Clarke courier. [volume] (Berryville, Va.) 1869-1997, 1903-10-14

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I'm speak. You keep your eyes on
him. said the Duke
Hello. Bruce, What's the rowY'
shouted the Duke
Instantly the singing stopped 4
/ look Of cunning delight came over his
/ face as, without ii word he got his rifle
ready pointed at the door
come i'm he yelled. after whiting
+ FOR some moments. Come in. You're
the biggest OF all the devils Come on:
+ I'll send you down where you belong
Come, what's keeping yOuE"
over the rifle barrel his eyes CLEANED
with frenzied delight. We consulted as
/ to a plan.
Il don't relish a bullet much I said
There are pleasanter things re-
| spOnded the Duke "and he is a fairly
/ good shot"
Meantime the singing had started
again, and. looking through the chink.
I saw that Bruce had got his eve on the
4 stovepipc again. While | was looking
the Pilot slipped away from Us to-
ward the door.
Come back" said the Duke Don't
BE- a fool. Come back: he'll shoot YOU
dead
Moore paid no heed 20 him. but stood
waiting AT the door. In few moments
Bruce blazed away again ut the stove
/ pipe. Immediately the Pilot burst in.
/ calling out eagerly;
Did YOU get him:"
No said Bruce disappointedly.
"He lodged like the devil. as Of course
/ he ought. you know"
IN get him." said Moore: smoke
him out" proceeding TO open the stove
door.
stop screamed Bruce. Don't
open that door. It's full. ! tell YOU"
Moore paused. Besides" went ON
Bruce. smoke won't touch 'eu."
"Oh. that's all right said Moore
ooolly and with admirable quickness
Wood smoke. you know, they can't
stand that"
This was apparently new idea in
demonology Tor Bruce. FOR he sank
back. while Moore lighted the fire and
put on the teakettle he looked
round for the tea caddy.
Up there" said Bruce. forgetting Tor
the moment his devils and pointing TO
a quaint. old fashioned tea caddy upon
the shelf
Moore took il down. turned il ia his
hands and looked at Bruce.
old country. chg"
My mothers" said Bruce soberly.
Il could have sworn it was my
aunt's in BRnymena." said Moore.
My aunt lived i'm little stone cottage
with roses all over the front of IT,"
And on lie went into an enthusiastic
description OF his early home. His
voice was full OF music soft and Sooth-
linz. and poor Bruce sank back and lis
tened, the glitter fading from his eyes.
The Duke and looked at each other.
"Not TOO bad, eh:' said the Duke
after "A few moments silence.
Let's put up the horses" suggest
ed. They won't want Us for half an
hour"
When we came in. the room had been
set in order. the teakettle was singing
The bedclothes We're straightencd out
and Moore had just finished washing
the blood stains from Bruces arms and
neck
Just in time" he said y didn't
like 10 tackle these" pointing TO the
bandageS.
al night long Moore soothed and
tended the sick man. now singing
softly 10 him and again beguiling him
with tales that meant nothing. but
that had strange power to quiet the
nervous restleSsnesS due partly 10 the
pain Of the wounded arm and partly 10
the nerve wrecking from his months OF
dissipation. The Duke seemed uncom-
Portable enough. He spoke 20 Bruce
oncc or twice. but the only answer was
n groan or curse, with an increase OF
reStlcSSneSS.
Hell have 4 close squeak" said the
Duke. The carelesSness OF the tone
was little overdone. hut the Pilot
was stirred up by II.
He has not been fortunate in his
friends" he said. looking straight into
his eyes
~ man ought 10 know himself wheE
the pace IS too swift" said the Duke.
little more quickly than was his
wont.
You might have done anything
with him. Why didn't You help hing''
Moore'S tones were stern and very
steady. and he never moved his eyes
from the other mans face. but the only
reply lac got was a shrug Of the shout
dcrS
When the gray Of the morning was
coming in at the window TIE Duke
rose up. gave himself a little shake and
said
Il am not OF any service here I
shall come back in the evening"
II" went and stood for few mo-
meuJS looking down upon the hct.
fevered face: then. turning L. me. me
asked
What do YOU Think"
Cant say, The bromide is holding
him down just now. His blood IS bad
for tlltt wound"
Can I set anything" knew him
well enough To recognize the anxiety
und'y his Indifference manner
'''rue Fort doctor ought 10 be got"
ilC nodded and went out.
"Navc breakfastE" called out Moore
from the door
Il shall get some At the Fort. thanks.
They won't take any hurt from mo
there" he said. smiling his cynical
smile
Moore opened his eyes in surprise.
whats that for?" he asked me.
well. he is rather cut up. and you
rather rubbed IL into him. you know"
said, for / thought Moore little
hard
Did say anything untrue:"
We'll, not untrue. perhaps; but
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