Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1899-08-30

Uncertain what to do and expecting
a pistol ball in my vitals at any mo.
ment, shouted at the little fury OF
an Englishman and asked what he had
seen in the cover.
go and look. 1t went hurt you, y
he answered.
/ dismounted, and, leading Hagart,
went gingerly toward the spot in the
brush at which my comrade had fired.
There lay the dirty man. armed with
musket and PISTOL. He was fiat on his
back. exposing grewsome hole in his
forehead to the little leaves and sun.
light.
returned to the road and assisted
Tom in the binding of cur prisoner
After we had done this to our satisfac.
tion we put him on his horse, which
was fine beast, and continued our
journey. The man, who had fully re.
covered, did not speak, hut glared at
us like a Gagged devil. Tom sang to him
songs of the court.
A queer picture we must have made
riding slowly along the uncared fol
! road under the full glory of the sun.
Toms skirts We're SO badly torn that his
scarlet hosen showed plain. He had re-.
:laipled HE sword from me and wore
Nh. neavy belt around his gray bodice,
and pistol. no longer concealed, stuck
in the front of the same
"What a sweet creature you are,"
said.
In the afternoon, coming to small
field of neglected grass, we unsaddled
the three horses and sat down to meal
of bread and cheese. The prisoner re-
fused to eat
Beverley. with his sword trailing on
the ground, twisted his neck and sur.
veyed himself.
II would put on my uniform If had
It," he said.
lyon wouldn't look nearly 30 feal
inspiring in it. As you are you would
brighten all the imps of hades," an.
swered.
The captive looked up.
care you wench or devil9" he
growled.
Two nights later Tom and sat owe,
an uncertain fire in the mouth Of 6
cave. A gray drizzle hung close ovel
the mountains, and we shivered in oul
retreat. The prisoner had gone. and my
left arm was bound about and hung il
sling made Of strip of Toms petit
coat.
LISTENS, said Tom. pulling half Of
my cloak closer about him. II thinl
our mother would not know u.s. ]"
assented sadly. for the escape o.
our captive and the cut on my arm
| touched sorely upon my pride.
"Great heavens! To think of us run
ming from the kings guard and hiding
from these mountain ruffians, and
brought up to wear CATERS and preach
to the farmersI' he exclaimed.
"And with no wine to keep the chill
from our bones," grumbled
ITO the devil with the winel" h,
said. "Give me rather some clean liner
and hairbrush.
Then my arm panied. and growled
"Only let me get one more chance a,
that dog in the red cloak
We threw more twigs and lengths O
rotten fagot on the fire and retired t.
the depths of the cave to sleep. For ,
long time lay awake listening to m!
friends quiet breathing and the move
ments Of our horses feeding without
Then Thought of the gray pile of tn
house of LISTENS standing against tn
Frightening sky, as had last behelt
it, and soft dream came to me, lik
unto my mothers hands wooing me I,
sleep.
| was awakened from heavy slumbe
by the agony in my arm. Opening IN,
eyes, stared, woefully astounded a
what saw. The cave was lighted b,
two torches stuck in crannies in tn
rock. and about me lay number of mel
rolled In blankets. could hear tn
tramping of sentry before the door
Trying to lift my hand to my head,
found that was tied with sword belt
arms and legs. AT this discovery
swore 80 Justify that several of the fel
lows sat up and looked at me. TIL
throwing back of their blankets dis
closed the silver and blue of the uni
form Of the Royal guards Of CloburR
Their looks We're apologize.
go to sleep. LISTENS. and. for God
sake, don't wake Beverley" whispere
the youth nearest me.
did not answer. Hope had left m
heart.
1.-THE kings commands are not t
our liking" he continued. and. for til
love of the Virgin. do not let our con
rade know that we have hunted hil
down until there is no help for it. %
1--WE expected no less" l mutterei
and. closing my eyes pretended I
sleep.
But lay awake waiting for the daw
to deaden the fare of the torches an
thinking woefully Of the fate In stol
for Beverley and myself. 1t all cam
into my minds eye--the court martha
the kings short words and my friend
thing Of clay. and the cadet of lister
an outcsst on the face of Europe.
| What man would cross swords wit
me morea What woman would let II
pledge her eyes In the wine againP BIZ
how much, think you, would care fl
the world 8 treatment with my conrad,
the blithe and leal. and my bitter en-,
my both dead1 There would be nothin
left for me in the wide world to figl
beside or fight against with the Of
keen pleasure. Then came thoughts
Harry and my mother, and turned G
my side, with dry eyes staring at IL
walls Of the cave.
Presently Beverley awoke. and. fee
ing the leather on his wrists, crie'
LISTENS, have the footpads taken us 7
''Nay, Tom; the Royal guards ha,
ridden us down." answered.
Two of the men. both sons of ncbl
men of high standing, began talkir
softly to their sword brother.
Suddenly he sat up and cried. SIS