The Savannah morning news., 1903-12-13

the Rev. Campbell. The fellow hung
in my hand like a rag, and beyond
that first shril screech uttered not a
word.
what shall do with him?' I ask
ed, still holding him in my grasp like
something dead.
''Kill him!" cried Peg; kill him with
your great hands!" And then, while
I was dumb before the sudden muir
derous fury of her tones, Peg began
to plead the other way about. LET
him go free" she said. Hes not
worth punishment. And yet it is sure
he was after us as a spy"
'I think" said l, cit would do no
harm to throw him in yonder water"
Now in that day a chain of baby
lakes lay along this portion of the
Potomac fens, and one of these was
glimmering on our near left hand. 1t
was not deep; but muddy and grown
up to lilies, and the home, besides, of
certain sedate bullpOuts and turtles
and other stagnant fish that do not
care for currents, but love dead wat
erS. These, since bullpoutS and tur-
ties be in no manner hysterical ami
mails nor nervous, would not suffer for
any Pumping of the spy into their
midst; and, thus forming my resolve,
1 was for posting TO it's execution. My
captive still swung limp and loose, for
all the world as though he had faint
ed. 1 could not believe this last, how
ever, and in any event 1 would throw
him in among the lilies. If he were
too far gone with fright to save his
own life from drowning, it would mean
no more than l must wade to him and
fish him ashore again.
Thus adjusted in my mind, I was on
the brink of heaving him overheard,
when with a touch of protest, Peg
stayed my arm.
NO" she cried, "Iet him go free"
But a moment gone" 1 remon-
strated, land you were calling for MUIR
der with all it's inconvenience. Now
you interpose to stop a mighty proper
punishment, for, 1 bethink me, it has
been custom to duck spies in every
age"
"Still, you must let him co. cried
Peg. ct will not have you touch him."
And she seized my hand with her lit
tie fingers.
With that I threw the caitiff crea-
ture on the grass; whereupon he rolled
to his knees and extended his palms
towards Peg. There was something
to roll me in the attitude, and to end
that l pushed him over with my foot.
"Be off," 1 cried. "And you are to
thank this lady for your dry clothes.
You had been splashing among the lily
pads except for her"
Without retort, he scrambled to his
soles and was gone like some foul
shadow. His absence, of itself, re-
lieved me, for the sight of him was
like a blot.
"He would not resist, and so I made
you let him CO." said Peg.
you would have it safe for cow
ards" I returned.
at wasn't for that creature!" eX-
claimed Peg. She seemed to scorn me
for a dullard. mo; 1t was for you. I
would not have such a memory-yous
Furnishing an unresisting beast!"
We were for a second time on our
way, Peg now holding my arm with
her two hands and laying her cheek
against it like a child. 1 could tell
by that how this bushwhacking rogue
had fiuttered her not a little. At last
she lifted her face, and l could, even
in the pitch darkness, catch the deep
glow of her eyes.
"And after ALL for what should you
think he spied upon US? What should
he hope to find?"
Indeed, that is beyond me-" re-
piled. But the very wicked are often
very foolish, too"
'"To follow so right a character as
yourself, Watchdog, is for a spy 10
waste his strength" Peg spoke IN a
droll way of laughter.
why, then, 1 may say emulate the
virtuouS DruSuS, who commanded tne
architect to so build his house THAI
all who would might behold every
act of his life I must tell you had
studied the classics in my youth, and
would like at times to flourish with a
scrap or two. 1 was no pedant to
show off my learning, only a tag or
two from Ovid or Horace on occasion,
and just enough to suggest what
deal had forgot.
"And your Drusus would so live as
to hide nothing" Peg was still stu
ling a laugh. How very admirableI
And what was the end of your memo
rable Drusus?"
GAS to that" I retorted, puzzled and
put about by the satirical toss she
gave to her queries, "as to that, L be-
lieve the people stoned him to DEATH
"Ah, the poor people! His awful
goodness, I suppose, drove them 10
frenzy" Pegs voice was hooking SYM
pathy. Then, with a great abruptnesS
of anger, and throwing away my arm.
do you know what 1 think of your
precious Drusus? / think he was
hypocrite, and a canting prig who earn
ed his fate; and if he have followers
they should taste the same destiny TOT
q sniveling conceit that teaches them
a holiness above their neighbors." rms
Peg flung at me like spoiled chic,
and then, stepping smartly, she Went
on alone, l following in silence yaro
or more to the rear.
Continued in Next Sundays NeWs'(