Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1898-02-12

road to the village, but turned off squarely
to the right. For Sherman had already
begun his famous march to the sea. He
| had begun 1T, indeed, before the little skir-
mish in which Jack fitzpatrick had been
wounded. and. though Plato had no knowl-
edge Of the fact, he travelled with his young
master for fifteen miles between the paral-
lei lines Of the advancing army. Slocum's
| corps being one OF the lines and Howard
corps another.
Ignorant Of this fact. Plato was very
much surprised to see the federals riding
by. "Dey er pursuin' right on after us, "
he remarked aloud. "a little mo- an dey'd
| "a cotch US, sho. An dey may ketch US
ytt. Kaze Marse Jack can't hide out an
know mighty we'll 1 amt gwine nowhar
whites Marse Jack got ter stay" He
turned back and went to the big house
but once there he remembered his ak and
! started after it again.
He found 1t where he had left 1t. He
picked 1t up and flung it across his Shout
der. AS he raised his head he saw a big
federal soldier sitting on a horse fifty yards
away watching him intently. Name 81
Gawd!' he exclaimed He stared at the
soldier, undecided whether to run or
whether to stand where he was. Then he
saw the soldier reckoning to him. and he
made q great pletense of hurrying for
ward.
Ills the rame Of the place I'm afther,"
said the soldier.
"Suh?" exclaimed Plato.
"Ole Miss an Miss Floe," replied Plato.
"Ah, to the divvle wit vel" exclaimed
the old soldier impatiently. "'Tis the
name Dim AKIN ye."
dis de Fitzpatrick place, suh''
where's the wounded johnny"
"Who7 Merse Jack?" inquired Plato eau.
tiously. What make you ak dat? Marse
Jack amt never hurried you. is her
us he kilt intirely?" the soldier persisted,
misled by the serious aspect Of the negro s
cCuntenance.
How you know he been hurted?" Plato
asked.
Il seen i'm whin the ball pasted 'im,"
replied the soldier. with a careless toss Of
his lead. "Where've ye tuck imp.
What you gwine do wild i'm when you
I'M I'm? You amt gwine ter take i'm ter
prison ner nothin' er dat kim. is your"
Listen at the CAB av 'imP' exclaimed the
soldier impatiently. us the Johnny dead 81
who? Marse Jack? No. sub. He hurt
ed mighty bad. but he amt daid yit. Amt
| tradin' wild Marse Jack an de yuthers out
dar twix de camps?'
Upon me soul, ye're long time maxim
that out. orm that same peddler."
''Marse Jack up dar at de house." he said
in a confidential tone 'Ef his min done
come back speck he'd be mo- dan glad to
see YOU. But I'm skeer'd ter kyar you up
dar. kaze / Gunner what OIL Miss an Miss
Flee an mammy'll say"
Trust me for that same" remarked the
soldier. Take me down this fince. will
ye. an tell 'em at the house that Private
OHalloran av the sharpshooters has taken
the liberty for to call on the lad
The negro proceeded to make a gap In
the worm fence, remarking as he did 80:
Il be bless eff 1 don't b'lieve dat ar nag
Perryman's saddle boss"
Like as not" said Private O'HaIloran,
calmly.
Man! won't he rip an r'ar when he
Token dat ar boss. I'd be gallopin' outr
de county by dis time. Kaze Marse 'Lisha
is de mos servigrous white man in dezt
parts. He mighty nigh ez servigrous e1
OIL marster use to be in his primy days
I'm tellfn' you de naked trufe mani"
Private OHalloran laughed by way Of
reply as he rode through the gap Plate
had made in the fence.
"Ofll 80 up an put me two eyes on i'm 81
said O'Halloran, as he turned his horses
head toward the house. AN see the look a,
i'm be the time the twintieth army corps
comes trudgin' by"
critical view Of the steed the big Irishman
was riding. Then he laughed.
What's the Joker inquired OHalloran
"'Tain't no Joke ef you'll hear my horn. p
said Plato. II wuz des thtnllin' how Marse
'Lisha Perryman gwine ter cut up when he
fin out his saddle boss been rid on.
dunner whever he'll kill Yankee or q
nigger. or wheyer he'll 30 out an shoot q
see. an he sho' did like dat ar boss You
er de onliest white man what been straddle
un i'm ceppin' Marse 'Lisha- amt gwine
ter be nowhatrs 'roun' when he come hunt
in dat boss"
The horse evidently knew all about the
fitzpatrick place. for he went directly t.
the hitching post and there stopped. Al
O'Haliorap dismounted Plato took the
halter strap. dexterousiy fastened 1t to the
ring In the post and promptly disappeared
He evidently had no idea Of being made an
interested party In the scene that he sup
posed would take place when the big Irish
man doomed UP before the astonished gaxe
OF his mistress and her daughter.
But the Scene he anticipated did not %,