THE TIMES, NEW BLOOM FIELD, PA., OCTOBER ), 1877. My Strnnpco Traveling Compnuion. i " QTHANQEIll" 0 The voice wan not loud, but clear and penetrating. I looked vainly up ami down the narrow, darkening trail. No one In the fringe of alder ahead ; no one on the gullied slope behind. " Oh I stranger I" This time a little Impatiently. The California vocative, "Oh," always meant business. I looked up, and perceived for the first time, on the ledge, thirty feet above me, another trnll parallel with my own, and looking down upon me through the buckeye bushes a small man on a black horse. Five things to be here noted by the circumspect mountaineer : First, the lo calitylonely and Inaccessible, and away from the regular faring of tenm Bters and miners. Secondly, tho strati ger's superior knowledge of the road from the fact that the other trail was un known to the ordinary traveler. Thirdly that he was well armed and equipped. Fourthly, that he was better mounted. Fifthly, that any distrust or timidity arising from the contemplation of these facts hod better be kept to oneself. All this passed rapidly through my mlud as I returned bis salutation. " Got any tobacco V" he asked. I had, and signified the fact, holding up the pouch Inquiringly. " All right, I'll come down. Ride on, and I'll jlne ye on the slide." "The slide?" Here was a new geo graphical discovery as odd as the second trail. I had ridden over the trail a dozen times, and seen no communication be tween the ledge and trail. Nevertheless, I went on a hundred yards or so, when there was a sharp cracking in the un derbrush, a shower of stones on the trail, and my friend plunged through the bushes to my side down a grade that I should scarcely have dared to lead my horse. There was no doubt he was an accomplished rider another fact to be noted. As he ranged beside me I found I was not mistaken as to his size ; he was quite under the medium height, and.but for a pair of cold gray eyes, was rather commonplace in feature. " You've got a good horse there," I suggested. He was filling his pipe from my pouch, but looked up a ' little surprised, and said, " Of course." He then puffed away with the nervous eagerness of a man long deprived of that sedative. Finally between the puffs, he asked me whence I came. 1 replied from "Lagrange." - .1 He looked at me a few moments curi ously, but on my adding that I had only halted there for a few hours, he said : "I thought I knew every man between La grange and Indian Spring, but somehow I sorter disremembered your face and your name." , Not particularly caring that he should v remember either, I replied, half laugh 1 ing, that as I lived on the other side of Indian Spring, It was quite natural. He took the rebuff if such It was so quiet ly, that, as an act of mere perfunctory politeness, I asked him where he came from. "Lagrange." " And you are going to " " Well I that depends pretty much on how things pan out, and whether I can make the riffle." He let hia hand rest quite unconsciously on the leather bol ster of his dragoon revolver, yet with a strong suggestion to me of his ability "to make the riffle" if he wanted to,and added : " But Just now I was reck'nin on taking a little paeear with you." . - There was nothing offensive in his speech save its familiarity i and the re flection, that, perhaps, whether I ob jected or not, he was quite able to do as he said ; I only replied that if our pasear was prolonged beyond Heavytree Hill I should have to borrow his beast. To my surprise he replied quietly. " That's so,'' adding that the horse was at mydisposal when he wasn't using It and Aa of it when he was.. " Dick has carried double many a time before this," he continued. "and kin do it again ; when your mus tang gives out I'll give you a lift, and room to spare." I could not help smiling at the idea of appearing before the boys at lied Gulch en croupe with a stranger ; but neither could I help oddly being affected by the suggestion that his horse had done dou ble duty before. "On what occasion, and why?" was a question I kept to my self, we were ascending the long, rocKy nantc or tne Uivide ; the narrow. ness or the trail obliged us to proceed ..1 1 t , dl. A . . . . iowiy ana in nie, so mat ' mere was little chance for conversation, had he been disposed to satisfy my curiosity. We toiled on In silence, the buckeye giving way to chimUal, the western sun reflecting again from the blank