The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-07-18

| and che turned back; but now deliv'rance
bev come Gloryl gloryr' clapping her
| hands and shouting in genuine camp meet
ing style.
All of sudden she halted, turned her
self sharply about and ran toward the
springhouse under the hill near the dwell
| ing. Throwing all her strength into her
voice she screamed:
| "Oh, Jacki Oh, Buckl Come outen dat
canebrake! Yer needn't hide marry mother
| minnit. De Yankees hev come-here dey
are. Come. boys, hurryl No more hidin'
| in de swamps, in de loft and under de
! beds"
Two sheepish looking men were soon de
serted approaching with slow and uncer-
tain steps. BY this time Sailie had come
out and proceeded to shake hands with the
| three, two of whom dared not open their
mouths to say a word; they were strug-
! CLING valiantly to repress laughter and also
| fearing to interrupt by word or sign the
play then in progress. Sallie wept with
JOY and sniveled lugubriously behind her
ragged cotton apron, while her father
chewed necessarily on some homemade
tobacco, which he fished from his pocket
and offered to each of the strangers in
turn.
AS soon as the mother had talked over
matters with the boys, on she came, clap
ping her hands on their shoulders and ges-
ticulating wildly in her glee and general
excitement. AS she approached the wait
ing group she cried out, Here's Jack and
Buckl The derned old conscript tux 'em,
but they lodged 'em slick as an Injun.
Dey crep back dat berry night and me and
Sal has hid 'em faithful. We toted vittels
many atime under our frocks in a poke and
tended like we was gwine to see Widder
Jones cross de creek Shake, shake tell
yer. DENIS de folks | bin a-waitin'
fer, no tellin' how long. Come in,
gintilmin. You's mo- an welcome. Sal,
fetch out dem red taters and fill up dat fire
plum full Yu run, Jack, an ketch dat
pullet a-roostin' in de stable. l kin jis'
slip de fedders often a chicken fore yer
kin say Jack Robertson. Buck, slice off
some fat bakin and let de grease be fryin'
ont, by de time l git dis chicken picked
and Quilted Ole man, der's nest under
de cornder of de house wild ten aigs in it;
fotch 'em here, and we kin cook dem fer
supper. Oar amt nary thing in dis house
too good fer you uns to eat. Glory to Godi
You is here at las. Go in de house and
sot by de fire tel me and Sal gifts yer sup
per ready. Mex yerselves ter home, fer
you uns is good 'nough sight to cure de
sore eyes" And they went as directed.
One of the lieutenants listened and peeped
at a convenient crack to hear Jack whs-
pher, "S'pose desc soldiers are a-foolin' yer.
nam" whereupon he reported what he
heard in another whisper to his colleague
with the overcoat, because the supper was
too appetiZing to risk the loss of it-not to
speak of more uncomfortable contingencies
that might arise if suspicion should be ex-
cited
Whereupon Lieutenant c. boldly march
ed into the cookroom, begged the old lady
to let him help her with her work, joked
Sally about betraying him to her Confed
sweetheart tat which she grinned, and
averred 'she didn't like none of 'em well
'nough to have 'em for a beau'O, and hav-
ing smoothed down suspicious in that
quarter, he requested Jack to show him to
the wash basin that he might sleek up for
supper So completely did he engross the
attention of all the family that the other
two had but little to do or to say during
supper or afterward.
They were shown to their sleeping place
in the shed room, the spokesman asking
permission to hang his oyercoat to the fire
until morning, that it might be dry and
comfortable.
By the time it was daylight they were
stirring. Asking for their bill (not cent
in their pockets but Confederate scrip,
the old man said, 'Nothin'; stay week eff
you feel like" to which the supposed
Yankee replied ''No, sir, we never do that;
haven't time to stop. Take this overcoat
and wear it in remembrance of your
friend" bowed himself out of the door, fol-
lowed by God bless you's" until they were
out of hearing. Then Lieutenant c. fell
down on the leaves in the woods and
laughed until the tears ran out of his eyes
at the success of his plan to secure sup
per and shelter where his comrades had
failed.-Mrs. DR.. FELTON, in Atlanta Consti-
tuition.