The Springdale news., 1889-11-08

blowing with the boisterousness of youth and health
 'Yes, sir; and we'd better hurry up, for they won't stand tied much longer My eye, but it's dark out doorsi"
 Go and tell Prof Gronin to be ready for LIS by the time we get back. Tell Pat and Dave to come on and bring the dark lantern with you as you come back. V
 All right sir, and the young man went out
 Arthur Denver, left alone, slipped his pistols into his pockets, looked all around the waiting room of Westmoreland Col lege. in which he was standing, whistled softly part of n tune in an absent minded way, and stepped out of the light room into the darkness of the storm,
 The sudden transition from light to dark blinded him, but he soon saw the dim lights in the far-otf windows of the college dormitory and discerned before him the swaying branches of the trees and the rush of rpin-drops across the ath of light that streamed from the window of the room he had just left
 He remained standing long enough to have developed some impatience though. if the wind could have taken cognizance of inc face 1t beat against it would have per celyed that the mind was far away and was
  ering mperature-when simultaneously a goodnatured peal of laughter and d chatter of horses hoofs announced the arrival of his young friend with the team He drove mp at a dashing pace and reined his horses in so suddenly It threw them on their Launches. Arthur could dimly see behind the restless horses, light spring wagon and In It the dark and shadowy figures of three men. He climbed in and took the va cant seat beside the driver. At a word the mettesome steeds sprang forward and sped through the darkness at breakneck pace
 You will have to learn to be more quiet on expeditions of this sort, Morton" said Arthur Denver
 1t was not who laughed so boisterousIv just before we came up with you" replied the young man.
 Indeed? l thought it was"
 'No, sir. It was Graeme."
 .Graeme The idiot What does he out on such a night as this?"
 He be always out on these koind of heights, sor, |" spoke up one Of the men on the back seat.
 Arthur Denver shrugged his shoulders.
 Are you sure you know the road. Nor ton?"
 Been over it ever since I was a child, sir"
 And he did know it, for they flew around the hillsides, over dangerous ground enough in daylight, without an accident The rain still beat in gusts directly in their faces smothered imprecation from one or the other of the two men in the back seat betrayed their nativity and early re- Hglous training, as we'll as varied the monotony by marking the passage of some particularly rough chuck-hole or high cuivert They sped on, winding among the hills and measuring many a dreary lane before they stopped And when they did halt 1t was before a gate that had over 1t huge white arch dimly discernible through the murky night. The gate was locked, but it yielded to the ''open sesame" Of broad key in the hands of Morton. Through the gate the wagon passed, and along the graveled driveway wound it's tortuous way among the habitations of the dead until 1t came to a new-made grave Here the men alighted, and while the late occupants of the rear seat shoyeled away at the mound, Morton hitched the horses and stepped back to watch the gate and Arthur skilfully lit his pipe beneath his great-coat and smoked.
 Half an hour later the same team was making return trip over the same road fifth passenger was now aboard But this passenger lay on the floor of the Eagon in sack.