walls beside us, blinding our eyes with its glare. The pines in the canon below were olive gulfs of heat, over which a hawk here and there drifted lazily, or rising to our level, cast a weird and eL gantio shadow of moving wings on the mountain side. The superiority of the stranger's horRe led him often far In ad- ' vance, and mnde me hope that he might forget ine entirely, or push on, grown weary of waiting. But regularly he would halt by a boulder, or reappear from some chimUctl, where he had pa tiently halted. I was beginning to hate him mildly, when at one of those reap pearances he drew up to my side, and asked me bow I liked Dickens I liud he asked my opinion on Huxley or Darwin, I could not have been more astonished. Thinking it were possible he referred to some local celebrity of La grange, I Bald hesitatingly : " You mean I1" " Charles Dickens. Of course you've read him t Which of bis books do you like best V" I replied with considerable embarrass ment that I liked them all as I certain ly did. lie grasped my baud for a moment with a fervor quite unlike bis usual phlegm, and said, " Thut's me, old man, Dickens ain't no slouch. You can count on him pretty much all the time." With this rough preface, he luunched into a criticism of the novelist, which for intelligent sympathy and hearty ap preciation, I had rarely heard equalled. Not only did he dwell upon the exuber ance of his humor, but upon the power of his pathoB and the all-pervading ele ment of his poetry. I looked at the man in astonishment. I had considered myself a rather diligent student of the great master of fiction, but the stran ger's felicity of quotation and illustra tion staggered me. It is true that his thought was not always clothed in the best language, and often appeared in the slouching, shaggy undress of the place and period, yet it never was rustlo nor homespun, and struck ' me with its precision and fitness. Considerably softened toward him, I tried him with other literature. But vainly. Beyond a few of the lyrical and emotional poets, he knew nothing. Under the influence and enthusiasm of his own speech, he himself had softened considerably ; of fered to change horses with me, re-ad justed my saddle with professional skill, transferred my pack to bis own horse, insisted upon my sharing the contents of bis wiskey flask, and, noticing that I was unarmed, pressed upon me a sil ver-mounted derringer, which he assur ed me he could "warrant." These vari ous offices of good will and the diversion of bis talk beguiled me from noticing the fact that the trail was.: beginning to become obscure and unrecognizable. We were evidently pursuing a route un known before to me. I pointed out the fact to my companion a little impa tiently. HeinBtantly resumed bis old manner and dialect. " Well, I reckon one trail's as good as another, and what hev ye got . to say about it?" I pointed out, with some dignity that I preferred the old trail. ' "Mebbee you did. But you're JIsb now takin' a pasear with me. This yer trail will bring you right Into Indian Spring, and onnotleed, and no questions asked. Don't you" mind now, I'll Bee you through." It was necessary here to make some stand againBt my strange companion. I said firmly, yet as politely as I could, that I had proposed stopping over night with a friend. ' " Whar?" I hesitated. The friend wbb an eccen trics Eastern man, well known in the lo cality for bis fastidiousness and his hab its as a recluse. Amisanthroye of rni ple means, be had chosen a secluded but picturesque valley in the Sierras, where he could rail against the world without opposition. " Lone Valley" or "BoBton Ranch," as it was more familiarly called waB the one spot that the average miner both respected and feared. Mr. Sylves ter, its proprietor, had never 'affiliated with "the boys," nor had he ever lost their respect by any active opposition to their ideoa. If seclusion had been his object, he certainly was gratified. Never theless, in the darkening shadows of the night, and on a lonely and unknown trail, I hesitated a little at repeating his name to a stranger of whom I knew bo little. But my mysterious companion took ine matter out of my hands. " Look yar," he said suddenly, " tbar ain't but one place twlxt yer and Indian Spring war ye can atop, and that's Syl vester's." ' , '" I assented, a little sullenly. " Well," said the stranger quietly .and with a slight suggestion of conferring