The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-11-20

might De uSetul TO him. Jim gazed horror
stricken, and the cuban did not no
tice him. The mans eye was attracted by
the red neckerchief, faded as it was, for,
like all his race he loved vivid colors. He
coolly united the knot and threw the long,
broad scarf about his own neck. At that
Jim uttered yell of despair and sprang
at the rascal and clutehed the throat
which wore the Custer tie. The surprised
Cuban shook him off in an instant and
raised his machette. while Jim's screams
rang across the battlefield.
Ill
The leaves of the woods about Little
town lay thick on lonely paths, and the
cold weather had come, and the squirrels
were busy laying in their winter supplies
and laughing at the small boys who tried
to shoot them. People were remembering
that Thanksgiving was within a week or
two, and children were wondering If a
years more growth would insure a pro-
portionate increase in appetite for good
things. Grandmother Marcy dozed by the
stove, Weakening up occasionally to call for
Jim, and ask what made him so long over
his chores. Every evening she was told
Jim had gone off 10 work, and every
morning she forgot, and wondered why
he did not come 10 breakfast Tom Mar
shall was home, so brown and thin that
grandmother did not recognize him. Vet
eran Marcy waxed sjcker and weaker and
more gloomy every day, for all the village
knew that Jimmie had run after the SOL
diers and never been heard of again, and
was doubtless dead of fever in that un-
healthy land.
The veteran opened his door late one
night to a peremptory knock, and grim,
gray-bearded man entered with malici-
Gus look at the storekeeper.
so, Marcy" said he, and I'm told
your mainstay is dead, and you and your
old mother are hardly able to get about.
You're in a bad way"
Marcy drew himself up without answer
ing and looked straight at his visitor,
without asking him to sit down.
Its years now" said the man "since
told you 1 hated you, and you said I
could do my worst. It's come to the worst,
Marcy. You aren't ready to pay off the
mortgage, and I know it. You have no
deposit in my bank"
1T it likely would deal with you,
knowing you for the coward and thief you
always were?" said the veteran quietly
mot likely, Baillie. I told the truth about
you years ago. You say 1t hurt you, but ii
saved my best friend. You swore you'd
be revenged, and you've grown rich and
hold the mortgage on my home, and you
| can be revenged. My-my boy is dead
and what care 1 now what happens? Dc
| your worst"
Baiilie walked up and down the room trl-
umphantly.
Every stick shall be sold" cried he
"I'n pull down the house: I'll pillow the
! land. You shan't have place to lay your
| head, Marcy. Who's got the upper hand
now hey? You would have me court mar
tailed and disgraced, would you? Man, J
could would like to strike you down
I've waited years for this; I've longed for
| it. Why don't you grovel, honest Marcy
| DO you see these papers? You can't re-
deem them! Why don't you go on your
knees, ask for mercy, you poor, sick bank
rupt?"
Because" said a weak voice at the
| door, che don't need to, Mr.. Baillie, and
| you ought to take off your hat in any
house you're visiting"
| A thin hand rose quickly past the bank,
| er's face as Baiuie turned in amaze anc
deftly knocked of the hat of the visitor
"Jimr screamed the veteran. my Jim
Thank God! l thought you were deadP
He held the boy in his arms, and grar
turned placldlY around in her chair and
| shrilly cried:
THAT you, Jimmie boy? Amt you late
! for superb
Jim tore himself loose, kissed his graz
and turned to the stupefied banker
About them papers," said Jim coolly
Dads sick and grams too old for bust
ness, and I'm running this family to-
night. You need money for them papers
don't your OF course. Wen. it's not quit.
due, but I guess I'll pay off that mort
gage tonight Get the pen and ink, dad
and Mr.. Baltic win be quite pleased tC
sign a quitment. You can pick up YOU
| hat, Mr.. Baltic"
Jim" said his father. trembling, "hav,
you got it?"
THE Custer neckerchief? Sure" sal,
Jim. and produced from his breast poke
that Old relic which had given him sucl
a chase. He spread IL on the table. ft wa.
CAREFUL sewn up. like a broad necktie. jim
ripped It open and displayed. stitched in
| side. three bank bills for SlO0 each.
You see" said Jim. I'VE wouldn'