The daily morning journal and courier., 1897-10-12

narrowing to any man, woman, person or party, whosoever, whatsoever, when- soeVer or wheresoever; but especially at early dawn Of day and near prl- Vate dwelling; such noises, whether or human voice, musket or cannon, being of no practical avail for any purpose or chance, good, useful or profitable; which noises, whether maliciously so intended or thoughtlessly indulged in, could but be conducive to the disturb ance of natures slumber and the up- setting of the normal peace of mind Wherefore. we herewith declare, and We this find and institute" etc.
 The baron took it all desperately in earnest. He and Fritz could be seen conferring together in sequestered hooks. At last he sent for his lawyer. The advocate arrived smilingly; he saw a fat chance.
 "Now," said he, 'I'll tell you of a loop-hole. In his charge. you perceive, his Honor lays stress on the fact of the noise having been subservient of no practical purpose. Here is your chance. Devise a scheme with some plausibility of practical utility, and you can indulge in all the uproar your heart desires"
 Then the three put their heads to- gether to concoct some new deviltry
 ".
 The protracted war had brought Into abeyance the aristocratic pastime of hunting. Naturally the game of all kind had increased the wild things were overrunning the country, and proving detrimental to the gardener, the vinegrower and the farmer. This was fact plainly in evidence. Sud- denly it deeply impressed the baron, and led him to heroic resolve to purge his lands of the pests. There were wild boars and deer in abundance, there were countless rabbits and hares. The baron organized regular game drives; at stated times, during the day or night, they took place.
 Wonderful were these enterprises as | set on foot by the doughty baron, aided ! and abetted by his faithful field mar shal, Fritz. There was an inexplicable, ear-deafening, ul-maddening shout ing and yelling of muskets and howit- | gers; swinging of torches and kind- ling of bonfires; if it happened to be night time. Unfortunately, the line l that separated both estates ran in such | a way as to enable the baron to carry
 on his diabolical operations In close 1 proximity to my Iady's dwelling. | My lady's state of mind bordered on | frenzy. She bethought herself of her | lawyer. That gentleean was perfectly willing to embark in a new suit, but | was honorable enough to point out to | her ladyship the shrewd enemy's wiles. Evidently he was guarding against the l laws dread clutch. Leave him alone | awhile,'' counseled the old advocate, till he begins to feel safe and he be-
 comes more insolent and overbearing | He will be sure, in time, to lay his own | trap and tie his own moose, Let us | leave him to hang himself" | On the baron, however the lady's pa ! tience and silent long suffering had an | unexpected effect. He was grieved at her apparent forbearance. The game, l in fact was beginning to grow stale l What! a soldier and a cavalier like himself found guilty of making war on | a woman? Henceforward was it to be l the sole drift and purpose of his life to | keep woman from sleep and to embit- ter her peace of mind? As slowly this l view burst upon the baron's intelli- gence it wrung from him a groan of ag- l ony. A hearty sense of shame over l came him. He had been betrayed into | false position; as quickly as possible | he resolved to make good his escape. | And then his thoughts drifted into l channels of softer sentiment. He re-
 memtered old times. Of course-she
 had forgotten. She never really cared | Still, she might have felt differently l had he but--ah! there was the rub 1 He had been fool, a headstrong idiot; he had thrown away his chances and
 wrought his own doom.
 Seated in the spacious hall adorned | with portraits of his ancestors, his head | buried between his hands, elbow rest l ing on the heavy oaken board, thus the | baron brooded.
 ] Suddenly a thought came to him like
 a revelation, He leaped from his chair
 His fist came down on the table with a 1 thump
 By the heavens!' The baron's re-
 solve was formed.
 | Mounting the chestnut Tn the Splen-
 did style that had called forth the ad-
 nliring comment of imperial Maria Theresa, he turned toward the village forthwith he countermanded his orders 1 for a nights hunt.
 My lady observed his movements 1 Possibly the twilight hour was eXertins
 it's softening influences. Perhaps some
 benevolent sprite was laying magic | finger upon the embittered hearts. As
 my lady watched the big man a touct
 of old time tenderness stole into hel
 heart.
 He was & fine fellow after all Every l inch a soldier, How he sat his horse,
 A born commander of men. The lady's l eyes followed him. She watched his
 bearing, lordly, yet so gentle, as he spoke to his tenants. Mentally, as wo-
 men do she registered her approval of l him.
 "And he does so hate me, poor feI-
 low" she sighed.
 | The baron now turned, spurred hie
 horse and set off in a gallop. Like most finished horsemen he was. s reckless
 rider. On reaching a stone wall tha
 circled an orchard he put spurs into the | chestnut's Hanks, intent on taking the | hurdle.
 l From afar the deed looked daring 1 Yielding to an impulse, as compelling