Beadle's Pocket Library (no. 478) (1893 03 08)
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Tif ad a tt n't at nt at a iin nt NW tne Copyrighted, 1893, by Buanuz any Apams. Entered as Second Clacs Matter at the New York, N. ¥., Post Office, March 8, 1893, “y niresas aia s: No, 478, f2.50 Published Weekly by Beadle and Adams, Price, Vol. XXXVI No. 98 WiLLIAM Sr. New Yorx. Five Cents. THE YANKEE PEDDLE, ER L, cr “MEAN TU- PITCH INTU ME, I GUESS,” HE SAID, ‘NOW, DON’T YOU DO Im,”
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is i [ f ke , ame PR yea A tay The Yankee Peddler. . The Yankee Peddler; JABEZ HAWK, THE SPY. A Romances of Early Virginia. BY C. DUNNING CLARK, AUTHOR OF ‘‘"LONGSHORE LIE,” ‘CRUISE OF THE FLYAWAY,” ‘THE FLYAWAY AFLOAT,” ‘‘ THE YOUNG MUSTANGER,” ETC. CHAPTER IL. THE BROAD ARROW. A pEER lay dead upon the greensward of a rugged slope in tho valley of the James, An arrow protruded from his dappled side, and the mark of a bullet showed itself behind the shoul- der. Twomen stood upon opposite sides, one with a long knife in his hand, and the other holding a keen sword. The first was an Indian of the Shawnee nation—a man straight as a pine, with the fire of intelligence in his bright-black eyes. His long hair, without a wave, dropped upon his shoulders. His dress was the simple costume of his nation, A short hunting-shirt of tanned buckskin, dressed to a degree of softness rarely attained now, reached half-way to the knee. A belt of the same material was passed about his waist, and into this was thrust a heavy hatchet, and the sheath of thé knife in his hand. A bow lay at his feet, and a quiver full of arrows, showed itself over his shoulder. His eyes were flashing angrily as their glance was bent upon the young man who stood opposite, regarding him with an equally savage stare, This second person was hardly a man yet. He might have been twenty years of age. In person he was tall, nearly six feet, of a very dark complexion, and his hair, curled in pro- fusion, was nearly of the same length as that of the Indian who opposed him, He was a model of manly beauty and grace, His face was ex- quisitely cut, and a single glance showed that he carried patrician blood in his veins, The eyes were dark as those of the Indian, and would have been handsome, but for their steel-liko glitter, as he faced the Shawnee. His hand clutched the sword-hilt savigely, and it seemed that he kept. himself by an effort from leaping upoa the enemy, who stood his ground boldly anough, “What you want?” said tho Indian, speaking in broken English, ‘‘ What good you do here? This my meat, [ kill him.” ‘*T own he has your arrow in him,” replied the white hunter. ‘But if you will look at him you will see my mark behind his shoulder. I have known a deer to live for weeks with an arrow in his body, but no one ever heard of one which lived after [ had planted a bullet there.” He turned over the dead animal with his foot and pointed with his sword to the mark of the bullet, The Indian shook his head. ‘Mine, I say. 1 am Manton, the Shawnee, see deer, You go away and find an- rr, ‘Soul of my body, Indian, but you are wor drous impudent! Go away, say you? Not i} This is my game, and I will have it.” ‘* Mine,” repeated the Indian, in savage tones. “The Shawnee has the best right. White men scare the game from the woods. Once there was a time when Manton could kill a deer within a bow-shot of hiswigwam. Dosonomore. Game all gone far away. White hunters score the ground with axes, Deer make away.” “Don’t talk to me, Indian, DoIcare whether you are Manton, the Shawnee, or some other red scoundrel? It makes no difference to me what- ever. Let me tell you that Iam not the man to ive up the game I have killed to any one, be ha Black, white or red. Go your ways and kill an- other deer if you can. This one belongs to mo.” The Indian clutched the handle of his knife convulsively, while be laid one hand upon tho autlers of the deer and tried to drag it away. But the white man seized it upon the other side, and held it fast, “No, no, my man. Fair play is a jewel. Now let me say a word to you which you can understand, If you donot goaway at once I will kill you. These red devils grow more im- pudent day by day.” The Indian released his hold of the antler and stood up, his eyes fairly blazing with fury. The white man did the same. Planting one foot up- on the body of the deer, he threw himself upon his guard and waited. The Indian seemed in no hurry to begin the attack. ‘“* Now look,” he said. ‘If we fight, one of us die. Maybe you, maybe me. Can’t tell now. Better we not fight.” “Then go away while you can. I give you my word and honor that if you wait much lon- ger I will attack you.” “ Won't give anton the deer?” “ Never. The Indian made a forward leap and got with- in the blade of the sword, grappling the other firmly by the wrist. The young white man darted out his left hand and caught the arm which would have driven the knife to his heart, as it descended. There they stcod, two perfect types of manhood, both young, active, and stal- wart in frame. It was hard to indieate the vic- tor. With teeth hard set, they ee for the throw. Up and down the sod they trampled to and fro for the space of half an hour, and neither had gained the least advantage. The endurance of the two men was severely tried, and though the breath came short through their set teeth, no one could say who’had the worst of it. At length they paused by mutual agrec- ment, still locked in that deadly grapple, to draw breath. “By my life,” said the white man, ‘you al- most deserve the deer. But, you shall bave my life-blood before I will give it to you now.” ‘Manton will die before he will give it to tho whi'e man,” hissed the Indian. _ “Good blood! DP’ve had many 2 struggie before now, in this country and across the water, but T never met the man yet who could put me on my back. You are the best I ever saw. Are you ready?” ‘* Always ready,” said Manton. } The fierce struggle went on for some moment, —
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The Yankee Peddler. ! longer, and it was evident that the iron consti- tution of the Indian was beginning to tell against the less toughened muscles of the young hunter. His face was flushed, and the purple veins seemed about to burst through the skin. But bis courage was unditinished. He prac- ticed every artifice of the wrestler by which to overthrow bis antagonist. His feet were al- ways on the alert to take advantage of any mis- step upon the part of the warrior. His time came at length, By a sudden movement, he brought his toe down across the right foot of Manton, and he-staggered. The white man threw himself forward to finish the struggle, and they fell together. But, Manton turned him in the air and fell on top. That did not end the battle. Tbe firm hand of the white man still clasped the knife-hand of his enemy, and though be had him down, the Shawnee could do noinjury in their present position. The strength of one must wear out that of tbe other, and the longest wind must win the battle, The white man did not think of giving up. Neither did he attempt to overturn the savago, but lay there panting, and getting his breath, before he re- newed the contest, maintaining his grip upon the red-man’s wrist. The savage saw that dan- ger menaced bim if he allowed his enemy to catch his breath, and made desperate efforts to free his knife-band from the strong grasp in which it was held. The white man was too wary for that, and his only aim seemed to be to keep the Indian down upon his breast, and hold him there. “Va, Indian,” be said, ‘vou have not got me yet, though you squirmed in the air like an eel and fell on top. JT shall have you yet.” “Give me the deer?” said Manton. “Not much, You must kiil me if you ever eat that venison,” replied the other. The Shawnee ground his tecth and tried to raise himself on the breast of the speaker, so as to get his knee upon him, But he found that impossible. The white man drew him down upon his body. “Don’t worry,” said he. I'm getting my second wind. I'shall be atter you ina moment, curse you!” He now began to put forth all his strength and almost succeeded in dislodging the incu dus which hung upon his breast, But the savage, well knowing it would be his death for the white man to gnin the upper hand, even fora close moment, put forth ali his efforts to the work of- keeping his positiow upon his antagonist, Jn the midst of the struggle the cloth was torn from the young man’s shoulder, revealing a broad arrow, pricked into the skin in blue ink, The Indian uttered a ery. ‘Stop!” he said. “You have the arrow on your shoulder. No man who wears that mark can be my enemy. Rise; the deer is yours,” He rose as he spoke and the young man fol- lowed his example, staggering. The fierce struggle tried his powers severely. “ What do you mean?” he cried. Tn answer, the savage kneeled at his feet, and taking his hand, laid it on his head, “Manton is the slave of him who wears the broad arrow, Let him do what he will with the Indian,” : —— “Man, man,” said the white hunter, “what is the meaning of this arrow?” “Do you not know?” ‘No; it bas never been told me. When I ask my mother, she looks troubled, and will not speak.” “Not time yet,” said Manton. ‘One day you know. One day you sicken of the life: you have, and then Manton will come,” “Wait,” said the white man. ** My name is Arthur Swayne. My father you must know. He is ove of tie leading men at the village.” The eyes of the Indian began to flash again. “All Shawnees know Swayue. Be cane to Shawnee vilage by night, und when be ga away, the great chief Kee-na-teo lay cead upon the hillside, and Rena, the Snow-bird, was gore forever. Bad men, All Indians hate him,” “Thave heard he has been kind to the In- dians, and kas tried to have peace.” “Nover have peace with Stawnee, They never forget. Theirheartsstreng. White men, you bear the bread arrow upon your shoulder. If you mect the Shawnee in the woods, show them the mark, and you will go safe. But Shawnees love not Keller, nor Swayne.” “‘T have no special love fer my grandfather, and I do not think he cares much for me, Eg- bert Swayne is my father. He sent me to Europe to be educated. It was in Germany. Bah! What am I thinking ahout? You know nothing of this.” “Like to hear you speak,” said Manton. “Glad Isee arrow. Shawnees never forgive if Lkiil you. Takecare yourself. The dcer yours, now.” “IT do not understand this change, Manton. Why do you leave me in suspense? What has the broad arrow to do with you, and bow hasit worked this change?” ‘You know, scme day. Happy in the village? Use you well, eh?” “JT do not know what tosay. Since I have come back to this country I have seen them point at me and whisper, and ft heard one lady say to another, ‘Whata pity!’ Udo not under- stand it. My father is very kind, ard even his kindness bas a touch of pity in it.” f The Indian smiled, and laid bis hand upon the breast of the speaker in afriendly way. ‘‘ That rood; you not kappy. “One day you be worse. When that day comes, your Indian friends will greet you in their lodges and be very glad.” “Phat is beyond my comprehension, A mo- ment ago you were eager for my hloed, Now, since you havo seen the arrow, you seem to love me, It is strange.” “Because you not know. Allin good time; wait. When fruit is ripe, den we pick it; when not ripe, leave it ontree. All good; dis fruit not ripe; leave it awhile.” “Been havin’ considerable of a tussle here, strangers,” said a voice, suddenly. “Pears to me that ain’t Christian.” Both looked up quickly. A man was but afew feet away looking et them with a smile. He was a strange-looking fellow, whom the white man knew at a glance as a ‘‘tramper” from the shores of Massachusetts Bay! He was dressed in a coarse suit of homespun cloth, of extraordi- nary cut. ‘The coat was loug-waisted, and os
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namented with two huge buttons behind of polished brass, In color it had once been green, but time, which works great chan ses, had turn- edit tu sort of yellow. His small-clothes were of the sam3 cloth, anl being very scant as to quantity, fitted tightly to a pair of spindle shanks wh seomed im constané danger of breaking bensibh the weight of the body. In on? hand he bold a knite with which he was whittlin a piece of pine k, an contempla- ting with a look of lively isfaction the huge silver buckles of his shos A horse, kept from straying by a rope fasteaed to the bit, one end of which rope was tied around this strango fellows ankle, was feeding quietly. A burile was strapped upon the back of the animal be- hind tae saddle, which was very large and heavy. Ths horse was one of those wonderful beasts which seam to cling to life long after the course of nature should havo carried them to the grave— bony, long-limbed animal, as hag- gard aud gauata looking creature as one could wish to sx. In this ho took pattarn from his master, who was nob afflizced with any super- fluous flosi. His long, narrow face had a sanctimonious look which woull have become it well if had not been for the cunning which would show itself now an then in the deep-gray eyes. : “Tow the deuce did you coms here?” asked Arthur Swayne. ‘TI did not hear you.” “ Mornin’, stranger, mornin’, mornin’! Glad tew see yew. It’sa pasky nice thing tew seo a white man’s face onc’’ more. Been hevin’ a rigat smart scrimmage. Ain’t hurt any, ar’ ye? Canseef year’, I’ve got the al'-firedest, cutest kin! of medicina yon ever seen, It will cure anything, from a sprain to a gunshot wound.” “Tiat is nobansweriny my question, sir. 1 am not trifling; who are you?” “Tain’t triflin’ nuther. Want an introduc- tion, mabb>, Vm agreeable. My name is Jabez Hawk. I['m from the kenory up by Massachu- setts Bay—Boston, they call the place. I thought 11 coma down an’ see what I could do in the way of pickin’ up an honest livin’ among the Virginians.” “ Are you a peddler?” : “Wal, yes, sortar. I’ve got some things to sell that will astonish you some, f guess, It’s the all-firedest, cutesb Jot of goods you ever see. 1 ain’t a@ inst a dieker of that sort. But what an all-fired scrapo you bad got inter, mister. You an’ this Injin chap was rollin’ round on the grass, diggin’ inter one another the best. you knew how, when all at once he scooted up an’ said he gin out. It’s ruther queer, I guess.” “T do not know that it’s any affair of yours,” said Swayne, rather angrily. : “So tain’t; that’s true as preachin’, I was ridin’ along an’ see you quarrelin’ about the deer, an’ so I thought Pd jest wait an’ see it eout, Don’t wantany ’intment for your bruises, do ya?” “Intment! What is that!” “Tle; a sort of grease, if ye don’t understand the English language. What a benighted set of heathen you must be down hers! Pve been among the Dutch up to York; tis darnedest critters! They don’t know nothin’ about dicker, they don’t! I bought that hoss thsre,” “And a noble animal he is,” said the young man, Jaughing, ‘‘I wonder he holds together, His joints must need oiling.” * Dont I ile ’em every day? You ain’t no idea what a heap of good it does, T’ve got an ile for hosses that can’t be beat. You think that ain’t a good hoss; that’s because you choose a hoss by the outside. He’s a little bony, I allow; but, put a good saddle on him an’ what's the difPrence if his backbone és a little sharp? Says don’t you want to buy a dog?” “What kind of a dog?” “Tl show you. Here, Danger, come here. Don’t sneak, now; don’t bring discredit on your master, an’ sp’ile a trade. Oh git out from be- hind that rock; I ain’t goin’ to hurt ye.” Moved by repeated adjurations, an animal emerged from the shadow of a rock beneath which he had been lying, and came toward them, A more woebegone specimen of the dog family never was seen. One of bis ears had been bitten half-through in a combat with some other dog, arid hung down upon one side, while the other stood erect in contrast to its fellow. His tail had been cut short, His hair had once been long, but some one had sheared him with some dull instrument, and left long, shaggy tufts upon his body in various places. His legs were crooked, and of various lengths. "Do you want to buy a dog?” repeated Jabez, “Ti’s a mighty good dog.” ‘*T never saw a worse-looking animal in my life,” said Arthur. “No, I do not want any dog of that kind.” ** Mister Injun,” said Jabez, ‘* good-mornin’. Glad tosee ye. Hope yer wife aw’ little ‘urs are well, I’m brisk aw’ spry myself. Don’t pus yerself out on my account. I’m rather eats aw’ Vd ruther sit than stand, Time was when [ was the best one of the hullfamily. Thar wa’n’t one, ef I du say it, that could come nigh me. Pm powerful weak, now. I dunno how I lost my strength. But, I kin take up that deer an’ throw it over the tree-top. Or, I kin hang it on that branch,” “My brother very strong,” said Manton. “Oh, no. Not strong now. I use to was. though. I tell y’u Pye seen the time I would have made yu tu young men weep tears of blood. Yes I have, It runs in the family. Now, we cum from Ingland, ’riginally. My grandfather hé was the powerfallest man y’u ever see. Why, Lord love yer heart alive, ho ewd du anythin’. ’Twa'n’t nothin’? fur him to take a barrel of cider up in one hand and drink eu of the bunghole. I’ve seen him du it, my-~ self.’ ‘That sounds like a greater tale than T am in the habit of believing,” suid the white man, shrugging his shoulders. ‘‘I am pretty strong myself, but I could not lift a barrel of beer or cider in both hands.” “TY offer a reward of one hundred pounds to any one that can prove I ever told a lie,” said Jabez. ‘ An’ Vl give an order on the governor at Plymouth. Ifhe don’t pay it, PM cut my throat, It’s sometimes hard to b’lieve all the things our fam’ly haye done in Ingland, They ain't beon noticed so much sence they come over here. My grandmother is a hundred year old. She’s got three hundred children, grandchildren
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“fhe Yankee Peddler. an’ that sort of truck livin’ within fifteen miles circuit. She goes out every day arter break- fast, goes round an’ sees ’em all, an’ comes back in time for dinner. The old lady wouldn't live ef she didn’t see them all. once a day. She’s pretty smart. But then we ar’ a smart fam'ly.” ‘So I should judge, Will you let me put this - deer on your horse? I wan’t to take it mto the village.” ‘Wal, square, I allus like to oblige. Vil du it—for a consideration.” “How much?” “Wal, I guess *bout a crown's worth. It’s a pesky heavy deer, you know.” “Very well. Help me to lift him up.” “You'll buy some ’intment? <A feller must live, you know. An’ how is any one to live if some one don’t buy his truck?” “AN right,” said Arthur, impatiently. “Don’t trouble me now. Help me in with this buck and I will buy all the medicine in your pack.” : The ‘ Down-Easter” bustled about, and as- sisted the young hunter in placing the deer on the back of the beast. ‘Then he whistled for his dog, and they passed on, leaving Manton stand- ane upon the sward, looking after them with a smile. CHAPTER II, THE YOUNG REVOLUTIONIST, Jabez found it hard to keep up with the long strides of his new companion. He would not have kept up at all but that he wished to enter the village in the company of some man who was acquainted with the people and would in- troduce him. ‘The cute Yankee knew that there was nothing like entering a place in the right sort of company. If the truth must be told, the people of Virginia had no great love for the arisen Descended from the Cavaliers, no wonder they hated the ‘erop-ears” who had so debased them. And Jabez was a good . type of his race. Virginia, at this time, was in a tumult over privileges withheld from them by . the mother country, but which had been granted to other colonies; and the profligate prince who occupied the British throne was giving grants to his ixcorites, which included the property of men who had carved out fortunes for themselves in the wilderness, holding the ax in one hand, while the other was ready to seize the riflo, Berkeley’s commission as governor of the rovince having expired by its own limitation, he aristocratic Legislature had already voted him an increase of salary and desired to keep him in power for life, hoping by the act to make their own tenure of office longer. But, the en- voys of Virginia were asked to obtain trom the king the immunities of a corporation. Fora corporation could resist encruachments accord- ing to the forms of civil law, and purchase of the grantees their right to the country. The agents, who were resolute men, did more than they were asked, and claimed with earnestness and force their right to be exempt from arbi- trary taxation. They spoke, with favor, of Coventry, who was highly extolled. The agents were kept for a year, and finally failed. The people of Virginia were not the men to submit tamely to oppression, Most of the rank and file of the population liad been born on the soil, Tho silk hose and dcublet had given place to the buckskin hunting-shirt and leggins. Only a few of the richer planters retained their former hahits, and were, for the most part, old men, who,had come from the mother country with lordly ideas. It was against such persons the ire of the people was most excited. As the lean horse, laden with the ceer, came down the street toward the village, it was plain that the townspeople were in a high excite- ment, Horsemen were galloping from all points of the compass, Some of these nodded to Arthur and passed on. * What’s the row?” said Jabez. “Seems to me ho is rather excited.” “They are in tronble over some of Berkeley’s work, The old fool will make rebellion yet,” “What's the muss?” “The northern Judians are getting trouble- some and we are afraid cur own Indians will join them. For my part, I don’t care much which gains the day. But if Nat Bacon does as he thinks of doing, I will go against him as hard as I can.” *“* Who isNat Bacon?” “Te isa planter on the James above the vil- lage. He is a London man und was educated for the law. He prides himseif on his person and talents, and is aided and abetted by his friend Samuel Lawton. I don’t care so much that Bacon should succeed. We is talented, no doubt, and has obtained a seat in the council. Then he is a good soldier.” “T think I’ve heard of him. He is an Indiun- fighter, ain’t he?” ‘Yes; and he wants to go atit again. But, old Berkeley knows better than to let him raise men, If he did that, how does the governor know but he will use these men against him?” “He might, you know,” said Jabez, with an expressive grin. “Yes, and probably would. The common people are angry at the leading men, who by grants and position, claim privileges higher than theirs. They need some such hot-head as Nat Bacon to lead them on. He had better be eareful, or he will get bis neck in a noose.” ‘* Does he care for that?” *T don’t believe he does. I have heard him prate about the liberties of the people, and eqns! rights to all, until my head was nearly turned by his nonsense. He is handsome, has a charm- ing way of speaking; and the young u en follow him wherever he leads,” “Seems natural. Now do you know that such’ aman as that is jist the kind we like up in Mas- sachusetts? He’d get raised sure. Guv’nor Berkeley is a hard man.” i ‘He has been used to ruling, and opposition makes him wild.” “ We bern tell up in Massachusetts that you had sent commissioners to the old country.” So they have. Our family were in it, much against my will. They would have named my grandfather one of the commissioners, but that he has his duties to attend to here which will not permit him to leave.” iit “What does that mean? Surely those men ane drawin’ their cheese-knives to fight? Look at em, DEMIANE NCA EMNe Nene ele, Ky «) at ii Pr Hs Ss bean ah ais |e Ae OS yp RSuWaitaeet * i sy bak
