Copyright, 1895, by Harper & Brothers. All Rights Reserved.
| PUBLISHED WEEKLY. | NEW YORK. TUESDAY, JULY 16, 1895. | FIVE CENTS A COPY. |
| VOL. XVI.—NO. 820. | TWO DOLLARS A YEAR. |
HOW JACK LOCKETT WON HIS SPURS.
BY G. T. FERRIS.
A STORY OF THE REVOLUTIONARY WAR FOUNDED ON FACT.
The chips flew merrily under Jack Lockett's axe to the tune of hiswhistling, for he was chopping the night's supply of firewood, and thedark was shutting down apace on the cold January day. He had alreadymade the horse and the cows snug in the barn, and his young appetite wassharp set for the supper which would be ready with the finish of hischores. He looked out on the dreary waters of the bay with the gleam ofa dull twilight on them, and saw shining through the dusk a white sailskimming shoreward. "Some belated fisherman. Br-r-r, how cold it must beout there!" Jack said to himself, as he breathed on his frosted fingersand smote the wood with still harder strokes. This stalwart lad offourteen, with his fearless blue eyes and tanned face, looked more thanhis years, for he lived in parlous times, which ripened men early. Hisfather, Colonel Lockett, of the Connecticut line, was away