Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1905-07-06
Cardigan
By ROBERT w. CHAMBERS
eopyrisht. 1901. By ROBERT ". CHAMBERS

By ROBERT w. CHAMBERS

yours the praise, dear SOUR
| And did face our enemies like tru
people all. IL It not 90. Michaslr'
ut Is So"
Then let Nc 60, my husband. l an
sick for my own land and for the hap
piness to come"
"Northward we journey. httle sweet
heart"
ITO the blue hills and the swee
fernr'
AYE. home"
And 30 we started for the north. ou
Of the bloody village where our lii
erty was born at the first rifle shot
out of the sound Of the British cannon
out OF the land Of the salt sea, back t.
the inland winds and the incense Of oui
own dear forests and the music OF
sweet waters tumbling where the
white pines sing eternally.
I rode Warlock beside the chalse:
shemuel lay within: Silver Heels sat
beside the poor. hurt creature. easing
his fevered head. but her eyes ever re.
turned to ma and the color came am.
went in her fsce as our eyes spoke in
silence.
''Goodby." said Foxcroft huskily.
Mount squared himself in his saddle;
the Weasel, rifle on thigh. set his
horses head north.
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 ut
breakneck gallop.
we hay nj tine house OF Peter W'eav-
er. my lawyer, Silver Heels and |.
Jack Mount and Cade Renard lay at
the Half Moon, where poor Shemuel
could procure medicine and such med
ieal attendance as he so sorely stood In
need Of.
With Peter Weaver 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 - estates
Of my late uncle. Sir Terence. made 1t
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
~ that either cared nothing for my
own affairs or else was stupid past all |
belief.
Sir Williams legacies to me and to |
Silver Heels were discussed most seri- |
cusly, and Mr.. Weaver would have II |
that the law should deal with my mis-
cradle kinsman, Sir John, for the fraud
be had wrought. Yet 1t was exactly |
that, and because he was my kinsman,
could not drag him out to cringe for
bis infamy before the rabble.
The land and the money left to us by
Sir William we would now doubtless
receive, but 1t was only because Sir
William had desired 1t that we at
ength made up our minds to accept II
It ALL
For Shemuel's sake and because we
would not desert him we continued In
Albany until near the end of April.
Taking counsel together, we had de-
ermined to build mansion, when the
lines permitted. midway on the road
twixt Johnstown and Fonda's Bush,
'ur lands Joining at that place. But
cared much that the war which now
famed through Massachusetts Bay
night soon creep northward into our
crest fastness and set the border
blaze from the Ohio to St Sacre-
nent. Much, too, / feared that the
nen or the woods whose skin was red
you'd league with the men whose
oats were red. All his later days Sir
William had striven to avert this aw-
al pact; Dunmore played against him,
'utler betrayed him. Cresap was trick
d, and Sir William lost. Now into his
Ign place sneaked pygmy, slow, I'M
ertain, sullen.h treacherous--his own
would undo the last knot |
Thich bound the Indians to fair neu-
rality. Perhaps be himself would even
lad them on to the dreadful devasta-
lon all men dreaded; and, II he. men |
AUST also count on the Buffers. father
nd son. to carry terror through our
orests and hunt to death without mer-
y all who stood for freedom and the
lights Of man.
One Of these had held in my hand
nd released Yet still that old GER
ainty haunted me. the belief that one
lay was to meet and kill him. not
n honorable encounter. now, for he
lad lost the right to ask such death
rom me; but In the dark forest. some
where among the corridors Of silent
Zines, I would slay him as sachems
lay ferocious beasts that track men
through ghost trails down to hell.
As stood on the steps Of Peter
Weaver's red brick house, turning to
ook once more into the Goals OF the
setting sun ere entered the door.
hand twitched at my coat skirt, and,
boxing down. l saw below me on the
pavement an Indian dressed In the
Duckskins Of forest runner.
"Peterw ! cried, for 1t was he, my
husky kinsman on the left hand.
Suddenly, as stood there. at loss |