The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1881-05-13

as she thought of the service she should
render Dick Oscar, his praise, the re-
ward of his rude kisses.
But, alas for Janey Something had
rufiled her sweethcart's temper when
they next met. Before she could APP
proach the subject of which she was fun.
singing words had passed between
them.
"Dick," said Janey, hoarsely, "d'ye
mean that you're going back from your
word, that you amt a-goin' to marry
me?"
Marry h" said Mr.. Oscar, and
he walked off.
81 want to speak t'you," said Janey
that night to the peddler. "Can you
git up in tn mornin' befo' tn folks is
stirrin ?"
"Of course can, when it's to meet
gal like you"
Privately he wondered at her pallor
and lurid eyes. Is
Morning came. AS the stars were
drowsily getting out of the suns way
Janey and the peddler met by the
spring.
"You needn't lie to me-" said she,
harshly, "Pve found you out. You're
up the Cumberland spyin' for wildcat
stills. I'll take you to one"
"But, my dear, is this trap I'm
nothing but poor, harmless peddler.
"Come, then, my harmless peddler,"
said the girl, with sheer, "an' I'll
show you somethin' t. make your mouth
waSer."
She struck through the woods, and he
followed, alternately blessing and won
dering at his luck. What thread led
her he knew not. Fallen logs lay in the
way, thickets opposed, dense foliage hid
all signs of paths, but on she went,
above, around, amidst, athwart obstacles
of every kind. And finally, girdled and
guarded by trees and rocks, was the
hidden still, where the corn was changed
into the flowing moonshine that maketh
glad the heart of man.
The peddler could hardly keep back
shout. He had won his spurs 1t was
much larger concern than he had ex-
pected. Some hogs were roofing about
the sodden earth. The monotonous
dripping of water mingled with the
grunts of these poetic animals.
Janey leaned against rock, breath
ing heavily. The peddler thought he
would about as soon touch wildcat as
speak to her. Nevertheless he did.
"B'longs t. your folks ?" he said.
"'T b'longs to Dick Oscar, an you
know it, " said the girl, fiercely. "Now,
I'm goin' back home."
"You don't know of any more such,
said the insatiate peddler, "lyin' round
loose up here?"
"Pve done enough. An, look here
keep your tongue between yo' teeth.
Tell that I fetched you here, an you
won't see many more sun-ups with them
sspyin' eyes" !.
Mr.. Pond was tolerable woodsman,
and he led Capt. Peters and his scouts
to the mountain still without trouble.
They were all there-the Bleylock boys,
the father and young Oscar. They were
hard at work, and, surprised, were hand
cuffed without the firing of gun.
Who so crest-fallen as the toiling,
moiling moonshiners =? Who So jubilant
as the long whiskered Captain ? He
would have sung pecan had he known
how. AS it was, he chewed great deal
of tobacco, and unbuttoned his flannel
shirt for expansion.
The prisoners were halted at the
Bleylock cabin for baggage and good
byes. They were to go to the peniten-
tiary.
Mrs. Bleylock and Eliza went and
moaned their fate but Janey was still,
her brown lids yelling the dull fire of
her eyes.
"Janey, my girl" said Oscar, draw
ing her apart. "I spoke up rough to
you t'other day. But don't you mind it.
'Twarn't nuthin but jealousy"
Her eyes softened. Mountain pinks,
as well as some fine aides. consider
jealousy as q tribute to their charms.
" Perhaps I'll never come back" said
he.
She seized him by the arm.
"Di,k, what can they dot you ?"
" Dunno. Most likely I'll kill some
body tryin' to get away, and be strung"
Janey burst INTO tears.
"Shouldn't wonder 4 you married
one O. the Jareds," ha said, piling on the
gloom.
Dick Oscar, / promised to marry
you, III Il uOu SO Dhck uOu my Woiu.
&c No, AMI DON'T" cried Dick. "There
amt as pretty shaped girl as you on
the Cumberland an if ever do git
back"
He whispered the rest in Janey's ear,
and she chung to him, blushing deep,
deep rose.
as jest one thing want to KNOW"
said old Bleylock. as they tramped to
Nashville; "how'd you find us p
The Captain laughed.
"Been entertainin' peddler, haven't
you? Which one O. your gals d he
make up to-"
Father and brothers swore. Dick
Oscar nodded TO his discernment, with
human triumph.
A few days later young girl walked
into Nashville who had never been in a
city before. She asked but one ques-
tion-the way to the Governors house.
That accessible mansion was readily
found. Doors were swinging open, and,
announced by sleepy darby, Janey
Bleylock stood in the Governors pres
ence.