The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1908-06-01
there's no one to carry a message.
Odd situation. isn't 1t? zee tgs

James has just broken UP his council
and they decided the spy can live, as
he warned rs OF your coming.
"'Hooray' shouted the drummer,
with vulgar display of enthusiasm.
Shut up! growled Tib. go you
foretold our coming. eh?'
"'Sure: had to, to save my hide,
grinned the drummer, happily. or
course It was only con on my part.
but luckily II worked ont all hunkey.
Ais well that ends well, you know.
you needn't be so devilish gay
over IT, snapped Tlb or you'll find
it's sad work to double-cross even the
pretender
"'Oh, come now whined the drum.
mer, You fcllers wouldn't spike poor
mans game! Don't you see. just as
soon az ] get to Beanyllle I'll catch
constable and come back and rescue
you both
"'No ye won't chuckled the guard,
whom we'd forgotten. Cause King
James says ye cant go till after
they've been executed, whatever that
means--for DANCED If do And before
ye go, we're going TO brand the word
traitor on your brow
We'll, that doubled the drummer all
up He tried to bribe the guard to run
up to the corner store and beg the
king to modify the sentence. III give
two dollars II you'll get him to change
his mind and brand me on the leg or
in the newspapers, he offered, hyster-
ically.
odds tomatoesp | whispered to
Tib. but we must leave here in very
sooth
Then what was becoming an ex.
tremely unlovely situation, with the
busy hammers changing away on the
gibbet and the tall Jasper at the win
dow trying to make gimlets in our
legs with his pike, was given new
direction by lusty shout at the front
door and the sound Of a voice crying:
'Hooray! A Monmouth! A Monmouth!
And then the portal was cast down
and my Lord Ezra Somebody bawled
forth: Hello, folkses. Where be ye?
"'Ani come ye in peace here, or
come yc In war? demanded Tib, while
the drummer shtiddered and protested
that our visitors were as welcome as
burglars.
We're friendly. Hooray for Mon.
mouth cried the rabble.
Let the portculis fall and enter,
invited Tib. Then TO me: Don't you
see. we're rescued When the leading
fay hypnotized this weak.minded
chorus into viewing him as his majes-
ty King James, he necessarily supplied
the whole suggestion that is, the
suggestion of Monmouth, exc our re-
ception. The last implied handful OF
supporters, and now Wen leave this
dungeon, raise the west, and the in
sane equation Is completed. James
has created Frankenstein that will
devour him..
Say, knew feller once named
Fleckenstein. He travelled began
the drummer, eagerly; but Hist, vas.
SAL commanded one OF the newcom.
ers, and he histed
The floor grew warm under our
prancing feet as we hurried to leave
the hall. The halberdier leaned In the
window, and, eyeing us curiously,
cried: 'Ye didn't git out by tn winder,
did ye? was told ter guard II, and,
by gum, have!' But he made no
move to stop our passing through the
door, and Tib swore he was man
with heart In his bosom. On the
other side of the keep the volunteer
cabinet makers kept pounding away at
the glbbet and rocked us not, although
one blur whistled with sinister shrill.
ness. Let Erin Remember
Our new captors numbered about
dozen and watched us keenly, al
though accepting Tib as their master.
For when We tried to say goodnight
and sneak away after our wheels they
caused us to hesitate and informed us
we would be piked to death If we
made another break. We've left our
hoein' to stand by ye, an don't ye dast
to caper any warned one.
al trow we shall not part in scorn,
assured Tib.
Then let that tall feiler stop his
rantin',' demonstrated another.
Beshrew me- groaned the drum.
mer, keeping close to us; but say. fel.
lers, this isn't real is Il? I'm still
travelling for the Buffalo house, amt
~
81 don't know why we took any.
body besides Monmouth fer declared
the leader, stopping short and eying
us eyilly. Before this queer spell
come on don't remember as we had
any call ter rescue anybody but Mon.
mouth
Let's kill tn other two. suggested
a corn-haired boy. cheerfully.
Bold' roared Tib. These two
men we all wot of are leal and true.
Who touches hair OF their gray
heads
II snum, but ye're touchy, guess >
broke In the corn.haired youth 1
only want ter do what's right. II ye
don't want EN- killed, say so. | didn't
think 'twould make no difference I'm
sartin no one would miss either on
en-
"We were now clear OF the main
street and apparently leaving the set.
Element, ! had an idea of dodging into