The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1890-04-06
CHAPTER Kill


MEET WITH MIR. HANNIBAL TINGCOlB
There had, indeed, been brave work on
Braddock Down that 18th of January. For
Sir Ralph Hopton with the Cornish grandees
had made short business OF Ruthen'S army
driving it headlong back on Liskeard at the
first charge, chasing II through that town,
and taking 1900 prisoners Gncluding Sir
Shilston Calmadyl, together with many
colors, all the rebel ordnance and snmuni-
ton, and most OF their arms
At Liskeard, after refreshing their men.
and holding next day a solemn Thanksgiving
TO God, they divided-the lord Mohun with
Sir Ralph HOptOn and Col Godolphin march
ins with the greater part of the army upon
Saltash, whittier Ruthen hal tied and was
intrenchiug himself; while Sir John Berke-
ley and Col Ashburnham, with a small
party of horse and Dragons and tho volun-
tary regiments OF Sir Bevin Grenville, Sir
Mich. Slanning, and Col Trcvanion, turned
to the northeast, toward Iaunceston and
Ta' istock, 10 see what account they might
render Of the Earl of Stamford's army; that,
however, had no stomach to await them, but
posted cut of the county into Plymouth and
Exeter.
Twas on this expedition that two or three
Of the captains have mentioned halted for
an hour or more at Temple, as well TO recog-
nize Joan's extreme meritorious service as 10
thank me for the part had in bringing news
Of the Earl Of Stamfords advance. For
twas this, they owned, had saveS theTn-ths
kings message being but an exhortation and
an advertisement upon some lesser matters,
the most Of which were already taken out OF
human hands by the turn of events.
But though, as l learned, these gentlemen
were full Of compliments and professions Of
esteem, I neither saw nor heard them. being
by this time delirious Of q high fever rnaJ
followed my wound. And not till three
good weeks after was l recovered enough 10
leave my bed, nor, for many more, did my
full strength return 70 me. No mother could
have made a tenderer nurse than was Joan
throughout this time. It's TO her I owe il
that / am alive 70 write thes9 words: and II
the tears scald my eyes as j do 50, you VIII
pardon them, l promise, before the end Of
my tale is reached.
In the first days Of my recovery, news came
TO US q forget how that a solemn sacrament
had been taken between the parties in Devon
and Cornwall, and the country was at peace.
Little | cared, at the time; but was content
now spring WAS come-to loiter about the
tors, and, while watching John at her work,
% think upon Della. For, albeit / had little
hope 70 see her again, my late pretty COM
rade held my thoughts the day long. |
shared them with nobody: for though tits
probable / had let some words fall In my
delirium, Joan never limited at this, and
never found out.
To Joan's company I was left; for her
father, after saving ny life that afternoon,
took no further notice Of me by word or deed;
and the cat, Jan TergagIe manned after a
spirit that was said 10 haunt the mOors here
aboutsl, was as Indifferent. So with Joan
passed the days idly, tending the sheep, or
waiting on her rs she piowed, or living full
length on the hillside and talking with her 81
war and battles. Twas the one topic on which
she was curious (scofiing at me when offered
to teach her to read print, and for hours she
would listen to stories Of Alexander and Ham
nibal, Cesar and Joan Of Arc, and other great
commanders whose history remembered
One evening-twas early in May--ws had
climbed TO the top OF the gray tor above
Temple. whence We could spy the white sails
Of the two channels moving, and. stretched
upon the short turf there, was telling my
usual tale Joan lay beside me. her chin
solemn eyes wide open a. she listened Till
that moment had regarded her rather a. a
man comrade than a girl, bat now some fem
mime trick Of gesture awoke me, perhaps. for
MY fancy began 70 contrast her with Della,
and l broke of nv story and sighed.
'Art longing 70 Be henceF' she asked.
felt ashamed 70 be thus caught and was
silent. She looked at me and went on:
Speak out. lad
"Loath would be 20 leave you, Joan"
"And why77
"Why, we are good friends, hops, and 1
am grateful
"Oh, ay-wish thee'd learn % speak the
truth, Jack Art longing 20 10 hence AMI
shalt-soou.7
why, Joan, you would not hare me dwell
here aiwaysT
she made no answer for while and then
with change II tone:
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row Tor treat, an zee the great Turk and
tat CONAN and horus- p,ocBs. 81 tell fae more
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