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‘Line quick eyes of the young man darted down the street, and saw a crowd gathered in front of the tavern, listening to a speaker, who had mounted a pair of light steps, and was harangu- ing them at the top of his voice. Cries of min- gled approbation and dissatisfaction could be heard. “Down with him!” ‘ Hurrah for lib- erty!” “Freedom forever!” “No taxation!” ‘‘ The king and the governor!” were the cries which they heard; and some hot-headed fellows were drawing their swords. “Hurry,” said young Swayne. ‘ Don’t you see there will be a fight? We may as well be in it!” “Thank you,” said Jabez; ‘I don’t keer to fight, it ain’t because ?m afraid; ah no} I’m nat’rally the most courageous man you ever seen. But, Pm apt to mow sech an etarnal swath in a party of men tnat they don’t like it. You would not like me to go in an’ kill off that lot of nice chaps, would you?” “T don’t think they fear you, my man, Push on,” said Swayne, impatiently. They reached the crowd, which was swaying to and fro, and listening to the speech of the orator. He was a handsome young fellow, in the dress of the better class of planters, of a powerful frame an:| commanding presence. His hand was outstretched in a persuasive manner to demand silence, which was soon obtained. “People of Virginia,” he cried, ‘ I claim your attention. I am but a young man, and there are many here tosyhom I would give place ina moment, if L thought they desired to speak. I would place before you, in as few words as pos- sible, the danger un ler which you lie, and which I have explained to the council. Weare in dan- ger through an indi tion on the part of a worthy Virginian, John Washington, a planter on the northern neck. Ido not believe that this good man foresaw the evil which would come, or he would have held his hand. The Susque- ‘ hannas, driven south by the Senecas, had come down upon Maryland. Joho Washington and some others went to their aid. Tu some way, how [ cannot tell, some’ chefs, who, it is said, were coming to make a treaty, were set upon by our men and killed. It was ata fort upon the north bank of the Potomac, that this was done. It is enough that the evil is accomplished and a great work is before us. The peace which has lasted for nearly thirty years is broken, for our Indians are tainted.” “That is Bacon,” whispered the young hun- _ter. “The man you see standing by him is his friend Lawton. A black curse upon him! Tl be his death yet.” “Why do you hate him?” “Ask mo not,” said Arthur. ‘Jt is enough for me that I hate him bitterly. But, listen. T want to hear this Bacon,” “T asked the council to give me leave to march against the Indians,” said the orator. ‘I told them that there were young men enough in this ‘ood province who would right willingly do iiate part in the burden and heat of the day. I believe on my soul that the council would have listened to me and granted my prayer, but that Berkeley would not allow it. I do not know in what I have erred that I have offended his Bx- cellency, the governor. But he will ‘not trust The Yankee Peddler, me, Truly, } should not have moved in the =) matter, nor have asked the command, if it had not been forced upon me by the young men who are toform my army. But Berkeley will not have it, “Task you now, what does this mean? Al- ready the depredations upon our northern and western frontiers have begun. Those of our people who live on these frontiers dare not go ou. of their houses, unless heavily armed. Tho indians, im small parties, but who can band together upon a given signal, are lurking through the length and breadth of the land. The men who have been allowed to trade with the In- dians are giving them arms and ammunition. Let it be proved against one of these fellows that he hath been guilty of this crime, and there is no gallows high enough upon which to hang him. Now I ask, who is the man who upholds this traffic? Iauswer by making a statement. The governor enjoys a commission upon all sales to the Indians, and he has the sole right of granting licenses to traders, Then who is to blame if these low fellows, to make their profit greater, pub into the hands of savage men the means whereby they may take our lives?” A murmur of execration ran through the crowd. “Down with Berkeley!” shouted one tall woodman in a hunting-sbirt and leggings. “Hurrah for a free title to fight if we choose!” “No more of that, Ingram,” said Bacon, ‘TI do not speak this fo rouse you to auger against the governor, but to show you in what ycur danger lies. It is in the indiscriminate grani to unworthy men of the right to trade with the Indians. Those to whom thisimportant right is given should be men of truth, men who wiil not barter their sense of right and wrong for a little filthy money, What are we to do? Sir Henry Chichely started with an expedition against the Indians. He had barely crossed the James when they recalled him, Does it do us any good that the Assembly, when they meet, take ‘into sad and grievous consideration the suidry mur- ders, surprises and many depredations com- mitted, and declare war against all Indians who are notoriously known or shall be discovered to have committed the murders, surprises or depre- dations, their fautors, aiders or abettors; and against other suspected Indians who refuse to deliver sufficient hostages? ” “But they have orderedan army to be raised, Mester Bacon,” said a voice. “They have uot yet done so, sir. I hope by my influence and that of my family, to fore> them to raise a standing army of five hundred men and place them at the heads of the rivers! and other points fronting on the enemy. For their better security, the horsemen of this army shall range constantly from post to post, and meet each other often,” “That would be well,” said the last speaker, “ Nay, it is not well,” eried a harsh voice, “Down from that place, Nathaniel Bacon, you that stir up sedition in this good colony, Down, Tsay, or I will call upon soldiers to drag you away.” All turned in surprise. An old man on horse- back had ridden up bebind the crowd, and had : AUER RAL Ys ule IGION:
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The Yankee Peddler. been for some moments listening to the words of Bacon. It was Sir William Berkeley,.a man who had rendered himself obnoxious to the Vir- ginians by his acts. Like Bacon, he had been educated highly, and had traveled in many lands. At first, when he was appointed gov- ernor, he showed great talent and shrewdness. But his record was afterward dimmed by his obsequious deference to royalty; and he had be- come irritable and revengeful as his age in- creased. During the protectorate, Samuel Matthews was Governor of Virginia; but when he went down, Berkeley was elected by the peo- le. He liberal and enlightened views, ut all were subservient to his love for the ruling house in Great Britain. This was the man who glared at Nathaniel Bacon over the heads of the crowd. The face of Berkeley was full of rage, and the crowd, who had learned to respect the old governor for the bravery with which he had once upheld their rights, began to think that, after all, Bacon might be in the wrong. ‘What nest of traitors have they hatched in London, and sent over here to annoy us?” said the governor. ‘Once for all, Nathaniel Bacon, come down from that place and cease to speak against my place and office.” “ Sir,” said Bacon, boldly, “itis not against your place that my speech is directed. J have no fault to find with that. The office is a grand one, and with a good man in it, we might do wellenough. But, you are one of those who for years have hung on to the skirts of the Stuarts, and can not see that you are doing this country awrong. Sir, Virginia has the power to be- come one day greater than England, and I warn you, sir, that the people will not long bear the oppressive burdens which you have laid upon them by your acts. No, they have a power in themselves which will one day awaken, and assert itself.” ‘* And Nathaniel Bacon shall not rise alone to speak for the people of Virginia,” said the young man who stood by his side. “I say that we have borne more than in justice we ought to bear. The people of this colony de- mand that they shall not be refused rights which are granted to other colonies.” 5 ** T know you, Samuel Lawton. You are the real head of this movement. I will make you suffer for this,” cried Berkeley. “Not more than you bave made our good people suffer,” said the other, sternly. ‘I tell you, old man, that neither your age nor your office will 2 Ane you from the just wrath of the people of Virginia, if you persist in your course of folly and pride. e know what we ask, and we know whereof we speak. Nathaniel Bacon knows the wants of the peoples and he has not moved until two men have been killed upon bis own plantation. And now, since you think proper to threaten, we make a demand, and by the thunders of heaven, you sball grant it.” “Now if that young man don’t talk the most owdashus treason I ever hern tell of, I hope I may never see Bostin Harbor ag’in,” said the Yankee, with a glance of indescribable slyness at Sir William. ‘‘ He speaks right up and down, don’t he boss?” “Hush,” said Arthur, ‘ Who told you to speak? By heaven, I will have one fling at them, if I die for it.” He sprung upon a horse-block, and shouted to the speaker across the heads of the crowd. “Now, who are these,” he cried, ‘‘who thus insult the good King Charles in the person of his minister? Are we of Virginia sunk so low, after sending our beggarly envoys to London, that we will not do honor to the representative of the king? And wh»? are those who would lead this movement? Neither of them were born upon the soil of Virginia.” ‘* You were,” said Lawton, with a laugh. ** Do you know where ?” “What do you mean by that taunt? I was born in Jamestown.” Some of the old men in the party shook their heads and began to move away. It was evident that Arthur Swayne was not liked in the village, for, while all had listened patiently to the others, there was a general movement of rest- lessness in the crowd, and low murmurs ran through it, ‘Get down, you,” cried a sturdy blacksmith. ‘“‘We will not take our orders from the likes of you. Leave the way for your betters.” “Hush, Cluny.” said Bacon. ‘' Do not for- et who his father is. Egbert Swayne is a gal- ant man.” “ His father! But, I forgot. You are right, Bacon, It would hurt the father as much as the son if I were to speak, “T was wrong,” said Lawton, “ Go on, Master Swayne. This is a free discussion. We should be pleased to hear what you have to say.” “J will discuss it with you with sword and dagger when and where you like, Samuel] Law- ton. I do not understand your sneer against me, If I have any wrong attached to me, it is not my fault. But this is not what 1 mean to say. am here to speak a good word for Sir William Berkeley, governor of this colony. I call on all good men and true to put down yonder young traitors, who dare to clamor for redress of fancied wrong. Away with them to prison! Let them suffer there for the affront they would put upon us, who are loyal subjects of the king.” “Let me see a man lay a hand upon any here if he dares,” said Bacon. ‘‘ He shall find to his cost that we are not to be frightened out of our rights, We claim them; we will have them. Our borders are in danger, our men are slain and nothing is done for their relief, This shall not goon. I swear to this.” “Vt shall go on,” said Arthur. “You and such men as you shall have good cause to feel that we of the king’s party are strong in this colony. Rally about us, ha that favor King Charles, and we will dispute this matter at the sword’s point.” The appeal was a strong one to many in the crowd, The king’s name was a tower of strength in their eyes, and nearly half the crowd separ- ated and joined the speaker. Both sides drew their swords, and it only needed a spark to fire the train already laid. Sir William was look- ing on in high glee, and whispered to Arthur to stave off the combat until he sent a mes- sage for more troops. Arthur ced over the ranks of his supporters, and saw that they *%
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eT es The Yankee Peddler. were not the better portion of the colonists, but turbulent spirits who were always in trouble. ** Perhaps it woul.l be better, Sir William. I will keep them in play. Who will you send?” “Tt have already spoken to my servant. He is going now.” What’s the nigger goin’ for?” shouted the . Yankee. ‘ We want him here.” “Say you so?” said Bacon. ‘‘ Neptune, my good fellow, do you want to live?” “ Ess, massa. Want to lib jass so long as de good Lord let me,” “Then don’t go away. I’ve got my eye on you, and just so sure as you offer to stir I will shoot you through the head. Now, look out.” “But Mass’ Berkeley tell me to go bring Sojers,” whined Neptune. ‘Did he? Then don’t go. It won't ba healthy for you.” “You born idiot,” hissed Arthur, looking at Jabez, ‘what did you yell out in that way for? It may make trouble.” “The nigger was sech a big feller, I thought you would need him to fight.” ‘You have spoiled our plans, curse your stupid head! No matter; we will fight them as weare, Now, then, traitors, I ask you to break up. If you refuse, we will assault you.” * Assault us, if you will,” cried Bacon. “* All on the part of our good king, and the worthy Governor Berkeley, draw your swords with me,” said Arthur, whose eyes were now flaming with the ardor of battle. ‘ Close up, shoulder to shoulder, and let vs teach them what men can dare who fight for God, King, and the Commonwealth,” “Don’t try the toad-stickers yet,” said the Yankee. ‘“ Be kind o’ keerful. r, if you will go at it, I’ve got an’intment that beats the world on a sword-cut. Dve seen a man cut into ieces no bigger than my finger. 1 took outa Bess of my ’intment and applied it to his shat- tered frame, The first drop collected the frag- ments in ono solid mass. At the next, they sought their proper places, an’ when he felt the third he jumped up an’ wanted fo know who hit him. Now, that’s what I call good ’int- ment.” “Ts this a time and place for your incompre- hensible lies, you scoundrel?” cried Arthur. “Stand aside, fool. Now for you, Nat Bacon; and for you, Samuel Lawton. Down with your swords, and submit to the sentence of the court of justice for stirring up insurrection within the.borders of Virginia.” ‘*Who says we stir up insurrection?” said Lawton, advancing a step. “T say it,” replied Arthur. ; _ Then I tell you that he who says I am false to Virginia, lies in lis throat. And I will main- tain what I say when or where you please, with any weapon you canname. Men like you are ach the ones to decide as to the merits of a fam- ily who are older than the oldest of the race from which you derive half your blood.” ' And the other? Is not the Swayne and Keller blood as good as any in this colony?” “No better. But I am forseteing myself, egg tray into genealogy. believe Don’t. let’ that you do ow what [ mean, and [I shall not enlighten you. Why do you join pee! with these wild fanatics who make the king — panes with God? Why not go with the people? We do not ask much, Our chief desire is to have Nathaniel Bacon lead us against the In- dians.” : ‘* Why should he lead you? Nay, let us have no further parley. Set on, boys, and Jet us try whether or no we have lost our ancient skill with the sword.” The sharp rattle of steel sounded all along the front as the long blades crossed, Samuel Law- ton singled out Arthur and attacked him with a vigor which astonished him. They had never met with swords before, and Arthur, who had learned to fence among the best players in Lon- don, expected to disarm his adversary in a mo- ment. But, to his surprise he found him a com- plete muster of the weapon, and it took all his ed and cunning to keep the sharp point off his vody. Berkeley took no part in the combat, but drew his horse out of the press. Bacon, while defending himself from the assault of two of the governor’s party, shouted to him to call off his men, before harm came to them. The Yankee drew up his lank beast by the side of the gov- ernor, and perching himself on the top of his pack, looked on with unalloyed satisfaction. “ Now that’s what I call pooty gay,” he said, “Cute enough, I reckon. Only I feel a zood deal safer up here than, I would down there where the blades are goin’. It that chap with the toad-sticker don’t look out, my boy will stick a pin in him. But he seems a handy youth. What would old Miles Standish have done if his men acted this way? He’d.’a’ had ’em shot, every man, Um! It’s a queer world.” Governor Berkeley eyed the fray for a few moments, until he became satisfied that his men were likely to get the worst of it. Arthur was slightly wounded in the sword-arm, and Bacon had run one of his assailants through the shoul- der, The disaffected men had taken care that the attack should come from the governor's party, so that they could claim to have acted only in self-defense, “Hold!” shouted the governor. ‘Madmen that ye are, will you make this good town the seat of a rebellious broil?” “Then call off your hounds,” said Bacon. “They assailed us first.” “Ay,ay. He is a lawyer and is sure to have the law on his side,” muttered Berkeley. ‘You of my party, put up your swords. You of the other faction, if you have the regard which you claim for this good colony, sheathe your blades.” : Both parties obeyed at once. ‘‘ Now then, Nathaniel Bacon,” said Berkeley, “what is it you demand?” ““T only ask to be allowed to levy a force of yolunteers and march against the Indians who are committing many depredations in the upper counties.” ‘ “Tt is impossible,” said Berkeley. ‘The council have already taken measures to protect - the frontiers,” ‘And how well their measures have suc- ceeded,” said Bacon, “is attested by the fact that two men were killed yesterday upon my ~ FR ay
