The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1862-03-12

been utterly penuiless, aud ten times as
mean as he was poor. These qualiica-
tions got him the appointment of quar-,
termasier; out of this Office he was. of
course, stealing fortane. He had sac
rifced' the Peter Funk business for that
paradise of peculators, quartermaster-
ship.
"Mr Billie" said the Squire, with
much feeling; for the Lords sake don t
take my last airthly support. Don't you
see my children all a cryin', and a carry
ing on. because they kuow they'll all be
in their graves afore morning, if you rob
me OPP p
.:Rob!" exclaimed Mr. Billie, fercely,
don't say rob- again, or III massacre
yonr whole nest of traitors. It's because
you're an enemy to our glorious Confed-
eracy that you are unwilling to sell the
mule at fair price. I oughtn't to pay
you cent, but I'm generous man. and
you ought to be thankful to me. Cor
poral, fill up the note, as l directed
Hold on mint said the Squire. If
that paper is what you are are goin' to
give me, don't spile it by writin' on it.
The blank paper might be of q little use
to me, but the writin' on it never could
You're cursed traitor to our glori-
ons Confederacv,' said Bli6e, and he
started to take the mule out Of the pen
It was hitched with halter, and had a
broad cirsingle around it. He unfasten-
ed it, aud without deigning another word
to the enemy of his glorious Coafederacy.'
be was of with it to seek another fa..
mer's stables.
Squire Bailey looked sad as he turned
to 60 in his house, and, in the bitterness
of his feelings, SO far forgo. himself as
to d--n the GLORIOUS Confederacy.' 75i
Snugly concealed in Squire Bailey's
closet was Jack Phillips, the up-to every
thing Ohio scout. As the Squire enter.
ed the room he called out, Come out,
Jack; they've gone, and the internal scoun-
drels have stole my mule 91
4 told you they would,' said. Jack,
making his appearance, and if I hadn't
Informed you last night they'd a got all
the rest Of 'em that you sent off ssaa
g That's SO. Jack; but I'd give hun,
dred dollars to have that mule back E
Jack looked steadily at the fire for Eve
minutes a2 s 50 ai ast2
@ What did you say, Squi-ea'
. 81 said I'd give hundred dollars to
get that mule back; but 1 s'pose three
h l,cI .roc1d,,yt r~a< hs.,, {
- Il don't know, ,said Jack, abstractedly
aud he looked in the FIRE for eve minutes
more; suddenly Jack frightened up, and
said: 5l3s - ,a ~ q 94i b - las
8 Give me the hundred dollars, Squire.
and I'll bring you your mule Tomorrow
night, or your money shall be returned.
r9 The Squire looked amazed at Jack, for
q moment, but seeing he was in earnest,
put Eve double eagles in bis hand. In q
few minutes Jack left the house, dressed
ia linsey pants, q red warmus, and coon
skin cap. ee23 3n' ~ ei S0{1Ha
bas Next day as Jack was walking leisure'
ly up the road, by a coincidence. probably
brought about by himself, he met the
EQaartermaster and his men. returning with
the proceeds Of the expedition. Jacl
smiled q happy smile, when he saw Bib
behind the rest, leading the Squire
mule. mHe walked quietly aloog until ht
came almost opposite the Qusrtermsster
when he darted suddenly off the side o
the rood, looking st the mule as # fright
ened ~ 9g'iHisIe1.l tyysl1 adI ia
Blasted scoundrel!' exclaimed Jack.
.Whol who is blasted bseoundrei?
asked the Quartermaster. 3ea Oh .su
i .Aint that the mule old Bailey had!
asked Jack, moving still farther out of hi
I reach. Ae -,sts,s
Yes; but who did you say was blast
ed scou.drel3' inquired the Quarter ermas
ter. very naturally taking all such com
4 pliments to himself s.qsa ..,s..;.a
Why, old Bailey, and the mule toe
for that matter replied Jack.
What's the matter with the mule!
asked Billie, whose former occupation ha
not made him much Of judge of liv
stock.
The matterl Why he'll kill you afor
You get him home. You didn't pay tb
old sinner anything for him, did you
inquired Jack.
! Certainly; / paid two hundred an
! fifty dollars for him. This is what tt
sacrificing patriot intended to return hil
at, to his glorious CoDfederacy.
Lord mercy!' exclaimed Jack. : =
But what's the matter with him?' lasl
ed Billie, looking at the animal halffrigh
eEed f.'otsi .fi'oJ
That ere mule, replied Jack, has kicl
: ed down, in his time, every panel of fen'
|, on old Bailey's placel You found hi
J in q pen of big logs, didn't your .se
yes; whyi' inquired Bliie.
!, sAnd then ere logs are fastened by b
iron bolts. It's the only thing that wou
;. ever hold him. He has killed ell the re
i. of old Bailey's stock, and the old rasc
e has kept him on purpose to swindle son
/ fellow with 3sa ah
e Il heard said Billie, that he used
: have more stock, ,5.flt