prisoner, Nugget Ned, has a good ‘
long-range rifle, as I happen to know,
and you have the weapons of your two ~
comrades who were killed, so we will
have thirteen rifles in the fight for our
first volley, and our revolvers can do the
rest.

“ I will make a short scout now”to see.
just where they are and what about.” .
With this, Buffalo Bill left the camp
and began a reconnaisance, one and all
the men now glad to have him for their
leader in a fight that appeared to them
to be a most desperate undertaking.
Even Hercules Dan remarked to his
particular chum:

“ I'm right glad now that I didn’t get a
chance to kill Buffalo Bill, for without
him we’d just have been wipedout.

" If he lets me have my gun you bet
I’ll use it the best I can, and if we whips
the redskins, why, I’ll call it quits be-
tween us and shake hands; but I’m dead
sore on that Injun yonder."

. Buffalo Bill was gone for over half an
hour, and slipped into camp so quietly
no one knew he had come until he stood
in their midst. , .

Then he said: “ Captain Benson, I’ve
got to gag the Indian, for he would be-
tray to his comrades that we were aware
of their coming and ready for them, and
no one could blame him forit. .
“ He would warn them by a word or_
two, and that would spoil all——no, I’ll do .
better, for he might still warn them if
he suspected our intention.” '

“ Knife him,” growled the particular
friend of Hercules 'Dan. ,
" No, I am not built that way; but I,
have some morphine in my little med-
icine case, and I’ll drug his. coffee, so;
cook, give us a cup all round, for he has
his eyes upon us.” , ‘
The morphine was produced and some
put in one cup of coffee, the man Who
was serving as cook taking it to the red-
skin prisoner, who readily” drank it, for,
sometimes the white men can overmatch‘
the Indian in cunning. _

“ Now, Captain Benson,” said Buffalo
Bill, as he sipped his tin cup of coffee,
“ I wish to tell you that I got pretty near,
the Indians.

their ponies have been left far back to
prevent making their presence known.‘ ’
“ They are all there, the ones who were
retreating on foot having come back with
them, and they can see our camp fire
distinctly and forms moving about.

“ They sent out a couple of scouts
while I was watching them, and that.
made me come in. ‘
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timber, confining them with lariats, and
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points, to stampede our animalsas their
main force charges thecamp.

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and that will be from the plain, not the
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