The Lexington dispatch. [volume] (Lexington, South Carolina) 1870-1917, 1896-02-12

State Com.-Why not give this great
medicine g trial as it is guaranteed
and trial bottles are free at the
Bazaar.
Jimmy. "Gracious! l didn't know 1t
was so late. Mother will be awfully
worried" "
"Well, be sure and come over to1nor-
row." cried Charlie after him, land
we'll play strike again.
Gall right" answered Jimmy as he
went whistling down tho road.
AS he came near the road Jimmy
heard strange sound. 1t was like the
distant snarl and roar of the animals he
remembered in the one circus he had at
tended in his life He stopped for mo-
ment to listen. The noise rose and died
On the evening air, and mingled with it
rose another sound like the clink of in
struments against steel.
"That sounds as if somebody was
hammering on the track" be said as be
listened. But he was late and so hurried
on toward home.
AS he neared the gate his mother
came running down the walk, her apron
over her head. Jimmy" she cried hys-
terically, "whero is your father"
81 don't know" answered the boy,
staring in dismay at his mother, who
was pale and trembling.
"Oh, my child" she screamed,
there's something wrong. Your father
went over al hour ago down into the
woods to find the stray lambs, and he
novor stays so late, and 10 or Is min
utes ago crowd of yelling, cursing men
swept by here like q cyclone and down
into the woods, and fathers there, and
maybe they've killed him. -
Hold on, mother" cried Jimmy.
"Don't take on So I'll run down to the
edge of the woods and see what's up.
Fathers all right. What would they
hurt him for, I'd like to know"
Though he spoke so stoutly, the boy
was frightened, but he ran as fast as he
could toward the woods. He remember
ed the noise he had heard at the track
aid suddenly it rushed over him what
it meant They're sympathizers of tho
strikers" he whispered as he tore across
the field, land they're tearing up the
track, I'll bet.
When he reached the woods, he stole
along as cautiously as possible toward
the din and uproar, which every mo-
ment grew louder. Suddenly lie saw
them.
There were so at least, bareheaded,
ragged, prying up the track with crow
bars-a frightful sight to lonely little
boy creeping among the trees. The stray
lambs, huddled together under tree,
were bleating in a frightened, helpless
way. Jimmy felt sure his father must
be near them, SO, creeping Oh hands and
knees now, the boy crawled slowly along
and suddenly saw his father tied to
tree, watching the rioters completing
their work of destruction. As Jimmy
saw his father Mr.. Saunders, turning
his head, saw his son.
Jimmy was rot 10 feet away from
his father, while the mob was at least
30 feet away from both.
Jimmy" murn.ured his father,
run, my boy, rrn! The New York
special with soldiers! Run up the road
and signal i'll Never mind me, but save
the train.
With half sob the boy crept back
through the tall grass to the edge of the
forest and then darted across the field
toward the farmhouse like an arrow.
His mother met him. Don't stop me,
mother" be gaSped. Fathers alive,
but the strikers have got him. You run
to Mr.. Somers' for help. I'm going to
signal the special" Signal the special!
Suddenly he stopped. What with? How
could he, little boy, stop train before
it reached the cut yonder: Ah, the red
lantern, the despised, common thing he
had sneered at that very day.
Two minutes later this towheaded,
freckled faced young hero was flying up
the track, his red lantern lighted, his
bare feet spurning the earth, painting,
stumbling, sobbing, falling, up again
and On, on.
A low rumble broke on his ear. The
rails began singing under his feet. "Its
coming" he shrieked, and putting all
his remaining strength into this last
effort he dashed on few rods farther.
There came great white light glow
ing at him like an angry eye, nearer
and nearer, larger, brighter. Would
they ever see him as he stood there,
desperately gripping his red lantern and
swinging it with both his tired little
arms?
At last! The engine gave scream.
II see you, jimmy it seemed to cry to
the poor child. Then a shiyer ran
through the long train. 1t groaned and
stopped, the engine painting and signing,
at the feet of James Saunders, hero
Do you suppose, if Jimmy lives to be
100 years old, he will ever forget that
moment-the shouts, the questions, the
excitement, the soldiers crowdiDg around
him, the glistening bayonets, the praise,
the thanks, all the pride of the instant
as he knew that he, little prairie lad,
had saved the special laden with Uncle
Sans troops:-Advance
The First Log Cabin In Kentucky.
The fourishing little city of Harrods-
burg, the county seat of Mercer county,
Ky., was the scene in the latter part Of
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