The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1895-01-02

your revolvers, and shoot them down
If they make any resistance So say
ing, the rider slipped from his horse,
whipped out of his pocket pair Of
handouts joined by short stout steel
chain, and, leaving his horse standing,
grasped Renmark's wrist.
''I'm a Canadian" said the professor,
wrenching his wrist away. "You
mustn't put handouts on me-"
"You are in very bad company, then.
l am a constable Of this county, and II
you are what you say, you will not re-
sist arrest"
81 will go with you, but you mustn't
handcuff me-"
"Ohl mustn't II" And, with quick
movement indicative of long practice
with resisting criminals, the constable
deftly slipped,oHy one of the clasps,
which closed with a sharp click like
burr.
Remark became deadly pale, and
there was dangerous glitter in his
eyes, He drew back his clinched fist,
In spite of the fact that the cooked re-
volver was edging closer and closer to
him and the constable held his strug-
Cling manacled hand with grim deter
mination.
Hold onp" cried Yates, preventing
the professor from striking the repre-
sentative Of the law. "Don't shoot"
he shouted to the man on horseback;
''it is all little mistake, that will be
quickly put right. You are three
armed and mounted men, and we are
only two, unarmed and on foot. There
is no need Of any revolver practice.
Now, Remark, you are more of
rebel at the present moment than
0'Neill. He owes no allegiance, and
you do. Have you no respect for the
forms. of law and order? You are an
anarchist at heart, for all your profess
sions. You would sing God Save the
Queenp in the wrong place awhile ago.
so now be satisfied that you have got
her, or, rather, that she has got you
Now, constable, do you want to hitch
the other end of that arrangement on
my wrist? or have you another pair for
my own special use?"
"I'll take your wrist, If you please"
"All right; here you are" Yates
drew back his coat-sleeve and pre-
sented his wrist. The dangling cuff
was speedily clamped upon it. The
constable mounted the patient horse
that stood waiting for him, Watching
him the while with intelligent eye.
The two prisoners handcuffed together
took the middle of the road, with
horseman on each side of them, the
constable bringing up the rear, and
thus they marched on, the professor
gloomy from the indignity put upon
them, and the newspaper man as joy
GUS as the now thoroughly awakened
birds. The scouts concluded to go no
farther towards the enemy, but to re-
turn to the Canadian forces with their
prisoners They marched down the
road, all silent except Yates, who en-
livened the morning air with the sing
ing Of John Brown"
keep quiet" said the constable,
curtly.
"All right, l will. But look here; we
shall pass shortly the house of friend
! We want to 60 and get something to
eat"
"You will get nothing to eat until
deliver you up to the officers of the vol
unteers."
"And where, may ask, are theyp"
"You may ask, but will not an
swer."
Now, Remark" snid Yates to his
companion "the tough part of this
episode is that we shall have to pass
Bartlett's house and feast merely on the
remembrance of the good things which
Mrs Bartlett is always glad to bestow
on the wayfarer. I call that refined
cruelty. 1t is adding insult to in
jury"
AS they neared the Bartlett home
stead they caught sight of Miss Kitty
on the veranda shading her eyes from
the rising sun andgazing earnestly at
the approaching squad. AS soon as
she recognized the group she disap-
peared with cry into the housc. Pres
emily there came out Mrs. Bartlett, fol-
lowed by her son and more slowly by
the old man himself.
They all came down to the gate and
waited.
Hello Mrs. Bartlett" cried Yates,
cheerily. you see the professor has
got his deserts at last; and l. being in
bad company, share his fate, like the
good dog Tray"
Whats all this about?" cried Mrs.
Bartlett.
The constable, who knew both the
farmer and his wife, nodded Familiarity
to them. They're Fenian prisoners, -
he said.
"Nonsense!" cried Mrs. Bartlett-the
old man, as usual, keeping his mouth
grimly shut when his wife was present
to do the talking; they're not Fenians.
They've been camping on our farm for
week or more.r
THAT may be-" said the constable,
firmly, ''but have the best Of evidence
against them, and II I'm not very much
mistaken they II hang for II. r
Miss Kitty. who had been paEtlY Y Wis
ible through the door, gave cry OF
anguish at thisremafk and disappeared
again. sss
I'VE hnye just escaped being hanged
by the Fenians themselves, Mrs. Bart
lett, and hope the same fate awaits
us at the hands of the Canadians.g