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The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1892-11-30

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NO HIGHER EDUCATION.
uncle Jacks View Of the Amount
Geography Required.

uncle Jacks View Of the Amount Of
Geography Required.
Thomas Nelson Page in Harper's Drawer.
When the war ended and the negroes
were free there was great enthusiasm for
educating them. One of the first schools
started was built On The edge Of bis place
by Colonel Trgg, who got q little school
narm," as they were termed, to come down
and teach it. 1t was soon filled by the
colored population, the pupils ranging from
to 70 years. all studying "a-b alb, e-b eb."
Even "Uncle Jack Scott" the colonePs
head man, one Of the old-timers, went in
and was transferred from the stable to the
schoolroom, but soon dropped out.
1t was several years after this that Uncle
Jack was working one day at water-gate,
when the children came down the road from
school. They stopped and peeped stolidly
through the fence. Among them was Jaw
ME" Mrs. SCOTS hopeful, who had proved
an apter scholar than his father. His bag
was on bis arm. He climbed over the fence.
and from the bank gazed down apatheti-
caly at his father in the water below.
Presently be said
'Oh. poppa, de teacher say you mus git
me geography"
Uncle Jacks jaw set He dug on as IL he
had not heard. Then he repeated TO him.
self: Geography eog'aphy. Marse Conn,
whut is dat? Whut is a geog'aphy9" he
asked, looking up.
- geography ?" said his master. why,
geography is ais a book-a book-thas
tells about places and where they are and
so o." He gave q comprehensive sweep
around the horizon.
''Yas. sub; now / understands" said
Jack, going back to digging.
Presently he stopped aud looked up at
.'Jawnie." Il say, boy, you tell de teacher
say you better stick to yo' alb abs an you
e-b EDS an let geog' Apply alone: You knows
de way now to de spring an de woodpilc
an de mill. an when you get little bigger
rs gwine to show you de way to de hoe
handle and de Gavin furrer, an OATS all de
geography nigger's got to know"
III q dug ON.
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CHAPTER VI.

Tie thin crescent of the new moon set in
the sky like silver sickle had gone down
soon after sunset and now with the thick
ening of the gloom the night all took on a
cessity OF finding If possible some sort of
shelter from the wind that would be sure
TO freSheD into gale toward midnight.
An, what place to catch stubborn
cold" groaned P0;ak; Ito get rheumatism
that would defy my most powerful rene
diesP'
Nick paid no attention 10 the Doctors
lamentation, but set about hunting for the
best shelter he could find. The place he
liked upon was protected from the cold
And now, DOCTOR" said Nick, for a
good nights resti" and with these words
he began to adjust his knapsack SO as TO
make pillow OF it. Potak groaned.
Al one moment the scuddng clouds were
piled up in semblance of living monsters; at
another the masses of rock lying around
about appeared TO take unto themselves life
aud motion ana move from their firm bases
IN weird procession. Sleep was impossible
and sitting up he strained his eyes In
search of all these creations of his over
taxed brain. They had vanished. but in
their stead came new horrors that caused a
Precipitation to bead In cold drops on his
forehead With hiss and groan aud gurele
strange creatures OF the air-vampires. nyc-
talops and horned owls-grazed him with
their wings and winked their awful eyes as
they swept oy.
All this tiIue Nick lay there wrapt In a
deep and peaceful slumber. But now the
hour OF midnight had arrived. and Potak
trembled anew. He felt that something
was about to happen. something that would
strike a new terror 10 his heart.
"Hark" he whispered suddenly, "it's the
bell, the bell OF the ruined chapel"
He was right so it was; nor was Il a
measured funeral knell, but a veritable
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tocsin whose quick sharp clangor awakened
the mountain echoes. Potak was paralyzed
with fear, he could feel his hair stiffen and
his jaw fall. but he couldn't move; he could
only gasp out: The bell, the bell the chort
IS ringing the bell!' and then all of sudden
there burst tumetously upon the Silly
air OF night another sound like the deep
believing OF gigantic fog whistle. The
very atmosphere trembled and vibrated as
IL swept over the 0reall plateau. Potak's
heart sank within him. He felt that il
would take but little more TO slay him out
Ilght The next instant deiuge OF intense
light poured from the central tower in blind
Ing brillLancy and swept like monster
beam Of flame white hot over the plateau.
