Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1908-09-30

do a little good III Tie world, TO 10
something for Austria- such things are
to the souls credit. Oscar" And then
Armitage's mood changed, and he had
begun chatting in n fashion that was
beyond Oscars comprehension.
The little soldier rode over the hills
to Lamar STATEN In the waning spring
twilight. asked ut the telegraph oiiico
for messages. stuffed Armitage's mail
Into his rockets at the postoffice and
turned home as the moonlight poured
down the slopes and flooded the val
leys.
At the gate of the hunting park
grounds he bent forward in the saddle
to lift the chain that held 1t, urged his
horse inside. bent down to refasten it.
and rs his fingers clutched the iron n
man rose in the shadow of the little
lodge and clasped him about the mid
die. The iron chain swung free and
ratified against the post, and the horse
snortcd with fright. then at word
from Oscar was still. There was the
barest second of waiting. in which the
long arms frightened and the great
body of his assailant hung heavily
about him; then he dug spurs into the
horses tanks. and the animal leaped
forward, with snort of rage; jumped
out of the path and tore away through
the woods.
Oscars whole strength was taxed to
hold his seat as the burly figure thump-
ed against the horse's TANKS. He had
hoped to shake the man off, but the
great arms still clasped him The sit
uatiOn could not last Oscar took adj
vantage of the moonlight to choose a
spot in which to terminate it. He had
his bearings now. and as they crossed
an opening In the wood he suddenly
loosened his grip on the horse and
flung himself backward. His assail-
ant, no longer supported, rolled to the
ground, with Oscar ON top of him, and
the freed horse galloped away toward
the stable
A rough and tumble fight now fol
lowed. Oscars 1.-THE. vigorous body
,writhed in the grasp of his antagonist,
now free. now clasped by giant arms.
They saw each others faces plainly in
the clear moonlight. and> ut breathless
pauses in the struggle their eyes main
tanned the state Of war. At one in
slant, when both men lay with arms
interlocked, half lying on their thighs
Oscar Kissed in the giants ear:
You are Servian. 1t is an ugly
race"
And the Servian cursed him in n
fierce growl
I'VE expected You. You are bad
hand with the knife" grunted Oscar.
and, feeling the bellowslike chest be-
side him expand as though in prepara-
ton for renewal of the fight, he sud-
denly wrenchcd himself free of the
Servlan's grasp, leaped away dozen
PAGES to the shelter of a great pine
and turned, revolver in hand.
Throw up your handsw he yelled.
The Servian fired without pausing for
aim, the shot ringing out sharply
through the wood. Then Oscar dis
charged his revolver three times In
quick succession, and while the dis
charges were still keen on the air he
drew quickly back to clump of I'M
derbrush and crept away dozen yards
to watch events. The Servian, with
his eyes fixed upon the tree behind
which his adversary had sought shell
ter, grew anxious and thrust his head
forward warily.
Then he heard Il sound as of some
one running through the wood to the
left and behind him. but still the man
he had grappled OH the horse made no
sign. 1t dawned upon him that the