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The Yankee Reddler. = plantation. These half-way measures will not do. Let meraise five hundred troops and march against them. Grant me this request, and you shall not find in Virginia a man more willing to obey the laws than I.” **})id you not threaten that if you heard of any depredations on the frontier, you would march against the Indians?” “Yes, And so I will.” “What? Without any authority?” “ With or without it.’ “Then you set me at defiance, and I will this day issue a proclumation depriving you of a seat in the council. And if you dare to march as is have said, I will proclaim you a rebel and tréat you as such.” “Then do your worst. Come, Lawton. We have work to do.” ‘And Lawton had better have cut off his right band than join himself to your unworthy schemes. I know you, young sir. You go about among the people of this good town incit ng them to resist lawful authority. The peril be on your own head if you do it more.” “1 only seek the safety of Virginia,” said Lawton. ‘ Neither would I resist authority if I did not hope y doing so to gain something for the people. ou alone are the cause of their broils. You refuse to trust the people. will neither protect them, nor suffer them to protect themselves, This will not do,” ‘“‘To horse!” cried Bacon. ‘‘We will see whether we have the right to protect ourselves, Samuel, this way!” Berkeley retired quickly in the direction of the council-chamber, where the Assembly were about to sit. Bacon, after a short conference with his friend, mounted and proceeded up the river, accompanied by some sixty men on horse- back. Lawton, after parting with his leader, remained standing in the street, moody and sad, thinking over the prospect. Artbur had gone home, accompanied by the Yankee, A man he gray hair touched Lawton on the shoul- er. “Ha! Drummond—you here?” “JT have just now come in. What is the tumult?” **Some trouble we have’had with Berkeley and hismen. Herefused to let Nathaniel Bacon lead us against the Indians.” “The result?” “ We are going without leave,” “Where is Bacon now?” “Gone on. He is not likely to remain long when he has once made up his mind, Sixty men rode with him alongtheJames, It will go hard but they will make the Indians repent their late outrages.” “ And why are you here?” “To create a little diversion in case our good governor, made angry by resistance to his au- thority, should make up his mind to follow in the footsteps of Bacon, You understand?” “T think I do. Yes, it can be done. I am with you, heart and soul. When men are labor- ing for liberties which are theirs by right, he is not half a man who refuses to raise an arm in their aid, Governor Berkeley will go too far, I can tell him.” z “You may belieye it, Did you seo that You- strange fellow who came in with Arthur Swayne?” ‘*T have seen no‘one but you. The crowd broke up before I got here. I have been in the county of Henrico, upon the business that you wot of. Events will soon be ripe for action. We bave a good leader, and I hope for success.” “*Tt is sure.” ‘You are young and confident. Many a just cause fails. Yet there is every reasonable hope for success in this. If Bacon comes back soon, he must submit to the judgment of the council. Tt is not yet time to break out.” “Do not let us talk of this here. I see that old soldier yonder eying us. Let us go to your house. We can talk there.” “And you have a good reason for caring to go there. As you will, my boy. Let us go.’ CHAPTER IIl. THE VILLAGE BEAUTY. Tuey built strong houses in the olden time, and that into which Walter Drummond intro- duced his young companion was one of the best of its kind. It was one of the low, firm struc- tures then in yogue, with many gables and por- ticoes, and wide, hospitable doors. As Drum- mond laid his hand upon the latch it was opened from within, and a beautiful girl came out and kissed him. 3 “ Father, Iam so glad you have come,” she. said—'so very glad. You do not know what a day this has been in Jamestown—a day of brawling and contention. Swords have been drawn and blood shed. You were in it, Master Samuel Lawton, I saw you with a drawn sword in your hand.” The young man bowed low over the little hand she put out in a gesture of anger at his conduct, and pressed his lips to it. hile he is performing this little act of gallantry, let us take a look at the maiden, A slight girl, with a profusion of brown hair shading a lovely face, a little browned by exposure to the sun and wind of that pleasant climate, yet very beautiful. No wonder that the youth of James- town were wild in their praises of Walter Drummond’s beautiful child. Foremost amo her suitors she numbered Arthur Swayne an Samuel Lawton, and it was a problem, with many, who would win the prize. . ; rd beg Pt pardon, Edith,” said the youn man. ‘If you saw me ina warlike attitude, could hardly have done otherwise. If you had been with me you would have asked me to do as I did, and called me a coward if I refused.” “T know nothing of your quarrels,” she said. “How should I?” ‘This-is no quarrel of mine; it is the quarrel of the whole colony, We demand our rights, and as-the Lord liveth, we will have, them. Shall the people of the northern colonies, hard- hearted Puritans as they are, have their rights, nay, enforce them, and we of the South, de- scended of the Cavaliers, do nothing for our- selves?” : er “ Wather,” said Edith, ‘‘ these are your argu- i lg a that you do not lead young men astray. , tol ; “They chose their own course,” said Drum- mond, “although I am with them in this, Let
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10 others do as they may,I will struggle to do right by the colony, in preference to any king- dom on the face of the earth,” “Tt may lead to bloodshed.” *T hope not,” said her father, ‘* But, what is this to thee, child? Let men do their work, and do thou attend to the household. Be sure of this: Walter Drummond will never wrong his child.” : “You say I have no interest in this matter, my father. You arein the wrong. If you are treading the right path, then I, though a wo- man, will do my share. If you are wrong, as you may be, then you are leading your friends astray. Therefore, reason with me, and let me see in what the colonies are wronged.” ‘Let me do that,” said Samuel. ‘‘My word for it, I will convince her.” ~ “Nay, you do not argue fairly,” said Edith, **You are not a fair wrangler. y father gives me the odds. You talk of glory, and the duty of men and women of this land, until 1 forget my loyalty in the desire to do justice to Vir- ginia. Itisa glorious colony. Father, can any one say what our future may or may not be? Whata grand prospect lies before us every- where! I think I see Virginia rising above the other colonies, and becoming, in time, the pride of this Western World,” “Tt may be so, my daughter,” said Drum- mond, ‘God grant it. But, it can neyer be while we suffer ourselves to be trodden under foot by men like this William Berkeley. Come in, come in, Samuel; we will talk of this matter within.” They entered an apartment furnished in the simple and primitive manner of the day, and all Edith took the side of the king, but it was plain that her faith was not strong, for, upon Samuel Lawton’s making a sudden .coup by going over to the enemy, she Lge to take up the cudgels for the cause he had abandoned so suddenly, and defended it better than he had done. Seeing a smile on his face, she stopped in the midst of an argument and began to pout, “You have doné this purposely, sir. I told ee that you would not argue fairly. Now, do not know that you are no friend of the gover- nor? Yet when you went over to his side I supposed myself to be deceived, and took up against him—just what you wanted.” “Precisely,” said Samuel. ‘What? Must you leave us, sir?” Mr. Drummond had risen to go out of the room. “*T find I have some letters to write, and the ship sails for Boston in an hour. Yon will excuse me until I have written these- letters, Edith will entertain you, I trust,” They were alone together, and seated near the window, looking out upon the pleasant vil- lage. The silent hour, the beauty of the scene, all were lost upon Samuel Lawton, for he was looking at the sweet face so near his. eS t are you thinking of Edith?” he said, sat. down together, softly. “‘I -was wondering how men could shed each other's blood, as they so often do,” she answered, “You who are so gentle now, seom like a tiger when your fighting mood has taken possession The Yankee Peddler. of you. I saw your face to-day from the wine dow, as you stood by Nathaniel Bacon’s side, You were wild for the strife to begin. How can you suffer your passions to get the better of you in that way?” “J don’t know,” said he, rather sheepishly; “it’s the fighting blood, I suppose. Man has a great deal of the tiger in him, atter all.” ‘*So he has,” she said; ‘‘ and there are times when he-shows it. But, why did you single out Arthur Swayne?” ““T don’t know. Oh Edith, do you care for him?” “Care for him? Certainly I do. He is my friend; his mother is a darling; I love her dearly. . And Mr, Swayne can do what you can not— control his passions. As for Arthur, you can not deny that he is very entertaining.” fuk suppose he is,” said Samuel, with a sort of groan. ‘He ought to be; he has had a college education, But, for all that, he can never get rid of— Butl forgot.” ‘* What were you about to say?” ‘* No matter; it is something which it is better not to speak of. Only, you must be careful; you must not encourage Arthur, If you do, and then rouse the blood which is in him a refusing him, you would find another man wit! a touch of a tiger in him,” ‘* Ho never gave me the opportunity you refer to. If he had, do you see any good reason why I ought to refuse him?” This was a hazardous question, and if the lady had thought a moment she would not have asked it, It was no sooner done than he was down upon his knees before her, begging earnestly for her love. I think the time and hour, aided by feeling his ees. awakened in her breast before, aided him in his work; for he rose the accepted lover of the lady, and had earned the right to sit with his arm about her waist, a pees of which hoe at once took advantage e will not pry into their talk for an hour after. At last they came down to commonplace things and people. ‘‘T was in earnest when I said that you must be careful of Arthur,” he said. ‘* You do not know him as well as I do.” ‘* He does not care for me,” said Edith. “Forshame. What lady does not know when a man loves her? You have seen too much of Arthur Swayne not to know this,” ‘“ Well, perhaps he does care for me a little— enough to take an oath by.” “That does not matter so that you do not care for him,” said Samuel. ‘‘ You are sure of that?” “Quite,” she said, in an indifferent tone, “ Did you not hear a step?” ‘No. It is the wind which stirs the vine at the window.” a He was wrong. It was not the wind, but a man crouching in the shelter of the vine, and listening to every word they said. “T do not mind telling you, Sam,” she said, “now that you have told me what you think about me—and very long you were doing it—- that Iam afraid of Arthur Swayne. We all know that there is a blot in his blood, He does not know it. His mother has es itfrom him sedulously, and he was sent to England while
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The Yankee Peddler. quite young. Since that time he has been in school and college, and all memory of his early ,life has been effaced. Do not speak of it again. And never taunt him with it. He would lock upon it as the most terrible disgrace, for he is proud of the Swayne and Keller race.” Tho hidden figure rose slowly, as if fearing that some words would escape him, and drew nearer to the window. It was getting dusk and he had less fear of detection. “His mother’s chief fear is that be will, in some way, find out the secret of his birth and that it will drive him wild. You know what his bloodis, Yet I have heard my dear friend, old Mr. Kelly, say that Arthur’s father was a noble man.” “Tt may be so. I was very near taunting him with it this day, when Nathaniel stopped me., He caught but half my meaning. I pity the man whose fate it shall be to break the truth tohim. Ithink he would take his life. But, if you do not care for him, I will not do it. Let him go his way. Only I know that,his nature is bad, and that he will one day break cut. Those who knew his uncle, Braxton Keller, say that no two men were ‘more alik@ than Arthur and he. And Braxton Keller was banished from Jamestown, for a sedition,” “ And yet you are ready to be engaged in the like, Sam. Ibeg you to pause before you take that step.” ¥ = ““T will be careful. Say no more of that now. I wonder if Arthur will propose to you?” **T don’t think he will. I do not propose to give him the opportunity if I can help it.” ak * He will m forestalled him, and am content. he will.” ° “Why are you angry with him?” “Tam not angry, that I know.” “T think you are. Remember tbat he has heen very kind to me and that be is my friend. Be very careful how you treat him, at least for his mother’s sake.” “She is a noble woman,” said Samuel ‘“ Yes. T will try to make her son my friend, though I know he hates me. You know why. Ah, here is your father.” ‘Whatis the meaning of this?” said Drum- mond, in mock anger. ‘ Explain.” “Tt is simply this,” said the other. ‘“T have been asking your daughter to share my home some day, and she has said yes, provided we get your consent.” “Then you have that already,” said the old man, “Give me your hand onit. If} had a son-in-law to choose, you would have been the man. My mindisatease. Treat her tenderly, Samuel. Her mother is in her grave, and left me only this dear child to keep her memory fresh. What a blessing she has been to me, a father alone can tell.” “Say!” drawled a voice at this moment. “You've left the front door open. Thort I'd jest walk in, Anything in my line tu-day.” They turned at the sound, and saw the im- peinr ae face and lank figure of Jabez, with s pack upon his back. “Thort I'd come in. ean opportunity. But I have Let him do as Sarvice tu y’u, sir. Master of this house, 1 judge, I'm a peddler. , y'u won't leb me. It cost thirteen pound, and That istusay, I’ve got a leetle of everything under the eternal sun. Hey you got the itch, young man?” “Eh?” thundered Sam, in high rage, ‘* What do you mean?” “T don't see what y’u want to rile up so fur. Yu might have it, yuknow. Glad y’u ain’t. I've had bedbugs’round me, an’ I’ve had the itch. But I don’t want either of ’em ag’in. They’re about on an ekality. Nobody got the itch? Has the young lady—” "5 “Sir?” cried Sam. “How yu du ri‘leup! I wasn’t goin’ tosay nothin’, was I? I wanted tu askif the young lady wanted anything in my line. Pins, needles, an’ laces of all-kinds. An’as fur as cheapness goes, why, I jest: give ’em away. that medicine. Clear as a bell, aimtit? Now Vil bet a penny none of y’u know what that’s for!” “'That’s poison,” said Sam. “No tain’t; it’s a cure for the glanders, Ain’t none of y’u got the—no, of course you ‘ain’t. But, if y’u hev got a hoss that has any thing the matter with him under the canopy, if that dowt cure him, take him out an’ bury him; that’s all I've got to say. Now, I’ve tramped all the way from Bostin down here, a purpose tu sell yu some things that’s good for the body. I don’t ask nothin’ fur my pains; nob a penny. Only I'd like to git the cost of the stuff back, eause I’ve got a fam’ly.” “Yes.” said Drummond. ‘I have seen Yankees before. However, open your pack and let me see what you have here. There are many little things we need.” “Jest so, I thou: ht you’d say that,” said Jabez, and he put bis pack upon the floor, The medicine whieh he had showed them he had taken from the pocket of his capacious coat. Within the stout canvas covering of the pack he revealed a pair of heavy boxes, locked strongly. “Ladies fu’st,” he said. ‘‘Then men. That's the fair thing.” He opened one of the boxes, and revealed a quantity of articles of ladies’ use; pins, needles and laces; ribbons of all kinds; some dress goods of various patterns; and what peddlers call *‘ notions,” “Now, seehere, miss,” he said. ‘‘I never dicker with anybody where I see they mean to buy. Deed I don’ no’ how I'm goin’ to git round ther’s so many wants things out of one little pack. A man can’t have things for everybody, Pins? Here they be. The best London make. Take a paper? Take two? Yes. I'll lay ‘em out, though I don’t see how [’m going to spare ’em. I must scrimp some one. What did you say, square? How much ar’ they? Only ten shillings. It’s giving "em away. I know, but what cana man du? Yu ar’ lookin’ at that work-box, miss. Takeit out; no trouble tu show gdods. See, Nice little drawers for thread, thimble, needles. Big drawer for work, Handy as a clock. How much is it worth? Fifteen pounds. Too much? If y’u ain’t about the tae young lady tu deal with I ever see, then I don’t want to handle another penny, Take it along for twelve pound. I did mean’ make a little su’thin’ on that piece of work, but Now, leok at. \ ets ae A PAB MN Se, ce a bare dc od ed Balt Et
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The Yankee Peddler. ! it’s worth thirty to any lady. Now, young man, spunk up. Don’t be so backward. Buy it for tie young lady. Don’t y’u see she wants it? Y’u can have it fur ten pound, sezin’ it’s y’u.” “Tf you will accept this little present from me, my dear Edith—” began Sam. ‘“ Accept it! Of course she will. Y’u don’t think her a nat’ral fool, du y’u? No y’u don’t. She'll take it. Tl put it out on that table. Of course y’u will all buy somethin’ of me, and [Il put ’em by themselves. Talking of that, look at this dress pattern, miss. Thatssilk. I don't like tu tell y’u what it cost, fur fear y’u won't believe me. — But it’s the nicest piece of goods in Virginny, if I du say it. Now Pm goin’ tu throw that dress away on some one. It ain’t right. Ii ain’t doin’ justice to my fam’ly. ButTll du itall the same. Psho now, y’u! Don’t be ’peek- in’ inter the winder. That ain’t fair. Jf y’u want fu come in an’ buy any thing, come along.” The last exclamation was accompanied by a cunning twinkle of tie eyes, which was wonder- ful to see. The exclamation drew the attention of every ona of the party to the open window, where tho face of Arthur Swayne was visible, peeping in at them. He broke iuto a forced Jaugh as he saw that he was caught, bub accom- yanied by a look at the Yankee which certainly oled him no good. : ““Oh, git eout,” said Jabez, ‘‘Nododging. I know what you want. You want to buy some of my stickin’-plaster, It was made of a sub- stance that is lost forever. Nobody will ever see any ofitagain. It willdraw awful. Beats all creation how it will draw. ’*Lain't no more than fair play tu say I think it drawed y’u tu that winder. I never seen i's effeets.so well il- lustrated afore. It kep’ drawin’ y’u up, higher aw’ higher, till yare head was above tha winder- sill. Ef y’u shay thar much longer it will draw y’u intu the room. Fact.” * Let it do so, Arthur,” said Mr. Drummond, hospitably. “T should’ be glad if you would come in,” ‘5 He accepted the invitation, and entered, low- ering at Sam, and apparently ata loss what to sa. y. ‘Talkin’ of my plaster,” said the Yankee, “Tl tell y’u suthin’ it did one’t upon a time.” “Will you keep silent long enough tv allow my daughter to make her selections?” said Drum- mond, “It is impossible to deal with youat the rate your tongue is going.” “ That's queer,” said Jabez. “Tallus thert a man could trade betiter ef he talked a little. But I'm agreeable. Thar’s my pack—suit yourself. Thar’s one thing 1 would like tu sell yu. Dl show it tu y’u by and by.” Edith made her purchases and laid them aside. The gentlemen also invested something in arti- cles they needed, and which con d‘not be readi- ly obtained, The Yankee looked*® on with a pleased smile at the rapidly diminishing stock of goods, Perhaps he did not mean it, but he said a thing which sent the blood in a vivid flush into the face of his companion of the morning. “Say, mister,” he said, speaking to Samuel Lawton. ‘‘ Y’u take the work-box for the young: lady” _ “¥es, Thatis understood. Is it not, Edith?” Swayne. “Certainly,” said Edith, ‘It is beautiful. But it costs too much.” “The price is nothing. If our worthy mas- ters across the water did not tax us quite so high we should be able to make the purchases we de- sire. There is your money,” said Sam, The peddler took it and began to count it, As he did so, he turned his face away from the rest of the party, and faced Drummond. Somethin in his manner attracted the attention of the ol man. A single gesture passed between them, and Mr. Drummond said: ‘‘ Come with me, Sir Peddler. I wishto send a message by you toa friend in Boston on your return.” CHAPTER V. TROUBLE IN JAMESTOWN. THe two left the room together, leaving the young people alone. It was rather an awkward position for Edith. She knew that both these men loved her, and had her reasons for be- lieving that Arthur had seen enough to tell him that somethmg more than common had passed between her and Samuel. An embar- rassedl silence was broken by.a harsh laugh from Artbur, % ‘““A Quaker méeting,” he said. ‘I seem to have spoiled your powers of conversation Edith. You were talking glibly enough when t came up.” ‘* Perhaps I was,” said Edith. ‘ By the way, you were in this- quarrel on the green to- day. What do you mean by such conduct? Is the quiet of our village to be’ disturbed by brawling, at a moment like this, when we are menaced by a savage foe, and the Northern settlements are in dang: 7? IT am ashamed of you, Arthur.” ° “Then why does Nat Bacon and Sam Lawton oppose the just authority of our governor?” “Do not speak of this question now, Master It may lead to hard words,” said Sam, looking up. : “No matter. You, and the pack of you, shall know that the authority of Sir William Berke- ley must be respected,” replied Arthur. “*Let respect for the people begin with him. We do not fear him. Ha! Was not that a drum?” ; “Curse that drummer!” muttered Arthur. “What does the fool mean?” ‘ “*T will know what this amounts to!” cried Lawton, fiercely. ‘‘Does William Berkeley in- tend to interfere with Bacon? Let him look to himself, Any attempt of that kind would recoil on bis head,” ‘“ Would you rebel?” “1 do not say what I would do. Drums are not beaten in the evening in Jamestown without acause, There are many of fhe paid troops in the street. I will go out and see what it bodes. As for you, I will make you repent it if you are at the bottom of this.” “ Will you?” sneered Arthur, “Yes!” replied Lawton, fiercely, laying his hand upon his sword, “I will take a proper time to doit. Do not force me to quarrel in the presence of this lady whom I love. Good- evening, Edith. If nothing’ happens, I will be with you soon.” - He dashed out into the street, leaving them
