Iron County register., 1893-12-14
Mr.. Carroll Meredith. shooting tran.

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ing the gate. He stared with equal sur.
prise and doubt at the buxon woraau
handling the reins so like an expert
''Aisy, darlin'. Ye've no made to look
out. Th' shtrate's all clear" the driver
said, making an easy turn to face the
gate. ''Be me sowl, 1 do be forgetthinl
McKay's soft on"
Then dead silence reigned, as the
master of the house took the note IN,
soon reappearing with two shadowy
figures, one heavily muffled.
There was a long, cinging embrace,
and then Carolyn Clay whispered:
words cannot say what owe you,
Bess-and him! Think Of it, dear,
with Gods blessing, within three days
shall kiss mamma and my poor little
Fairfax!'
"Gocd-by, darling Caro-. May He
watch over and take you safely to them.
Willie says you can trust the woman
implicitly"
81 do, dear; tell him so! Good-by!
God bless you and him! God bless
you all!''
Another straining of the girl to her
heart, q long, sisterly kiss, and Carolyn
Clay was on the seat by her strange
guide, and Mr.. Gray tuclzing in the
heavy robes, needful that freezing night.
| Then out quietly into the still street,
slowly over echoing stones, through
moonless, bitter cold, the hunting-trap
ratified lightly, the pace mending as
they neared the outskirts and the i'm
patient horse, given his head, broke into
his swinging trot.
Carolyn Clay, wrapped in close-cling-
ing thought and once more joyous in her
sense of freedom gained, was as silent
for awhile as was the careful driver; but,
as they left houses far behind and
bowled along the country road, she
turned to her mute colnpanion:
''You seem to be a good driver"
''Shure; I've druv him afore. TIL
beastie knows the hand O. me-" was the
quiet reply.
SIS there any chance of meeting pa
trolls on this road?" the girl agar
queried, after pause.
''Divvil a guard" was the response.
9TH addijjittint-ginecil towld ne-by
tn same token, Misther McKay-thot
tn road was clear"
''Halt! Who goes there?" rang out a
challenge from the darkness directly in
front: and the drivers great fur gloves
rested against the ample bust, Us the
horse was pulled up short. 'Who goes
therc?" the challenger repeated, Gruttly.
AN who wad ye shuppose?" was the
answer, to Miss Clay's great dread.
"An'. by tn same token, it's not goin' 1
am, bat comm"
"Iave you the countcrsign, wornan?"
r ~ l..
shtoppcd by my wan. Gin'ril Bond,
beyant il III town, sid I'd take me
dochther home free an ondisthurbed,
5oc.'
"Have you the counters:gn?" again
came grutlly from the darkness.
Share I've soE,e AZ it, was the re-
ply. and the driver nudged Miss Clay,
IS the fur glove wlnt deep into the am
| pie pocket and drew forth goodly
flask. To tho girls wonderment, it
went straight to the owners mouth, 4
gurgling swallow, resounding smack
ard u strong odor CT brandy filling the
cold air on its withdrawal.
''Corp'ral-ga-ad! Post number one!'
called the impatient sentry, as his mus
lSet ratified to Charge"
| There was sound ofv6f fleet approaching
at run; then the thick voice grovled:
''Vot fur vos you yelling, Shones?
Haf you found Something's, ain'd id?"
challenged, and no countersign!"
the sentry replied.
''Dismound, vrend, und gcefe der
| gounderzine," the corporal ordered,
throwing his lantern above his head
and dimly showing the two women on
the trap.
"Wudn't ye come an git 1t, Misther
Kraut?" was the unrilitary rcjoinder.
''Th' likes o ye, be thratin' ladies wild
shma1 considdyrayshin, shure! What
wad the gin'ril beyant, as gin US tn
pass, be sayin av' sich thratement?"
Coon dot Wagon down und geef der
| gOunderzinc!'' the German recruit
growled back. Coon down like der
deffel so fast!''
'Dismount, if you have the word,"
Carolyn Clay whispered low.
''Divvil tut!" was the return whisper,
with the addition aloud: Here it be,
Mishter Dutchy, writ by the gin'ril all
over tn paper
Hesitant be:Ucen ncwly-learned dis
| ciplirc and the glamour of oft-repeated
| title, the green non-commish. advanced
cautiously towards the wagon, peering
| l,eenly under his uplifted lantern.
Grasping the extended paper, ne read it
laboriously with one eye, while trying
| to fix the other Oh the two women.
DOT vos all ride" he said at length,
handing back the paper. You may
proceed"
The sent:y stepped aside, facing and
coming 20 a carry" but the cart did
not move; and Miss Clay tremblcd, lest
the gulp from the flask had done its
| work. -
''Vell, what for you vos vaiding?" the
corporal asked, impatiently, slapping
his arms for warmth.
by me sowl, ye'rc q darlin'!' was the
retort. Didn't We ask fur it-fur
some av tn country sign?" And the
driver extended the flask, in full light
of the lantern, adding: ''Ye naden't re-
fuse. 1t do be the rale craythur."
With puclsering lips and quick glance
towards his inferior, the new levy low
cred his light, seized the flask and took
one huge gulp, wiping his mouth on his
overcoat cape as he handed it back.
'Ye're not afther bein' name emo to
leave out yer parthner?" the owner of
the liquid asked. ''It do be cowld emo,
I'm thinkin', to make m made dhrop."
Again, in the struggle between disci-
pline and natural good-nature, disci-
pline went down, and the German