Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1905-02-17

UNRoLLED THE TISSUE AS SOON
AS WAS ALONE.
1880, and as he went away, my JAIL
er banged the iron door without lock-
ing it. Then lay down there in the
dark, and began to tell off the time by
my heartbeats, allowing forty-five hun
dred to the hour, and was not far
wrong. I thought much of his lord
ship as waited. To him I had been
of some service, but, surely, not
enough to explain this tender regard,
involving, as it must have done, brib-
cry and no small degree Of peril to
himself. My counting over, tried the
door, which swung easily as put my
hand upon it. The little corridor was
dark and could hear no sound save
the snoring Of drunken soldier, COM
mitted that day of fighting, as the
turnkey had told me. I found the
small window, and slid the sash, and
let my boots fall to the ground, then
climbing through and dropping on
them. 1t was a dark night, but
was not long in reaching the road and
pacing my way to the path and river.
His lordship and boatman lay in the
thicket waiting for me.
This way" the former whispered,
taking my arm and leading me to the
mouth Of little brook, where boat
was tied, the bottom muff1ed with
blankets. I took the stern seat, his
lordship the bow, and we pushed of.
The boatman, a big, husky fellow, had
been rowing long hour when we put
into a cove under the high shore Of
an island. | could see moving glow
back in the bushes. 1t swung slowly,
like pendulum of light, with q mighty
fit and tumble of shadows. We tied
our boat, climbed the shore, and made
slowly for the light. Nearing it, his
lordship whistled twice, and got an
swer. The lantern was now still; 1t
lighted the side Of soldier in high
boots; and suddenly saw it was D'ri.
/ caught his hand, raising it to my
lips. We could not speak, either Of
us. He stepped aside, lifting tho
lantern. God! there stood Louise. She
was all in black, her head bent for
ward
Dear Lowell" l cried, grasping her
hands, "why-why have you come
here?"
She turned her face away, and spoke
slowly, her voice trembling with emo
ton.
ITO give my body to be burned"
said she.
turned, lifting my arm to smite the
man who had brought me there; but
10! some stronger hand had struck
him, some woodworking power Of
a kind that removes mountains. Lord
Ronley was wiping his eyes.
II cannot do this thing" said he,
IN a broken voice. II cannot do this
thing. Take her and CO."
D'ri had turned away to hide his
feelings.
Take them to your boat" said his
lordship.
"Wait minute" said D'ri. fixing his
lantern. Judas Priest! I amt got NO
strsn'th. I m all tore t. shoe-strings."
took her arm and we followed Dirt.
to the landing, Lord Ronley coming
with us.
Good-by," said he. leaning to push
~ Oh. II am a better man for know
ing you. Dear girl, you have put Ill
the evil out Of me-"
He held moment to the boat, TAX
ing my hand as came by him.
Bell" said he, "henceforward may
there be peace between you and me-"
And between your country and
mine." I answered.
Alb. thank God! the war was soon
over. and ever since there has been
peace between the two great peoples.
I rejoice that even we old men have
washed our hearts Of bitterness, and
that the young have now more sense
OF brotherhood.
Above all price are the words Of q
wise man, but silence, that is the great
counsellor. In silence wisdom enters
the heart and understanding puts forth
her voice. In the hush Of that night
ride / grew to manhood; put away
childish things. saw, or thought saw,
the two great powers of good and evil.
One was love, with the power Of God
IN 1t to lift up, to ennoble; the other,
loves counterfeit, cunning device Of
the devil. with all his power to wreck
and destroy, deceiving him that has
taken 1t until he finds at last he has
neither gold nor silver, but only base
metal hanging as milestone to his
neck.
At dawn we got ashore on Battle
Point. We waited there. Louise and
I. while D'ri went away to bring horses.
The sun rose clear and warm; 1t was
like a summer morning, but stiller.
for the woods had lost their songful
tenantry. We took the forest road.
walking slowly. Some bugler near VI
had begun to play the song Of Yankee
land. Its phrases travelled like waves
In the sea, some high-crested, moving
with mighty rush. filing the valleys.
the hills, tossing their spray
aloft, flooding all the shores Of silence.
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