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The Yankee Peddler. a together. The white beat his passion had brought into the face of Arthur Swayne disappeared with his rival, and he turned to Edith. “T am glad he is gone,” he said, ‘ Twasafraid the fellow would drive me to strike him, Why does he come here?” Gari ‘* Why do you speak in that way?” “Are you aware that Samuel Lawton is my father’s trusted friend? For shame, Arthur! Do not speak in that sneering way of one you know to be a good and true man.” “JY do not know him to be good and true. Say no more of him. Speak rather of your- self. I have long wanted an opportunity to speak to you on a subject very near my heart.” “Stop!” she said; ‘do not go on. I under- stand you, and say, once for all, it cannot be. Oh, Arthur, why can we not go on as friends? Why should you begin this, which will be a persecution?” “Persecution? I do not understand you. I was about to ask you to be my wife.” “T feared it. I am sorryif you have set your heart upon me, for it cannot be.” ss Why?” “Because my heart is engaged already. T reall given my heart and hand to Samuel Law- n. “*T suspected this,” he said—‘‘ nay, I knew it, A black curse fall on him! What does he mean by robbing me of my heart’s treasure? I love you better than he ever can, and I will not lose you; I cannot; you have not the heart to refuse me; you donot know what you may drive me to do.” : “T cannot help it: Do not be violent. I am sorry fer you.” ** And this is bis first pledge of affection!” he cried, snatching up the work-box, and dashing it uvon the floor, trampling upon it in his insane fury. ‘This, this, this! If I had his head un- der my heel, as I have this fragile toy, I would treat him worse than I am treating this. Oh, my time will come! I heard all; I heard his avowal, and the way you received it, and-;when he kissed you it went to my heart like a shar sword. Twice I had my pistol and thouehiet would shoot him. I did not doit. Iam sorry I spared him.” “Arthur, for the love of God beware what you say,” she cried, inagony. ‘I would not have you hisenemy or mine.” “That is what you said before,” he hissed. ** What did you mean by the taint in my blood? Do you mean that madness is hereditary in my family? Speak; tell me what you meant.” “T believe you are mad, or you would not dareto speak to me in that manner, sir. Ont upon you! Do you know how to respect a Jady?” ‘You drive me wild, and then reproach me for your own work. We shall see. I ask you once again to tell me what you meant by the taintin my blood. Speak out.”~ « **T will not tell ou.” “Do not make me desperate. You do not dream how the blood is boiling -and hissing through my veins at this moment; it is hotter than the fires of the pit. I cannot endure much more; neither will I do it. You must tell me What you meant,” “Do you threaten me? I thought that you knew that the women of our blood are not to be driven so easily. I said once that I would not tell you, and when I said it I meant to be so un- derstood. Leave me.” He caught ber so sharply by the arm that she almost cried out with the pain, but she wonjd not do that. She was too angry tosuffer herself to do it. She only stood with her arm in his savage grip, leoking at him with a calm, defiant smile, Something in this look cowed him, fer he dropped her arm and fell back muttering. “T shall find those who will protect me from indignities in the future,” said Edith. “If I were to tell this insult to my father, do you think he would let you live?” = This roused him to fury, and he again seized er, “Tf you do not speak, I will throttle you,” he cried, furiously, She uttered a cry for help, and the young man found himself the next moment lying upon his back upon the floor of the house. He rose upen his elbow, a little confused, but laboring under the impression that some one had hit him, No one was in the room but the Yankee, and be was leaning against the wall, whittling calmly, and whistling a lively tune. 2: “Did you strike me?” said Arthur, springing to his feet.” “Wal,” drawled Jabez, “ it ruther runs in my head that I did.” “T have wished for an opportunity to, punish you for your impudence,” said Arthur; “ and there is no better time than this.” Jabez did not say another word, but recom- menced his whistle, and calmly regarded Arthur, advancing with hostile intent. “Mean tu pitch intu me, I guess,” he said, ** Now don’t you do it.” Edith began to tremble for ber champion, who did not seem in fighting mood. “Tam goirg to throw you out of the window in the first place,” said Swayne, ‘‘and thrash you after it.” * Be you?” said Jabez; ‘Snow don’t !” Arthur rushed at him, and was somewhat surprised when the long arm shot out and met him, full under the ear. Somehow there was | more power in the Yankee than he had given him credit for,and he dropped. Jabez calmly kept bis station, looking down upon his fallen foe with undisturbed and quict visage. Not a frown ruffled the tranquillity of his features, “Strange thing,” he muttered; “man fell down. What will he du when he gits up?” That question was soon solved. Arthur stag- gered to his feet and grasped the bilt cf his sword, drawing it with a flourish. The moment he did that, Edith uttered a scream of terrer, as she saw the peddler completely at the mercy of bis enemy. For the first time the eyes of the Yankee began to glow, and thrusting his hand into the breast of his coat, he met the madman who was coming at him sword in hand, Tableau! Arthur Swayne, pausing irresolutely, facing a long, bright-barreled pistol, pointed full at his head. Edith clapping her bands for joy, and Jabez smiling a superior smile. ‘What makes y’u stop, mister?” he said. ‘I
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- and The Yankee Peddler. $a ceria don't see why y’u don’t rush on with that toad- sticker. I ain't scart a bit. Queer, ain’t it? This pistol belonged ta my gran’dai. He used tu say he could shoot any thing a mile off. It ain’t so good, now; but it will shoot a man across a room if y'u only hold it straight.” “Would you kill me, rascal?” “Wal, ft dunno, It’s jest this way; y’u take it ony’urself to ketch holt of the nicest gal in this colony, an’ treat her rough. I ain’t goin’ tu staud it, Neither will Thnuve yu stick that long sword into my stummick. I don’t think it would agree with me, nohow. Don’t let us have no nonsense,” “T will make you suffer for this,” “Gran’dad used tu say this weepon would go off of its own accord, sometimes,” said Jabez, holding it out with unmoved visage. ‘‘ That’s queer, isn’t it?” “Tt isn’s so funny as you may'think. Point it another way,” said Arthur. “T can’t; my arm is growed so. I think I could git it down, if y’u was tu go out of that door.” “ What?” “ We don’t want you here. Come; git eout! Don’t keep us waitin’; my arm is gittin’ tired.”*} Arthur saw the devil gleam in the eyes before him, and began to retreat, keeping his own eye on tae pistol. He could not understand the strength of the peddier. He was confident there was not a man in Jamestown who could have knocked him down so easily. “TIL ‘remember you, Master Peddler,” he growlel, “ Will yu? That's kind of y’u. Ef I thort yu would forgit me I'd give y’u my keerd. But, don’t think ya will. Good-by. Callin ag’m when yn hain’t got s» much time-tu stay.” ‘You shall pay for this,” said the young man, in a threatening tone. “Shall I? Now don’t hurry away. Td like tu have y’n come, and come off’n. Only don’t be so loose with yer hands. I’m nothin’ but a ped- dler But, dod rabbit my hide, ef yv’u tech the lady agin, Vil take the skin off yer body. I don’t like tu du it, but ef I promise y’u, jest so sure Ull do asIsay. So look out for y’urself, my man,” “Take care. I have not seen the deepest of you yet, my good peddler. You are something more than you aro willing to allow.” **T cuess you lie,” said Jabez, coolly. “What?” “Now don’t rile up. What’s the usa? It wot du yu no good, nor it won't help yu. V’ve made up my mind what tu du, and I mean business, Now jest you bet on that!” “Do you uphold this scoundrel in his insult to me?” roared Arthur, backing out slowly. “Do not speak to me, Arthur Swayne,” said Edith. ‘After what has happened, you onght to know that you cannot even be a friend of mine.” ‘* Never?” he said, sadly. . ‘No, never!” He went out then, looking back now and then, passed on down the street, Jabez looked after him with a laugh. ‘Kinder riled,” he said. ‘‘ His own fault, _ Orter knowed better than tu tech a lady.” “Was there any truth in his guess that you are other than you seem?" said Edith. He looked at her with a queer smile. “Don’t yu ask questions,” he said. it all tu time,” * Leave CHAPTER VI. HH PURSUIT OF BACON. WHEN Samuel Lawton reached the middle of the village, he found it in great confusion. Armed menu were hurrying toward the central square, where quite a large force had already collected. Into the crowd he worked his way, and found a man whom he knew who was not armed except with a sword, and who was coolly watching the proceedings of the others. Yet there was an expression of concern upon his face. “ What does this mean, Casey? Why are these men collected here?” said Sam. r “They are going after Nat Bacon,” said the man called Casey. ‘“ Shall we let them do it?” “Wait. Let this matter ripen. here?” ‘* He will be here in a moment,” said the other, “ There he comes now.” As he spoke, Sir William Berkeley, fol- lowed by two or three of his partisans in the Assembly, came through the crowd. He start- ed and looked angrity at Lawton, as he saw his face. -‘* What are you doing here, sir?” “T thought men in this colony were free to come and go as they liked.” “Perhaps they are,” said Berkeley. ‘But we do not accord the same privilege to traitors.” “Do you call me traitor? But that you are old and have the sanctity of gray hairs to save you, I would cram the foul lie down your throat! am no traitor.” “ Perhaps you will say that Nathaniel Bacon is no traitor, either?” said Berkeley. “ He is no traitor. If the man lives upon this soil who has the good of Virginia at heart, that man is Nathaniel Bacon. Nay, do not start and look so fierce. I tell you in your teeth that Nathaniel is a purer man than any I see here. His large brain can comprehend the destiny which is before Virginia, and, knowing it, he will do his best to save the colony from the evils which you are bringing upon it. What is his crime? He has gone to protect the frontiers from the savage tribes you have refused to at- tack! You shall not call him traitor.” “Say you so? I have this day taken off his title as a member of the council, and pronouuced him a dangerous traitor. At daybreak I march to attack him and put him down.” “T warn you against it.” “The warning is thrown awov. We will go.” “*You had better not. I cannot. believe that the people of this colony will suffer one of her true sons to be so abused.” “Speak another word, and as there is a Heaven above us, I will have you arrested!” roared the governor. At this moment, Is Berkeley Mr. Drummond forced his way through the crowd and seized the young man by the arm, as he was about to shout back a defiance ta the governor.
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The Yankee Peddler. ““Come away, you hot-headed donkey,” said Drummond, making ho choice of his words = his anger. ‘“‘Do you know what you are oing?” te He insulted me,” said Sam, rather sheep- ishly. ‘Could I say less?” . “Yes; you ought to rein your tongue. you understand all this?” ‘““Yes, The governor is going after Bacon. We must do something.” “ That is under: In the mean time be cautious. What if you had made use of language sufficient to give the governor an excuse for locking you up?” “Tt was foolish, I am glad youcame. Let us stand here a while and watch them. Is Edith alone?” ““No, The Yankee is there.” “Oh! Can you trust him?” ““Umph, yes; you may trust him. How many of our men do you see here?” “Twenty or thirty,” said Lawton, running his eyes over the crowd, “ Why?” “‘Oh, we might need them. Keep quiet now, and watch Berkeley.” They saw the governor walking to and fro among his partisans, whispering to this oye and that, giving his orders in a low tone of voice. They understood by these movements exactly who to trust and who not. As they stood there, they saw Arthur Swayne come hastily down the street, and draw the governor aside. ““That means mischief,” said Drummond. “TI forgot him, and left him at my house. We can- not do anything yet, and it will not do to show ourselves too much.” “Let us stay. It will look as if we fear them, if we go away,” said Lawton. : “That will not do. I tell you to come away atonce. Do not say a word, but come.” Lawton eed and while they were talking two men came up and arrested Samuel. They had a warrant from the governor, in regular form, empowering them to take the body of one Samuel Lawton, and place him in prison, there to be held until such a time as he could be tried for sedition, revolt and for reviling the person of the governor. A tumult arose in the street. Swords were drawn on every hand, and but for the prompt action of Mr. Drummond, blood would have been shed. He-held the arm of Lawton, and would not let him draw his sword. : ‘Peace, men of hoth parties! Let no man here who is a friend of mine or of Samuel Law- ton, dare to draw a sword. He yields him to the justice of the governor, Do not speak, for the sake of Heaven, Samuel. All depends upon eT DG now—upon your discretion.” “ He is right,” said Lawton. ‘ Sheathe your Do swords, my friends. I will go toprison as gayly as if to my wedding.” . A murmur began to arise even among the partisans of the governor. What had the young man done but to uphold their rights, after all? “A Virginian goes to prison, my friends,” said he. ‘ When the door is closed on me, I ask ‘ou to think the matter over and decide what I ve done amiss. I bid you good-night.” The guards closed in about him and he was led away, Drummond accompanied him to the door of the jail and pressed his hand warmly at parting. Then he went slowly back, and on the way met the governor and Arthur, in close con- sultation. ‘**What think you of our model youth now, Master Drummond?” asked the governor. ‘*T think he has been foolish, but not criminal, replied Drummond. ‘ Your Excellency should ‘ thik soberly of these things and not be too hasty in your judgment. It is not a‘small thing to do, when you send one of the first men in this colony to prison upon so slight cause.” “I donot know what you call slight cause,” said the younger man. ‘“L know that both Bacon and yourself are implicated in the same slight crime, and if I had power, I should string you up as high as the trees grow as an example to all rebels,” “Was it to pick up some crumbs of knowl- edge that you were playing the spy and eaves- dropper at my window to-night?’ said Mr, Drummond. . “ Fortunately aa” was said which had a very deep meaning. y dear sir, ou are young; you are very young. You will now better when you are older. With age comes reason, they say. I hope it will come to you soon.” “Tf you are trying to exasperate me, Mr. Drummond, you are very likely to succeed,” said Arthur. ““Eixasperate! Nay, I have no such desire, Pass on, in God’s name. I want nothing more to do with you.” The two passed on down the rapidly darken- ing street. Drummond looked after them a mo- ment and went on his way, when, from the shadow of a house near by, a figure came quick- ly out and joined him. te was the peddler. “Trouble ahead of y’u, ain’t thar?’ he said, hurriedly, “Yes. Lawton is in prison.” ‘Fact? Now, that comes of bein’ hot-headed. Ef it had been y’u or me, we wouldn’t hev gone tu prison. Not a bit; we wouldn’t hev said nothin’ tu take us thar. Now, something must be did. It ain’t jest fair tu shet up that young man. Iruther like him. He is a good boy, only a little hot-headed. I’m right sorry he’s got took.” “So amI. But it could not be helped. Come with me. We will talk more of this.” The morning came, a bright, clear day in spring, and the troops of Berkeley assembled on the village green and marched out upon the trail after the troop of Bacon. They made a gallant show, horse and foot, their bright arms glitter- ing in the sun-fays. But Drummond, Cast, and others of that party stood looking on, mak- ing no demonstrations. Berkeley had hoped they would do something while his troops were in such high feather, for he would have bad the best of his enemies then. Arthur Swayne, who had that day been appointed a colonel of militia, rode at the head of the troop of horse under his command, bis fine figure set off to great advan- tage by his neat uniform. As he passed a house at the head of the street, a beautiful woma) eame out and beckoned to him, = ‘< Will you give me leave a moment, Sir Will- iam?” said he. ‘‘My mother calls me. I will overtake you on the way,”