.Nickl Nick" screamed Potak, "rouse
upi The chort has opened his furnace
door! We're lost Death has already
marked You for his own. You're dead
while yet living Oh, horrible, horriblev'
Potak had spoken the truth so far as
Nick'ss looks went. for no corpse could have
looked more CHASTITY as the light fell full
upon him. Potak bent his head to the
ground and covered his face with his hands.
In onother moment his reason would have
fled. but that mysterious food of light now
began to dim its Intense rays and the deep,
hoarse rumbling TO die away.
Seated on the stone bench the forester,
dezed and bewildered. now waited for day.
break. What ould he think of these I'M
earthly manifestations? Were they not
enough to shake his resolution ana turn him
back from his rash purp0sep Potak waited
for him Go speak, but no word fell from the
forester's lips.
mick, come, come! For heavens sake,
implore you to turn back" pleaded Polka.
fercely
The first streak of day now became visi-
bic IN the sky. and the forester waited for
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whether there was really habitable nook
or corner in all the vast enclosure, pro-
yided q drawbridge or posteru could be
found to enter by, no one knew. The fact
is, although the castle of the Carpathians
was really in better state of preservation
than it seemed to be. yet a widespread
fear intensified by superstition protected
Ii more securely than had formerly its
basilisks, mortars and culyerins. But one
thing was certain; although 10 one could
tell what architect had been bold and skill
full enough TO rear such an edfice on that
lofty mountain shelf, yet was there no
doubt as TO the family that once owned it,
The Bsrons of Gortz had been seigneurs 10
this land for time immemorial. They had
taken part in every bloody war that had
swept over the Transylvania provinces
they had struggled against the HuDgarians,
the SaXons and the Seeks. Their device
had been that famous Wallschian motto
"Da Da moarte" give all, life included,
and they had lived up to it in this struggle
for independence, pouring out that blood
which came 10 them from THAR ancestors,
the Romans. But the contest had been all
IN vain. Three heels had crushed their
land, and yet these WalIschians of Transyl-
yania did not despair of shaking IF tile
yoke; the future was theirs, and they con-
tinued TO repeat these famous words:
Roman no pere" lRoumania will never
perishn.
About the middle of the nineteenthicent-
Dry DdIuD fDGOIpQe was the last Oh the
seigneurs of GortZ. Born in the castle of
the Carpathians, he had seen his family die
out while still mere boy. At twenty-five
he stood alone in the world. From year TO
year bis people had fallen away like the
branches of that old beech tree. with which,
in the minds of the superstitious peasantrv.
the very existence Of the castle was so
Closely bound up. Without parents. il
might almost be said without friends, what
could Barren Rodo!phe do to break the ter
rible monotony, to tighten 1.-THE awful soil
tude which death had created around
about him? What were his tastes.
his predictions. his talents? 1t was only
known that he possessed most remark
able fondness for music, especially for the
singing OF the great artistes OF the day.
Abandoning his castle, fast falling TO rack
and ruin, to the care of several old servitors.
he disappeared one day, and not until some
years after did it become known that he
was spending his fortune, which was by no
means a small one, visiting the principal
music eeniers of Europe, the theateTs of
Germany, France and Italy, wherever, in
fact, he could crafty his passion as a diet
tante. He was certainly an eccentric man,
not to call him man with mania.
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tnat your village is absolutely under a ban
pl terror. Tomorrow / shall be at Karls-
Dure and shall communicate with the au-
tHoIites there. They will send you squad
OF Iand police, and, take my word for it.
these brave fellows will force their nav
Into tue Ola castle and either rid it of tbs
practical lokers who are playing npon your
clLeuuiIiy OF arrest the criminals. if such
they prove to be. who have taken refuge
there"
The Counts offer, generous as It seemed
10 De, was not exactly 10 the liking of the
village notables, for in their opinion neither
the police nor, for that matter, the army it
sell, would get any satisfaction out of the
ghostiy inmates Of the old castle. What
good would sword and lance be against the
terrible blows OF invisible axes welded by
the dread warriors Of the spirit land2
by the way. gentlemen" exclaimed the
haven't told me who owns the castle of
the Carpathians."
