The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-08-11

louslyJ anu Iheh III HiuiVii"AiV"s tVho9
said
"well, yes, reckin stranger, as you
might stay though the country be SO torn
up that one can't tell who TO take in. Who
are ye anywayP"
"Simply weary and benighted trav-
eler, who will leave with the mornings
dawn"
The traitorous looking farmer called to
negro who was near, and bade him put the
Travellers horse in the barn. The stranger
accompanied him and had the horse put in
the stall nearest the door, with the saddle
on.
"Deblish strange" muttered the negro.
"Must be afeared some ones comm to
gobble 'um up"
AS soon as the negro had chance to
speak privately with his master, he in
formed him of the manner he had left the
horse at the stable.
"Pn watch him Jake, and you remain
handy for I suspect he is Afead'S ScOut,
GLORIOUS. If he should be, want you to
go to the forest after Hawkers."
The negroes eyes sparkled greedily, as
he replied:
"Golly Marsa only find dat out and I'm
off to 6e woods in no time"
During this short conversation the sub
ject of it was in the sitting room, quietly,
smoking a short, black pipe, while he
seemed buried in thought. He had un-
buckled his saber and leaned it against the
wall, but his pistols were still in his belt,
around his waist. = r'h ''-'"'
His blue cap was placed on his knee, and
his iron-grey hair fell about his shoulders
in profusion, while his keen, restless eyes
kept constantly in motion. AS he sat there
he looked what he really was, desperate
character.
His reverie was at length broken by the
entrance of very pretty, black-eyed girl,
who announced supper.
every glad,' said the stranger. "In
fact am very hungry Miss What may
call youP"
"Della %
"DellaP A very pretty name. You are
the gentleman's daughter?'
"No sirr'
"His niece thenP" '-.'H
"No sirP HI
GA relative then, anyway ?"
"I think no relation at all. am simply
an orphan girl.-Della Doran-whom Mr..
Biswick has taken to raise but supper
waits.n 80 1' 30
The stranger started up at the sound of
the name, bent keen glance on the lovely
girl ;but said not word. ~ 4
The landlord, his foster daughter, and
the stranger were the only occupants of the
supper table. 1ia' 70 -
Mr.. Biswick being somewhat talkative,
intimated that the fair girl was not his
child, but the daughter of scamp who had
deserted her at her mothers death, gone TO
California, and he had kept her merely out
of gratitude. obev sgee.ft,Ja rsH
The stranger seemed almost to strangle
as the farmer still continued to degrade the
girl. .t.
He raised his hand to brush cold sweat
from his brow, aud as he did SO small
slip of paper fell from his blouse pocket tC
the floor. ,..f LII. s.
1t was unnoticed by any save Mr.. Bis
wick. r..f 80. ,a,-. .itf
When supper was over they all aros'
from the table, and the planter passing
around adroitly slipped the note in hii
pocket. ...l .ts- q.lt.5. ... +
Conducting the stranger to the sitting
room he left him, and going into private
room lit a candle, and glanced at the note
1t was brief and as follows:
Forward to the front, GLORIOUS.
.r GEN. MEAD"
4" Ho, no know him now," chucklet
the farmer. "He is GlOrcus the famous
scout. There's reward for him and I'm
a fool IL I don't get It,"
At signal the negro entered.
sits as Iexpected Jake, he Is Mead
scout. Go at once for Hawkers, The re
ward Is ours. .s,slI sf
"Pn 90 Marsa, I'll go,p said the negro
and pulling on his cap ran out into tn
night air. Once out he muttered to him
self: N'F
"Goliy if it am Glorcus, debbil be i
pay when dey cotch' um. Dis chile b
skeerce dem" ilf
Having dispatched the negro for th
confederates, the wicked, traitorous farm
er, returned TO tho room in which the OF
ject Of his betrayal sat, and entered int
conversation with him.
! The eyes Of Glorcus rolled suspiciousl!