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16 The lady, putting up her hands, drew his face down to hers, and kissed him on both cheeks, “My dear boy,” she said, ‘‘ you are going to bat- tle. I cone not see you go without wishing you “T thank you, mother,” he said, returning her caress. ‘I will take care of myself.” “Why is your face sad?” she said. “Ts if? IT ought not to feel sad upon the day of my triumph. I received my commission as colonel to-day. and am the trusted friend of the governor. What cause have J to be sad?” ‘“*No cause, I grant you. Yet, you are sad. You may deceive others; you cannot deceive me. Nay; you never did. Youalways told me your griefs.” “ Because I knew that I could come trusting-~ ly to you for consolation—because, when I am sad, your love is cnough to atone for all. What is this fever in my blood which I cannot under- stand? Mother, I asked Edith Drummond to marry me last night, and she refused me, No matter. Iam proud enough to bear that with- out repining. ut she said something to Sam Lawton about a taint in my blood. What does she mean?” The face of the lady grew pale, and she gasped for breath. ** A taint,” she gasped. ‘* Who said there was a taint in your blood? Who dared to say it? I Gid not know Edith could be so cruel. Did she tell you that?” “She did. At least, she told it to Lawton, and I overheard it. Don’t dare to keep it back. Tell me at once what I have to fear.” “T have nothing to tell.” ** Mother!” “No, I have nothing to fell. mond does not know what she talks of. Why did you seek her without asking me? I could have told you that she loved young Lawton, Oh, my son, my son; the fruit of that sad time is coming home to you. Do not listen to idle tales. Oh, why did you not come to me first?’ “What good would that have done?” he said, sullenly. ‘I would have asked her all the same. Besides, I knew as well as you that she liked him the best, but I could not destroy the vague hope Thad in my breast that my eloquence might be stronger than her love for him. I love her des- perately, madly. My life is at her disposal.” “ And how could she refuse you, my boy, my beautiful, my brave! She is a proud-hearted girl and I will love her no longer.” “Don’t speak azainst her, my mother. T Tdith Drum- can’t bear that. I don’t hate her so much as Lawton. He is to blame.” *¢ Hate no one, mv son,” said the lady, patting her arms about bis neck. “It is not right. _ And be would not willingly do you harm.” “Will he not?’ said tho other, in an angry tone. ‘Do not say that. He has already done me the greatest wrong one man may do another. But, why do you not tell me the meaning of the _ scorn Edith Drummond put wpon me?” “Tt meant nothing. There; go your ways, in God’s name, You have your mother’s bless- ilg. ‘Though.all the world forsake thee, yet will notI. Be steadfast to your love for me, as I will be to you.” f “Y can trust you, my mother,” he said, fhe Yankee Peddlor. “‘Then you will not tell me? Imust work it out for myself, Lawton knows it. I can get it from him, for he hates me.” .“ Do not go tohim! Stay. You are asking for the knowledge of something which will em- bitter all your life. You do not know what you demand. Be satisfied with the position you hold and seek no new. Let it suflice you that you live, honored as the son of Egbert Swayne should be, and raised to nigh rank in this colony: What you seek to know would gall your pride, nothing more. For this reason, I would have you ask no questions.” “Mother,” said the young man, ‘‘ you would do better to give me the explanation desire. I shall find ‘it out in time. What is the broad arrow upon my shoulder? Who put it there?” Mrs, Swayne staggered, as if he bad dealt her a blow. He saw her agitation and followed it up. ‘‘The mark has some symbolic meaning, You never put it there. Then who did it? I met an Indian in the forest, not 1 ng since, and we had a quarrel over adeer. It came to a finale at last, and in the end he got the best of it, for he was a strong fellow. But, in the struggle, be tore the clothing from my shoulder and revealed the arrow. The moment he saw it he gave up the deer to me and submitted like a slave. He bab- bled of some Indian chief, Kee-na-ter or Kee- na-too, I don’t exactly remember, and of Rena, the Snow-Bird. Now I ask you who put the arrow on my shoulder?” * An Indian,” said Mrs. Swayne. “© When?” ‘“When you were achild. You press me too hard, Go us now, and upon your return T will tell you all if you still insist. Perhaps it is better you should know.” He kissed her lips fervently and put spurs to his horse. She looked after him with tears in her eyes. “The wild blood will show,” she muttered. ‘ How will it end?” CHAPTER VII. LAWTON OUT OF PRISON, THE troop of Berkeley marched on beside the river, toward the north, upon the course taken by the followers of Bacon, who had a long start. but they must pass through a country infes' by Indians hostile to them and friendly to the governor, and must move slowly. Berkeley had hardly marched two miles when the Jong roll of - a drum sounded in the direction of Jamestown. He paused, while Arthur Swayne swore a sound- ing oath. ¥ “ The curse fall on that Drummond,” he cried. “You would have done weil, Sir William, if you had suffered me to put him in prison along with Lawton.” “How could I? The rascal gave me no - r- tunity, and even counseled Lawton to yield.” ‘‘ Ay, he is a deeper knave than his fellow- traitors. There is nothing for us, Sir William, but to turn back.” “And leave Bacon to conquer the Indians and thus gain notoriety? I can not do that.” “You must; there is no option, Hark to that drum! 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The Yankee Peddler. from some doorstep—perchance from that of your own residence.” “T can not go back,” replied Berkeley savage- ly. ‘‘ March!’ The troops again set forward, and for half an hour pursued their course uninterrupted, Just then the rapid beat of coming hoofs announced a horseman at hand. The next moment a mounted man, his horse ina foam, dashed up to the cavalcade and reined in his panting steed close to the governor. Herecognized in him one of his own partisans. who had been left in the village for the purpose of watching events there. : ‘* How now, Garbetts!” he cried. ‘‘ What is your news? Speak quickly.” “Return, Sir William. The people of these counties are assembling at beat of drum. Even now Samuel Lawton is haranguing an armed crowd before the Assembly chamber.” “Tawton! I left-him under guard.” “The crowd threatened the guard, and they let him out,” said Garbetts. ‘‘ Do not hesitate; much mischief will be done if you-do not re- turn,” “*T thank God you have come, Garbetts,” said the young man, eagerly. ‘‘ Now, Sir William, Task you to turn back.” “Tt must be done, Arthur. But, by the life of my body, I would sooner cut off my right hand at the shoulder than doit. Have your way; give the order to return.” * Face about; march! Sir William, give me leave to take the mounted men and go inadvance, to see the depth of this knavery.” “You have leave,” said Sir William; ‘‘ and if you cut down a man or two, in the execution of our duty, no one can blame you. I care not if it should happen to be Drummond or Lawton.” **T understand you. Cavalry, attention. Close files. Trot,” Berkeley looked after the disappearing troops with a grim»smile, ‘‘ Hot blood—hot blood,” he muttered. ‘‘ Some of these traitors will suffer I fervently pray; and then I can lay any excess at the door of my friend Arthur. What a fine thing it is to have another assume the responsi- bility!” Arthur rode rapidly on at the head of his troop, debating what he should do. His course was soon decided. He would ride on, and if the rebels were up, he would ride them down with- ont mercy. The village was now in view, and he perceived a great commotion within. The loyalists pressed on, Cheers were heard, and then the tones of a commanding voice. Arthur recognized that voice, and setting his teeth hard, drew his sword and dashed down the street, followed by his armed followers. He saw Samuel Lawton standing on the steps of the Assembly chamber, speaking to an excited crowd. So deeply en- gaged were they that they did not heed the ap- Saag of Swayne until the horses began to reak into the crowd. 2 “ Disperse, ye rebels! Cut down yonder traitor and escaped prisoner where he stands. I willbe your surety.” A hoarse murmur was heard in the crowd as they broke up, Some twenty or thirty deter- “ Ffalt! cried Arthur. i? mined men mounted the steps by Lawson’s side and drew sword and pistol, exchanging defiant words with those of Sweyne’s party. ‘They must dismount to get at us here,” said Samuel. ‘Stand to your arms, gentlemen. There is no warrant for them to assault peace- able citizens. Let usshow them that the good people of Jamestovrn will never be slaves to any power on the earth.” ‘By our faith, no,” said the stalwart man whom Bacon had addressed as Ingram on the fir:t meeting of this kind. ‘‘ We wil} stand by you. Come on, my lads. Who of you will be the first to taste cold steel?’ Swayne’s followers were in no haste toattack. While they could assault a crowd on foot, it was another matter to rush up the high steps in the face of leveled steel. “ Are you all cowards?” cried Arthur. ‘‘ You, who are ready to follow me, dismount. Let the cowards stay, and act as horse-boys, if that suits them better.” Most of the men leaped from their saddles and followed their impetuous young leader. The first rush carried the assaulted party back a pace or two, but they recovered directly and turned a wall of steel against the enemy. The combat, at such close quarters, was neces- sarily bloody. Two men on the side of Swayne had rolled down the steps, one of them mortally wounded, when the blast of a bugle announced the coming of a new force. Arthur, then en- gaged ina personal combat with Sam, looked over his shoulder, his antagonist dropping his point courteously to allow him to do so, and saw a sight not over pleasant. Two hundred men, well mounted and appointed, were march- ing down the street under the lead of a man whom Lawton greeted with a smile. The face of this person was in part concealed by a mask, which covered his features down to the mouth. ‘Tt seems this rebellion is well planned,” said Arthur, fiercely. “So it seems,” said Sam, ‘* Away with you, while there is time; we have no desire to shed blood. You, who will follow me, and meet the gallant Bacon on his return, get to horse.” Nearly all who bad been his auditors during his speech soon appeared on horseback, and nearly four hundred men marched out in a body, taking the direction of the Williamsburg Plantations, from which the new body of troops had come. Arthur, who could do nothing to stop them, saw them depart, full of rage, Law- ton rode by the side of the masked leader of the Williamsburg troops, engaged in earnest con- versation. Half an bour after,Berkeley came into the village, and he had in his company that worthy man, Jabez White, of Boston, e had found him by the roadside refreshing the inner man with a hearty meal, while his horse cropped the grass near at hand. Jabez, whose bump of veneration was not large, had at once proposed to trade horses with the governor. “T remember this fellow,” whispered a major who rode near his Excellency. ‘“ Heisa friend to Swayne; at least, the colonel brought him in the other day.” “Fact,” said Jabez. ‘We met out in the woods an’ I tried tu sell him a dorg. Any of yu want to buy a dorg?”
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is The Yankee Peddler. ‘**No,” said the governor, ‘ Bring him along | this troop of traitors on their way to Williams- sme of you.” *Oh, I ain't a grain proud,” said Jabez, “ I'd jest oz lieve ride with y’u ez not. Iseen a right spry lot of men go by a minnit ago.” * Ride close Which way were they going?” “Wal, they were goin’ tuWVilliamsburg, I guess. Anyhow, they was headed that way. ve been up that way sellin’ some medicines and notions. Don’t want’ any medicine, du y’u? Wal, don’t rile up. How did I know but y’u raizht? Y’u fully looked it; fact. I was comin’ along the rvad, not ten minnits ago, and they come, nigh on fo four hundred men, a-spankin’ along on the’r hosses, large ez life.” * Who led them?” “Wal, I reckon it were the young feller y’u put in the jug, yesterday.” “Tn the * jug? What do you mean by that?” “In durance vile, I mean. Shet up in jail, you know. He was there, ridin’ on the most ébarnal neatest hoss y’u ever see. They looked mizhty neat and scrumptious, I guess.” “* Who could they be?” “Wal, a good sprinklin’ of them cum from Jamestown an’ the rest from Williamsburg, I puess. I’ve seen a good many of ’em in James- town sence I’ve been here,” “T do not know what business you have here atall. I-wish these northern colonies would kasp their bloodsuckers at home,” “They ain’t hurt y’u, hey they? I’m a poor paddler. I wouldn’t do no one any harm, I want to sell my goods, Want tu buy any ile?” ‘* Nonsense. Pushon. I am afraid some evil has befallen Arthur.” A smile passed over the face of the peddler, but he said no more and rode on by the side of the governor, until they had nearly reached J sto6wn. Then he asked the governor to pri him from Arthur Swayne. He's got a Spite ag’in’ me,” he said. “What did you do to him?’ “T hit him, [ guess,” replied Jabez. “What? And why did he not kill you?” ‘Cause I wouldn’t let him,” said Jabez. ** You seea man that travels in a strange kentry hz tu carry firearms. I hada little pop-gun uader my coat.” “ Why did you strike him?’ ‘He was takin’ liberties with a young lady of my acquaintance. So I hit him.” “Then settle it yourself.” “Pil hev tu. Ef be lays a finger on me Pl sheat him, so help me gosh.” The governof said no more until he caught sizht of Arthur advancing to meet them. “You would do well to keep out of sight if you are afraid of Colonel Swayne, He is hot- shor we “TL ain’t afraid,” said Jabez, coolly. Arthur was in no mood to notice the Yankee, His mind was occupied by the actions of Lawton, and he told the governor what had happened. “Two men wounded! Who are they?” “Garbetts and Raynor. Both men were cut down by one man, Ingram of Henrico.” “The burly ruffian. I will make him suffer for that. Here is a man who says he mes to me and tell me about it, burg.” “Who; my Yankee friend? Ah, my good sir, I have a heavy score to settle with you.” “You needn’t mind. I don’t want no pay™ “Did you see a masked man at the head of those fellows, when you met them?’ said Arthur, “No,” replied the Yankee, ‘‘ Masked. What did he want tu du that for?” “That puzzles me. I am satisfied, Six Wil- liam, that the man was not a Virginian. I think I know the leading men on these planta- tions and there was something in the air of this man which led me to think he was a strat.er here.” : “But Lawton knew him?” Ves.” *‘ And you saw no masked man among ther, ?” “No. Thar wasn’t no masked man when they passed me. Lawton was ahead. Come; don’t let us fool away time. I’ve got about ‘he neatest pair of spurs you ever see, I'd lik, sell ’em to some one. I don’t much keer w Only it wouldn’t seem jest right to put on any rebel critter. y grandad he ha “If you attempt to tell one of your inco prehensible lies now, you villain, I will cut y down to the chin. Look out for yourself.” “Then I won't tell it. But I’d hke tu sell y the spurs.” ‘“Domt trouble me now,” said the govern “Go your way, and see that you hold no co munion with these rebels,” “That's all right,” said Jabez. “I’m gor down tu the tavern tu put up my pack, Art¢ taat I want a little sleep.” They saw him enter the ale-house known: the Queen, which also gave lodgings to trave ers. Half an hour after he came out withe his pack and strolled down the street towa: the Stenas of Drummond. That acute man he taken no part in the disturbance of the da being Satisfied that it was premature. He w: standing at the window, and seeing the peddle invited him to enter, which he did, Edith w4 watching him too, in the hope of getting son message from Lawton. But, to her surpri her father retired immediately to his own room taking the peddler with him. Here they 1 mained for nearly three-quarters of an od When they came out the peddler was talking a high key. * No, ? can’t, Mister Drummond, It ain fair to my fam’ly, I’d duit ef Icould. But when you ask a man to sell an article like tha for the price, ’tain’t jest right.” : ““We will talk about it again,” said Drum mond. ‘Perhaps we can come to some agree ment,” Edith waylaid the Yankee before he reached the door, -and would not let him pass. ‘ Yor have not given me an opportunity to thank yo for what you did yesterday, my friend. Let mq dc it now.” “Thank me? Sho, now! Tain’ no use, said Jabez, blushing. ‘' Y’u let me alone, hain’t done nothing at all to git any thanks fo’ Let me be.” “T will try to repay your kindness in some
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The Yankee Peddler. way,” said Edith. ‘In the mean time, have you not got any thing for me?” — ‘Any thing for y’u? I’ve got the nicest lot _ oljods down tu the Queen y’u ever see. They cog™to-day in a sloop from Boston. Some hat®im dresses an’ some woolens. Yu can’t help likin’? ’em, I know. What y’u larfin at, young lady? “You are determined not to understand me. Are you not charged with some commission to ine?” lady Pye seen in Jamestown. What makes y’u think lve got a message for y’u?” “Because I think you have been with Mr. Lawton lately, and surely you would not be so ernucp as to keep it from me.” “act,” said Jabez, promptly; and putting ig nand inside his coat he drew out a folded missive, which he handed to Edith. “I don’ s’poge Ill ever git any pay for it.” a G you will. Let me read my letter, and the SP? will pay you.” let} ay right,” said he. ‘I can’t wait fur it muc; Take my pay another time, ef it will suit tUrbjest ez well.” he Went out slowly and walked down toward ee Queen, Edith read her letter, which was ers’ Jetters usually are, and then looked at her father. han Who is that man?” sho said. = W&sT thought you knew. His name is Jabez ._ ite, and he—” Sir Father, allow me to interrupt you. This Me’) is something beyond a mere peddler.” 1“ Allow me to interrupt you, Edith. Do not curious. It isa bad habit, and can come to ¥°'good. Let matters take their‘own course.” Poobe saw that no hing wago be gained by ask- t § questions, and the matter dropped. But she es, 8 determined to watch. as CHAPTER VIII. THE BLOOD TAINT, th3omm days passed and Bacon had returned. bi} Berkeley feared, his expedition had been suc- «sful in the highest degree, and he, with fifty- tr¢en followers, had taken a fort and killed one Windred Indians, with a loss on his part of only Teree men. The news spread like wildfire rough the settlements of Virginia, and his re- an was a perfect ovation. Nevertheless, im- &ediately upon his arrival, he was placed in Oinger, At Williamsburg he found Lawton, Cad some thirty armed followers, The force of acon had already disbanded, but not until the Slamor of the people had forced Berkeley to dis- ‘olve the Assembly and prepare for the election 5f anew one. This was accordingly done, and 83acon was the member‘returned from the county 5 Henrico, } 3 [He knew as well as othees that he bad no ifety'in Jamestown, and embarked in a sloop, ith some thirty followers, and sailed for the Village.. Samuel had nd¢ seen Edith for some | days, and was gloomy, as/a true lover should be. Rounding & point in the‘viver, they came sud- AS Samuel, and of as much eonsequence as | ! | denly upon an armed barque, and were fired upon, Discretion wes the better part of valor, and, without excbanging shots with the king’s ship, they returned up the river. “This means business,” said Bacen, “I shall be arrested. Drummond was right. We were a little ahead of, time.” “Then. take his advice,” said Lawton. will be good.” They had scarcely landed near the plantation “Te ! of Bacon, when a méssenger met them from “{ jedge yu are about the sharpest young | JOGs 4 5S Jamestown, He was heated hy hard riding, and gave a billet to Bacon, who read it. “Here is Drummond's advice, then,” he said, “Shall I take it?” Lawton read the letter. “ Directly after the receipt of this, you will be ar- rested. The new sheriff of Jamestown, Cotenel Arthur Swayne, is already on the way to make the seizure. My aavice is, make no resistance; permit yourself to betaken and tried The people of James- town and vicinity will not suffer them; to proceed to extremities, so you need have no fear.” ‘*f{ think that the best advice you could get,” said Lawton. ‘Ha! Our worthy sheriff is not dilatory in making his appearance, for there he is.” As he spoke, several horsemen appeared at a bend in the river, foremost among wkom was A a Swayne, “I give you good-day, Colonel Swayne,” said Bacon, as he rode up. “I bardly expected to see you so soon at my plantaticn.” of arrest you, Nathaniel Bacon, charged with seditious and treasonabie practice, in stirring up riots against the good peace and quiet of cur ~ colony; and in marching an armed force upon a friendly Indian village, agammst‘the express eom- mand of the governor.” ‘* You do your office fairly, Colonel Swayne,” said Bacon. “I yield without demur. Docs your office refuse me the privilege of allowing: one of my friends to ride in my company? If it does not, I shall ask Mr. Samuel Lawtcn to ac- company me to Jamestown.” “He shall go,” said Swayne, grimly. “I find that he figures in my we ~ant as an escaped prisoner, “You will secure nim, Cut him down if he resists, my lads.” : “You might not find that so easy to do, if I did resist, my friend,” said Lawton. ‘It seems we go in company, Nathaniel,” The party made no halt, and it came into Jamestown early in the evening. Befcre an hour had passed they were in prison, and the news bad flown through the settlement of the fact, and the town was again ina tumult, But Drummond, whose policy iti was hard to under- stand, appeased the crowd. The more acute reasoners saw that he was at heart as disaffect- ed as either Lawton or Bacon. The people dis- persed. Arthur, when the two prisoners were secured, went down to his own heme. His mother met him at the door and he took her hand and kissed her. It was a good quality of this young man that he loved his mother dearly. . Mrs, Swayne’s face was very sad, for she had been thinking over the story she must tell him, ever since he had left her, They went into her room together and sat down uponacouch, ‘My sou,” she said, ‘you have my promise te om