"It belongs to an old family of this Sec
ton. the Barons Of Gortz," replied the
schOOlmaster.
"Ihe Barons of Gsrtzi" burst out Franz
de Ielek. WAS not Baron Rodolphe a
He was, my lord" calmly answered
Hermod.
And do you know what has become of
:, No; he has not been seen at the old cas-
Tie Tor many long year"
franz de Ielek turned pale. and there
was marked tremor in his voice Gs he
murmured to himself: "Rodolphe de
GortzP 0
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naIi an nour or so until the old castle had
shaken of the haze and fog of the night
ana stood out bare. black and bald in its
huge proportions-basti0ns, turrets, battle
t tnrn;s. splre and d9ngeon.keep. Then
onp' "'
Inc question which Nick now put to him.
sell Was: Would 1t be possible to enter the
old castle save by the p0stern? The face of
~. .he walls presented no break or breach
lntougn which to reach the platform. 1t
was out of the question to think of reach
ing the battlements, some forty feet above
the moat. Luckily for Nick, there was an
elnorasure or loophols above the postern,
through which formerly the culyern was
worked. Now, by making use of one OF
the drawbridge chains which hang quite to
LIE ground 1t would be easy for man of
NICK strength and agility to reach this
loOphole and so gain admission to the old
castle, provided the embrasure was not
fonnd to be grated.
no plan was no sooner conceived than
NICK entered upon its execution. Followed
~ LotaK he proceeded to make his way TO
inc pou0m OF the mOat, stumbling over the
RANK growth of tangled grass and hurtling
against hidden obstacles. Speeches. with
could only follow his movements with bated
breath. at last the forester laid his vigor-
GUS nand on the chain and made ready to
begin climbing.
otop. Nick, stop!" cried Potak, suddenly
aroused to the fact that his companion was
leaving him behind. ssCome back or |
shan't wait for your
90 ON, then." replied Nick, surilly. as he
continued TO make his way up the chain,
hand over hand
Inc little doctor wheeled about with the
intention OF regaining the slope OF the
counter searp, but horror of horrors, his
ieel seemed rooted TO the spot. From heel
10 zoe the soies of his boots were held as in
the Jaws OF wise. He tried to cry ont, but
Iis tongue ratified In his mouth like bit of
dry leather. A pItiabIe expression. half
Terror, half amaZement, came upon his face.
ne could only stretch out his hands to.Nick
IKE terrified child to his father. Mean
time, Nick had reached the postern and had
last iale bis hand on one of the huge hinges
OF the drawbridge when a cry of pain es-
capped his lips. His head fell back as If the
iigntnlng shock had passed through his
BODY. With mad haste he let himself down
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Suddenly Nick Deck sprang TO his feet,
and. bringing his hand down on the table,
exclaimed:
''Pll 60 to the old castle, but on one con-
dition-that Potak goes along with me-"
II 90 along with youp repeated Potak.
why. certainly; it would be a pleasant
little journey. But where's the use of IL?
Why, Nick. you know yourself there's no
road leading up to the old castle"
II have said I'd 60 up to the old castle,
and I'll b. as good as my word?' cried the
young forester
But haven't said it," urged DIR. Potak.
Yes you have, toow exclaimed Jonas.
You're right; he did. he did!" came in o
chorus from the others.
The doctor was cornered. To eat his
words now would make him the laughing
stock of the whole village.
well, my friends, since you insist upon
il. I'll 60; III accompany Nick on his use
less trip. When shall We start?"
Tomorrow morning." replied the for
ester. in a deep aud solemn tone.
AT these words strange silence came
upon the room. The tankards had been
emptied; 1t was time TO break away, but no
one stirred. Lips parted and eyes were
turned from the great chimney to the street
door. The silence grew deeper and deeper.
Suddenly 1t was broken. A mysterious
voice. coming from nowhere, belonging to
no one, hollow but distinct, in this world
but not of IL, in icy tones and solemn inflec-
ton sounded through the taproom: ''Nicho-
las Deck. don't go tomorrow TO the castle.
