Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1902-01-04
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| sea. Al this point the channel is 50
| bread that the Welsh mountains can
scarcely be distinguished. The shore is
/ nat and black and OoZy, tecked over with
/ white patches of sea birds, but farther TO
| the east there rises a line of hills. very
| Wild and rugged. rising in places into
/ steep precipices. These cliffs run out in
! to the sea, and numerous little harhors
and bays are formed in their broken sur
| face, which are dry half the day Int can
! hoat good-siZed boat at half-tide The
road wound over these bleak and rocky
| hills, which are Sparsely inhabited by q
! Wlld race of fishermen, or shepherds. who
| came 10 their bin doors on hearing the
clatter of my horses hoofs. and shot some
| West-country jest at me as l passed As
| the night drew in, the country became
| bleaker and more deserted. An OCCASION
al light twinkling in the distance from
some lonely hillside cottage was the only
| sign OF the presence of man. The rough
| track still skirted the sea. and high as it
| was, the spray from the breakers drifted
! across IT. The salt pringled on my lips,
| and the air was filled with the hoarse
| roar of the surge and the thin piping of
| curlews. who fitted past in the darkness
I like white, ShadOWy. Sad-VOced crea-
lures from some other world The wind
/ blew III short, quick, angry pulls from
the westward, and far out on the black
waters a single glimmer of light rising
/
out of sight, showed how fierce 4 sea
/ had risen in the channel.
Riding through the cleaning in this
strange wild scenery, my mind naturally
turned towards the past. | thought of
my father and my mother. of the old
carpenter and of Solomon Sprent. Then
I | pondered over Decimus Saxon, his
many-faced character having in it so
much to be admired and so much to be
abhorred. Did like him or no? 1t was
more than | could say. From him /
wandered off to my faithful Reuben. and
/ to his love passage with the pretty Puri-
tan, which in turn brought me to Sir
Gervas and the wreck of his fortunes
My mind then wandered TO the state of
the army and the prospects of the rising,
which led me to my present mission with
its perlS and its difficulties. Having
turned over all these things in my mind,
/ | began to doZe upon my horses back.
overcome by the fatigue of the Journey
and the drowsy lullaby of the waves. |
had just fallen into a dream in which |
saw Reuben Lockarby crowned King of
| England by Mistress Ruth Timewell
while Decimus Saxon endeav0red to shoot
him with a bottle of Daffy's elixir. when
ins an instant, without warning, | was
! dashed violently from my horse. and left
| lying half conscious on the stony track.
! SO stunned and shaken was | by the
sudden fall that though | had a dim
! hLb NIcuSc vi SHduONN H0urSS DeUUlU2
over me, and of hOarse laughter sounding
| in my ears, / could not tell for a few
minutes where / was nor what had be-
| fallen me. When at last | did make an
| attempt to recover my feet | found that
| a loop of rope had been slipped round my
| arms and my legs so as to secure them.
/ With a hard struggle / got one hand free,
and dashed it in the face Of one of the
men who were holding me down; but the
whole gang of dozen or more set upon
me at once, and while some thumped and
kicked at me, others tied fresh cord
round my elbows, and deity fastened it
! IN such q way as to pinion me complete
~. Finding that in my weak and dazed
state all efforts We're of no avail, / lay
sullen and watchful. taking no heed of
| the random blows which were still show
cred upon me. SO dark was it that I
could neither see the faces of my attack
ers, nor form any guess rs to who they
might be or how they had hurled me
from my saddle The champing and
stamping of a horse hard by showed me
that Covenant was a prisoner as well as
his master.
Dutch Pete's got as much as he can
carry" said a rough, harsh voice. He
lies on the track as limp rs a conger"
"Ah, poor Pete" muttered another
Hell never deal a card or drain glass
Of the right Cognac again"
the injured man. in weak, quavering
tones, And | will prove that you lie if
lyou have a faSchen in your pocket"
IF Pete We're dead and buried" the
first speaker said, "a word about strong
waters would bring him to. Give him
sup from your bottle, Dicon.''
There was a great gurgling and suck
ing in the darkness, followed by gasp
from the drinker. Colt sci geIobt," he
exclaimed, in a stronger voice. II have
seen more stars than ever were made
Had my kopf not been well hoped he
would have knocked it in like an i'll
STAYED cask. He schlags like the kick Of
horse"
As he spoke the edge of the moon
peeped over a cliff and threw food of
cold clear light upon the scene. oking
up | saw that strong rope had becu
tied across the road from one tree trunk
to another, about eight feet above the
ground. This could not be seen by me,
even had / been fully awake, in the
dusk: but catching me across the breast
as Covenant trotted under it, it had
swept me off and dashed me with great
the blows which had received had cut
me badly. for | could feel the blood
trickling in warm stream past my ear
and down my neck. | made no attempt
TO move, however, but waited in silence
to find out who these men were. into
whose HdnuS ndu ldlleH. MY one lear
was lest my letters should be taken away
from me- and my mission rendered of
no avail. That in this, my first trust. /
should be disarmed without a blow. and
lose the papers which had been confded
to me. was chance which made me flush
and tingle with shame at the very
thought.
The gang who had seized me were
rough-bearded fellows in fur caps and
fustian jackets. with buff belts round
their waists, from which hung short
straight whinyards. Their dark. sun
dried faces. and their great boots, marked
them as fishermen or seamen. as might
be guessed from their rude sailor speech.
pair knelt on either side with their
hands upon my arms. a third stood be-
hind with a cooked pistol pointed at my
head. while the others. seven or eight in
number. were helping to his feet the man
whom / had struck. who was bleeding
freely from a cut over the eve.
Take the horse up TO Daddy Ny
croft $" said a stout. black-bearded man.
who seemed to be their leader 1T is no
mere dragooner hack, but a comedy, full!
blooded brute which wiz fetch sixty
a+ he Xa13r zbarn pf that