Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1901-03-14
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Copyright, 1898, by Robert Bonner's Sons.
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panions, and with teeth set and flashing
saber in hand, he thunders on, bearing
down upon him and every moment get
ting nearer.
Course you, Sanford, for a villain and
coward! Hold! if you are not cow
ard then cross steel with me. Curse
you, halt! and fight like a man."
But the frightened Briton flew on. He
turned aside from the road, leaped
fence and sped over a field. Maurice
leaped the fence and followed. The fugi-
tive fed over a plain, leaped ditch, and
entered a wood, and Maurice was close
at his heels. In vain the frightened fu-
gitive sought to shake off his pursuer in
the dense wood. Like some ayenging
Nemesis he hung in his rear, sometimes
so near that his hoarse voice sounded in
his ear.
At last pursuer and pursued burst
through a dense wall of underhrush and
Numbered down a road that had been
deeply worn. Suddenly there came
deafening peal of thunder, accompanied
by binding flash of lighting, and Maui
rice felt an electric thrill run through
his frame that stunned him.
When he recovered consciousness he
was sitting by the roadside, his horse ~
ing as he had fallen. Though he was
unconscious but very short time, his
enemy had disappeared, and his own
horse being killed by the thunderbolt, it
was useless to- expect to overtake the
| fugitive. He picked up his sword which
| had fallen from his hand, and returned
it to his scabbard.
hn
! heavens and the ceaseless flashes and in
cessant roaring Of thunder and the howl
| ing wind told him a terrible storm was
coming. On the opposite hill was large
| farm house built of stone, and though
| Maurice had no idea whom he might
meet there, he made run for the house.
| Just as he reached the great porch the
rain began to fall in perfect torrents. The
owner of the house proved to be Wing
| whom Maurice knew.
The storm of the Goth of June COM
menced about 8 o'clock in the morning
and ragged nearly all day, making it inn
possible for either army to advance a
! mile.
1t was evening and the candles were
| lighted Suddenly the splashing Of
horses feet was heard coming down the
! road. Maurice fed to the attic to await
results. From one Of the quaint gable
windows he saw by the aid of a lightning
| flash three men in red coats ride up to
| the house, dismount and enter.
Farmer, we are almost starving one
| in the uniform Of a colonel in the Brit
| ish army said. "Can you give us some
food and a mug of hard cider?'
"Three to one" thought Maurice. "The
odds are great, but have the advantage
of surprise on my side, and [ will make
| the venture
With drawn sword in one hand and
| cooked pistol in the other, he crept down
the stairway, suddenly burst on the three
! Britons, and in voice of thunder, cried:
'Surrender!'
| Bang went a shot from one of their
pistols and the bullet grazed the temple
as thought he leveled his own pistol and
sent bullet into the rascal's shoulder,
| leaving him 'hors de combat" His
| sword next moment crashed upon the
| skull of a second, brought him to the
| floor and he was, an instant later, fight
| ing fercely with the colonel, who, taken
by surprise, lost his self-control and
| sword.
Surrender, colonel!' cried Maurice, as
the sword went whirling to the other
| side of the room. Great heaven! it's
my friend, COL Roland Chester
Captain Maurice Fitzgeraldp'
The enemies of a moment before were
clasped in each others arms.