The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-01-09
TIE ,li RECOVERY.
IA Story of Kentucky
Copyright, 1908, by JOSEPH A. ALTSHELER Entered at StatiOners' Hall
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 The great preacher and revivaiist?
 Oh, yes, didn't know of him. He'd ,een stirring up all the mountains 1Vea ,;1ea D range of a hundred miles. His Ike had never been heard before in those parts. He fairly shook the souls oa men. He knew how to get rlght lrIo 4I -ae hearts of all kinds of peopie' ae might be preaching to a thousaao nien, and every one of them would ia,,a tLi.n that he was preaching to nim alols; He was trv1np to bring the Rents and the TIorners together and make tneLH nuit lighting. and if he couldn't do IL nobody could. They were Qulte llann in the latter statement, lmplylns thal If religion failed, the arm or tne e'ase would he useless, and I was not o1- fenC cd. p"
 Rut I was pleased at the thought or this powerful ally; we could preserve the peace while we were in the noun tains. but no longer, and he might. De able to continue it after we came away. "Whateis the name of this minister?' asked.
 l sat for moment, dumb. It had never. occurred to me that it could be he, and yet what more natural than that it should be he, Elias, my old cop,rade of the stripes and the cell? In the press of matters nearer ana wore personal he had almost passed out of my mind lately. but the same chance that brought us together nrst was now bringing us together again. It was indeed 8 singular decree of rate. He would not dream that the Governor of Kentucky, coming at the head of his little ariny. was Charlie Johnson who had been a convict with him. How could he?
 MT. Peabody is doing a good work, I said to the mountaineers. NOW that you give his name recall IL. ana l know that he is an honest and aple nan."s.s .s ,
 My tribute to the minister seemed to impress them and to raise me in thelr esteem; it was to my credit to appre- ciate Elias Peabody and was not or tended at the prestige that came to me from the lustre borrowed of him.
 We broke camp quickly and started on the long trail through the noun tains, in warlike panoply but With llttle thought of things warlike in our hearts. I twas more like a great and happy eX- cursion and the officers permitted certain laxity of discipline that encour- aged the tendency to lightness of heart. I disznounted from my horse after while and walked with the lads. l marked Eieutenant Timothy Applegate in a uniform as gorgeous as marching orders would allow, and marked also the surly Connor who would not let his eye meet mine. Harrison. silent and watchful, was at the head of his men, and I knew that he was most capable officer.
 The trail grew rougher and wilder, and perforce we went more slowly, but the beauty of the day did not abate. The highest peaks swam in a blue maze and the deepest valleys were misty and green. Now and then a guide blew note on a trumpet. and mellow and sweet it rolled away in echo after echo, untif it died in faint sigh under the horizon. We met no one. Either the mountaineers for reasons of their own wished to avoid the troops or the coun- trv was but little inhabitated. Now and then we saw cabin smuggling among; the treess but no one came forth to welcome us. -~ sAN @
 s'They look upon it as an invading army,y said Harrison to me-
 emotion, i've come to make peace not war"
 At noon we built fires again by the side of a. clear stream and cooked our dinner. I had all the officers at my table which was merely a wide board spread on the grass, and a pleasant  ed by the keen air of the mountains Harrison was there, rather silent. but his faciturnity was more than atoned for bY the conversational powers of his friend. Applegate, whom the wills oss and our poetfcal situation moved more or less to poeticaf emotion. Connor was also with Us. but he had nothing to say,I taking his dinner In sullen silence. I judged that he still regarded me W tn malevolence. and would do me harm if an easy opportunity came.
 We had finished dinner and were pre- pairing to resume the march when the figure of horseman appeared on a llill far in front of us, but vivid black silhouette nevertheless against a daZ- zling blue sky. The man remai n ed there motionless for a few moments. t@vidently watching us, and then came a1 rapid pace down the valley to- ward our camp. As he drew nearer thought I saw something familiar in the figure of the rider. Surely I knew those heavy shoulders, and the head covered with thick black hair
 It's our friend. MT. Bucks, late mem- Der of the Legislature" said Harrison.
 When he cames nearer it was un- mistakabIy he,and I remembered then that we were now marching across the county. which he had represented in the House.
 T think our friend Bucks is more or less member of the Horner clan, '' said Harrison.
 I recalled the same impression and as 1t affected me unpleasantly, turn ed away, resolved not to notice him unless his presence demanded notice. But Harrison came to me ten minutes later and said that MT. Bucks insisted on seeing me on business of import ance.@ Everything was packed and we were just about to start, but I told Harrison to bring the man. was standing by a great tree when he came. I noticed at once that his swarthy face was flushed and he was clinching and unclinching his hands both signs of anger. I resolved at 3*tnce that I would take no insolence rom him.,
 Governor he exclaimed, ''what is the meaning of this?"
 "Of what?" I asked in the dryest tone could command.
 "Of these troops,armed men march ing over the soil of a peaceful coun- ty?"
 'well,'' I replied in the same tone, I'm the Governor of this State, and this little army is here for reasons sufficient to me. It is not necessary to explain them to you"
 The crimson blood burned through his darkface, and his es es famed with the headlong anger of the tribesman
 "But these are peaceful counties!''