Sunday morning globe., 1901-12-15
BENEDICT GORDON.
By REVERE RODGERS
Written for the SUNDAY cDonrl
CHAPTER vi

lounging attitude on the footboard below
| It was grand night, with a full moon, aud
/ just cool enough to be pleasant, and as the
wagon started on It's journey up High street
/ the clock in the old Jesuit College on the
/ hill struck the hour Of eleven
Through the deserted town the wagon
wended It's way, aud up the steep and
! quaint old street passed the reservoir at
the top of the hill, and the old horse broke
into a gentle trot as he descended the
| declvity on the other side The long hill
| that leads up to the Holy Rood burying
| grounds, caused the animal to resume its
normal gait and when half way up this
| hill Charlie Browne, in knocking the ashes
] from his pipe, laughiugly remarked. how
particularly lively everything appeared to
be.
Lively, " repeated Gordon, as he settled
himself back comfortably in his seat, ave
you may well say lively Charlie. but speak
ing Of iiveliness, he continued don't YOU
know that 1 was particularly struck with
that entertaining gentleman that we met at
that little tavern, and don't know but that
! ann downright sorry that we never Guilt
7ated his better quaintanceship
why, he did appear TO be a rattling good
fellow said Browne, laughing and !
rather expect that he was laughing iu his
sleeve at the astonishment of those yoAcls "
'I don't know mused Benedict as he
began 6lling his second pipe, whether we
will not have TO hunt up this humorous
gollyby sometime or other Yes. he
continued. con second thought ] be-
lieve we shall have TO hunt up this Mr.
Tollyby.wc should become better acquainted
for original people are So rare nowadays
that it won't do for as 20 throw this chance
over our shoulders so be pleased TO place
J0llyby's name ON our visiting list and 800.
vite him TO one of our celebrated al homes
Charlie, but in the meanwhile we will have
to fall back upon the remarkable conversa-
tioua abilities of our dear friend Cap'u
Bolivar, who, I have no doubt, has had
many startling adventures while following
his vocation along the wild and temDestuous
canal Am not correct IN my supposition.
cap'nN drawled Benedict as he started TO
apply a lighted match to his pipe
snort from the boy was the only reply,
received to this question, and Browne.
laughingly cried that perhaps the Capn
was thinking Of his lady love"
Is she fair, or is she dark inquired
Gordon laughing % and is her home en- the
raging canal, or is it in some secret castle.
you now have her conceded, Mr.. Bolivar "
Don't know what yer talkin bout re-
piled the boy, as he puffed away contentedly
on his short clay pipe
I'VE want to know" said Brownc2
whether you are thinking of the many sor-
rowing females, that you have no doubt left
brokeuhearted in that quaint old town back
there2
And whether with the inspiration of the
moon, you are now trying 90 manufacture
Poickry, with which 20 soothe their trou-
bled hearts on your return 60 the fields of
your former conquests' inquired Gordon
Quit yer kiddiu mumbed Bolivar. as
he squirted a stream of tobacco Juice
through his teeth and settled himself in a
more comfortable position along the foot.
board
mo, but we are not kidding, laughed
Browne, but we really want To- know why
this melancholy quietness on your part
Capt. we are deeply interested in the affair
and IL her father objects TO the match. why
myself and Gordon claim the right as old
and valued friends TO render you assistance
in any way you may deem best, but this
curious brevity on your part is distressing
TO say the least
He was such a gay and charmngly con-
versational youth before this affair of the
heart descended like the pail of night upon
his young and uutried affections, mused
Benedict but cheer up, Cap'u they say to
all such people in your fix that there are
just as good fish iu the sea as ever came out
of it2'
Der worse pair of guyers dat ] ever
come across murmured the boy to him
self, although loud enough for his employ
ers TO hear
The wagon had now reached the top OF
Pole Hill an. as they were about 90 descend
the sharp incline leading down Bolivar
abruptly checked the animal and bent his
body forward iu a listening attitude. Al.
most at the same instant mans voice was
heard crying Justify for help.
AT a signal from Browne the boy struck
the horse a sharp blow with the whip. and
at a mad gallop they went down the hill
AT the bottom of the hin they met
scautily dressed man. running toward them
crying Help help help at every step hc
took
Here you sir shouted Browne iu loud
voice as they came abreast of the man,
whats the trouble with you'n
"Owi for the love of Hivin sol" painted
"a little red-whiskcred Irishmau running up
TO the wagon "its a bloodthy murther.
sorsi aud It's Mistor Allwue thots being
murthered. Ow place hurry, sors, to thor
resky he cried, as he stood wriuging his
hands i'm a perfect frenzy of excitement and
terror
Quick, man. cried Gordon, an his
former listlcssness having vanished, as If .
by magic get into the wagon and show as
where TO drive
"Ow, Sors. pleaded the frightened
Irishman. hadn't Oi betthcr wait here. for .
more hilp. while ye gindlmin hasiu to thcr
resky2"
Without more ado Benedict reached ont
his hand and grabbing the man by de .
back of the neck. he lifted him bodily into f.
the wagon
"Now which way' he inquired sternly .
"Roight ahd sor. replied the man.
trembling violently
Away went the horse alta rafting pace .
with Browne rattliug blow after blow ON lis .
tough sides while Bolivar, presumably .
carried away with the excitement of The .
moment, let out some of the most piercing .
and peculiar whistles that were perhaps .
never before equalled on that road. but .
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