Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1904-11-15


tain Jaynes came running forth, Cap
tain Jaynes swearing in such wise that
it was beyond the understanding OF
any man unversed I'm that language
of the high seas; and Nick Barry,
laughing wildly, and Dick, glooming.
as was the difference with the two
brothers when in liquor.
And the landlord, one John Halpin,
stood i'm his tavern doorway with his
eyebrows raised, but no other sign
Of CONSERVATION. knowing well enough
that all this could not affect his GUS
tom and being one Of the most toughly
leather dried little men whom | have
ever seen, and his face so hardened
Into its final lines Of experience that
t had no power Of changing under
aew ones. And behind him stood peer
Ing, some with wide eyes Of terror
and some with ready laughs at moth
ing, the few other roisterers In the tav-
ern at that hour. Twas not the best
time of day for the meeting Of those
choice spirits for the discussion of the
other spirits which he raised. willy
nilly, from the grape and the grain,
for the enhancing Of the Joy of HE
and defiance of its miseries; but the
Barrys and Captain Jaynes and the
parson were nothing particular as to
the time of day.
When the horses were something
quictcd. |. desiring not To unfold my
errahd in the tavern, got hold of Par
son Downs by his mighty arm and ell
bowed Dick Barry. who cursed 1T me
for it. and cut short Captain Jaynes'
last string OF oaths, and hallooed to
Nick Barry and asked If | could have
q word with them. Captain Jaynes,
though, as | have said, being in the
main curiously well disposed toward
me, sworc ut first that he would be-
hanged if he would stop better bus-
ness to parley with convict tutor;
but the end of it was that lie ana
the Barry brothers and Parson Downs
and stood together under that mighty
humming locust tree, and | unfoldcd
my scheme of moving the powder and
shot from Laurel Creek to Major Rob
ert Beverly's tomb.
Noel Jaynes stared ut me second
with his hard red face agape. ana
then he clapped me upon the shoulder
and shouted with laughter and sworc
that il should be done. and that i'll
was burning shame that the goods
had been put where they were To the
risk of u maid Of beauty like Mary
Cavendish and that lie and the BarryS
would be with me that very night be
fore moonrise TO move them.
Then the parson, who had poetical
turn, especially when in his cups.
added quite gravey that no safer place
could there be for powder than the
tomb of love whose last sparks had
died out in ashes, and Dick Barry
cried. with an oath. that it would serve
Robert Beverly rightly for his action
against them in the Bacon rising. for
though he was to the front with the
oppressed people in this his past foul
treachery against them was not forgot.
and well he remembered that when
he was in hiding for his life
But then his brother hushed him and
said, with Il shout OF dry laughter.
that the past was past and no use
indwelling upon it, but that when il
came to Il safe hiding place for goods
which were to set the kingdom in q
blaze and maybe hang the ringleaders
he knew OF none better than the tomb
of a first wife, which. when the second
was in full power, was verify back Of
the farthest back door Of u mans mem
ory.
So it was arranged that the four
were to meet me that very night after
sunset and before moonriSe and move
the goods, and | mounted and rode
away. with Parson Downs shouting
after me his proposition to trade
horses and even Offering f10 to boot
when he saw the splendid long pace
of my thoroughbred tinging out his
legs with that freest motion of any |
thing I'm the world unless ii be the |
swift upward cleave Of bird when
the huttering Of wing wherewith he
hath gained his impetus hath ceased
and nothing except that invincible ris-
ing is seen.