Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-06-23

nan. Use known Il all along: so has
Lemuel. You Is so mixed with whiskers
and things never know who you are for.
sure, and never tried to-
Come, boys" Capt Cheswick interrupt
off,
Lemuel was silent, sitting with his head
between his hands. his form heaving with
suppressed; emotion and SObbiny like a
child
At the captains words he sprang to his
feet. seized both my hands in his. wrnging
them In mute grief, and, turning to
George. Wesner could hardly speak, nut as
Lemuel released my hand George put out
his. The poor fellow seized 1t for one mo-
ment and then dropped 1t.
"Good-bye! Good-bye!" and both were in
the boat
The sailors bent to the oars. few
strokes and they We're out of our sight.
We were alone upon the banks of the Sa-
b'ne. The last exodus was at an end.
George put his hand to his neck.
Come, Charlie. let's be off. My neck Is
long enough without stretching, and from
this time forth Bradley and Wesner are not
agents for the underground railroad. Poor
Katie will never see the 'norf.' That is the
only regret shall have il do hang"
CHAPTER xXXv.
We had now only ourselves to care for.
and with lighter hearts than had been ours
for four years we struggled through the
camp. The place had the homesicl look of
all deserted camps. and the very quiet was
oppressive.
We built a fire in front of the camp, boiled
our coffee and tried our bacon over the
embers, had our customary smoke, and 10y
down to Sleep
The next morning we set our faces toward
the Teche, leaving behind US our packhorse
and the one captured from Morrill,, ponies
of but little value. Our own we rode, TAX
ing our route by way of Kimberly's place.
Kimberly was not at home. We told his
wife about the two ponies and rode along,
keeping clear of plantations and travelled
roads, as dwellers In these remote places
have usually excellent memories. and
withal cultivate the habit of observation
more thoroughly than do people who live In
th1ckly settled communities.
We crossed the big prairie very near
where we encountered Morrill,. At the
of disguise we had and burned them to
ashes. leaving not so much as one hair
whereby clue could be had.
Two days later George Wesner and
Charles J. Bradley rode through the town
Of Opelousas, taking the straight road for
Home again. wesner went to the store.
Fall trade WAS commencing, and as the
goods we had purchased at the north had
arrived our clerk was right glad to see us.
Wesner began 70 be uneasy about Lucy,
as he had heafdnJna COVorly was quite
sick. his fever hhvfng been reinforced by
a rheumatic supplement. 1 went to Frank
lin, and, with unusually good fortune met
Selwyn a few steps from his Office The
first thing bs asked me was II I remem-
bered the morning Coverly requested him
to make outiLucy's free papers. 1 told him
that did. -
"Well." said he. "the old fool backed
down: but yesterday he wanted them made
out. and br1ughto for him to sign. He is
sick and wants tie money. How soon are
you going back?D.
'Oh." said. IN ten minutes. All came
for was to inquire for the mail, as we ex-
pected letter from New York a week ago.
and Wesner thought 1t might have been
directed to Franklin by mistake
Hurry up then. and will wait, for If 1t
Is not too much trouble 1 would like to
have you ride over to Coverly's with me
and witness these papers. as they should
have one witness outside the family"
l accompanied Selwyn, saw Coverly sign
Lucys free papers. and never signed my
name with so much pleasure as when l
scrawled "Chas J. Bradley" as a witness,
and wondered how the old scoundrel would
feel If he knew all
Returning to the store. my road was sep
arate from selwyns and drove the spurs
into my horses side.
Roland. who brought the news that alone
could save AK from her fate, made no
better time than did from there to Wes-
ner's. With my horse f1ecked with foam
and plastered with dust. I pulled up to the
platform. George came out. What's up?"
\ have Just witnessed Eben Coveriy's