The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-12-02
' By
 EMERSON HOUGH
cepyriaht, 1910. by Emerson Hoash

merer, I think, is the name of this gentleman, who came down here to teach us a few things. There has been some fighting. MT. Yates-Mr. Jones' And this gentleman''-he,step- ped back so that Carlisle might come into v1ew-+T think you already know"
 Madam, what are you doing here7" asked Carlisle. "But you're hurt! How Is that? Have you also been at tackled by these ruffians? 1 did not dream Duuwody was actually so much a ruffian.''
 Madam" said Dunwody, slowly turning to her, 'tI can't exchange words now. There has been an en- counter. as I said. There have been men killed. and some of us have been hurt. The northern abolitfonists have made their first attack on southern soil. This gentleman is an army officer. Pm 8 United States marshal. and as a pris oner he's safe in talking. He has come here on his own moral initiative. in the interest of what you call freedom. You two should be friends once more. But would you mind helping me make i these people eomfortab ble as we canl'
 ''You are hurt yourselfv' she said. turning toward him. seeing him vince as he started up the step. "No," he said curtly, its nothing.'
 ''That girl yonder-ahi she has been whipped! My God in heaven! What Is to be next, in this wilderness? Is there indeed here no law, no justice?" 1 The deep voice of the German, Kam- merer, broke in. Thank God in heav- en, at least you are woman!'' he said, turning to her.
 1 "A woman! Why thank God for that? Here at least a .woman's sole privilege is insult and abuse.'' i The others heard, but did not all un- derstand her taunt Tears sprung to the eyes of young Carlisle. "Don't talk 1 so.' was all he could exclaim, feeling himself not wholly innocent of re proach Dunwody's face flushed a deep red.
 Madam" said he in low voice, limping toward Josephine, you and must declare some sort of truce. The world has all gone helter skelter. what'I become of us I don't know, but we need a woman here now" 1 She gazed at him steadily, but made no reply. Growing, he turned away I and limped up the steps, beckoning the others to follow into the, hall. In the door between the hall and the farther room there lay mounted rug of bear skin. He tripped at it's edge and fell, catching vainly at the door. A sharp exclamation escaped him. He | did not at once rise. It was the arm of his prisoner, Carlisle. who aided him. You are hurt sir.''
 No, no, go away" exclaimed Dun wody, as he struggled to his feet.
 "One bone's gone,'' he said presently in a low tone to Clayton. '1 broke it when fell that time.''
 The men, captors and eaptives. look ed bIankly at one another It was the mind of a woman which first rose to this occasion In an instant Josephine. 1 with a sudden exclamation, flung aside indecision.
 Jeanne. Sal1yv' she called. "Show these gentlemen to their rooms," nam- ing Clayton and Jones. "Sir,'' she said to Dunwody, whose injury she did not i guess to be so severe, you must lie down. Gentlemen, pass into the other room there, if you please She mo- 1 toned to the two prisoners and step ped to Dunwody's side.
 "I can't have this.' he broke out sud denly. You're hurt yourself. Go to your room. I tell you, it's nothing" Be quiet,'' she said, close at his ear. ''1'm not afraid of you now"
 In this strange house party a truce was tacitly agreed. Dunwody's injury left Clayton practically leader of the Alissourians. His party gravitated to- ward him, while opposite sat the two prisoners, Carlisle and Kammerer. Dunwody in his own room was look ing into the seriousness of his injury