Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1905-01-19

q b warren, without o1Tense to any
one In all the world and least Of oil to
yoh. and he waited, all day to see her
come, out to the guardhouse and give
the news Of your sickbed to your
Lieutenant Duncan. So n day, when
you were surely out OF danger and
ready to fatten, comes Cade to the tav-
ern and bids me goodby, talking wildly
Of hislost daughter, and I, heaven help
me, lay abed with my head like a top
all humming for the ale I'd had and
thinking nothing Of what he said save
that his madness grew apace,
And that night he went away while
l slept in my cups. When he came not,
I hunted the town for him as I had
never hunted trail in all my life be-
fore, and 1 warrant you I left no
stone unturned in that same town.
Then I left your Tryon county for a
quieter one. That's all, lad"
What he had told me of Cade Renard
troubled me. II Felicity had been
strangely lost to her own family and
had been restored, doubtless she was;
now happy and full Of wonder for the
dear, amazing chance that had brought
to her those honored parents she had
SO long deemed to be with God. Yet
she must be shy and o~versensitive al
SO, having been brought up to believe
she had no nearer kin than Sir Peter
Warren. And now that he, after all,
a no kin to her nor she to us, If a
mad forest runner like Cade Renard
should come to vnx her with his luny
fancies 1t might hurt her or seem like
reproach and mockery for her new par
ents.
do you think Cade followed Miss
Warren to Boston?' I asked.
MY journey is to find that out" he
said. "Ah, lad, a noble mind was
wrecked in Rcnard's head"
My candle was burning very low
now. Mount laid hts pipe in the can
die pan, rose, shook himself and said
good night.
BY o the next day we were all on
our way toward Boston, I riding be-
side Mrs. Hamilton's carriage wheels.
At Grafton We baited at the Wealth
ercock tavern, then on along the
Charles river, with the scent o. the
distant sea in every breath we d&ew,
through Dedham. past Necdham and
north into a most lovely country Of
rolling golden stubble and orchards
all red with apples, and bridges of
stone neatly fashioned to resist the
freshets.
I shall never forget that first COM
ing to Boston and the first glimpse Of
the round city set there in the sea with
only a narrow thread Of land to fasten
II. to the continent which had made the
city's cause It's own. Nor shall I for
get my first sight Of the city's land
ward gate, closed by British earth
works, patrolled by British bayonets,
with the red standard flying in the set
ting sun.
The Philadelphia coach, with pas
sengers from Maryland and Virginia,
came swaying UP. I glanced up at the
outside travellers, thinking I might
know some face among them, yet not
expecting it. There We're nc familiar
faces. I wheeled my horse to watch
the coach so by, glancing idly at the
window where a young girl leaned
out, sucking a China orange. Our eyes
met for a moment; the girl dropped
the orange and stared at me; I also
eyed her sharply, certain that I had
seen her somewhere in the world be-
fore this. The coach passed. I sat on
my horse looking after it, c%udgeling
my wits to remember that red cheek
ed, buxom lass, who seemed to know
me too.
Then as our chaise ratified by, with
the postboys urging the horses and
Jack Mount on the box. it came to me
in q fash that the girl was the thief
takers daughter from Fort Pitt.
I rode up beside Mount and told him
in a low voice that Bully Bishops
Philadelphia coach and that he had
best keep his wits and eyes cleared for
Bully Bishop himself.
He shrugged his shoulders, not an
swering, but / no1ced he was alert
enough now. unconsciously lingering
his rifle, while his quick eyes roamed
restlessly as the chaise passed in be.
tween the British earthworks on the
neck.
Ine gate guards eyed us sullenly as
we drove into the city and up n long,
dusty road called Orange street. We
continued to Eewbury street, to Marl-
borough street, Mount directing us.
thence through Cornhill to Queen
street, where we drew up at a very
elegant mansion.
Dismounting, I took Mrs. Hamilton
from the carriage, and she unmasked,
for the fire was dying out in the west
ern heavens.
"If," she began slowly, 81 should
bid you to supper at my house would
you hurt me with refusal, Michaelw
'Is this your house" I asked in sur
prise.
"Yes-my late husbands. VIII you
Gomez"
1 explained that l { cared not to leave