Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1905-01-26
BY ROBERT W. CHAr1BERs

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Isaac, Tibet you Jack Mount he hass
run await, Und Mr.. Foxcroft he sees
some drtgoon soldiers come into Corn
hill, calling out: Dose h~ighwaymens is
gone! Watch EN- by dot mall! So Mr..
Foxcroft he ONE to Province House
NIT me, sir, und he ISIS gone In to make
some troubles NIT Governor Gage
apout Sir John johnson und dot mon
ey Of Miss Warren! Ach, here ISIS Mr..
Foxcroft now, sir"
/ turned to confront a stout, dorid
gentleman swathed in q riding cloak,
whose little, angry eyes snapped. as he
cried: Governor Gage is a meddling
ASST I care not who listens to me, and,
/ repeat, he is a meddlesome ass! Sir
Peter Warren shall hear of this. Am I
a free agent, damme? I take it that I
am a free agent, yet I may not leave
this town tonight for lack Of a pass.
But I'll go! They shall not stop me-"
The ostlers were all staring ut him.
I stepped toward him eagerly, but the
peppery and inflamed barrister waved
me of.
"Who the devil are you, STRIP he
bawled. Take your hands from me,
sir! wish to go to my client in Lex
ington and this Tory peacock will give
me no pass! I will not suffer this out
rage. I will appeal to-
I gave him a jerk that shook the
breath from his body, whispering in
his ear: BE silent, in heavens name,
sir! I am Michael Cardigan!"
"You7 Cardigan he repeated. well,
where the devil have you been, sir,
and what the devil have you been
about, sir? Eth"
II have been in prison, under SEN
tence Of DEATH" 1 replied. "Where
have you been, sir, to leave your client,
Miss Warren, at the mercy Of Walter
Butler"
I've been in England, sir, that's
where I've beenw he cried. GIVE been
there to find out why your bIackguard
Of a kiusman, Sir John Johnson, should
rob my client Of her property. And
I've found out that your b%Iackguard
Sir John had not only robbed her Of
her means, but Of the very name she
has o right toll"
"My dear sir, my dear friend" I
cried, II will get you your pass to clear
the Neck tonight, and we will SO to-
gether to find my cousin, Miss Warren.
Wait me here, SIR"
Then bidding shemuel keep an eye
on Warlock I hurried around to the
gatehol1se, where the rabble still
skunk, watching the lighted windows
with far1isned eyes.
The sentry halted me as / entered
the courtyard, but when I asked for
Mr.. Beyan he called to a comrade to
take my message. The nett moment
Bevan stepped into the moonlight.
What is it, my man? Can I serve
you" he said pleasantly, peering at
me.
do you not know me, Mr.. Bevan?'
I asked.
Cardigan he stammered. lis that
you, Cardigan
He was close to me at q stride, both
hands on my shoulders, his kindly,
troubled eyes full Of wonder and iHty.
He linked his gilded sleeve in my arm
and drew me past the guardhouse,
and ere 1 could protest l found myself
inside the c%lcakroom.
Can we not find a quiet corner here
abouts" I asked. II came to demand
a pass for Lexington. Will you use
your privilege with the governor, Be
yan?"
"a pass" he exclaimed, stopping
short in his tracks.
II must have a pass. It concerns the
welfare Of Miss Warren" I began,
then hesitated, remembering that
was also to take Jack Mount in my
company, whose business in Lexington
was very different from mine.
Cardigan" he said, with troubled
eyes on me, 81 cannot lend myself ia
such a service, even for Miss Warren's
sake, unless you first give me your
word Of honor that your journey con:
Germs only Miss Warren's welfare"
"Pass or no pass, l 60 this night
I said sullenly.
"Hushg. he said. Don't talk here
He led me through the card rooms
where a score Of old bucks and purple
necked officers sat, all playing piquet
IN owlish silence, then through a par
tittcn where a fountntn sprayed beds
Of tall ferns, out into a lamp 11lumined
circular alcoye, hung with China silks
and powered deep In flowers.
your courtesy to a rebel Is extraor-
binary" 1 said after an interval.
"Oh, I'm half rebel myself" he
laughed. It'd be In my shirt sleeves
out Middlesex way drilling yokels-
minutemen, / believe-were it not that
-that-oh, well, I'll wear, the red
jacket as long as I live and let the
future weed out the goats from the
sheep"
II tell you 1 must ride to Licking
ton," 1 said firmly, "and l mean to take
friends if / choose
Tell me no more, Cardigan" he
broke in, .'else l must refuse you what
little service | may render. You know