Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1874-07-21

the cry. Arrows and guns were dis.
charged Mt raddom, still more alarming
The maddened horses, which ran through
the camp overwhelming beasts and men,
and finally disappearing in tho darkness.
1t was long ere order was restored, and
when things were once more quiet, sad
scene oil damage and loss was displayed
To the dismayed and angry eyes OF the
Admiral. Tents were borne down and
luy "all along" arms were scattered aud
destroyed, heads and limbs were broken,
while out OF mole than thousand cav.
airy horses, eight hundred were wholly
missing. Worst of oil. the tent where
the prisoners had been confined was
thrown down. and the prisoners were
gone. Dacre's men-nay, Lord Dacre
himself was ready 10 swear that the devil
hal appeared in bodily shape, six times
at least among them, and to his power
doubtless invoked by the Scots--the whole
disaster was attributed.
The Admiral was by no means content
with this explanation. but there was
nothing TO be done. Both horses and
men were gone beyond recovery.
II VAS growing toward sunset. on the
third day alter the alarm lately narrated.
who, in the scantneSs Of the garrison 1t
Crnig end, had been set to keep watch at
the entrance Ct The glen. came running
To the tower with the news that "three or
four Draw rulers on great horses were
coming mp the stream"
"Riders! Are yc sure. Gallant ?" asked
old lIalbeit, anxiousIy.
AYE, and on Draw great steeds, such
as the Souhrons ride, answered the lad {;
cane am sure tha, the foremost man OF
all is Duncan Of EIdin himself"
A sicIcnins thought crossed Elsio's
mind st these words. Was it possible
that driven desperate by jealousy aud
baillcd love, Duncan had rcyengcd him.
sell upon her by bringing The Enslish
upon thcm'
"Fricnd or Zoe. we must be ready for
them" said old Ilulbert. Ambrose, my
son, 20 with three men down the stream
to the point you wot Of. The rest abide
here with me. Elsie. get all ready, and
at the word from me, have the lady away
to the hill. Icannot think Duncan would
beIray US, bur these are trying times"
Inconsistent Elsie! She, too. had
thought of such lreachcrY, but she was
IS angry at her father tor limiting AT il,
as il such notion had ever crossd her
mind. Tho women prepared all things
lor hasly flight, and then Elsie went
forth 20 tho tower head, and strained her
eyes and ears to catrh some intelligence.
She was not lett long in suspense. Loud
shouts-not ul onset. but OF JOY and tri
umph- assured her that il was no foe
who approached. Presently she behcld
her father aud mother returning, with
several horsemen. foremost OF whom
were the young lord of FerLiehur,t and
Duncon Scott.
But where got you your Draw stoeds?'
asked tho old man. when the iumult Of
iuy and welcome had somewhat subsided.
"Whcrc there were plenty more" an
sweycd Duncan. laughing. I'VE drave
the whole of Dacre's horse out through
their camp, and brought off sono eight
hundred of the best-me and the liddes
dale lads and ilab Elliot has them in
safe. keeping where Dacrc will never find
them. The S)ulhrons thought the devil
was among them, sire enough, when
they saw lIabby and mo leap over the
wall with bucks horns on our heads. 1t
was desperate venture, but VIC carried
it through. and here we are.n
Elsie was like ono in dream. Duncan
hnd not spoken to her nor looked at her.
Wishing for time to think. she took her
pitcher and went once more 10 the holy
we'll Tor water, and leaning over the wall
as it filled. she wiped few drops FROM
her eyes.
ale must do n he will she murmured !;
Il have put myself SO far in the wrong
that dare not say word. | must even
bide and sec how it will turn ont"
She stopped 10 lit her filled pitcher.
when manly hand was interposcd, and
manly voice whispered -"Elsic, have
brought safe home your foster brother.
VIII you forgive me now ?"
lis that need forgiveness, replied
Elsie. al have been sorry ever since l
said that you were in hiding"
1--WE will call quits" said Duncan.
smiling. "May be we have both learned
Il lesson which will be worth what it cost.
See, here is my ring that you threw ut my
feet. Will You let me put it on?'
Elsie's hand was not Withdrawn, and
the pitcher had time to run over, while
the lovers leaned on the wall and let the
twilight go.-FrOm The Aldiac J0r July.
Wesfern Correspondence.
TRIP TO JEWELL.
Manhattan. KANSAS.