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The Yankee Peddler. tt tell you this story. I ask you once again to pause. It will be an agony to me to tell it, as it will be a grief to you to listen, My son, my son. If I had died before this hour I should have been content.” “Ts it shame?” “No, not to any but our proud families. No more than what they would call a mesalliance. You say that the chief with whom you fought recognized the broad arrow upon your flesh, When you were an infamt, scarcely two weeks old, the mark was engraven on your skin, You see it yet remains. You lay upon my knees when it wasdone. I told you thatan Indian did it. It was Kee-na-too, chief of the Shawnees.” “ Kee-na-too! The Indian spoke that name. And Rena; he spoke of her. Who was she?” ** Must I tell you?” ‘Tell me, or I shall die.” “You must have it then. I, your mother, am Rena, the Snow-Bird, and your father was Kege-na-too.” Had a shot struck down that proud young man, he could not have fallen more quickly than he did, All the mother in her was aroused. She took his head upon her knees and rocked herself ‘to and fro, weeping and calling upon him to ‘speak to her, to give some token that. he could forgive her for telling him the story. He awoke with a gasping sigh, ani when he saw her face, shuddered through every limb. Z “T must tell you, Arthur. I was stolen, when a child, by my uncle, Braxton Keller, and left in the woods tiv perish. The young Indian, Kee-na-too, carried m2 tenderly to the village, “where [ was brought up. Remember, in all this time until’ I was eighteen years of aze, I never saw the face of a white man. I was an Indian in everything. Kee-na-too loved me dearly, and perished in trying to save me from my pur- suers. I shall never forget, until I lie in my rave, the terrible scene when my chief died, Wracton Keller, Doctor Boyle, and he, lay dead And you were there, an infant.” “T understand it now,” he said, madly, ‘I know why they look at me with pitying glances. Tae people of the village know my story, and think it shame to me. ‘ Let them beware, The first man who dares to taunt me with my birth must do it at the risk of a dagger in his heart.” Arthur!” “T tell you I cannot bear it. An Indian! TI do not blame you, of course. You did not y know the wrong you did, and I only feel anger at those who dare to reflect upon me.” “ Arthur, ask your grandfather; ask the old man, who has always been so tender to you, and who loves you so dearly.” “Ay. The man who brought me back from the Indian village and ieft me here, where I could learn the sweet uses of civilization only when it will make it the more bitter to know that the blood of the Shawnee is mingled with the pure blood of the Kellers, I know now why you love these brats of Swayne’s better than you do ms, The dark blood of Kee-na-too can- not be loved like the aristocratic stream which flows in the veins of a Swayne.” The look of suffering in his mother’s face stopped upon the narrow rock. | “T must be going mad, indeed, to doubt you, my mother,” he said, ‘‘ Forgive me. With all my vices—and they are many—I have kept this one virtue: I have always loved you dengg. And it cuts me to the heart that you shogie the one to deal me this terrible blow. M¥F, it is terrible. I, who have jeered at the Indias, am myself the son of an Indian. Powers above, why did I not die before this hour?” ‘““Hear me, Arthur. If ever there lived a man who was noble, it was my savage husband, Kee-na-too. I loved him while he lived; I have never forgotten him, and never will. Do not think so hardly of your birth. Remember how he died, fighting in your defense and in ngne. Think of him at his best, as a grand war#ior, one who loved me dearly, and died for me.” “T cannot think of him so,” said Arthur, Lith a sort of groan. ‘It is impossible. Oh, if you only knew how proud I was of my birth, #ad how I have boasted of it in England! And now? Let no man dare to taunt me. But, let ugmot speak further of this. Lam going out.” a ‘Where will you go, Arthur?” “Don’t ask me, mother. I am going to doa little work for the good of the country.” He passed out into the darkness. As he d*d so, he was conscious that, séme one was near, him, who had been lying in wait. The flash of light which streamed frem within showed him the face of the Indian whom he had fought with in the woods, “Manton!” he cried. “Nabolish speaks my name,” said the chief. ‘There is a war-cloud hanging over his people. The Shawnees have again had wrong. I am come to avenge it.” - “What is the matter now?” “You shall hear. A white man came a few suns ago to our village. The warriors knew ke came as an enetny. They were angry, and would not let him pass, He asked for corn and they promised to give him that if he would go back. But he would not. Then in the night he came upon us by stealth, and many warriors were slain.” “T know the man of whom you speak,” sa*? Arthur; ‘the is a bad man, and we have put him in prison.” “Good,” said Manton, well. Then be shall die?” “T do not know. Lesus speak of another thing. When yousaw the broad arrow on my arm, what meaning did you attach to it?” “That Nabolish had the right to command the Shawnees; to do what ‘he would, and they have to obey.” : “That is well,” said Arthur. ‘I may claim your aid before many days; and when I do, see that you obey me. India, I know the tie which binds us. I understand that the broad arrow marks mo as one of the great Shawnee nation.” “eh!” said Manton, | “‘ Who tell you?” ‘My mother.” . “Has Rena spoken?_ Good. Then you know that you are one of Indian blood. All good. Rena very good, if white. Kee-na-too very ‘‘ Nabolish speaks good; great warrior.” ; ; ‘““ Why do you call mes Nabolish?” “Indian name; méan Strong Thunder, in Yengee tongue. One* day you tire of white Vn —
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The Yankee Peddler. men. chief.” ; “It may come to that yet,” said the young man. ‘“ Andif Ido, Manton, if I am forced to join the tribe, there will not be one in all the ¢€ gctry who will hate the whites as I will,” es | good,” said Manton. “What I do for ‘OVst we Remain in the place a.day or two. want you.” ‘“*Good,” said the Shawnee, stirise.” They separated, and Arthur walked down toward Drummond’s, He had no definite pur- pose in so doing. but rather was drawn there by his love for Edith. There was a light in the window of the large room into which he had peeped on the day when he was detected by the peddler. He crept cautiously up to the window and looked in, Edith was there, alone, His heart beat tumultuously. He had never seen her look so beautiful. The man had strong pas- sions, borrowed from his Indian sire, and they were beginning to show. The window stood open. He placed his hand upon the sill and stepped into the room. Edith started up in considerable trepidation, which was not decreased by seeing who it was. ‘““Why do you come here, Arthur Swayne?” she sai ‘Go away.” oy :? he said, hoarsely. ‘‘I now know wh: hate me so. I have been your play- mate,and have loved you ever since we were little children together; but, to-night I heard the terrible truth—I learned whose son I am. You could not love an Indian!” “Ah! Who was cruel enough to tell you that? It could not have been Sam—Mr. Law- ton.” “No, it was not Sam—Mr. Lawton,” said Arthur, bitterly, ‘“‘It was my mother; I forced her to tellme. A man with Indian blood in his veins is an outcast.” “ How can you say so? You are but twenty, and you hold a high rank in the colony. Your blood has not worked against you. And, Arthur, I know a dozen girls in Jamestown who would gladly be chosen by you. Then why do you not forget me, and marry some one who loves you as you deserve?” “Do not insult me,” he said; ‘‘ I love but one woman; if I do not have her, Ihave none. I come to tell you to beware how you rouse the black blood in my heart! If you do, look to yourself; your lover is in prison.” “7 ky it; you put him there.” * So id. The day will come when he will go to prison only to come out to die.” “Y @ threaten him. He is not afraid of I may “See you at so,” said a quiet voice. ‘‘ Consarn my pictePef he ain’t at the little gal ag’in. Git, consarn y’u, before I bore a hole in yure kar- kidge!” Arthur looked up and saw his friend the ped- @ler leanjng against the wall, holding out the long-barygiled pistol with which he was already acquain Convinced that it was useless to remain, hur leaped through the window and was seen $™ more that night, while the peddler immorrible glee, - | Then you come to Shawnee and be a CHAPTER IX. UNWILLING GUESTS. BACON was brought before the assembly. Having had time for reflection, he had decided upon his course, which was to give up, for the present, merely that he might have an opportu= nity to mature his plans, He confessed his mu- tinous and rebellious practices; begged pardon therefor, desired the council and burgesses to mediate for him; and proffered his whole estate as a surety of good behavior. followed his example, much against his will. Arthur Swayne opposed the desire fo pardon the two men with all his power, and Berkeley was as set against it. But the new assembly were too much infected with Bacon’s principles to allow them to be severe. The governor at last issued the pardon, and replaced Bacon in his seat in the council, after bidding him beware of ‘‘ two rogues,” Drummond and Lawton. Next day Arthur set about a little plan for the punishment of the Yankee. But, just as he had matured it, the fellow slipped away, and could not be found. Not many days after, Bacen himself disappeared, no one knew whitker. Drummond went about with the demure lcok on his face which characterized him, and was ap- parently more surprised than any one else when, some days after, Bacon entered the town at the head of four hundred well-appointed men whom he had gathered in the northern counties, The governor had been at work endeavoring to bring in the York training bands, but Bacon eame in quickly, disarmed every one in the town, and surrounded the Assembly chamber, in which the council was then sitting. The doors were flung open, and Bacon came into the hall, followed by half adozen of the young leaders who had enlisted under his banner. The goy- erpor rose, white with rage. ‘““What do you here, vile traitor? Nathaniel Bacon, is this the way you abuse our clemency? We were induced to pardon you because we be- lieved you to be repentant. ‘We will revoke our y, good governor, do not get so angry,” said Nathaniel, with his superior smile. ‘It is unnecessary,” Do youuphold him in this villainy, Samuel Lawton?’ cried the governor. ‘*T do not understand the term,” replied Sani. “T have accompafhied my friend here, and he has a request to make to the council.” “Tt looks like a demand, backed by four hun- dred men,” said the governor. “Nothing of the kind,” said Bacon. ‘We heard you had sent for the York train-bands; so we t.ok the liberty to bring some of our friends. There they are.” As he spoke he took his hat from his head and waved it toward the window. A host of flushed faces were seen, and fusees were bent upon the Assembly, while many voices shouted: ‘‘We will have it, we will have it.” Oneof the Assem- bly, a friend of Bacon, rose in his seat, and shook his handkerchief at the crowd, erying: **-You shall have it.” “What do they ask?” said the governor. “Speak quickly.” ; Tt is not much,” said the young leader, Lawton -
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The Yankee Peddler. “We are determined that I shall have a‘ com- mission as general.” The governor uttered a cry like that of a wild beast at bay, and tore open the breast of his cost, crying in a wild tone: ‘More God! fair mark. Shoot. I may as well die now as yield to your infamous demands. I will not do it. Shoot, I say. Why do you delay? Finish your work! Come; be thou Brutus to stab great Caesar,” “May it please your Excellency,” said Bacon, * such violence is far from ny thoughts. Neither is there gny man here who will hurt a hair of your head, or of any man in this council. What we have come to demand is my commission, to save us from the Indians, and that we will have.” A violent discussion rose on every hand, in which Bacon, Lawton, Swayne, and many members of the Assembly participated. The governor sat pale and sad, saying but. little. In the end, borne down by the tide of public opinion, Sir William gave his consent. “Then take your own course,” said Arthur Swayne, rising, “Since this man is to com- mana ma, | here tender you back the commis- sion you have bestowed upon me.” “You shall not resign,” whispered the govy- ernor. ‘‘ Wait. I will not sign his commis- sion.” The Assembly passed an act making the young leader general of a thousand men apportioned among the several countics., At this successful ‘termination of their plan, a great cheering rose on the outside of the building, and almost amounted to a riot. The crowd caught up Bacon and Lawton, carrying them upon their shoulders, They did not know that the governor was even then meditating a refusal of the commission which Bacon had dared so much togain In the end, the commission was signed, and Bacon marched against the In ians. One tribe, which had done great damage to the country, was driven from their Jands, and broke up into parties, committing depredations upon the peo- ple of the surrounding country. This was Arthur Swayne’s opportunity, and he set about inciting the governor to proclaim the absent leader a traitor, in Gloiféster coun- ty. The news spread like wildfire, and Drum- mond was the first to hear it. Two days after, two mencame thundering*into Jamestown at the best speed of their horses. These men were Samuel Lawton and his queer friend the ped- dler, Jabez had changed bi; horse for oue of greater speed, and really would have looked well in the saddle, but for the ridiculous costume which he wore, “That fellow sits too straight in the saddle for a common peddler,” many a man thought as they dashed by. They did not pause in Jamestown longer than to find Drummond and get him to join them, which he was now ready to do, and kept on to the Middle Plantations, always the hotbed of this movement, and called a convention. Here the people agreed to sup- port them, even against the king’s troops, until they had presented his cause to the king. _» Berkeley, awed by the hostile attitude assum- ; ed, retired fo Accomac, on the eastern shore, and set about raising troops, accompan spared. = his flight by Arthur Swayne, who still clinia, did his fortunes. Hereé he collected a thousanolden, and marched against Jamestown, then im the possession of Bacon’s party. Arthur Swayne was indefatigable, and it: was a proud day for him when two ships-of-war.and sixteen sloops sailed up the river under his com- mand, to co-operate in the attack on James- town, should resistance be made. Bacon had dissolved the old Assembly, and issued writs for anew one, His army bad been disbanded, and. nothing remained but flight for the preseift. The men who had followed him before fiocked to his banner, and with a force much smaller than that of the governor, he besieged him in the town, The peninsula on which Jamestown was built was two niiles in length by one mile in breadth, washed on the south by James River, and cross- ed on the north by adeep creek, which united with the river to the east, and ranged westward ina semicircle until within a few paces of tho river-bank. The peninsula was low, and full of marshes and swamps, which made the place the most unhealthy in Virginia in the summer, Bacon, assisted by Lawton and Drummond, commenced intrenchments across the neck of the peninsula. It was at this time that be tock astrange way of insuring himself against at- tack while finishing his intrenchments. g@He wes saying to Lawton that he was afy that Berkeley would sally cut and overwh hem before they were ready, and Jabez, wimg and strolied into the camp, put in his.car, ¢ the army, “ T kin tell y’u how tu take keer of tha was much The men who followed Bacon noth brought their leaders, one and all, showed marhey bal: ence to the opinions of Jabez. Baco.the troops different from the rest, *acon was ‘What would you do?” : Were not “ Wal, I guess I'd make the. wimmst used to able fur the men,” said the Yankee, * mean is, send out a comp’ny of hoss an’ treneral, the wimmin y’u can find en’ bring ain a few Then Vll be answerable they den’t Jxre the old yu. What do y’usay?” will ma! “But it will be barbarous.” puttir- “No, ‘twont. Ther? won't a haivcot their heads be teched, nohow. Only bring ’em here an’ give ’em a dinner. They won't want to come, but*we will make ’em.” “Wa! ha! capital!” cried Bacon, “It shall be done. Major Lawion, take twenty-five of your rangers and see to this duty. I will write a list of those whom we wish to bave cap- tured.” Samuel entered into the jest with, collected the men he needed. Before three o’clock he bad sent gq into the works twenty ladies of the lies in and ahont Jamestown, Tho erally took it_in geod part. wre- pared and tables set out upon the grass. Tho officers of. the little army escorte) their guests to the tables and did the honors of the feast. Tn the midst of the merrymaking the digtant sound of a drum was heard. “That's for us,” said Bacon. ‘ Arthur Swayne would not keep si is not to be endured, How dare pirit, and yroug ht P fami- knew that ‘long. It y break in
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The Yankee Peddler. 9 much good company with their drum! 1 punish them. Mr, Jabez Hawk, I will you our envoy to them.” What’s an envoy?” said Jabez, “Don’t you know?’ said Bacon. “‘Come none of that, We know you too -well. i want you to go to the coming force of the enemy, Come aside, and I will whisper my in- structions.” ; He led the Yankeo aside, and gave him bis orders in a low tone. He was then furnished with a white flag; and thus armed, Jabez set out in the direction of the coming foe. Arthur had at length prevailed upon the governor to ermit him to march out and attack Bacon, efore he had completed the fortification across the Neck. The governor had yielded after per suasion, for he had the utmost fear of the rebel leader, whom he gave credit for the highest wers. What was Arthur's surprise to be met in the road by Jabez Hawk, holding a white flag in his hand, and whistling some bars of a popular melody. “How du y’u do,” he said. ‘‘ Glad to see y’u, cunnel, that’s a fact. Shake hands.” “What do you want here?’ said the young man. “Give me a reason why | should not hang you to yonder tree,” “Pye got good reasons enough,” said the Yankee, calmly. ‘It’s agin’ the laws of Ged and mn tu send a feller-bein’ out of the world Everybody respects a flag when ey well,” said Arthur, impatiently. ‘I to meet you. How many men has i Bacon?” nowin’, couldn’t say,” said Jabez. any do you think Le has?” wouldn't like to have yeu guided by said Jabez, ‘IT might think one thing nother. I didn’t come cut here to give non about the number of men Gineral as, Ther’s a p’izen heap of ’em, I guess, 51 don’t think so, y'u jest go in an’ see,” going,” said Arthur, grimly. ‘ He that to his cost.” at Moses,” said Jabez. ‘' Don’t tell » goin’ tu pitch intu Gineral Bacon,” is precisely what I mean todo. Have you come to arrange the terms of surrender?” “No, [ain’t. In fact, I don’t think the gin- eral had any idee of givin’ up jest yit. Ef I know his heart, he means tu lick Mister Berke- ley an’ y’u right out of yure butes. That's what he means tu du. Now, my gran’dad, he—” ‘Silence! State your messige.” “Hov'0\in I keep silence an’ state my mes- sage? That's what I want tu know?” sSCtc- 10,” *“ AP" T goin’ on. Wal, mister, Gineral Bacon ats 2008 nice little party to supper, an’ he want.’?'u tu come. He sent a list of the names of them he wants to attend.” ““This passes the utmost limits of impudence. Do you mean to teli me that he has the face to ask us to come to dinner?” ry Why 0b?” “Dve a,; 20d mind to humor him. I will. You can £0 ba’ “and say that he may expect me in half an b'*"-, with ‘six hundred stout fellows at my back, a ‘‘That’s clever. IT tell him, The ladies will be glad tu see y’u.” “Tadies! What ladies?” “Some that the gineral invited to meet y’u. Mistress Annie Yardley, Lady Chichely, Mis tress Keller, Mistress Ludwell, and twelve cr fourteen more,” “You are a lunatic. What do you tell me? That those ladies are in Bacon’s camp?” ‘“Yaas, they be. An’ the gineral wanted me tu say that he’d like it if y’u would be specially keerful how y’u fired yure guns tu-day, because he wouldn’t have none cf the ladies hurt.” “The cunning thief. knew that we dared not attack him while the ladics are there. Dees he mean to keep them lor : “That depends. Some of ‘em don’t want tu goaway. Thar’s Mistress Edith Drummond— she raally seems tu like it. But then, Major Sam js raally a han’sum feller.” **Do you want me to cut your throat, you vil- lain? Get back to this rebel’s den, and say to him that Colonel Swayne sends bim a hearty defiance; and when he has sent away the wives and daughters ofsour leaders from his camp, we will rouse him in his den. Say to this Major Lawton that 1 hate }:im, and will make him bit- terly repent this last act. You are sure Edith Drummond is ther “The last I see of her waswhen I was a-comin’ out of camp. She was sittin’ under a tree, an’ Major Sam’s arm was—” * Away with you! Speak another word andI will kill you!” roared Arthur. rs “Riles up in a minute,” said Jabez? Wal, good-day. “Never see anything like the young men nowadays. They rile up so quick, Tllgo back and tell the gineral what v’u say.” And turning on his heel, he went back to camp, laughing as he went. CHAPTER X. THE DEATH EMISSARY. THE works were completed even while Bacon’s dinner wes going on. Not one among the ladies, if she hed told the truth, but was secretly pleased with the avdacity of the young leader, in bringing them to his intrenchments, thereby making them the safeguard against their hus- bands. When it was done the general furpished them wiihan escort, and allowed them to de- part in peace, . Now that they are gone,” said the brave fellow, ‘‘we may look out for an assault from our warlike Accomackians. I do not care how quickly it comes.” “Hark. Do you hear the drum?” “Yes, They areon the march. Good lyck to them, and may they succeed in routing us out of cur nest, if they can.” a The roll of. the drum grew louder and then ceased. For half an hour all was silent, a silence ominous to Bacon and his men. Then, all at once, a wild cry broke out from a hundred. throats, and they saw the green coats of a thou- sand men as they sprung from their hiding- places and made a rush at the works, That hour of silence bad not been wasted by Bacon. His men were all disposed inside the intrenched line an¢ were ready for the strife. When the battle-cry broke out, their shouts answered those ya
