Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1894-11-26

and manners. But, like true little
| Englishman, he did not falter nor
cry. He expected soon to see the
servants and the officers come to his
rescue. Time passed, however, and
he began to recognize that he was
helpless and alone. Only Rolla, the
faithful old bull dog, was with him,
of all the favorites and pets that he
had known. The journey was made
a-foot through the thickest and dark
est parts of the woods, and as he saw
himself dragged prisoner through
his fathers domains, faint with hun
ger and weary with the long tramp,
the tears at last welled into his eyes,
but by a strong effort he kept them
from overflowing.
1t was long past noon when they
reached the hut of the old gypsy crone
where he was to stop. She was a tall,
skinny, very black old woman. Her
long arms bare and lean, her eyes
piercing and sharp, while gay
colored 'llerchief wound about her
head made her look like the picture
of some old dusky Egyptian queen.
As Bill and Foxy, the two kid
nappers, drew near with their charge,
she stood in the hut door, n sparkle
of joy in her dark eyes, but did not
utter word until they stopped quite
close beside her.
"Well, here we are" said Bill,
"and the young 'un with us.
"The Duke will want to be max.
in some new laws against us now,
that's certain" said the crone, with n
malicious laugh. "Perhaps somebody
else will have as hard time as we do.
What's sauce for the goose is sauce
for the gander. How did you manage
to steal him?"
"Oh, the easiest in the world" re-
piled Foxy. eve just lay down in
the bushes behind the castle wall and
when the little chap came out to play
and ramble about with his dog 1
squealed like a pig. The dog came
tearing into the bushes and the boy
followed him to see what was the mat
ter. Bill then reached to ketch him
and shut him up so we wouldn't hev
all the castle after us. That's the way
he hurt his arm, there. AS soon as
he took hold of the boy that benstly
dog made spring and nipped him
with his teeth. Bill still held on to
the young un and grabbed the dog
by the collar and pulled him off
Everything was done in a minute.
Bill got pretty good pinch in the
arm and I clapped gag on the boy
and the muzzle on the dog. He's Il
good 'un and we neei watchdog.
The old hag cast a glance on Rolla,
who sat beside his little master
placidly surveying thesituation. Then
turning to Bill: ''Let me see your
arm," she said. He drew up the sleeve
of his jacket and showed consider
able wound. The old woman muttersd
something and went into the hut, from
which after few minutes she came
out with poultice of herbs that she
bound about the hurt.
While this was going on Foxy had
gone into the hut, and was cutting
slices off haunch of roast venison
and sticking them Sreedily into his
mouth. st. Clair and Rolla were still
outside. When Bills arm was dressed
they all went within and began to eat.
Presently Foxy spoke up: 'We shall
have to Jog. We can't stay here. They
will be after us. 1t is neck or moth
ing. We will be back in few days
and get the young 'un."
"And what will granny do with the
little chapif the officers Gomez" asked
Bill.
The eyes of the old beldame glittered
like steel as she answered, "Look to
yerselves,
Lead will swim in the river,
Corn grow on the rocks,
When the knaves 1.-THE Devon
Catch the sly gypsy iox."
"That's right, granny. You're q
cute one" said Bill. "Those that read
the stars needn't fear men,"
"It seems to me-" said Foxy, hold
long, sharp knife he had in his hand
end up ON the table, sit would be as
we'll to cut the young chickens head
off and have done with it. Dead folks