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

I'll go back-two days time to find
me my money by dot Lechemere
swamp, eh, Jack"
God bless your cried Mount. 1--WE
will get your money, lad! Won't we,
Cardigan"
The little Jew turned his heavy eyes
on me-.
you half found Miss Warren" he
gasped. Zach. so ISIS all well. 1 go
back-two days time-hnd me my
money" He smiled and closed his
eyes.
So we re-entered Lexington, Jack
Mount, the Weasel, Saul Shemuel and
I. And on the tavern steps Silver Heels
stood, her tired, colorless face lighted
up, her outstretched hands falling on
my shoulders, and l to take her in my
arms, for she had fallen .a-weeping.
In the south the thunder Of the Brit
ISL cannon muttered, distant and more
distant. The storm had passed.
Had the storm passed? The smoke
hung in the north where Concord town
was burning, yet around us birds sang.
And now came Jack Mount. riding
position IN the horses which drew the
post chaise. Behind him trotted the
Weasel, leading out Warlock. Silver
Heels saw, them and stood up, smiling
through her tears.
Truly we stayed and did our duty,
did we not. dear hearth"
with your help. sweet"
"And deserted not our own!'
"Yours the praise, dear soul!!'
"And did face our enemies like true
people all. Is it not so, Michael"
at is So"
"Then let us go. my husband. 1 am
sick for my own land and for the hap
piness to come"
"Northward we journey, little sweet
heart"
ITO the blue hills and the sweet
fern?"
"Aye, home"
And SO we started for the north, out
Of the bloody village where our lib
erty was born at the first rife shot,
out of the sound of the British cannon,
out Of the land of the salt sea, back to
the inland winds and the incense Of our
own dear forests and the music of
sweet waters tumbling where the
white pines sing %eternally.
/ rode Warlock beside the chaise;
Shemuel lay within; Silver Heels sat
beside the poor, hurt creature, easing
his fevered head, but her eyes ever re.
turned to me, and the color came ana
w1rf IN how fono oc n11r orac cral,e S>
silence.
"Goodby," said F%oxcroft huskily.
Mount squared himself in his saddle;
the Weasel, rifle on thigh, set his
horses head north.
We entered Albany on the 22d Of
April; the town had heard the news
from Lexington ere we sighted the Al
bany hills, the express having passed
us as we crossed the New York line,
tearing along the river bank at a
breakneck gallop.
We lay at the house of Peter Weav-
er, my lawyer, Silver Heels and I.
Jack Mount and Cade Renard lay at
the Half Moon, where poor Shemuel
could procure medicine and such med
ical attendance as he so sorely stood in
need Of.
With Peter Weaver l prepared to ar.
range my affairs as best l might, it be-
ing impossible for me to undertake a
voyage to Ireland at this time, though
my succession to the title and estates
Of my late uncle, Sir Terence, made ii
most necessary.
Silver Heels, her round chin on my
shoulder, listened attentively and ask
ed some questions, which caused the
%ponderous lawyer to address himself
to her rather than to me, seeing clear
ly that either l cared nothing for my
own affairs or else was stupid past al
belief.
Sir Williams legacies to me and tt
Silver Heels were discussed most seri
ously, and Mr.. Weaver would have Il
that the law should deal with my mis-
cradle kinsman, Sir John, for the FRAUD
he had wrought. Yet 1t was exactly
that, and because he was my kinsman
1 could not drag him out to cringe fol
his infamy before the rabble.
The land and the money left to us by
Sir William we would now doubtless
receive, but it was only because Sill
William haG desired it that we a
length made up our minds to accept i
at all.
For Shemuel's sake and because WI
would not desert him we continued IL
Albany until near the end of April.
raking counsel together, we had de
termined to build a mansion, when til,
times permitted, midway on the roat
'twlxt Johnstown and Fonda's Bush
u lands joining at that place. But
feared much that the war which nov
famed through Massachusetts Ba,
might soon creep northward into on
forest fastness and set the borde
ablaze from the Ohio to st. Sacre
ment. Much, too. I feared that TIL
men of the woods whose skin was ret
would league with the men who's
coats were red. All his later days 81
William had striven to avert this aw