Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1885-03-29

embarked. and the remainder, under
this Major Squire, was following close
at heel.
ITS unlucky, but l have not my
pocket-book, said Stephen.
''Deuced unlucky! But don't want
to make any c-founded mistake. Any
body know you in what's this place
Hunchester?'
Nobody. But in Millport I'm known
as well as the town clock"
'.Ah! How far off Millport?"
1.-Two hundred miles. But letter."
''Oh! A letter would take four days
we must be at sea in two. There,
prisoner. That will do
Stephen was beginning to feel queer.
He had not seen matters in this light at
all when he had given his clothes to the
himself into deserter. Still. it was
monstrous on the face of it And
lucky thought came into his mind.
Without putting Farmer Blackthorn
upon the painful scent he was engaged
in keeping from them, and must not.
without utmost need, reveal, he saw
how he could get out of this queer
scrape at once and well.
Il have friend, sir, hard BY here-a
responsible man, who will come over
tomorrow and tell you who am; Mr.
Marrish, one of the leading yeomen of
this countryside. If may send him
message"
One of the officers whispered a word
to the Major, who regarded the prison
er GROSSLY and doubtfully, with redden-
ing eyes. You're a troublesome
rascal" said he, whoever you are:
and if you're lying the Kings got one
bad bargain; and if you're not lying
he's well rid of another. We don't
want lawyers against the French; we
want men. Sergeant, see that this fel-
lows message goes tonight. Gentle
men, one more bottle before turning
in"
No Half Moon tonight Stephen OBJ
tanned a split quill and some ink and
water in its native bottle, and, by the
light of stable lantern, on the corn
bin for desk, wrote:
DEAR MARRIsH: A laundering Irish SER
geant has arrested me for a deserter. I'm mis-
taken for another man. And the worst of the
blunder Is that the regiment is bound for for
eign service. Come over to Manchester, pray.
AT any trouble for which you may reckon on
my gratitude-for it is a serious thing-and
come yourself, for have reasons which you
shall know hereafter for keeping this mess
secret from the Blackthorns; sO to them, not
word. All ask you to do is to ask for Major
Squire ut the Bull, Manchester. and to tell
STEPHEN HARLOW"
Having given this to the sergeant
himself, he found nothing better to do
than 20 lie down in the straw and dream
of his Patience till morning found its
way through the green bottle-ends that
served to keep out the air. So, as no
body thought of his needing q wash, he
looked next morning more than ever
like what he seemed to be.
But they gave him hunk of bread
for breakfast; and he might Eave had
better, and been better waited upon,
and better believed besides. if he had
not transferred his purse as well Is his
pocketbook to Dick Blackthorn. After
a weary while, during which he vowed
twenty times never to be good-natured
again. he was about noon, again brought
into the club-room, and confronted with
the formidable tribunal, now as sober
as, according to the proverb, all judges
always are. But there, too, Goodness be
thanked. stood Enoch Marrish; that
was better than well.
'.Mr. what's your-name-'
'.Marrish, Major Squire. Enoch Mar
rish," said the farmer.
mir. Enoch Marrish," went on the
Major, with the condescension due from
one whose trade was killing to one
whose trade was feeding, 1--WE have
made inquiries, and learn that you are
a respectable and responsible man. The
prisoner here says you know him Is
that so?''
Farmer Marrish looked long and slow
ly at Stephen. Then he shook his
head.
mo" said he.
Stephen Harlow started as if the first.
of the fifty lashes had fallen on his bare
shoulders.
Good God, Marrishr' he cried out,
this is no joking matter! What do you
mean?'
The farmer shook his head again; and
that was all.