a favor on me. " Ef you're pointed for Sylvester's why- don't mind stop. ping thar with ye. It's a little off the road I'll lose some time but taking it oy ana large I uou't much mind. I stated as rapidly and as strougly as i couiu, mat my acquaintance with Mr. Sylvester did not Justify the introduc tion of a stranger to his hospitality that he was unlike most of the people here in snort that be was a queer man, &o., To my surprise my companion an. swerea quietly : "O, that's all right I've beard of him. If you don't feel like checking mo through, or If you'd rather put ' C. O. D.' on my back, why It's all the same to me. I'll play it alone. Only you Just count me In. Hay 'Sylvester' all the time. That's me !" What could I oppose to this man s assurance I I felt myself growing red with anger and nervous with embarrass ment. What would the correct Sylves ter say to me ? What would the girls I was a young man then, and had won an entree to their domestic circle by my reserve known by a less complimenta ry adjective among the " boys" what would they say to my new acquaintance? Yet I certainly could not object to bis assuming all risk on his own personal recognizunce, noroould I resist a certain feeling of shame at my embarrassment. We were beginning to descend. In the distance below us already twinkled the light in the solitary raucho of Lone Valley. I turned to my companion. But you have forgotten that I don't even know your name. What am I to call you." " That's so," he said, musingly. "Now let's see. 'Kearney' would be a good name. It's short and easy like. Thar's a street in 'Frisco the same title. Kear ney It is." " But" I began impatiently. " No you leave all that to me," be In terrupted, with a superb self-confldenee thut I could not but admire. "The name ain't no account. It's the man that's responsible. If I was to lay for a man that I reckoned was named Jones, and after I fetched him I found out on the Inquest that his real name was Smith that wouldn't make no matter, as long as I got the man." The Illustration, forcible as it was, did not Btrlke me as offering a prepossessing introduction, but we were already at the raucho. The barking of dogs brought Sylvester to the door of the pretty little cottage which his taste bad adorned. I briefly introduced Mr. Kearney. " Kearney will do Kearney's good enough for me," commented the eoUdi sunt Kearney half aloud, to my own horror, and Sylvester's evident mystifi cation, and then he blandly excused himself for a moment that he might personally supervise the care of his own beast. When he was out of ear shot, I drew the puzzled Sylvester aside. " I have picked up I mean I have been picked up on the road by a gentle maniac, whose name is not Kearney. He is well armed and quotes Dickens. With care, acquiescence in hhviews on all subjects, and general submission to his commands, he may be placated. Doubt less the spectacle of your helpless fami ly, the contemplation of your daugh ter's beauty and innocence, may touch his fine sense of humor and pathos. Meanwhile, heaven help you, and for give me." I ran up stairs to the little den that my hospitable host bad kept always re served for me in my wanderings. I lin gered some time over my ablutions, hearing the languid, gentlemanly drawl of Sylvester below mingled with the equally cool, easy slang of my mysteri ous acquaintance. When I came down to the sitting-room I was surprised.how- ever, to find the self-styled Kearney quietly seated on the sofa, the gentle May Sylvester, the " Lily of Lone Val ley," sitting with maidenly awe and unaffected interest on one side of him, while on. the other that arrant flirt, her cousin Kate, was practicing the pitiless archery of her eyeB, with an excitement that seemed almost real. "Who is your deliciously cool friend?" she managed to whisper to me at supper as I sat utterly dazed and be wildered between the en rapt May Syl vester, who seemed to hang upon his words, and this giddy girl of the period who was emptying the battery of her charms in active rivalry upon him. "Of course we know his name jsn't Kearney. But how romantic I And Isn't be per fectly lovely ? And who is he ?" I replied with severe irony that I was not aware what foreign potentate was then traveling incognito In the Sierras of California, but that when his Royal .Highness was pleased to Inform me. I should be glad to introduce him proper ly. "Until then," I added, I