Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1897-02-09
Washed Washed the laDels@as candIesticKs.

Washed the labels-ns candlesticks.
One thought led to another. The pro-
posed purchase reminded Lambert that
all the money in his possession was now
the $2O-bill borrowed of Close, and this
reminded him that he wanted five dol
lars in small shinplasters,"
as the miniature greenbacks were
called at the time. Since hearing Muir
phys story he better understood the
straits to which his neighbors were re-
duced, and he had determined that the
aid he had proffered in one way should,
despite madame's high-spirited rejec-
ton, be rendered in another.
At eight o'clock he had secured the
amount he needed through the good
Offices of the first sergeant, and he was
wondering how soon he might expect
the visit of Col. Scroggs and what could
be it's purpose, when all of sudden
the clatter at the other end of the
camp told him of the return Of the de-
tachment sent out the previous night;
but it was Sergt. Mcbride, not his COM
pany commander, who met him at the
tent door.
'The captains compliments, an he'll
be back by an by, sir. He stopped
over to have it out with somebody that
fooled him."
stopped over where. sergeant? Not
alone, I hope?"
mo, sir; the sheriff was along, an
two others. They were talking with
Mr.. scroggs-or Col. Scroggs-and a
young fellow they called Potts, who
met us across the track on the Quit
man road. The captain said you wasn't
to worry about him, but we didn't get
the parties the sheriff was after, and
the captain thinks he knows who threw
us off the SCENT
Manifestly nothing was to be done
but await the captains return, and
nine o'clock came without him. Lam
bert had determined to investigate the
butter market, however, and time was
not hanging heavily upon his hands
by any means. Throwing light-blue
overcoat, such as was worn by the rank
and file, over his uniform, he sailed
forth just after nine o'clock, and made
his way around the camp until he
reached the road, and followed it to
the gap among the rose-bushes whence
had rolled the tin pail on the previous
night All was dark and still. Set
ting the pail just within the hedge,
he patiently waited. Presently voices
feminine voices-became family audi
BILE. "Elinor" had evidently been pushed
forward en- reconnaissance, and, after
her recent nerye-racking experiences,
didn't like the detail.
81 tell yo' dey ain no one bout, Mis-
Katie. done felt fur de pail, an faint
day-h," was her protest. At this Lam
bert saw fit to give a low whistle, at
sound of which Elinor, with prodigious
rustic of skirts, bolted back towards
the house, and her unseen companion,
after emphatic and scornful reference
to "bawn cowuds," came hurriedly for
ward, but paused at discreet distance.
you're theh, all you?" was the semi
assertive, semi-interrogative remark in
disdainful and truculent tone. "Ah
hope you've got that money at last"
For an answer Lambert reached in
and shook the pail. The combination
of "shinplasters" and small coin within
gave reassuring rattle. Eagerly the
girl bounded to the hedge. He could
Just discern the slender little form and
the tumbled head of hair Us she dropped
the enfolding shawl and stopped to take
the prize-which theunprincipled young
man had by this time cautiously with
drawn. Hecould hear her eager breath
ing and the patter of her hands among
the rain-laden branches.
'Whuh on earth" (who on earth can
spell the word as real southern girl
says it?) "did you hide that pail? Alive
no time TO nawnsense."
Silence moment.
"Look hyuh, Mr.. Yankee! Aim not
accustomed to being made fool Of,
n All want that money. Alive had TO
wait too long already"
A sound as of something shaking in
a tin vessel, but further away, towards
a broader gap in the dark hedge.
"Ah'm not going up thuh. All told you
twice befoh. You bring that pail back
hyuh" Indignantly. All don't be.
lieve you've gawt' the money at
ALL" Tentatively. "If you had, no
gentleman would keep me waiting
when we need it SO much" Symptoms
of vanishing nerve, and again tempt
ing rattle). "Ah can't go there" (plead-
ingly now. please bring it hyuh, Mr.
Riggs. Brothuh Floyd would be fuyious
if he knew" (pause)-''an' we had such
awful trouble las night-all on &c.
count of some of your rascally-oh!
whut's that new lieutenant's name?'
Sudden change of theme and tone).
His names Ike" was the response
in hoarse whisper across the dripping
rose bushes.
"Ah don't believe wuhd you say
Whut's his real name2"
ASK Mr.. Potts If his name isn't Ike;
and come and get your money"
"Ah don't have chance to ask Mr.