The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1905-07-27
THE MASTER OF APPLEBY|
BY Francis Lynde. ----3
BY Francis Lynde.

meaning OF it all; n my mind was te
the full as blank as his. L made sure
some deep-laid plot was at the bottom q
the mystery; but we had measured man,
weary miles In the wilderness, ard the
plotter's trap had been fairly ba.ted. Sc
ana sprung, before the lightning flash OF
eXpllcat!On came to show US all its devil.
ish ingenuity.
But now Forward was the word. and
we fel In line again, and again the tira.
less running OF the two guides stretched
and held us on the rack of weariness
Happily for US two who were o,t -,
training, the rainy-day dusk carae early
ana though Yeates and the indian. run.
hlng now with their bodies bent double
ana their noses to the ground, held on
iohg after Richard Jennifer and [ were
bat-blind for any seeing of the hoof.
prints, the end came at length and we
~olVouacked as We We're, freless. and with
the last of the cooked ration Of deer.s
meat for a scanty supper.
After the meal, which was swallowed
hastlly In the silence of utter fatigue. we
scooped a hollow in a last years leaf
ped and lay down to sleep, wet to the
SKIN as any four half-drowned water rats.
and to the full as miserable,
ragged as l was. twas q long time be-
lore sleep came to make me forget; q
weary interval fraught with dismal men
tal miser:es to march step and step with
me treadmlil rackings of the aching mus
cles. What grievous hap had befallen
my dear lady? and how much or how lit
tie was 1 to blame for this KIDNAPPING of
her by my relentless enemy? Was it a
sharp foreboding of some such resort to
savage violence that had tortured her into
sending the appeal for help?
With this. l fell to dwelling afresh I'M
on the wording of her message, hungering
aVtdly FOR some hint to give me leave to
clalm 1t for my own. Though I made sure
she did not love me--had never loved me
as other than a make-shift confdant.
whose face and age would set him far be-
yond the pale of sentiment-yet I had
hoped this friendship-love would give her
leave to call upon me in her hour Of
need.
was L the one to whom her message
mad been sped? Suddenly I remembered
what Richard had said; that the arrow
was the If Uncanoola were
me bearer or the parchment, he would
surely know'to whom he had been sent.
his burow In the leaf bed CHANGED to
be next to mine. and I could hear his
steady breathing, light and lone-drawn,
IKE that or some wild creature-as. truly
ne was-sleeping with all the senses alert
to spring awake at a touch or the snan-
ing OF a twig. A word would arouse him
doubt. ZIG
II thought OF all this, and vet v,ba, =
would have Weakened the Indian . sbak-
ing asue-ft Of poltroon cowardice gave
me pause For while the doubt remained
tlere was a chance to hope that she had
sent to me. making the little cry for helm
a token, not Of love, p%erchance b,,t Of
Some aaWnlng Of forgiveness for my des-
peiate "ronslng Of her. And In that
hesltant 1t was borne In unon
me mat without this slender chance
lor nope l should go mad and become q
"fetched whiting at a time when every
lacully should be superhuman sharp and
strong for spending in her service.
20 l 1orepore to wake the Indian. and
loilo"lng out this thought Of service ft-
ana SO 70 gather fresh strength for the
new days measure.
CHAPTER XXI.
HOW WE KEPT LENTEN vIcus
IN TRINITYTIDE.
would weary you beyond he limit
VI good nature were I to try to picture
OUT at large the varied haps and haz-
aius OF our Watchings in the savage
the trivial details have their place and
meaning momentous enough, it NAV he.
yet these are often Wearisone to tha
o or stall yawning impatientlv for
the climax. ~
SO, II you please, you are to conceive
US -FOUR, the strangest ill-assorted COM
pany on the footstool, pushing on from
uay 10 Day deeper n ever deeper into
the painless forest solitudes. VET al.
ways with the plain-marked trail To
guide us. y
AZ tlnles the march measured a full
days ength amid the columned aisles
OF the forest temple through lush green
slaues dahk and steaming in the Au-
gust heat, or owe hillsides slippery
with the fallen leaves of the pine trees.
AMOR 1t traced the crooked windings of
some rawling mountain stream
through thicket tangles where. Won
would think, no woman-ridden horse
could. penetrate.
One day the sun would shine re-
splendent n all the columned die
tances would fill with soft suffusings Of
the gray n greenland gold, with here
and there a dusky flame where the
sWeet-gum heralded the autumn. whilst
Overhead the leafy arches We're fine
lined traceries and arabesuues aqa Inst
the blue. But In the night, mayhan a
dismal rain would come, chill with tbei
breath or n nearing mountains. ana
then h trees turned into drinning
sprinkling pots to drench US where We
sodden already with the hea vinass
OF exhaustion
Since the hasting pursuit was a thine
to tap the very fountain head of forti.
and endurance, we Jared on Silent
for the better part; and in a little time
the hush of the solitudes laid fast hold
of us, scanting us of speech and bidding
US go softly. And after this the march
became a soundlesS shadow-fittine and
we a struggling file of voiceless mech
anisms wound up and set to measure off
the miles till famine or exhaustion
should thrust a finger in among the
wheels and bid them stop forever.
h was the loom on which we woye
the MISUNDERSTANDING web of siren
uous expressing. But through that web
the scarlet thread Of famine shuttled
in and out, and hunger came and
with us till all the days and.
nights We're filled with cravings, and
rocked little of fair skies or drip
ping clouds, or aught besides save this
e-Fer-present specter Of starvation.
You will O think it strange that I
should have but dim and misty meInor-
les of this fainting time. OF all priva-
tions famine n blunts the senses.
making a mar oblivious of all a y
that which drives him onward. The
that 7 remember dearest
are those which turned upon some
bridging of the hunger gulf.
One was YeateS' killing of a. milch doa