The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1905-04-20
CHAPTER XVI.

There had, indeed, been brave work ON
Braddock Down that 10Th of January.
For Sir Ralph Hopton with the Cornish
grandees had made short business of
Ruthen's army-driving it headlong back
on LiSkeard at the first charge, chasing it
through that town, and taking 1000 pris-
oners. together with many colors, all the
rebels ordnance and ammunition, and
most Of their arms. At Liskeard. after
refreshing their men and holding next
day a solemn thanksgiving to God, they
divided-the Lord Mohun with Sir Ralph
Hopton and Colonel Godolphin marching
with the greater part of the army upon
Saltasn, whittier Ruthen had fed and
was entrenching himself; while Sir John
Berkeley and Colonel Ashburnham, with
small party of horse and dragons and
the voluntary regiments of Sir Bevill
Grenville, Sir Mich. Slanning, and Colonel
Trevanion. turned to the northeast. to-
ward Launceston and Tavistock, to see
what account they might render of the
Earl of Stamford's army; that, however.
had no stomach to await them, but post
ed out Of the county into Plymouth and
Exeter.
Twas on this expedition that two or
three of the captains l have mentioned
halted for an hour or more at Temple.
as well to recognize Joan's extreme mer-
itorious service, as to thank me for the
part l had in bringing news of the Earl
of Stamford's advance. For twas this,
they own'd, had saved them-the Kings
message being but an exhortation and an
advertisement upon some lesser matters,
the most Of which were already taken
out of human hands by the turn of
events.
But though, as learn'd, these gentle
men were full Of compliments and pro-
LESSONS Of esteem, neither saw nor
heard them, being by this time delirious
of high fever that followed my woun |.
And not till three good weeks after was
recovered enough to leave my bed, nor,
for many more, did my full strength re.
turn to me. No mother could have made
tenderer nurse than was Joan
throughout this time. IT'S to her 1 owe
it that l am alive to write these words;
and If the tears scald my eyes as / do
so, you will pardon them, promise, be-
fore the end Of my tale is reached.
In the days Of my recovery news came
to us that a solemn sacrament had been
taken between the parties In Devon and
Cornwall, and the country at peace. Lit
tie cared, at the time; but was content
now spring was come-to loiter about
the tors, and while watching Joan at
her work, to think upon Della. For.
albeit, l had little hope to see her again.
my late pretty comrade held my thoughts
the day long. 1 shared them with no.
body; for tho tbs probable had let some
words fall in my delirium, Joan never
limited at this. and never found out.
One day-'twas early in May-we
went to Bodmin Fair, where l bought
Joan hand mirror. which / handed to
her as we were riding home.
What Z the world be thisY' she ask
ed, taking and looking at it doubtfully
"A glass to see your face in" AZ
planned.
BE this my face7" She rode for
ward, holding up the glass in front Of
her. why, what a handsome looking
gal be. to be sure! Jack. art certain
tbs my very own facer
To be sure" said /, amazed.
Wellw There was silence for q full
minute, save for our horses tread on
the high roads
BY the way" said /, did you mask
Carriage just outside the crowd by the
Cheap Jacks booth with q whfte-hair-
ed gentleman seated inside? ?"
John nodded. Master Hannibal Ting
comb; steward o Gleyh"