The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1885-04-24
1.-Two hundred miles. But letter.

1.-Two hundred miles. But a 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 tc the
real Private Blackthorn and transformed
himself into n deserter. Still, it was
monstrous on the face of it And a
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 usmoss 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
tom orrow and tell you who l am: Mr..
Marrish. one of the leading yeomen of
this countryside. If may send him a
message"
One of the officers whispered word
to the Major, who regarded the prison.
or GROSSLY and doubtfully, with REDEEM
ing eyes. You're q troublesome
rascal" said he, whoever you are;
and if you're lying the Kings got one
bad bargain; and if you're not living
he's well rid of another. We don I
want lawyers against the French; we
want men. Sergeant, see that this fell
lows message goes tonight. Gentle
men, one more bottle before turning
in"
No Half Moon tonight. Stephen OBJ
tanned split quill and some ink and
water in its native bottle, and, by the
light OF a stable lantern, on the corn
bin for desk, wrote:
"DEAu MARaIsH: a laundering Irish SER
gcant has arrested me for a deserter I'm mis-
taken for another man. And the worst of the
blunder Is that the regiment ia bound for for
eIgn service. Come overto Manchester, pray.
at any trouble, for which you may reckon on
my yratitide-for it is Il 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
aword. An ask you to do is 10 ask for Major
Squire, at tho Bull, Manchester, and to tell
him that am, your most grateful,
STEPHEN HARLOW"
Having given this to the sergeant
himself, he found nothing better to do
than to lie down in the straw and dream
of his Patience til morning found its
way through the green bottle-ends that
served to keep out the air. So, as no.
body thought of his needing a 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 have had
better, and kesn better waited upou
and better believed besides, if he had
not transferred his purse as well a his
pocketbook to Dick Blackthorn. After
a weary while, during which he vowed
twenty times never TO be good-natured
agait. he was about noon, again brought
into the clu5-room. and confronted with
the formidable tribunal. now as sober
"a. according to thc proverb, all judges
always are. But there. TOO, Goodness be
thanked! stood Enoch Marr.sh; that
was better than well.
"Mr. what 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
respectable ana responsible man. The
Or soner here says You know him. Is
that SOP"
Farmer Marrish looked long and slow
" at Stephen. Then he shook his
head.
No" said he.
Stephen Harrow started rs If the first
CT the fifty lashes had fallen on his bare
shoulders.
Good God, Marrish" he cred out,
''this il 40 joking matter. What do you
mean?"
The farmer shook his head again; and
that was all