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The Yankee Peddler. ot the enemy. Their numbers were not unequal, in reality—the difforence in numbers being counterbalanced by the earthworks which had been thrown up, under the very eyes of the be- siegel, As the enemy came across the narrow neck, a close fire was poured in, which swept down many. Suffice it to say that the party of the governor was beaten back and fled to the village, followed by Arthur, gnashing his teeth with rage. He had hardly entered the place when he was met by Manton. “Ha,” said he. ‘*Iam glad tosee you. The time has come when you can be of service to me,” They entered a roomin the Assembly building, of which Arthur had the key, and sat down to- gether. “T have an enemy,” said Arthur. ‘Manton know him very well. Hatehim too. My brother rest quiet. In a day or two Manton come to him and whisper, ‘Enemy dead.’” “Tt will be the. most pleasant word I ever heard then,” said Arthur. ‘Black curses on them all, We must take to our shipping to- night. Ihope you will conic to me before a week has assed, and say ‘ He is dead.’” “It shall be done,” said the warrior. ‘And he shall not know the hand which smote him.” That night the ships came to the landing. Berkeley embarked with all his troops and dropped down the river some twenty miles, Next day Bavon entered, and took possession of the dismantled town. Urummond and Lawton each went to his own house and took out all small articles of value. Then they,came back. “General,” said Drummond, ‘‘ we have taken counsel, and do not find it just that this town should stand to furnish shelter to the enemy. It is better to consign all to the flames.” ““Ts that your counsel, Sam?” said thegeneral, “Ttis. And to show you that I mean it, I am yeady to fire my house with my own hand.” “And [,” said Drummond. “But bethink you, Drummond. You havea daughter, who is the fairest flower which blooms in Virginia. Would you turn her out hemeless into the wilderness?” ““He who will not suffer a sparrow to fall to the ground unnoticed will provide a shelter for Edith,” said Drummond, “Trust me for that,” said Lawton, “It will be time to build houses when we have secured our liberties. There isno time to waste. Arthur Swayne’s emissaries have been at work, and I heard a moment since that he expects a force of twelve hunired men, who are marching from Potomac. He did not go with the governor. My informant states that ho crossed the river and tool his course to the northwest.” “Then it is true. This place must not remain a hiding-place for villains and we cannot hold it. Set the example if you will.” Edith Drummond saw her father seize a torch, the fire of a resolute purpose blazing in his eyes. The next moment a column of smoke was pour- ing out at the doors and windows of the house She loved so well. Samuel was not behind- hand. Catching up a brand, he rushed iato his own house, and fired it. The troops caught the infection, and the next moment every one had a torch in his hand, Half an hour after, James- town was in flames. Not a house was Even the church, the first built in Virgi not escape the destroying hands of the s They stood by and watched the mingled smoke and flame ascending, laughing gleefully. After all had been reduced to ashes the troops filed out of the village, cheering as they went, The man who had told Bacon that Arthur Swayne hal gone to meet a new force had told the truth, and indeed he met them a few miles to the north, coming on hastily, and sorely puz- zled if the truth must be told, whether to join themselves with Bacon or Berkeley. Most of them believed Bacon’s quarrel just, but were swayed by notions of loyalty ingrained in their stubborn natures, to fight in the cause of the king. Tt isno wonder that they made feeble foes, and did not cheer very loudly when Swayne told them he had come to lead them on to victory over that traitor to the authority of the king, Nathaniel Bacon, assisted by those rogues and traitors, Lawton and Drummond. But, they followed him, Two days after the met Bacon, marching to meet them. The sol- diers of Swayne melted away like snow beneath the sun, and he fled almost alone, still vowing vengeance upon the men he hated. His rage when he heard that his property in James- town was committed to the flames, knew no bounds, Bacon turned, and crossed the river into Gloucester, and there bent the people to bi will, Through all these days of marc) peril, Edith Drummond had kept with and was their pride and glory. Sa by her side, talking in a way whic the happy blushes to ber cheeks. at a little village in Gloucester, that' might rest and refresh themselves, weary, and needed rest. The troops’ averse to it either, for they were no long campaigns. “The way is fair before us,” said the g ‘The whole western shore is ours, ay days we will enter Accomac, whd tyrant Berkeley hides his head. I ‘None of that, Drummond,” said Bacon, ‘T do not see how you can doubt our success, The least work of all is before us. I never put my hand to the plow and look back, Who is yonder Indian? Inever saw him.” It was Manton, who had entered the camp, leading a little girl by the hand. She was an elfish little creature, dressed in a fanciful garb, covered with glittering beads. She held in one hand a sort of divining-rod, which she waved about her head in circles as she approached. Edith uttered a cry of admiration. “The strange child,” she said. ever the like?” ; The pair approached the group of which Bacon was the center. Manton came quickly to the front and addressed him. “My brother is a great warrior,” he said. ‘* His enemies flee from before his face, None “Saw you
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The Yankee Peddier. we) but a great warrior could make them do this. fhumble myself before him.” z “Who are you?” said Bacon. “T am Manton, a chief of the Shawnees. When my brother came to our fort not many moons ago, and brought his braves with him, I was away; if I had been there, perhaps we meet you better.” “Perhaps. You dre welcome, chief. Who is this little maid?” said Bacon. “She is great medicine,” replied Manton. “There is none like her. Reads the stars when they shine in the sky; knows the language in which the little birds sing. Great medicine, very great medicine, is Terah.” ‘“*T do not doubt it. Why is she here?” ‘* She would tell great chief what is coming,” replied Manton, “Very good,” said Bacon. ‘Let us hear it. Tam not feeling very well to-day, and the mum- mery may serye to amuse me.” The child had been well trained in her busi- ness, She traced a magic circle with her wand, in the most/approved manner, and stood within it. Then she commenced a species of wild chant, and her faco became distorted in her inspired frenzy. Her wild laughter startled Edith, and at length the little witch fell upon her face, quaking like an aspen. Speak,” said the chief, in the Indian tongue, while Lawton translated what hesaid. ‘ What do you see?” % “T see dark clouds in the white man’s sky,” said the girl, shuddering, ‘What shall be his fate?” “A cloud is before my eyes. Now it passes slowly away. Isee! 1 see!” “Tell me what you see.” “The white man must die.” ‘* All must die some time,” said Bacon, laugh- ing. ‘Does your power extend far enough to enable you to tell me when I must die?” Manton put the question. “The white man must die soon, He has not long to live. Death hangs over him now.” “You are rather hard on me,” said Bacon. “ Ask her what the fate of these must be? Will they on their days in Virginia?’ 0. “Where will they dwell?” : “One must die, the other will live in the Del- aware country,” replied the girl. “I am not here to speak of them. A time of blood and death is coming to the white men in our country. Many will die by violence, I will speak no more.” The chief asked her many questions, but she would not answer. Then she rose, and took a wicker-basket from her side, from which she drew a small bone amulet and placed it in the hand of Edith, saying something in a low tone, with a smile, “What does she say?” said Edith, with a light laugh. ‘I donot understand you.” | “She asks you to keep the amulet safe. It will bring you good luck, and if you keep it, you may be in danger but will always escape. I think you had better take it,” said’ Lawton. 2 a am thirsty,” said Bacon. ‘‘ Who has a : ie eyes of Manton sparkled, and he took from his side a drinking-eup of horn. One of the men brought a bottle of wine and filled it. The little maid then took it from the hand of Manton and handed it to the general. “That wine has a strange taste,” he said. “Were, orderly, wash this cup thoroughly and bring me some water. After all, that is the drink for warriors. Vl go bail you drink no wine, chief.” ““ Why should a warrior put an enemy into his breast? I will drink no fire-water; it is nob good,” The orderly came back with the cup. Bacon drank, after offering the cup to Edith, and returned it to Manton, who attached it to his belt again. This done, he prepared to de- art. “Will you not rest, and take some food?” said Bacon, “No eat,” said Manton. todo. Think what the Little Spirit say. tell you true.” Then, sweeping a glance upon the faces of those about him, and, leading the Little Spirit by the hand, the chief took his departure. Bacon feit unwell; a sense of drowsiness was ereeping over him which he could not under- stand. Ho had not felt well for some days, Phe bad air of the swamps about Jamestown had in a manner infected him, who was accus- tomed to the upland climate, and he felt dull pains creeping through his bones, the precursor of the fever. As the day went on, he grew worse. The doctor was called” in. He pronounced it fever, brought on by the malaria of the Southern swamps. He exerted all his skill, but it was of no avail. Before night, Nathaniel Bacon was dead. The great heart which had throbbed only for bis country’s good, was at rest, CHAPTER X. ALL Is Lost! We pass over those fearful days which fol- lowed the death of Bacon. Ere long the men who had been foremost in the insurrection were being hunted like beasts of the forest. The little party which still clung to their cause was suddenly assailed in one of their retreats, by the cavalry of SWayne, and scattered to the four winds. Lawton and Drummond eseaped, only to find that Wdith had fallen into the hands of the enemy. The blow was too much for Drummond, and he sunk under it, The child he loved so dearly had been given into the power of one who had every excuse for treating her cruelly. What would be tho result? They could not pause to think of it, for they were even then treading the mazes of the swamp, pursued relentlessly by Arthur Swayne, led on by Manton, who knew now that he had made a mistake in taking the life of Bacon. For Nathaniel Bacon did not die of fever, but was brotight down by the poison which the chief had given him on the day of his death, The blow had fallen upon him instead of Samuel Lawton, because the Indian had made a mistake in su ing that Bacon was the foe of the son of Kee-na-too, indicated by Arthur. He was eager to atone for his fault, — and while some of Swayne’s men led the captive “ Done what I came She
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The Yankee Peddler. girl back toward York River, whore all the par- fisans of Berkeley were coilec‘ed, Swayne, with ten men, followed the two fugitives into the swamp. It wasa terrible chase, and a3 last the horse of Lawton was shot down upon a little mound, upon which the forest trees grow thick- ly. They could fly no further, and there was nothing but to turn upon their pursuers and do battle, They were struggling up out of the swamp when the voice of Drummond called them to a halt. Arthur turned a quick glance in the direction of the sound, and saw the old man seated in his saddle with the musket leveled at his head. Behind him stood Samuel, ram- ming a charge into his weapon, preparatory to defense. “Stand!” cried Drummond. ‘ You are pur- suing desperate men. Half-breed, why do you hound us so closely?” “ Half-breed! Now may your tongue rot out for saying that before my men. You have saaled your own doom, and that of another. Do you know that I have caught the little maid who has so scorned me? Ha! ha! You do not know me. Ah, she shail be mine, scorn or no scorn.” ‘* Be sure of one thing, Arthur Swayne. You shall never live to carry out your threat. Take that,” ' The weapon exploded and Arthur Swayne fell from the saddle. The shot was returned, and Mr. Drummond fell. He had only time to ery out, “Take my horse and: flee, Samuel, for Bilith’s sake. You can not help me,” before ha fainted. Samuel cast a glance at the old, firm faco and sprung into the saddle. Manton threw himself in the way, tomahawk in hand. But he went down under a blow froin the iron-bound butt of the musket which the young man car- rigd, and the white horse bounded away through the swamp. The loyalists were engaged in rais- ing and attending to the colonel. The bullet had glanced along the skull without inflicting a dangerous wound, and after a little attention he was able to take tho saddle, But Lawton hac too much the start of thom to give them any chance of overtaking him, and taking up Drum- mond, who was severely wounded they carried him by easy stages to the village, where they had ordered the troop, having Edith in charge, to wait their coming. They found the troop at the village. Edith turned pale and uttered a cry of fear and agony as she saw her father wounded. Even she could not fail to understand the deadly peril he was in. Since Berkeley had gained the ascendency Swayne had made himsel’ odious by running down and capturing a number of men, who aoa hanged with barely the semblance of a rial. “My daughter,” said Drummond, “itis sad- der to see you here than to know that my race isrun, Be true tomy name. When detractors shall impugn my motives, tell them the truth. I can die.” “Die! Why should you talk of dying?: You have done nothing worthy of death or of bonds,” ~ “Perhaps not,” said Arthur. ‘‘ Nevertheless a military commission shall sit upon his case this yery day. Andif he is found guilty, asI have no doubt he will be, he shall hang.” “ Arthur!” “The time has gone by for that. You have made mea fiend. The Indian will be worthy of his blood, Be sure that I will not discredit my father, of whom you spoke so sneeringly. At any rate he died like a man, not like a felon, as this man shall die,” “ Arthur Swayne, is itin.your power to save my father?” “Tf l cared to doit. But my inclinations do not tend in that direction, unless you give me reason for it.” “What can I do?” «You can marry me, and if you do your fa- ther shall go free,’ “Marry you?” “Just that. But I see it is distasteful to you. No doubt you are thinking of the worthy Samuel Lawton, who had a sort of attachment to you. The good gentleman escaped me. But { hope to have the pleasure of going to his funeral soon. You look at me in surprise. Tais month of bloodshed has chan me to a tiger you think. Perhaps it has. I seem to de- light in blood now. I give you this one chance to save the old reprobate, who deserves death a thousand times.” “Father,” said Edith, ‘‘canI save you in that way?” “No, my daughter, Let me die, rather than purchase my life by your dishonor. It shall never be. Call in your minions and do your work as quickly as you can. I, for one, am ready to go,” said Drummond, proudly. “That is your last word,” said the other, furiously. ‘Perhaps you will change your mind with the rope about your neck. You are to be hang. No soldier’s death for you.” ‘Why do you go through the farce of a trial if I am foredoomed?”’ said Drummond, ‘Do your worst. Neither I por my daughter will purchase our lives in the way you have pointed out, Is that your brother?” “ Whom do you mean?” “The Indian, I thought he might be your brother. Only he is much the better man of the two. He acts according to his gifts which God hath given him, while you abuse yours.” At this moment a cry was raised and a man came riding into the village at a breakneck pace, folléwed by a lean and hungry-looki dog, who galloped along close to the horse’s heels. It was Jabez Hawk. He stopped when he saw who occupied the village, but seeing that there was no escape, he came forward, “Now Heaven is kind to me this day,” said the young leader. ‘Of all men else I had not expected you. Seize him, men.” “Hold on,” said Jabez. ‘‘Don’t tech me. I'm p'izen mad, an’ I might sting. Look at this bit of paper, mister.” He gave into the hand of Swayne a paper, which turnéd out to be a pass, signed by T- keley, ordering all men to-let the peddler go free, as he was upon business of importance to the colony. ‘““Umph. SoTam not to have the pleasure of hanging epee Ihave a good mind to tear the pass and finish you. No man ever deserved it more. ‘ You are justin time to see a man tried for his life. This gray-headed traitor is to
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The Yankee Peddler. die this day, if found guilty; and you know he is ruilty.” “Wal, I guess he’s pretty safe to be guilty, ef yu have the tryin’ of him. Now look here. Um a plain man, and always say what I think. I think this is goin’ to be a murder.” “Tsit? You shall find that I know how to avenge an insult as well as another. This man _ scorned me. And why? Because they said I had a taint in my blood.” “Tnjun, tu wit.” ‘““Wretch. Do you know it too?” “T oness I knew it assoon as any of’em. I know Injun signs. When I see the broad arrow on your shoulder I knew that y’u was an Injun, en’ of the Shawnee tribe. Du y’u think that tn- jun would have spared any one else? 11 ain’t quite a fool.” “Who are you? — “Me? Dm Jabez Hawk, from Bestin.” «7 believe you aresomething besides a Yankee peddler,” said the young colonel. “1 will Gnd out who you are yet.” “T hope yu may. An’ when y’u du, let me have the pleasure of knowin’, won’t y’u? 17s a durned queer thing tu me that people will be so suspicious.” “Perhaps. I cite you for a witness to appear before the court-martial which sits in half an hour, at this place, to try yonder man,” “T ain't got time,” said Jabez. ‘ Business calls, an’ I must go.” : “ You will find it difficult to go without my permission,” said Swayne. ‘‘ Follow me.” They entered a house at the roadside and the prisoner was brought in. Why dwell upon that trial, in which the man who sat as judge-advo- eate disgraced himself by assailing the prisoner with abuse of every kind, and said he would hang him higher than Haman. At length the triul came to an end, as ali such cruel scenes must, and he was sentenced to be hanged by the neck until he was dead. They led him out under God’s blue sky, and puta rope about his neck. The old man begged a moment’s time. “Task a single act in mercy at your hands, Arthur Swayne, and then I am ready to die. Remove my daughter. Do not lether look upon my death.” : “T will not do it. She has scorned me, and Eg take the punishment. Stand still, mad irl. “God will avenge me,” said Drummond. ‘I am ready.” “Stop,” said Edith. “Do not yee to him,” cried her father, hold- ing out his hands. ““T ask a merciful act from you, too, Arthur Swayne,” she said. ‘If my father is a rebel, so am J. He had no command in the army of Bacon; neither had I. We are equally guilty. Let me share his fate. Or, if one victim will suffice, let me be the one.” “Silence! Up with him, boys.” The next moment he was swinging between Heaven and earth. Edith fell fainting to the ground, and remained unconscious until long after the struggles of her unfortunate parent were atanend, Arthur made a signal for some of the men to remove her, while he stood with folded arms, regarding the corpse, Ho felt that he bad now built up a barrier between them that nothing could break down. At this moment the voice of the Yankee sounded in his ears. “ Looks nice up there, don’t he?” Arthur turned fiercely upon him, “if you do not wish to be strung up by his side, you mount your horse and put as much space as you can between us. I have blood enough on my soul without yours.” “May I take the gal with me?” No.” “Td rather du it,” 33 I tell you to go, if you set any value on your life. Jabez brought out his horse and mounted, ‘Now look here, mister,” he said. ‘‘ Y’u take that body down, He’s dead enuff now, en’ if ain’t fair to wring a heart as y’u are wringin’ the heart of that pooty gel inside. I ain’t goin’ tu take no nonsense. Take it down!” “ When I get ready.” Jabez whipped out a knife, and by a single dextrous cut at the rope, severed it in twain. The body dropped with a dull sound to the earth. Having done this, Jabez put spurs to his horse, and was off like the wind, leaving the other completely thunderstruck by his au- dacity. “7 ean’t help admiring the fellow,” said Arthur; “his impudence is so completely be- tyond anything I ever heard of. Confound him, how he rides.” ‘Seems to me he rides like a man that has been in the saddle before,” said one of the men. “'That chap will give you trouble yet.” “Tam not afraid of him,” said Swayne. “Tf I meet him again, I will horsewhip him for this feat. Of that he may be certain. Sound the bugle to call out the men. Sergeant, detail five men to bury this carrion. It ought to hang in chains, I will go in and prepare the lady for the march,” He entered the house. Edith was sitting in the center of the room, tesrless, voiceless, look- ing ont into space. He spoke to her, and she rose up, recoiling from him with a gesture of such supreme loathing that his heart turned sick. She would bate himlike death now, * You have done the deed!’ she cried. ‘“* From this time may you never know a quiet hour. May your drink be poison and your food the serpent’s yenom. May your mother disown you, the friends who have Joved you turn frem you in disgust. Turn over the record cf your life before this hour, and blot all at one stroke; for you have never been guilty of so greata crime as this, and all your good deeds must be forgotten.” “Do you hate me so?” “Hate you! Whata feeble word! It would take but little to induce me to bury a knife to the hilt in your heart. Do not come near me. There is a demon within, striving to make me kill you where you stand, and persuading me that it would be no crime. Go your way; die when you will, but remember that you have earned my deadly hate, and that I am not quite friendless and may find one to avenge my father’s * death.” “The man on whom you depend shall lie with
