The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1904-03-31

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| theless on all occasions. There was a
badger. While it was out they had
stopped the earths, and they lay
| among bracken and rocks on the edge
of a Yorkshire moor waiting for it.
| The moonlit dale was romantic, but
not Jack. and they were talking ghosts.
| Touching to remember how the dear
/ fellows chaff had never hurt him. But
Jack provoked him to say-he recalled
| quite freshly the mood in which he
| spoke bantering, but still with a de-
! lightfu creepy sense of committing
! himself to something risky:
''All right, old chap, but if ever l
get into Queer Street"-innocent word
in those daysl-"and have to shuttle
off this mortal coil, I'll let you see.
| I'll be an apparition myself and make
friendly call in search of sympathy.
Go away says you, you're an imposi-
ton. Besides, l never feel for spec
| tres
1t startled the colonel to see himself
half aware of the end so very long
ago. Fate! Thought stood still at
the great, surefooted mystery. And
what Jack Alleyn said was far from
serious, like the end of that night
adventure.
Rot" it was rather a favorite
word of his. 81 can go one better,
sonny. I'll undertake to make my call
on you before you do the shuttle"
How lightly life is looked at before
we come to live it, and still one plays
the man! But is not this, thought
Col. Sale--alone with his soul now
is not this the great and ultimate test,
that manhood be true to the boys in
spirations?
The notion held him. If, indeed, we
must all give an account of the deeds
done in the body" was that test he
could undergo himself sans peur ct
sans reproche? He quaked; the stand
| ard boyhood sets is high. He had not
tried to pull it down, thank Cod but
inspirations, or only aspirations, the
review of them now in a long reverie
depressed him; he had to brace his
| courage and play the man at last.
And it pleased him, because of the
shattered ideals, to snatch at one light
word which he might yet fulfill. If
such things were, he would keep his
| engagement with Jack.
The purpose leaped into his mind
and gave him the SILVER and thrill he
had sometimes found in situations of
quiet peril
Mr.. Jack Alleyn is well known in
Liverpool, though not by the name (
have given him. He was to have been
a soldier with his friend; he became a
cotton merchant. AS for this friend
ship of which the story tells a singu-
lar outcome, il had endured. of course,
through long separations, with meet
ings rather more infrequent since the
mid nineties than before. 1t was the
summer OF this year, and Jack had not
| seen his old chum at all since the war
in South Africa. But he had longed
to do SO, and to him, as well as to the
| lighting man, that threat of a friend
~ CALI had required, though not his
j own testing answer 1t had even re-
| Cured more than once when scanty
news made him fearful, but he would
have been immensely surprised to see
it fulfilled at any time. He is among
| the most practical of men. The colonel
was right-Jack would have known a
! better way with debts of honor.
In the house where Col Sale was a
| guest he enjoyed the perfect liberty of
an old and dear comrade. 1t was not
until the fourth day that he could think
of his purpose. resolutely. The Wharfe
was in spate then, after rain among
! the hills, and he went out to fish with
worm below those woods in which the
| Srid is situated His host being no
| fisherman, Col. Sale took with him, by
| an arrangement made overnight, an
old water balm of whom he was fond.
| They reached the Strid about the
luncheon hour. The spate had fallen
and left The rocks exposed, and the
| place looked more than ever fitting
| for his design, a suicide to be accom-
| plished without suspicion in another
mans presence. Col. Sale took a dram
| WIFI min anu ate sandwich, anu JneV
! watched the water thunder down. 1t
! is a boiling white cataract between
| gray walls of granite and below it a
long, deep pool lies. All had gone we'll
Tor the colonel's evasion 1t was the
old man himself who had suggested
that some of the upper reaches should
lie tried, as he knew them best, and
the rocks were slippery.
What was that old tale of the boot
less bene?' " the colonel shouted in his
ear Isn't it here the boy jumped
across, TiD?"
Tried it," his companion answered
/ See yo' that rock at points across an
dips. That's where t wor. Fro til
other side it's simple, but not this, for
no man alive
III go and look at it, said the
colonel
He finished a second sandwich and
then rose, leaving lib 10 gather up the
tackle. He was a little nervous, but
felt no hesitation, no doubts of himself
and. without glance either at the
fierce water or about him at the para.
disc which these fine woods resemble
he carefully scrutinized the rock in
face. His leap mist look like a rea
attempt. Presently he turned away
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