Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1905-02-02

son-who would undo the last knot
which bound the Indians to a fair neu-
trality. Perhaps he himself would even
lead them on to the dreadful devasta-
ton all men dreaded; and, If he, men
must also count on the Buffers, father
and son, to carry terror through our
forests and hunt to death without mer-
cy all who stood for freedom and the
rights Of man.
One of these I had held in my hand
and released. Yet still that old GER
tainty haunted me, the belief that one
daysI was to meet and kill him, not
In honorable encounter, now, for he
had lost the right to ask such a death
from me; but in the dark forest, some
where among the corridors Of silent
pines, I would slay him as sachems
STAY f%erocious beasts that track men
through ghost trails down to hell.
AS | stood On the steps Of Peter
Weayers red brick house, turning to
look once more into the Goals Of the
setting sun ere l entered the door, q
hand twitched at my coat skirt, and,
looking down, I saw below me on the
pavement an Indian dressed in the
buckskins Of a forest runner.
"Peter!!" 1 cried, for it was he, my
dusky kinsman on the left hand.
Suddenly, as I stood there, at a loss
what next to say. came a heavy man,
richly clothed, fabby face bent on the
ground. Nor would he have discovered
me, so Immersed IN brooding reverie
wa he, had not Peter touched his
elbow.
A bright flush stained his face. He
looked up at me where / stood. Then
I descended the steps, showing Peter
from between us, and Sir John John
son, for it was he, moved back a pace
and laid his heavy hand OIL his sword
belt as l came close to him, looking
into his cold eyes.
"Liar!" I said. "Liar, liar!!" And
that was all, for he gave ground, and
bis hand fell Imply from his dishon-
ored hilt.
So 1 left him there in the darkening
street.
We started next day at dawn, Silver
Heels riding Warlock in her new kirtle
and little French three cornered hat
With it's gilt fringe. to which she had
a right, as she was now my Lady
Card gan, if she chose.
I rode a bay mare, bought in AL
bany, yet a beauty, and doubtless the
only decent horsetesh in all that town
Of rusty hackers and PATRONS sorry
hacks. Mount and the Weasel, leather
clad and gay with quilted moccasins
and brilliant thrums, journeyed afoot
on either side O. Shemuel, who bestrode
a little docile ass.
An hour later I summoned Jack
Mount, and he fell back to my stirrups,
resting his huge hand on my saddle as
he walked beside me.
"Jack,"I said, sis poor Cade cured O.
fancy and his mad imaginings"
AYE, lad, for the time"
For the time?"
ga year, two years, three. perhaps.
This is not the first mad flight O. fancy
Cade has taken on his aged wings"
you told me that" I said
sharply.
mo. lad"
"Why not?"
"Sir It Is said." he muttered. "a
Iair mind nobIy wrecked. But grlet
cannot deform the Eoul, Mr.. Cardigan"
"He knows you now|
AYE, and knows that he has dwell
for months in madness"
docs he know that it was Inc he
loved so deeply in his madness?" ask.
ed Silver Heels gently.
II think he does" whispered Mount
Silver Heels turned her sorrowful
eyes on poor Cade Renard.
Riding that afternoon hear sunset at
the False Faces Carrying Place upon
the Mohawk, we spoke Of Johnson Hal
and the old life sadly, for never AGAR
could we hope to enter it's beloved por
tails.
Naught that belonged to us remain
ed in the Hall save only the memories
none might rob us Of.
IF only l might have Betty" sale
Silver Heels wistfully.
Betty? Did she not attend you tt
Boston with Sir John?" l asked.
Eyes, but she was slave to Sir John
/ could not buy her. You know how
poor | woke to find myself in Boston
town."
l had leased from my lawyer, Pete,
Weaver, a large stone mansion il
Johnstown, which stood next to tn,
church where Sir William lay, this un
til such time as 1 might return from
the war and find leisure to build OF
my own land the house which silva
Heels and I had planned to stand OF
a hill in full view of the river and o
the old Hall where our childhood ha,
been passed.
1t was night when we rode int
Johnstown. l could discover no change
in the darkness save that a few new
signs swung before lighted shops an,
every fifth house hung out a lanthorl
and a whole candlelight.
Our stone house was vast, damp an,
scantily furnished, but Jack Noun