The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-08-30

the jailyard and began to stroll about with bis hands in his pockets. To a casual observer he was simply a boy with no playmates, who did not know what to do with himself. Occasionally he would wander near the fence, first casting sly glance at the jail There were cracks between the boards, and Jakey was looking out for good wide crack to spy through. At last he found a place to suit him and lowered about it listening for a footstep. and occasionally getting a quick glance through the opening by putting his eye to it. But Jakey knew well that if caught at this he would be called into the jail and forced to stay there. At last an old negro woman passed with a basket on her arm, smoking a short clay pipe.
 "Auntier' called the boy.
 Tod a massy! Is de angel ob de Tod speaken to his sarvent from de clouds?" said the old woman, starting and dropping her basket
 "Auntie. hyar at the crackp'
 "Who is yo' callen? Yo' mus be a chile from yo' voice."
 ''Put yer eye close up to de fence and y can see me ae the crack"
 The woman drew near and put her eye to the crack. Jakey stood off a little way, and she could see him plain iy. Meanwhile he pretended to have lost something on the ground.
 "Why press my po' ole heart, honey, eff y ain't nothen but leetle boy in de Jailyard. Taught t be huff to keep dem po' misable DO white east Ten nesseeans dar what dey had in de cellar widout keepen a chile"
 My brothers a prisoner, 'n so air T." said Jakey in a melancholy voice.
 "Climb ober de fence, honey, and run away"
 "The fence air too high, n ain't a goen fur to leave my brother anyway. See hyar, amtie, air you niggers Union or seceshT'
 "why, honey, do you t'ink we turn ag'in ou' own folksi Amt de Yankee sojers comen down fur to gib us hb- eration?
 "Ef y cd save a Union sojer from hangen, w'd y do itY'
 "Fo' de Lo'd wouldw
 "Then send this hanchikuf to Souri Slack" "Who Souri Slack?''
 'She's my sister. She lives at Farm CT Stacks"
 "whar dat7"
 "On the Anderson road. close onter the Sequatchie river"
 While this conversation was going on Jakey continued his efforts to find something at his feet. He picked up a stone. rolled it in the handkerchief and threw them over the fence.
 "What good dat do?" asked the col ored woman, picking up the missile of war.
 ''When Souri gifts it she'll know"
 "Win dat sabe de Union so1er's neckr
 'sMebbe t thought, n mebbe t moughtn't"
 q cain't go myself-rm too ole-but I'll start hit along. Reckon de dar- kies1l tote it"
 She picked up her basket and was moving away when Jakey called to her.
 "Auntier'
 "What, honey7"
 "Yer thought git some un ts tote hit ter an old nigger named Jefferson Ran dolph. ez lives up a creek bout five mile from hyar. near the pike runnen that away. Mebbe he'll pass hit on"
 "Sho nuff."
 "Yo' boy. tharr'
 The jailer's wife was standing in an open window regarding Jakey severe ly.
 "Come away from that ar fencer'
 Jakey skipped along toward her. do- ing little waltzing as he went.
 ''Ef that ar boy wasn't sich a chile. I'd think he'd ben up to sumep'n."
 What war yer a-doen by that ar fence% she asked when he came up.
 ''Nuthen."
 "What war that y throwed over"
 "Oh. ' war only throwen stones"
 "Wh.t yer throwen stones that away fur?"
 Fur fun"
 'Well. y just keep away from tn fence CT 7 shan't play in tn yard at all. I'll shet y up with thet big brother O yourn."
 "Waal. I won't go thar no more" !" And Jakey took a top out of his trou- sers pocket and began plugging imagi- nary tops on the ground
 Mark hoped that the preparations the Confederates were making for the expected move would cause them to forget him. He was not destined to be so fortunate. The second day after his capture be was taken before a court martial held in a house occupied by the staff department, to be tried on the charge of being a spy.
 The court was assembled and ready to proceed with the case. An officer had been detailed to defend the pris- oner but he had not arrived and the court waited. Presently a chatter of horses hoofs was heard outside. It stopped before the door of the house. and in another moment Marks coun- sel entered the room.
 Mark looked at him with astonish- ment Tn the tall. straight soldier. with black hair and eyes. mustache and goatee, bearing about him that some thing which indicates ito the manor born." he recognized the officer who had eRi.ed at the Pains on the morning ..-