Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1913-03-07

mand OF God to call sinners to re-
pentance at the campmeetin' over in
Shelby county, up Memphis way. Par.
don me, sir, but took an instant likin'
for you and l hope we shall get furth-
er acquainted. | ride in these woods
every evenin'. Goodby till we meet
again.
He dotted his hat with great pune
tilio and spurred his horse through a
by-road in the darkling woods. Meth.
er had mentioned his name to the
other.
Stewart pondered over the meeting
as he ambled home. conscious of its
incongruities. He mentioned the oc-
| currence to his host, Rev. John Hen
nlng, Baptist preacher in the scatter
ed hamlet of Tuscahoma and a small
planter who worked a dozen negroes
The dominic rubbed a stubby chin,
and wagged his head:
Il wonder if it can be that fellow
Murrell, who's been hangin aroun' fur
the last six months off and on. down
at the Corners. Ye know two of my
boys have disappeared. Twas fort
| night since, just before you came
back, and I've suspected him of slave
stealth, but couldn't get any clue My
Dick smells the same rat and has been
lynn low, but We see neither of us ever
met him; he comes and goes like a
shadder.
Then he's got lot of pals arounS
and some of my neighbors swear he's
all right; hearn him preach the finest
sermons in the world-lay preacher,
We know-and got the spurrit of God
| in him."
A few days later he again crossed
the stranger not far from the scene
of the first meeting, and the latter
greeted him with an air of unmistak-
able pleasure:
II have thought good deal about
you, sir, since l met you the other
night. / reckon we're kindred spirits
somehow, for / know human nature
pretty well and rarely make a mis-
take, with an air of great compla-
cency. Il thought I'd like to have a
long powwow, for I'm a lonely man,
| though | know many people. ] am
Unexpectedly called away tomorrow
| evening. Pray, sir, come and spend
the night with me at the Corners My
host of the tavern has fine old apple,
and brace of wild ducks fit for a
king or for" stopping with lips
pursed into an enigmatic smile.
Stewart gladly assented, and they
rode together a few miles farther to
the Corners, which consisted of log
tavern, ramshackle store and rude
blacksmith shop. The ruffianly land
lord lowered at Stewart with a glance
of suspicion, but quailed at the i'm
perious scowl which his more familiar
guest shot at him, as, turning with a
wave of his hand, he said:
This is my friend, Mr. " with
inquiring look.
"Oh, my name is Hues, Adam Hues, .
answered Stewart, wondering with
alarm whether the landlord could pos
sibly know of him.
After supper under huge gum
| tree, and with tongue we'll loosened
by frequent libations of apple teddy,
the man of mystery began to unbosom
! himself.
You are a Spectator, Hues, and so
am |, though not perhaps in the same
line. The world has treated me badly
and you, too, reckon, If read you
Alright See the swarms of the rich,
whose claws are fastened on all the
good things of life, the best to eat,
the best of drink, the finest of clothes
to wear. If We could only hear my
friend, John Murrell, talk on the
thing! He's one of the greatest men
in the world, sir-beats Andy Jackson
all to death, and / want We to meet
him."
And so he went on in fierce TRADE
against the whole order of society.
The young man had listened with
out word, with the same feeling
that hidden spectator would have at
watching cannibals at their CHASTITY
banquet. He had had time enough to
make up his mind, and he nerved him.
self to see the thing through
Sir" he said, extending his hand,
u don't know who you are, but put it
right there! What you've said has
sounded hidden chord. | feel you're
exactly right, sir. and that we ought
to get even with our oppressors in any
way we can. You reckoned straight
when you saw in me congenial
spirit"
The next morning as they rode
through the woods, talking of indif-
ferent matters, Stewart was accosted
with the sudden intersection, Il am
John Murrell!" accompanied by a
look of piercing question
Il suspected so last night" was the
answer and was rejoiced to know a
man of my own kidney
A handclasp seemed to relieve the
others mind Of any passing doubt, and
Murrell said bluntly:
Il need q lieutenant. man Of grit.
of brains an resources. Will you be