The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1892-12-14

Edwin BrotheTtoft had seen only de-
spair written up before him. He ad-
vanced "a step at Skerrett's words, lifted
up his eyes and despair shifted TO hope.
"When you named Major Kerr" he
said, ''yOu named one who is devising
evil TO me and mine. Capture him and
the harm is staid. My faithful old
friend Voltaire and will try to tell you
the story between u.s."
Voltaire considered this his introduce
ton, and bowed pompously.
"You are too juicy, Voltaire, and too
shiny and not sardonic enough to bear
the name Of the weakened headpiece Of
France" the major said. when !
made my pilgrimage to Ferney found
that Atropos of bigotry in nightcap
and dressing gown, looking as wrinkled,
leathery and great as one of Michael
Angeles Sibyls. hope you are as true
to freedom as he was and more whole
some man."
Skerrett made this talk to give the old
fellow time to blow, as well as to stir up
a smile TO the surface of Brothertsft's
sad face.
"Yes, SIR" said the negro, bowling
again. "Voltaire, sir, omnorum gother-
um Of Brothertoft manor house. Hanni.
bal was my name; but | heard Mr.. Ber
Franklin say that Mr.. Voltaire was the
greatest man he knowed, so married 10
that name, and TUX it,"
Here he paused and grinned. His
white teeth CLEANED athwart his face as
the white stocking flashes through when
one Sits a vanished boot too tight
across the instep.
81 have been here at Fishkill some
months" said Brothertoft. "At first |
did not allow myself to think of my
family. Then neighborhood had its
effect. l communicated my where
abouts to this trusty friend. He got my
message and comes to give me the first
news have had since l left home at the
news Of Lexington"
"More than two years ago." Skerrett
said.
"And in those two years." continued
the other, "my daughter has passed
from child TO woman"
"Oho" thought Peter. Ellis daugh-
ter-Radiere's la plus beliefs in this
business. My years in Europe had made
me almost forget there was such a per-
son. Is she like father, or mother,
wOnderT'
From child TO woman, SIR" says
Voltaire, land there's not such another
young lady in tlte province-state, ]
mean"
"When | abandoned home," Brother
toft resumed, II believed that could
be of no further use to a daughter who
had disowned me. But have found
that n man cannot cease to love his own
flesh and blood"
"Nor his flesh and blood him." says
the negro. "Other people may do the
hating. Miss Lucy only knows how to
love"
Fort bien Voltairel except the pro-
nunciation club"
ut was only day or two before the
capture of the forts that my tardy mes
sage of good will reached my friend
here" said the ex-Patroon.
"And just in time" that friend re-
joined.
~ hope So" sighed Putnam's orderly.
Eyes, sir" the negro said, turning 10
Skerrett. 1T was now or never. So |
left my great dinner party. Sir Henry
Clinton and his suite were to dine with
us todayp
"Grand company the major said
seeing that tribute Of respect was
wanted.
"Sirr Henery Clintonr' repeated the
butler with pride. IL didn't like to
leave. My wife Sappho can cook prime.
My boy Plato can pass a plate prime.
But where's the style TO come from
when I'm away? Who's TO give the sig
mails? Ground dishesl Handle covers!
Draw coversl Forrud march with COW
ers TO the pantryr Who's to pull the
corks and pour the Madeira so IT won't
blob itself dreggyY'
He paused and sighed.
Edwin Brothertoft was silent. The
thought of red dinner parties at the
manor was evidently not agreeable to
him.
eve are not getting on at gallop,"
thought Skerrett. but we are ON the
trail. My guides must take their own
time. They know the way and the dan
gers, and do not. The facts will all
come out within five minutes"
"Well, Yoltaire," he said, "a bad APP
petite to 'em ALT Go on with your
story. You make me hungry with your
dinner parties
"Ha, hap chuckled the butler-his
vision of himself as Gnnymede, serving
Sir Clinton Tonans with hypernectare-
Gus tipple, vanishing. "Ha, hal" and
with his triumph he lapsed for a mo-
ment into Tombigbee, "Dey thinks, down
ter dc manor, dat Use lyin sick abed wild
do colored MODULUS"
And then the old fellow proceeded TO
relate how he had slammed sick yester-
day, lodged away at evening and
tramped all night by bypaths through
the Highlands; how British scouts had
challenged his steps and fired at his
rustic; how stumbling blocks had AZ
fronted his shins and many q stub had
met his toes, and how II last after man.
Mold perils he had found his old master
under the guise Of an orderly and an