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28 The Yankee Peddler, your father,” roared Swayne. ‘Soul of my body, you are overbold,” ‘Am 1? Iforgotwhoyouare. I forgot that you are the man who has the tiger-blood of the savage boiling in his veins. I can forgive you something on that account.” “Do you know why he died?” hissed the eolonel. ‘ Understand that the wretch has gone to his grave because he called me a half-breed. That I will not endure. But prepare yourself, { intend that you shall go with me at once,” “Not until [ see my father put into the earth.” “ That is done already.” ** At least I must see where he lies.” “T have not the time to waste. Get ready, We have a long ride before us. That cursed Yankee isin front, and how cen [ tel that he will not raise the country on us.” “T hope he may,” said the girl hopefully. “I will go.” They went out together. Tho cavalry were already in motion, and they moved on at a quick pace. They had scarcely gone two miles, when Arthur began to look uneasily from side to side, as if apprehensive of attack. Edith no- ticed the action, and loosening a scarf from her waist, she raised it in her hand, and suffered it to flutter over her head. The signal was seen ‘and answered by a pistol-shot not far away. Arthur seized the scarf and savagely tore it out of her hand. ; ‘What would you do?’ he cried. ‘f Moolish girl, you will bring destraction upon yourself. Leh me see you make any more signals, and L will bind you hand and foot.” ‘You are base enough to do anything —even that,” she answered. Tne sounds about them were decidedly un- ; Mees 5 1 mahrase pleasanb. Every now and then the blast of a bugle, coming from the hills on every side, an- nounced that the foes were gathering in from every direction. Swayne looked uneasy; he knew that he was personally unpopular in the colony, except in a few cases, and he had no doubt that the insurgent leaders would hang him if he was taken. There was but one re- source, and that was to fight his way out. He looked at Edith, and uttered an exclamation of pleasure, “Twill take a leaf from Bacon’s book,” he muttered. CHAPTER XI. WHO WAS JABEZ HAWK? Tury had not gone a hundred yards further whea a wild cheer was heard, and a troop of horse came out against them, led by Jabez Hawk. He did not seem to be the same man, for in his right hand hung a ponderous saber, which he flourished like one accustomed to its use. The clothes he wore were the same, but the man was changed. The men who followed him were ad- mirably mounted, and seemed to follow their leader gladly. His voice rung out a terrible war-cry, and this was the shout: “Death to Drummond’s murderer!” Arthur heard the cry and turned pale. At «the same time he caught sight of Lawton, riding by the side of Jabez, upon the white horse which Drummond had ridden that morning. The face of the young man was pale, but the hand which grasped the saber was firm, and he pointed out ’ Hdith in the midst of the enemy. ‘There she is, sir,” he said. “fT see,” said Jabez, speaking without a par- ticle of the nasal twang which had distinguished him before. “She must be saved for Drum- mond’s sake! Think what I suffered this morn- ing, my boy! I stood by and saw him hung, and could not lift a hand to aid him.” ; “ We can at least avenge him,” said the other, “Ha, what does that mean? Their bugles sound a parley.” “Very good. Let ussee what they want.” The ranks opened and Arthur rode out to a ,place where he could be heard, bearing a flag, and called upon their leader to come out and meet him. Jabez and Sam Lawton advanced together. “What do you want?” demanded Lawton, imperiously. S: “ Do you intend to attack us here?” ** Most decidedly.” ‘Do you remember the little trick the lament- ed General Bacon made use of to complete his fortifications?” asked Arthur. ‘It was a neat idea. I have heard since that*our Yankee friend is answerable for it. That taught me a lesson; I mean to profit by it to-day, by making the same use of Edith Drummond that you made of Lady Chichely, Mistress Yardley, and others.” ‘Do you mean to expose her to danger?” eried Lawton, angrily. “No; I care too much for her to do that. If any one exposes her to danger it must be you. Understand me; we are about to ride on. Edith Drummond will ride by my side: and as sure as you attack us, so surely she dies,” “Villain’ Would you murder her?” ‘‘T love her so dearly, and hate you with such deadly hate, that I would dare any thing, do any thing, rather than see her in your arms,” * Avenge yourself on me, like a man, and let a weak*woman pass safely.” “Fate is against m ,” said Arthur, hoarsely. “1 can do nothing against you. No, Jet me re- peat, that tne first shot from you will bea dag- ger in her heart; and tomake all sure, I have instructed some five of my men t» keep their eyes upon her, and in ease I fall, shoot her through the heart.” “Your villainy is deeper than I had imagin- ed,” said Lawton. ‘What prevents me from shooting you where you stand?” “Policy, my dear major—sound policy. The shot po be the signal for the death of our dear Edith. Here is my breasi: shoot me if you like.” “Out, villain! Do not put temptation in. my — way. Wretched man that I am! Can I do nothing to save her?” é “Come away,” said Jabez, ‘‘He’s tu many for y’u, major.” Tt is hardly necessary for you to keep up the Yankee in my presence, sir,” said Arthur. ‘“T do not know who you are, but I have seen enough to satisfy me that you are not what you seem, though askillful actor.” mn “Du tell,” said Jabez. “‘ Come along, major. No time to waste,”
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The Yankee Peddler. They turned their horses’ heads and rode back. Arthur looked after them a moment, de- bating whether he ought not to shoot Sam Law- ton down, and then beckoned his fo'lowers to comeon. They obeyed, and he took his station close to the side of Edith, a pistol in his hand. “Now, girl,” he cried, “‘be silent for your life. 1f you dare to speak, this bullet is for you. T have told your gallant yonder, and he has re-. tired discomfited.” “ He will save me yet,” said the girl, faith in bim.” *Porward, all; and when you hear the first -shot, boys, you know your duty.’ They rode on in gloomy silence. The left hand of Arthur Swayne never released. the bridle-rein of the lady, and at every scund which came from the thicket he lifted the weapon, pre- pared to sacrifice her upon the spot. The band which had waylaid them bad vanished as it had come, melting away into the passes of the swamps. Yet, Arthur did not feel safe. He was confident that the Yankee would contrive some plan to outwit him, and he must remain on the alert. An hour passed, anJ nothing was heard of the enemy. Arthur began to think they had given up in despair. * Push on, men, Once through yonder thicket and we are in sight of York.” They entered the gloomy swamp, where the trailing mosses hung low about them, They had not gone a hundred yards when they heard a shout, and, as if Ly magie there sprung up at once a lurking foe. First a blaze of fire, then the clash of steel, Arthur turned to keep his word in thie destruction of Edith, to find himself face to face with the Yankee! Edith, slipping from her saddle, erecta as if by magic. “ Wal!-breed, cut-throat, here is your man! Guard!" Their blades crossed, and the others about them paused to watch the issue. To the surprise of every one, the sword was wrenched from the hand of the younger man and he stood weapon- less. Seeing that, the troop broke and ran, leaving their assailants masters of the field, Wild cheers went up, but they did not hesitate. In a moment they were in the saddle, forcing Arthur Swayne to go along with them, and rode’ hard until nightfall, Arthur conld not fail to see that the peddler was acknowledged as the leader of the force. They shaped their course for York River. A ship lay at anchor there, from which a boat: put: out at their signal, Sam Lawton, Jabez Hawk, Arthur and Edith embarked, and m a moment stood upon the deck of the ship. As he trod the deck, Jabez Hawk uttered a shout and tore off his queer trappings, revealing beneath the dress of a captain. A frowsy wig followed, and show- ed bim to be a handsome fellow. “You do not know me,” he said, ‘*T am Cap- tain James Barlow, of Plymouth. You are on board my ship, and you are welcome -hither, Mistress Edith, let me show you to the eabin., You will find it more comfortable there. See to the prisoner, Major Lawton. IJ would not\ have him escape.” ‘* T have MS He handed Edith down with the ease and ‘grace of an accomplished gentleman. He re- Hinened directly, and faced Arthur Swayne, large stamp. “You see me as I am, Colonel Swayne. No longer the Yankee peddler, dependent cn my wits for a livelihood, but cajtain of as fine a craft:as sails upon the seas To-day you forced me to Jook upon the death of a dear friend. You shall have a trial such as his, and if we find you guilty, you shall die his death,” “Wor what?” “For murder! Miserable man, we bear tha blood of Drummond calling fox vengeance out of the earth, into which you hurried his body this day. Reflect upon the enormity of your crime.” “Do you think Icare?” yelled Arthur. ‘¢ You can only kill me.” “Midsuipman Grace, go down and ask Lieu- tenant Walkett and also Mr. Bland to step up here. We will form the court. It is not neces- sary to examine many witnesses on this subject. I will testify.” The court was formed and those who had seen the death of Drummond gave their testimony. Edith was not called, It would have been use- less pain to her, the captain said. Once or twice Arthur interrupted, defying them to do their worst, but they made noreply. At last he was sentcnced to hang, and thy Jed him out. He said no word, but watched their motions as they worked about the fall from which he was to swing. At last they were ready, and Captain Barlow asked him if ke had anything to say. “A curse upon you, murderers, traitors that ye are! You triumph in my death, I should die contented if I could take Sam Lawton with me, Go your ways. Let me die, and the quicker the better.” The captain was about to give the signal when alight form bounded up the gangway and stood before them. It was Edith. Her eyes were fairly blazing. ‘* What is this?” she cried. ‘‘Do you revere my father’s memory so little hat you give his murderer the peace he looks for? Shall you do murder because he has? Trust me, his sorrow will be greater than he can bear, and you must give him some time for repentance.” ‘“T will not live,” shrieked Arthur. ‘“‘ Most of all, I refuse to take my life at her hands. Why do you hesitate? Why don’t you run. me up? You thought Bacon died of fever. You are a set of fools. Manton poisoned him at my re- quest. Not that [meant the poison for him. I¢ was a mistake. Now will you hang me?” ““Why do you listen to his frantic words?” said the girl. “‘Is sucha man fit to die? Punish him in some way, how I do not care, but do nob take his life.” _ ‘Mistress Edith, if we promise not take his life, putt ae suffice you?” the captain asked. “Yes as And will you leave the deck to us?” “ Certainly.” “Then you have my promise,” said the ca;- tain. ‘ We will not take his life. Allow me to hand you down to the cabin again. Lbeg you will not come up until this sad duty is done.” She left the deck, satisfied with having saved his life. The officers held a whispered consul!a- tion, and then sent aman down who breught up a small brasier, full of burning coals, and a Arthur began to understand theix — design, and his heart failed him. 2 a3 hs
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q 3 me The Yankee Peddler. ‘What do you mean to do?” he gasped. “*f mean to mark you so that the master you ‘ve will know you again when he meets you,” 1 Barlow, coolly, turning over the brand. “You dare not dezrade me in that way. I am guilty enough to die. Take me out and shoot ma, or hang me if you like, but do not in irk me.” “You plead in vain. For the sake of that dear girl your life is spared, but you shall not go uapunished.” “T do not ask that,” he cried. ‘“ Punish me, I deserve it. But beware that you do not put the jnark of a felon on me. Romember who I am. whom he has let loose froin the bush, see whether you deserve branding or not.” They seized upon him, blaspheming, begging for death, and bore him down upon the deck, where the strong hands of a-saiior branded upon the bacieof his hands the letter ‘* M,” for murderer, “ Now, murderer,” said Barlow, ‘you have the mark of your master. Over the side with him men. Let himswim ashore. No boat of inin4 shall ever be contaminated by his step ‘eyo sailors caught bimyp and hurled him into tae river. Ashe rose ani dashed the water n his eyes, he saw Hdith stand ng at the window, watching him closely. That was enough, He turned his face toward the shore, aud soon climbed out of the water. There he saw Manton waiting to receive him, *Nabolish has escaped,” hesaid. ‘* That is good, we am very glad. Did they use him badly? Don’t speak to me now, Manton. Curves on then; how my hands throb, I am disgraced for life. DareIgo back to York? Yes, I must. Manton, follow me. Let me once get them in my power and woe betide them.” As they rose to depart the ship shook out her wings like abird and sailed down the stream. Arthur clasped his maimed hands above his head in a gesture of agony, and turning, ran off at his best speed toward Jamestown, followed by Manton. There was a grim smile upon the face of the Indian. Nabolish was his! They met Berkeley in the street, who looked coldly upon him, and gave a slow return to his salutation, Like many another, he wished to kiek down the ladder by which he was raised. “Stop,” said Arthur, ‘* What does this mean? T will speak to you.” “Do you forget whom you address, sir? said the governor. “I have heard’ of sundry excesses of which your troop hus been guilty. It must be looked to.” “‘T obeyed your orders to the létter,” stam- mered the young man. “Did you so? You will find it hard to show any order of mine allowimg you to hang any- body.” Fon old villain,” shouted Arthur. ‘* You have me in the toils, Thon here is a morsel for your comfort. Lawton has escaped; the man called Jabez Hawk, who is in reality Captain Barlow, of Plymouth, has escaped in his ship; Edith Drummond is with them. Beware how you speak to me, orl will raise such a storm about your ears as will shake this colony from end to end.” “Look you,” said Berkeley, coming close to him. ‘‘I should be right loth to do you aa injury. But, by the life of my body, it I hear from you again, you shall dearly rue it, Your commission shall be taken off this day, and you become again Arthur Swayne, the half-breed.” “Draw your sword, old wretch,” shouted Arthur, striking hin. with the flat of the blade. “Draw, ILsay! Don’t hesitate.” Berkeley shouted for help. Half mad with aes Arthar hurried home, and got a horse. Irs. Swayne came out to meet: him. ““Where are you gone Arthur? Oh, my son, what are these reports [ hear of you? Can it be possible they are true?” He was already in the saddle, but stopped to strain her to his breast, burriedly. ‘* All true; all true! I have lost the stake for which I played and will away to the country in which lie my father’s bones; and in the after days, Jet Jamestown tremble when it hears my name! Manton, come!” The truit of the unhappy time had come home to her. As she fell senseless on the doorstep, they went away. Manton running by the side of the horse, with his hand upon the saddle. As he left the village Arthur turned and shook his hand aloft. Those who saw the gesture knew that it boded no good to Jamestown. In a cottage, near Plymouth, Edith and Lawton, husband and wife, waited for the good time when they could return to their own. But they were happy, even_in exile. Jabez Hawk, otherwise Captain Barlow, came often to the cottage, to talk of the fearful days of Bacon’s rebellion. THE END,
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Charles Mortis. $19 Frisky Fran: in Idaho; or, Old Skinflint the Shadower. By Roger S‘arbuck. 818 (Colorado Charlie’s Detective Dash; The Jattle Kings. By Edward L. Whecler. 816 The Street Arab Detective; or, Dick Dorgan’s Double Dealing. By Charles Morris. 312 The Detective Road-Agent; or, The Miners of Sassafras City. By Edward L. Wh eler. 306 Spotter Fritz; or, Tne Store-Detective’s Decoy. By E, L. Wheeler. 803 The Hotel Boy Detective; or, The Grand Central Robbery. By Charles Morris. 299 The Balloon Detectives; or, Jack Slasher’s 5 Young Pard. By Harry Enton. 295 White Wing, the Ferret Flyer. By Chas. Morris. 203 Dwarf Jake, the Detective; or, Kit Kenyon’s Man-Hunt. By Edward Willett. 282 Buck Hawk, Detective; or, the Messenger Boy’s Fortune. By Edward L. Wheeler. 272 Kit, the Girl Detective. By T. C. Harbaugh. 265 Billy, the Baggage Boy Detective, By Charles Morris. 258 Denver Doll as Detective. By E. L. Wheeler. 255 Jolly Jim, Detective. By Charles Morris. 262 Denver Doll’s Device; or, the Detective Queen, Edward L, Wheeler. or, B 251 The Deaf Detective; or, Weasel, the Boy Tramp. By Edward Willett. 246 Datective Keen's the New York Gamin. By Charles Morris. 242 The Denver Detective; or, Dainty Dot at Gold Guich. By 'T, C. Harbaugh, * 237 Newsboy Ned, Detective; or, Two Philadelphia Gamins. By Charles Morris. 236 Sierra Sam’s Double; or, The ‘Three Female De- tectives, By E. L. Wheeler. 228 The Preacher Detective. By Oll Coomes. 219 Buek, the Detective. By Albert W. Aiken. 215 The Denver Detective. By Oll Coomes. 209 The Messenger Boy Detective. By C. Morris. 205 The Frontier Detecuive. By E. L Wheeler. 199 Dictionary Nat, Detective. By. T.C. Harbaugh. 196 The Dandy Detective. By Charles Morris. 193 Detective Josh Grim. By #. L. Wheeler. 188 The Ventriloquist Detective. By E. L. Wheeler. 183 Jabez Dart, Detective. By Oll Coomes. 17% The Arab Detective By E. L. Wheeler. 427 Tony Fox, the Detective By E. L. Wheeler. 105 Handsome Harry, the Bootblack Detective. By Charles Morris. ’ E 69 Detective Dick. By Charles Morris. 62 Will Somers, the Boy Defective. By C. Morris. 48 Death-Face, the Detective, By E, lL, Wheeler, Apprentice; or James Jumper, | | 469 Donald’s Death Shot. By Lieut. Col. Hazeltine. Wild West Sports. 465 The Texan Sport; or, The Mustang Hunter, Frederick “ hittaker, 442 Dirk, the Sea Sport. By Roger Starbuck. 435 An Irish Sport Abroad; or, Pat Malioney’s Ad- ventures. By C. L. Edwards. 434 Joe, the Rover Sper’. By A. H. Post. 391 Charley Skylark, the Sport. By Major Henry B. Stoddard. 880 Dick Talbot, the Sport. By Albert W. Aiken, 877 The Deadwood Sports; or, Diamond Dick’s De- liverance, By Lieut.S. G, Lansing. 874 Short Jim’s Big Boom; or, The Bonanza King’s Rival. By Edward L, Wheeler. 868 Short Jim in Make-Up; or, Foghorn Fan to the Front. By Edward L. Wheeler. 861 Oregon Phil, the Sport; or, The Marshal of Two Bits. By Philip 8. Warne, 850 Ned, the Slab City ape or, The Detective’s Big Scoop. By E. L. Wheeler. 344 The Drummer Sport; or, Dasher Dick’s Dilemma. By Edward Willett. 336 Fred, the Sport; or, In Brimstone Bar Camp. By E, L. Wheeler. 330 The Denver Sport’s Racket; or, Kit’s Big Boom. By Edward L. Wheeler. 324 Kit, the Denver Sport. By E. L. Wheeler. 315 Tom, the. Arizona Sport. By Major EB, L, St. Vrain, 307 Nick, the Boy Sport; or, Three Plucky Pards. By Major E. L. St. Vrain. 291 Peacock Pete, the Leadville Sport. By Albert W. Aiken. 288 Wild Walt, the Sport. By Edward L. Wheeler. 286 Dic’, the Dakota Sport. By Charles Morris. 283 Roving Sport Kit. By Edward Willett. 261 Blade, the Sport. By T. C. Harbaugh, 247 The Girl Sport. By Edward L. Wheeler. 230 Tnree Sports. By Capt. Frederick Whittaker, 218 The Miner Sport. By E. L. Wheeler. 212 The Jimtown Sport By Edward L. Wheeler. 197 The T-xan Sport Unmasked, By Col, Prentiss Ingraham. 130 Go'd Trigger, the Sport. By T. C. 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