fear the acquaintance must be Morganatic." " You're only jealous of him," she said, pertly. "Look at May she is completely fascinated. And her father, too." And actually, the languid, world sick, cynical Sylvester was regarding him with a boyish interest and enthu siasm almost incompatible with bis na ture. Yet I submit honestly to tho clear- beaded reason of jay own sex, that I could see nothing more in the man than I have already delivered to the reader, In the middle of an fcxcitlng story of adventure, of which, to tho already prejudiced mind of his fair auditors. be was evidently the hero, be stopped Buuueuiy. " It'B only some , pack train passing tne bridge on the lower trail," explained (Sylvester. "Goon." ' "It may be my horse is 'a trifle on easy in the stable," Bald the alleged Kearney, " he ain't used to boards and covering." Heaven only knows what wild and delicious revelation lay In the statement of this fact, but the girls look ed at caeii other with cheeks pink with excitement as Kearney arose, and, with quiet absence of ceremony, quitted the table, ' Ain't ho Just lovely," said Kate. gasping for breath, "and so witty." 'Witty I" said the gentle May, with just the slightest trace of deflanoe in her sweet voice. " Witty, my dear? why, don't you Bee that his heart Is Just break ing with vathos ? Witty, indeed ; why, when he was speaking of that poor Mexican woman that was bung I saw the tears gather In hU eyes. Witty, in deed 1" " Tears," laughed the cynical Sylves ter ; " tears, idle tears. Why, you silly children, the man Is a man of the World n, philosopher quiet, observant, un assuming." "Unassuming!0 Was Sylvester In toxicated, or had the mysterious stran ger mixed the " insane verb" with the family pottage ? He returned before I could answer this self-asked Inquiry ,and resumed coolly bis broken narrative. Finding myself forgotten in the man I had so long hesitated to Introduce to my friends, I retired to rest early, only to hear, through the thin partitions, two hours later, enthusiastic praises of the new guest from the voluble lips of the girls, as they chatted together In the next room before retiring. At midnight I was startled by tho sound of horses' hoofs and the jingling of spUrs below. A conversation between my host and some mysterious personage in the darkness was carried on in such a low tone that I could not learn its Im port. As the cavalcade rode away I raised the window. "What's the matter?" " Nothing," said Sylvester, coolly, only another of those playful homi cldal freaks peculiar to the country. A man was shot by Cherokee Jack over at Lagrange this morning, and this was the Sheriff of Calaveras and his posse hunting him. I told him I'd seen no body but you and your friend. By the way, I hope the cursed noise hasn't dis turbed him. The poor fellow looked as if he wanted rest." I thought so, too. Nevertheless, I went softly to his room. ' It was empty. My impression was that he bad distanc ed the Sheriff of Calaveras about two hours. ' A Reverend Rascal. The Rev. Charles Steinbach, of Chi cago, engaged Margaret Murphy ,a maid en of nearly forty, as a housekeeper. Ho told her that his wife was dead and gone and he wanted a good woman among hia children. Soon be beat and abused hia children and often locked her up with them to starve. At length she resolved to save one of the children a twelve- year-old girl from his abuse. She left the house with the girl, took some of his things and pawned them for needful money, and put the child for safe keep ing in the Home of the Friendless. He had her arrested for larceny. The papers spoke of the Steinback trouble. Anoth er woman saw the case In tho newspa pers, went to the jail to see Miss Mur phy, and announced herself as Stein- bach's lawful wife, deserted by him. and the mother of bis children. Then the two women became fast friends to work out a scheme of vengeance on Steinbach But he cannot be found. Rising glory occasions the great est envy, as kindling Area the greatest smoke. Envy is the reverse of charity ; and is that is the supreme source of pleasure, so this Is of pain. Envy has under its banner ' hatred, calumny, treachery, with the meagrenesa of fam ine, the venom of pestilence, and the rage of war. At Dartmouth Park, England, a boy three years of age was given an old wooden pipe by his father, with which to , blow soap bubbles. 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