Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1903-02-12

assistance-flrmly 1mplant in tnelr
minds the belief that | can lead them
to victory, half the battle is won.'
"But-but-why, [ am staggered
by the stupendous project. You have
no guns-no army. How CAN you ex'
pect to succeed?"
"Before I strike, all these must be
obtained. But it is too soon to talk
of that now. Let us take walk
through the town."
Galneor was not unlike some OF the
Quaint old cities to be found in Spain
or rural France. There was, however,
a striking difference between it and
any quaint old city I had ever seen.
It was cleaner ana more neaItnrul.
We walked through the Street OF
the Invaders, and rs we walked we
talked. Evidences were abundant
that the strange people among whom
Mr.. Avery had lived 80 long fully
merited his unstinted praise as to
their industry and refinement.
We passed many houses that would
have reflected credit upon an English
or American occupant, so scrupu-
lousy clean and neat were they kept.
Many of them boosted OF gardens,
and these were kept with great care.
The houses, almost invariably, were
cf- the. low. wide oorticoed and niaZza
style that was so conducive to COM
fort in that salubrious climate, where
most of the time man lived out-of-
doors. In some of them the women
could be seen at their work. The
Jumars had no idlers. Every man
and woman seemed to be busy.
"Now, there is house | like
said, pointing to one little larger
than the others. 1T is, in its way.
imposing" .
"That," said Mr.. Avery, sis the
residence of the greatest living Jumar
none other than our friend Garu-
Saak. He is now AT the mines. See
those mountains beyond: There he
is at work. But his wife must bo at
home. She is never anywhere else.
Let us go in"
Mr.. Avery ascended the steps lead
ing to the wide porch, and without
ceremony opened the door.
Come, my good woman" he called
out in Jumarese. "You have q guest"
At first there was no answer.
"She is probably in the garden.
Come, Anna Bac," he called out in a
louder tone, eve want to see your
face"
"Ah, the good teacher! Is tyou?'
asked Il gentle voice.
The woman came in and bade us be
seated.
81 was busy" she said. Then,
looking at me, she said, curiousiy:
"But our friend-he is Jumar, aud
I do not know him? Whence came
he? Perhaps he is Kalek and away
from his task. If so, the soldiers OF
the governor will be pleased to find
him."
"He is n Jumar-and he kalek,
replied Mr.. Avery.
"How? That is not easy. Can you
explain, good teacher, how he is n
Jumar of Galneor and Kalek OF
Bromporrah in one?"
"Listen, Anna Bac! Can you keep
a secret until we say to you: Spread
the news?'" "
"Sire, the wife of Garu-Saak can
keep many secrets. In her bosom
there are locked many now. You can
tell"
THAT is so. Well, you remember
YOU came to me one day and told me
that the women, when at prayer one
day, saw a man dressed in gold, beck
oning to them"
"It is SO. 1 remember WE'LL" she
said.
"This is he"
"Ah, This is the Oolek. know
Garu- -Saak has told me, but has bid
me seal my lips"
She threw herself on the floor and
kissed the polished wood before me.
"Look here, Mr.. Avery" ] said in
English. "This is very embarrass.
ing. don't know what to do with SO
much Worship
"Tell her to rise," he said gravely.
"Rise, my good woman," l said, in
tho native tongue. 81 do not want
the homage of my people, but then
love and obedience.
"Oolck, you will have them both.
Rely upon Anna Bac. The wife OF
Garu-Saak gives you promise that the
women of Ga'neor will serve you and
holp you as we can
"That is well-and all that can be
asked" said Mr.. Avery. 'Now let
US. 70 on"
In this way we went through Gal
neor, meeting and speaking only to
those who were considered by Mr..
Avery to be the safest custodians of
our secret
We passed out into the country and
saw many beautiful farms. They were
all we'll cared for. The people had
every means to promote prosperity, il
the iron grasp of the tyrant could once
be shaken. The ground was ready to
give forth in great abundance. The
mountains hid vast fortunes not yet
mir ed or discovered.
On our way back, we stopped at the
farm of Oso- Bark. The big Jnmar
saw us as we were entering tho gate.
He looked ugly. He was carrying two
pals of milk from the cowsheds into
tho house. He said nothing to US,
but we followed him inside. appre.
hended that something was going
wrong.
In the living-room of oBark's
house there sat Chinese officer and
half-a-dozen soldiers. Drawn up to
the porch was n wagon, to which
horse was harnessed. In the