Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1905-07-13

VIII iIS GIT AEinSo, W winch ohS hoo
Q right, as she was now my Lady
Cardigan, II she chose.
] rode a bay mare, bought In Al
bany, yet beauty. and doubtless the
only decent horsefesh in all that town
Of rusty hackers and PATRONS sorry
hacks. Mount and the Weasel. leather
clad and gay with quilted moccasins
and brilliant thrums. jouneyed afoot
ON either side o. Shemuel. who bestrode
a little docile a-rs 49,
An hour Eater / summoned Jack
Meant. AID he fell back to my stirrups.
resting his huge hand on my saddle as
he walked beside me.
Jack" said, IFS poor Cade cured o
fancy and his mad imaginingsY
AYE, lad, for the time"
'For the timer"
"A year, two years, three, perhaps.
This is not the first mad fight o. fancy
Cade has taken on his aged wings"
''You never told me that" l said
sharply.
mo, lad
"Why not?"
''Sir, it is said" he muttered, "a
nm mind nobly wrecked. But sTfef
cannot deform the SOUL Mr.. Cardigan"
"He knows you now?'
"Aye, and knows that he has dwelt
for months in Madness"
"Does he know that it was me he
loved so deeply in his madness?" ask
ed Silver Heels gently.
II think he does" whispered Mount.
Silver Heels turned her sorrowful
eyes on poor Cade Renard.
Riding that afternoon near sunset Mt
the False Faces Carrying Place upon
the Mohawk, we spoke of Johnson Hall
and the old life sadly, for never again
could we hope to enter its beloved por-
tails.
Naught that belonged to us remain
ed In the Hall save only the memories
none might rob us of.
eff only / might have Betty said
Silver Heels wistfully.
Betty? Did she not attend you to
Boston with Sir John p / asked.
"Yes, but she was slave to Sir John.
could not buy her. You know how
poor / woke to find myself in Boston
town.
l had leased from my lawyer, Peter
Johnstown, which stood next to the
church where Sir William lay, this I'M
til such time as l might return from
the war and find leisure to build on
my own land the house which Silver
Heels and l had planned to stand on
hill In full view of the river and of
the old Hall where our childhood had
been passed.
1t was night when we rode into
Johnstown. | could discover no changes
In the darkness save that a few new
signs swung before lighted shops ana
every ffth house hung out lanthorn
and a whole candlelight.
Our stone house was vast, damp and
scantily furnished, but Jack Mount
lighted a fire in the hallway, and Sill
yer Heels went about with song on
her lips, and Cade Renard sent serv-
ants from the nearest inn with cloth
and tableware and meats smoking hot,
not forgetting great bowl of punch
and cask Of ale, which the scullions
rolled into the great hall and hoisted
On the skids.
Shemuei, with his peddling panniers,
lad strangely disappeared, nor could
we find him high OF low when Mount
and Csde had set their own table by
the Ere and the room smelled sweet
With stcamtng teddy.
Thrift thxiftr muttered Mount, rat
ting his toddy STICK impstientiy. Now,
who could have thought that little Jew
would have cut away to make up time
r trade this night7-
But 6hemuel had traded In anothe.
manner, for, ere Mount had set his
strong, white teeth In the breastbone
e roasted fowl, heard Silver Heels
cry cut: Betty, Betty! Oh, dear dear
Bettyr And the blubber1ng black wo-
man came rolling In, scarlet turban
erect earrings jingling.
'Mah lYr dovel Nah III pigeon dove!
Nah III Miss Honeybee!"
You must keep her, lad" muttered
Mount.
Il think Sir John will SELL" said
grimly.
And 90 he did. or would have, had
not his new wife. poor Lady Johnson,
whom l had never seen, writing from
the Hall. begged me to accept Betty as
gift from her. And I, having no
quarrel with the unhappy lady. accept
Cd Betty as a gift, permitting Lady
Johnson to secure from the incident
what comfort she might.
May ended smothered In flowers,
and with the thickening leaves Of June
came to Us there In the north rumors
of the times which were to try mems
souls.
Then one dim morning, while yet the
primrose light tinted the far hills,
awoke to see Silver Heels in her white
night robe leaning from the easement,
calling out to me In q strange, fright
ened voice: Michael, Michaell They
are coming over the hills-over the
hills, dear heart, to take you with