Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1907-07-26

who was a sturdy fellow, aimed a
terrific blow at his head with the
handle of his whip, but Carey lodged
the blow and retaliated SO heartily
with the butt of his pistol that the
man dropped from his horse like a
log.
Riding up to the window of the
chaise, Carey thrust the muzzle of
his pistol inside, and a woman's cry
OF fear rang out on the night air.
Peering in to reassure the lady, the
tender-hearted Captain was Mortified
to recognize in the gloom the pretty
face, all white with fear, of Margery
Wingate-the face that, despite the
ladies of Spain, had remained craven
on his memory through all the years
OF the war. He quickly drew back
and, like flash, way out of the
difficulty occurred to him as he re-
membered that he was masked. Rid
ing to the back of the chaise, he so
spurred and refined in his horse that
the poor brute set up jigging, his
hoofs Gathering on the hard road
loud enough for a troop. And in the
midst of the clatter Captain Carey
raised his voice.
"Highwaymen! BY God! A pretty
business on the Queens highway.
POUNDS! will have all three of you
hailed before the magistrate in the
morning."
He fired the holster pistol into the
air, and the loud report evoked an
other scream from poor Margery,
which nearly broke Carey's deter
mination to see the game through.
But he steeled his heart, and drawing
his sword clashed it noisily against
the sheath, while the occupants of
the chaise pictured the deadly COM
bat that was going on between the
highwayman and their unknown
friend.
Carey did not dare to continue
his performance too long, lest either
occupant of the chaise should screw
up sufficient courage to lean out of
the window to see the fierce struggle
Still shouting, he tore off the mask,
flung it away, dismounted and giving
his steed hearty thwack with the
fiat of his sword sent him galloping
down the road toward Edgware.
He fired his pistol at the imaginary
fleeing highwayman and, crying 81
have seen your face, fellow, and the
gallows shall have you yet" he
walked round to the window of the
chaise.
Lady" he said, there is now
nought to fear, the scoundrels have
fed and
Captain Carey!" she cried, sur
prised, and her face, pale enough
before, glowed rosily.
Mistress Margery! Can it be?"
he exclaimed, with we'll feigned as
constituent
AYE. Captain Carey said the
gruff voice of Sir Richard Wingate,
"and we are in your debt to a greater
extent than you think. Had those
ruffians rifed me the losses 1 should
have sustained would have been be-
yond repair
''The more fortunate was I, sir, to
arrive upon the scene so fortuitous-
ly," responded Carey.
Sir Richard stepped out of the
chaise, and taking one of the lamps
he and Carey approached the postil-
lion. They found he had recovered
consciousness, although he was still
dazed. A draft of rum from Sir
Richards flask pulled him together
somewhat, and while the baronet was
tending him Carey returned to Mar
gerry to allay her fears.
''He is recovered from the nasty
blow the highwayman gave him." he
said, reassuringly.
He took her little hand and looked
into her eyes.
&" tbs six years since 1 saw you
last, my sweet Margery, and you are
changed not at ALL"
"Ah, jamie, six years of hardship
and peril for you, and six years of
anguish for me-
And the years to Gomez" said
Carey, taking her other hand.
''The years to come-the years to
come Her eyes shone brightly
with happiness, and Carey knew that
she was his = knew that she had
broken down her fathers opposition
to their union.
The postillion being revived,
and Sir Richard insisted
upon Captain Carey accompanying
them the rest of the way to London.
They needed, said Sir Richard, a
guard, and Captain Carey had proved
himself a worthy and gallant pro-
tector.
-Four determined cutthroats,"
Margery, wonderingly,
defeated and put to flight by one
gallant gentleman.
NAY, nay, Mistress Margery."
laughed Carey, as he climbed into
the chaise, twas not more than
three. THE Graphic.