Don't gol Ii ye do misfortune will over
take YEP
A paralyZing fear came upon the group Of
villagers. No one dared 10 raise his eyes,
to utter word, to move finger. Nick was
the only man who seemed to have the use
OF his limbs.
He burst out of the room and began q
search through the sleeping chambers. No
one, either In the flesh or in bones This
done he tore open the street door and
rushed out into the street. No one either
In earthly habit or sepulchral cerementI
In few moments the others stole out OF
the inn and crept off to their homes.
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An abandoned castle means a haunted
castle, and IL was not long before the vivid
imaginations OF the peasantry peopled ii
with ghosts, before unearthly visitants
walked its battlements and spirits held
their silent cony0cations at midnight hour
Cd its grass-grown platform.
Now, where could there have been found
more fitting hiding place for these ghostly
and CHASTITY creatures than this castle of the
Carpathians? And why shouldn't there
even be some of the spirits of the dead
barons Of GoriZ among its pale visaged in
matesP Anyway, no one ever dreamed of
paying a visit TO the grand old mountain
home.
is there any wonder that the old shep-
herd made haste to stable his sheep and
get back to the village after he had used
the spyglass with such wonderful effect?
be didn't even take time enough to ex-
change saluiations with the friends who
ran against was the village justice, Koliz
There's fire in the ola castle, master"
what dye say, Erik ?' burst out Koitz
with startled air. I'VE don't mean to say
the old castle is burning?"
Il don't know whether it's burning or
not, muttered Erik. but IFS certainly
smoking; look for yourself, MASTER" and
out to his employer.
The Justice took the instrument in a
daZed sort Of way and leyeled it at the dis
tant castle. A suppressed cry of half
dread. enhancement broke from his lips
AS / live. there's column of smoke
rising from one OF the turretsl" he gasped,
turning pale as lie utter tile words.
Nick Deck, the forester, and the pretty
Mirioia with other villagers now joined the
group.
smoke? Smoke rising from the old
castle y they repeated almost in whisper.
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CHAPTER II.

At several miles distance it Is very easy
thing to mistake fantastic pile of rocks for
an old castle, perched on some mountain
shelf, apparently inaccessible to the outer
world. The spectator has no difNculty in
pointing out crenelated turret, when in
reality there is only a ROCKY crest Hence
II was a common thing for tourists to pro-
claim that the castle of the CarpathIans
existed only In the Imagination of the peo-
pie of the district.
But surprising that n much stronger glass
than Frik's should have been turned in the
direction of the old citadel, what would the
eye have rested upon? A moss-grown and
time stained pile rising from dilapidated
bastiOns. tower here a turret there.
chapel sDire whose cracked bell. swayed by
the storms 10 the terror of the country
people, gave forth wierd iangle, and in the
midst of all the main pavilion with its
crepeIated platform. Now, as to what the
walls of this mountain citadel shut in,
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PAGES IS to IS.

Ter OIL the few remaining beasts. There is
scaIcely town or city in the country that
goes not annually send out its nun ters to
the remote haunts OF the deer and bear and
other wild animals, and these bnnters Eiti
ana Kill. for the sole pleasure of securing
antlers and pelts to exhibit to admitting
friends, and intoxicated by success thew
keep on killing as long as there is anything
to shoot at The inevitable result follows:
the number of game beasts in the country
grows smaller year by year. and in a couple
OF decades or less they will all have gone TO
join the mastodon and the pterodactyl.
30 there should be large rectangular
law III force making it a misdemeanor for
q hian TO spend weeks at the haunts OF
tnese animals. killing them for the nero
pressure OF elutting his appetite for carnage.
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CHAPTER Y.

BY nine o'clock the next day Nick and
DR.. POtak were all ready TO make start.
III was desperate resolve on The part Of
the forester. 1t would have been rash
enough TO take the risk before the mysteri-
Gus warning at the tavern. but to 20 now
seemed perfect madness. MiriOta was be-
side herself, but Nick was as deaf to her
entreaties as he was blind to the tears
which gathered in her fair, blue eyes.
