The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1905-12-14
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D'ri and |
By IRVING BACHELLER
Author Of Eben Holden" Darrell Of
the Blessed Isles" Etc.
cHAPTER XXI.-CoNrrNuEp.

He paused again. looking at the
smoke-rings above his head in
dreamy manner.
First" my chief repeated.
WELL" said he. leaning toward him
with a little gesture, ito me the word
of a gentleman is sacred. 1 know you
are both gentlemen. ask for your
word of honor"
ITO what effect?" the general
Queried.
THAT you will put us safely on Brit
fish soil within a day after the ladies
have arrived" said he.
ut is irregular and a matter OF some
difficulty" said the general. Whom
would you send with such a message?"
DWELL. l should say some French
woman could do it. There must be
one here who II clever enough"
Il know the very one" said |, with
enthusiasm. "She is as smart and cum
ming as they make them"
Very we'll" said the general; that
IS but one step. Who is to capture
them and take the risk Of their own
heads?"
''D'ri and could do IL alone" was
my confident answer.
"Ah, we'll" said his Iordship. as he
rose lsnguidly and stood with his back
to the fire, Il shall send them where
the coast is cLear-my word for that
Hang me If fail to protect them"
II do not wish to question your
honor" said the general, "or violate in
any way this atmosphere of fine cour-
1esy; but, sir do not know you"
Permit me TO introduce myself"
said the Englishman, as he ripped his
Coat-lining and drew out folded sheet
Of purple parchment. Il am Lord
Ronley. fifth earl of Pickford, and
cousin Of his most excellent majesty
the king OF England; there is the
proof"
He tossed the parchment to the
table carelessly. resuming his chair.
forgive me" said he. as the gen.
eral took It. Il have little taste for
such theatrioals. Necessity is my only
excuse"
1T is enough" said the other. Il
am glad to know you. hope sometime
we shall stop fighting each other-we
Of the same race and blood. II is un-
natural"
Give me your hand" said the Eng
lishman, with heartier feeling than l
had seen him show as he advanced.
amen. ! say to you"
Twill you write your message? Here
arc ink and paper" said the general.
His lordship sat down at the table
and hurriedly wrote these letters:
Prescott. Ontario. Nov. II, 1918.
'src sir Charles Gravleish, The Weirs.
above Landsmere. Wrentham, Fronte-
nae County, Canada
MY Dear Gravleigh VIII you see that
the baroness and her two wards. the
Misses de Lambert, are conveyed by my
coach, on the evening Of the 18th inst,
10 that certain point on the shore pike
between AmsburY and Lakeside known as
Burnt Ridge. thrre TO wait back In the
timber for my messenger? Tell them
they are to be returned to their home. and
give them my very best wishes. Lam
son will drive, and let the bearer ride
with the others. Very truly yours.
''RONLEY."
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN;
Nine St. Jovite, the bearer, is on her
way to my house at Wrenfham, Fronte-
nae County. second concession, with a
dispatch Of urgent character. / shall be
greatly favored by all who give her fur
therance Ia this journey. Respectfully.
etc, RONLE1,
Colonel Of Kings Guard"
For fear OF a cipher, the general
gave tantamount terms for each let
ter, and his lordship rewrote them.
Il thought the name st. Jovite would
be as good as any" he remarked.
The rendezvous was carefully
mapped. The guard came, and his
lordship rose languidly.
zone thing more" said he. Let the
men go over without arms-if-f you
will be so good"
Il shall consider that" said the gen.
eral.
And when shall the messenger
start?"
Within the hour. if possible" my
chief answered.
AS they went away, the general sal
down with me for a moment. to dis
cuss the matter.