The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1894-01-02
THE DEVILS MILE.

He refined in his black horse in the
courtyard of the Plough, and the foam
fell from the black beast as snow from
bush. We had followed him with diff
Guilty in the dark out yonder, for he
rode like a mailman, and thousand
furies at his heels could not have forced
another effort from the 6-year-old mare
which carried him so we'll. Heaven,
what mailman he was, turning the
whole village out to see him dare the
DEVILS Mile at 1 o'clock in the morn
Ing and coming home when an hour had
gone, with the brute mass of white,
and he shaking, quivering coward,
who seemed to have lost in that 60 min
utes out and home every spark of the
old devilry which had carried him on
his mad errand! And where was Dick
Dick, who had taken up the mad wa
ger to gallop the mile with no moon
showing, and the mists rising from the
channel, and the darkness lying thick
between the hills, as though it had been
dropped upon the land? Where, indeed,
was Dick? Did he lie like log in the
hillfoot spring-had he broken his head
at the White Row hurdle? Were we to
go out with fiambcaux and spread afield
to bawl, Dick, Dick, hast broken thy
neck?' But the man who camo in could
tell us nothing. He had lost Dick the
moment we had given him tho word to
60 Dick was we'll enough-that he
would swear. 1t was he who needed
our attention, and would we get him
some brandy?
WegOt him the brandy, and we prop
ped him up before the blazing fire in
the kitchen-evcry one sat in the kitch-
en- O. nights i'll that little Hampshire
hunting box, the Plough, and then we
began to look at him. He was very
white, truly, and his hair was dank, as
though he had been dragged through the
ditch in the clover patch but beyond
this there was very fever of fear mark
ed upon him. In all my life l have
never seen such depth of nervous deg
radiation. He trembled like horse that
has scented fire, and for many minutes
he could not speak word to us With
any other man this would have excited
our merrimcnt, but with Douglas Tas-
Ker! why, there was not Il man III the
country who had half his devil or could
mold nlln Tor a moment over any sort of
country The thing was too absurd,
and waited for his explanation, know
ing we'll that it would vindicatc him.
But it was curious that such light
ly made wager should have had such an
end, and fell to recalling all the old
wOmen'S tales of the hills and of the
bevy of spritcs and imps that haunted
them. Pshaw! What rubbish they all
were!
1t had been some three hours before
this ride that Douglas had thrown down
The glove to the equestrian sages of the
Inn. There were dozen of us there
dining IN our quiet way-old Colonel
Blake, who had hunted the pack 80
years ago and now hobbled out to his
dog cart on crutchcs; Harry Dixie, the
whip: DR.. John, who swore that the
hunt cheated him. for there were no
falls; several boys just promoted to cobs
and half dozen of the very straightest
horsemen we could show. We had these
little gatherings many night in tho
winter, and many Il man hunted over
the table there as he had never hunted
over the country round. | used to lis
ten to their tales and say to myself
would write them all up some day, if
Parson Bob Tollemacho didn't write
them before me. Aye, Il rare hand with
the pen was he, and as for tho country
he knew every inch of it-a veritable
chart on beach horse. That was a
pretty argument for Observation-Disclosures
when the bishop got him-the best
that ever strobe pony over any
gallop, with nerve like bessemer and
q Judgment that never failed him. He
Listened that very night among us, and
4saw the twinkle in his eye when Doug
Las offered to go out against the room
at II O'Clock and ride the DEVILS Mile
Tor hundred down on the table at
breakfast He was sane, of course, and
madmen only receive pity from him,
but he said nothing. Who knows that
the old spirit did not Turk somewhere
down beneath the black in spite of 10
years OF homily and when the wicked
MANI" You can never tell, for parsons
do not carry their hearts upon their
sleeves for every daw to pick at, and he
was no exception.
"A wager, a wager." The cry had
been taken up as the men rose to their
feet, not little flushed, regret to say,