The young forester sailed forth in his
usual garb of half huntsman, half noun
tsneer. his long rifle swung across lis
shoulder, while the doctor, too, was armed
an old pistol with flint lock being thrust
into his belt Both OF the men carried
hatchets.
At last. when they hai reached the NOM
tain stream which, rs Nick knew, took its
rise in under the OrgaIl plateau, and thus
furnished him with the gertrude that lie
was making good progress on his journey
TO the old castle. the forester consented 10 a
rest of half an hour. After the knapsacks
had been opened and the doctor had washed
down good luncheon by several pulls at
his canteen he resolved to make last effort
to turn Nick back. But the forester was
dead to all entreates.
What I'm willing 10 promise, doctor, is
that / viii do my best to get inside. and that
L shan't take a step backward until know
what's going on IN there"
"Going on in tnere?" echoed Potak,
breathlessly. What dye think is going on
IN mere
81 don't know" answered the forester,
testify, ''and l don't care; we're both of
us armed. Come. let's break away. If all
goes well we shall be at the gate of the castle
in two hours"
Potak hesitated. and Nick Deck took
step forward.
stop. Dick, for the love Of heoven; don't
abandon me 10 this wilderness. Nick, be
merciful; my legs are giving out"
But the forester's patience was gone. He
Kept steadily on his way, and Potak had
nothing TO do but TO follow on behind him.
Nick soon relented. however, and turned 10
give the doctor helping hand whenever it
became necessary TO Chamber up a rocky
ledge. but in spite of this assistance Potak
fell into heap completely, used up. when
Nick pointed TO the dark outline of the cas-
tellated structure surrounded by a deep
ditch. The place had an air of utter desola-
tlon and abandonment. No living beng
showed himself or gave voice 10 welcome or
warning. The bats whirled about the time
stained battlsments; the old beech tree
shook its leafiess branches.
I'VE see, Mex" cried Potak in a subdued
tone. the drawbridge is raised as knew il
would be. Are We satisfied that we can't
get across the moat to lower that draw
bridge and open The postern2 We must
wait till tomorrow" Aud Nick's silence
made answer,
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W. H~swx
one when mentioned Familiarity by the peas

one when mentioned Familiarity by the peas
ants of this land.
The peddler was about to ask Frlk the
meaning of his words thus mumbled out
when the shepherd gave start and saspe1:
"Whafs that haze escaping from the
turret? Is ii haze? No: it's smoke. But
that can't be. It's now hundreds OF years
since any smoke rose from the chimneys OF
the CASTLE"
"Shepherd." said the peddler, in low
tone, "if you see any smoke up there depend
upon it there's smoke there"
mo. peddler. no; it's something on the
glass of this machine of yours
"Wipe it off," said the Jew.
Erik turned the spyglass around and
rubbed the ends on his coat-sleeye, then set
ii once more TO his eye. 1t was true that a
thin column of smoke was rising from one
of the turrets. piercing the Still air until it
seemed TO mingle with the low lying beds of
mist. Erik stood there silent and notion
less, gazing through the glass at the distant
castle around which the shades of night
were fast closing. All of sudden he low
cred the glass and giving tug at his wallet
cried out:
"How much for your pipeP"
zone aud q half FORMS" replied the
peddler.
In a dazed sort OF WY the shepherd
thrust his hand into the wallet and drew
forth the money. Then, without taking any
note of the peddier's parting salutation,
Erik whiStled up his dogs and started his
flock Of in the direction of Werst.
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tice. 'tbat you get him on his feet again as
hale and hearty as he was when be started"
Potak looked grave. IF il was an all
ment described by any one of my learned
colleagues" he replied in a solemn tone,
1T would be bad enough; but no can tell
where he's hurt? When the evil one strikes
the blow there's no breaking of the tissues,
no TRANSMISSION of blood. no sign of contu-
sion. / don't pretend to cure such On in
jury as thatp'
And the villagers shook their heads and
walked silently away, more satisfied than
ever that the castle of the Carpathians was
In the hands of genuine ghosts and COLLINS.
But it should not be forgotten that other
doctors far more skillfnl than Potak have
since the days of Hippocrates and Galen
made plumbers quite as bad as this.