Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1895-02-07

feather bonnet filled up all of the
opening not darkened by his tall fig.
ure. "Or the scent. What next
mate:
"Heavens knows! l only hope may
not ruin you. If / get off l will not
forget you My friends are we'll off
and am"
"Henry Everard. Seen you often
with your gang-recngnized at once.
"Good heavensw cried Everard, not
seeing his hosts handsome face but
feeling n vague stir of memory at his
voice; who are you"
"Private Walker, 10th Highlanders
Was Balfour of Christchurch.
"Balfour? What! come to this
What did we rot expect of your?
Wear a better coat than yours
Mandy rough on you-hard lines. Dc
anything for your"
You always were a good-hearted
fellow. And l was innocent, Balfour;
I had not the faintest grudge against
the poor fellow But how did you
come to this? You. took honors.''
Governor p9or-large family-small
allowance at Decentralization
Called to Bar-small allowance again
no briefs-more debts-more Jews
Governor suggests Australia-all up
here-didn't see boiling tallow in Aus.
tralia--if q day-laborer, why not in
England? Always liked the service
enlisted-Hussar regiment-iolly life
saw service-full sergeant-time eX.
pred Sent into Reserve-not allowed
to re-enlist-name Of Smith. Tried civil
life-down on my luck again--deserted
from Reserve-re-enlisted in High
landers-name of Walker-enlistmen
fraudulent-liable to Imprisonment
foreign service soon-all right. Now
for you?"
Everad had to confess that he did
rot in the least know what to do next,
unless he could hide till the darkness
rendered his dress undesirable. The
moment he was seen he would be rec
ognizcd anywhere as n convict. Nari-
Gus schemes were revolved between
them rs rapidly as possible for 1t was
essential that Everard should leave
the sentry-box for better hiding place
before the rapid diminishing of the
storm should once more open the baS-
ton to observers.
The massive foliage of the elms hard
by might have hidden a regiment, and
Balfour had observed that the
branches attracted no suspicion on the
part Of the pursucrs, and, as the fork
ing of the boughs did not begin till
many feet off the ground, and the
smallest foOthold, 1t was impossible
for man. to climb into them unas-
sisted
But the sentry remembered that a
stout rope had been flung aside there
by some gunners busy cleaning the
Everard could find this, and fling il
over bough. he might hoist himself
up. If he could not find it. the soldier
offered to come and lend him his Shout
dcr--an action that might attract OBJ
scrvation even in the darkness of the
storm, since that part of the bastion
was commanded by many windows,
and that would, If discovered, bring
certain ruin upon both men.
Everard darted swiftly from the box,
and CROPPED about in the wet grass till
he found the rope. This, in the still
binding rain, he threw over the low
est stout branch, keeping one end, and
fearful lest the othe. would not de-
scend within reach. After couple
Of casts, however, he succeeded in
bringing the second end, in which he
had fastened stone, within easy
reach. then Grasping BOTH and plant
Ing his feet against the broad hole,
slippery with wet, managed to Strug
gle up with moderate speed. He was
halfway up, and pausing moment
to steady himself and look round, saw
to his infinite horror that he was ex
actly opposite to. and in full view and
firing range of, the sentry on the OPP
poSitc end of the bastion, which was
roughly crescent-shaped
Outlined as he was, and almost sta
tionary against the tree-trunk, he pre-
scented the easiest target for moder-
ate range shot. The man was in no
hurry for his easy prey, he lifted his
musket slowly, while Everard paused,
transtiXed with horror. The sentry
seemed rs If waiting for him to rise
into still better position for Il shot.
Everard slipped down, expecting to
hear ball sing over his head, IL not
into his body; but there was no report.
and he stood irresolute moment,
seeking where to fly.
A signal of warning and haste from
Balfour made him once more grasp
his rope in desperation, and climb
through the peril of the sentry's aim.
A flash of lightning showed him his
foe standing as before, with his mus
ket planted firmly in front Of him; he
was supporting himself placidly with
both hands clasped upon 1t, and his
head bent slightly down. almost as If
he had fallen asleep ut his post.
But Everard knew that the most
careless sentrieS do not fall asleep IN
the process of aiming at fugitive