The Bossier banner., 1894-12-06

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tains and through the pines in way
that, to one experienced, indicated
storm. John Maynard, in his light
buggy, on a lonely valley road in
North Carolina, hungry. tired and
with weary horse, had concluded not
to attempt to drive on to Shelbyville
until morning; and, under the suppo-
sition that he would find dwelling of
some kind, had turned his horse up
steep, stony narrow lane, on either
side of which lay low snake fence.
Having reached the first rising" the
horse paused of his own accord for
breathing spell, and John, peering
about him into the darkness in vain
effort to discover some signs of hab-
itation, became aware of small light
in a patch of woods on his left. It
was not the light from window of a
house, for it was small and moved
along slowly in dancing, uncertain
way for a short distance, then re-
NAMED stationary.
"A will-o'-the-wisp in the dismal
swamp, perhaps" John muttered.
Anyway, l intend to find out;' and
he got out of the buggy, jumped over
the fence and made his way as rapidly
as possible in the direction of that
curious spot of fame.
He felt, as he stumbled along in the
darkness, that he was doing foolish
thing in thus gratifying his curiosity,
and he was conscious of slight shock
when, at last, he reached the light;
for it came from small lantern which
stood at the head of solitary grave
inelosed by low picket fence of
rough stakes. 1t was marked by a
painted, in big, black, crooked letters:
"SARAH,
AGE, 6Sn
John Maynard stood looking at it a
few moments, wondering by whom the
lantern had been put there, and for
what reason. AS he turned away he
saw small box at the foot Of the
grave. He picked it up and pulled off
the slide-cover, disclosing to view a
pair of iron-bowed spectacles, and a
ball of gray yarn with four rusty steel
knitting-needles thrust through it,
'.Well! This certainly beats any
thing ever saw beforen" calculated
John, as he put the box down again
and walked back to his horse and
buggy in the lane.
He drove on for about half a mile,
and was beginning to wonder if he
would be obliged to spend the night
infthe woods, when the barking of a
& dog told him that he must be near a
dwelling of some sort; and a few
minutes later he perceived two-room
cabin standing in the middle of a small
clearing. Before it burned small fire
OF pine brush; and as he stopped his
horse at the bars which did duty for a
gate, a lank yellow-and- black hound
came bounding down from the cabin,
barking loudly
"Halloa!" shouted John, at the top
OF his voice; and ''Halloa. yersef," re-
sponded a thin, sallow woman in a
coarse homespun dress, as she ap-
peared at the door of the cabin, a
short-stemmed clay pipe in her mouth.
My good lady, I'm looking for a
place to stay overnight. Can you ac-
eomrnodate me?" asked John, in his
most ingratiating tone of voice. Il
can't very well sleep out in the woods,
you know"
wall, meow, stranger" responded
the woman, in a drawling voice and
without removing the pipe from her
mouth. 1.-THE ole man en- the gals hev
gone up in the head of the cove ter
slngin', en- they jist hain't anyone
nyah but me; but if ye'lr light, I'll do
me best l kin fer We. Ye'll halter
,ook after ye own stock. Jist ye TEX
a,n down ter the barn, en- yell find
plenty o. roughness en- some nubbins
corn; On when We git through jis'
eome IN the big house hyah, en- I'll &c
oasen tue little house en- cook ye some
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