Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1908-12-31
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How folks do talk!'
is it true, Jane?'
Well sir, l won't deny US have been
keeping company, and on Sunday went
to a love-feast together
That is well said Mr.. Jordan earn
estly with his wild eyes cleaning.
Quick, before my daughter comes.
Stand nearer. No one must hear.
Would you do Joseph a good turn to
get him sergeantry?'
o please, siT!'
Then run as fast as you can TO
TavistOck.'
Please, sir, l dursnt. 1t be night
and it's uncanny over the moor
Then leave it, and I will send some
one else, and you will lose your lover
What do you want me to do, sir?
wouldn't have that neither
Then run to Tayistock, and tell
Joseph Woodman to communicate at
once with the warder of the Princes
Town JAIL and bid him bring suffic-
lent men with him, and come here,
and | will deliver into their hands a
runaway convict, a man who broke
out Of jail not long ago
please, sir, where is he? LaWk
sirl What if he were on the moor as
/ went over it?
Never mind where he is. l will pro
duce him at the right moment Above
l-Jane-remember this, not a word
,ix NTr M
to Miss Barbara Go secretly, and go
at once. Hush! Here she comes.
barbara entered A light is in his
window she said. Then her father
laughed, and shut his hands.
So he muttered. so l shall snap
him.
When her father was composed and
seemed inclined TO sleep, Bargara left
his room, and went out of the house.
She needed to be by herself. Her bos-
ON heaved She had so much to
think Of so many troubles had come
upon her, the future was dark, the
present uncertain
If she were in the house she would
not be able to enjoy the quiet for
which she craved, in which to com
pose the tumult of her heart, and ar
range her ideas. There she was sure
to be disturbed; a maid would ask for
a duster or another bunch of candles,
the cook would send to announce that
the chimney of the kitchen was out of
order, the SCOT or mortar was falling
down it; the laundrymaid would ask
for soap; Eve would want to be
amused. Every other minute she
would have some distTacting
though triAing matter forced on her.
She must be alone. Her heart yearned
for it. She would not go to the
Rock, the association with it was
painful 1t was other with the moor
Morwell Down open to every air, with
out a tree behind which an imp might
Turk and boot and make mOws.
Accordingly, without saying word
to anyone. Barbara sto,e along the
Zane to the moor.
That was a sweet summer night.
The moon had not risen, the stars were
in the sky, not many for the heaven
was not dark, but suffused with lost
sunlight. To the east lay the range Of
Dartmoor mountains, rugged and
grey; to the west, peaked and black
against silver, the Cornish tors. But
all these heights on this night were
scintillating with golden moving spots
of fire. The time had come for what
Is locally called 'swaling, that is, fir
ing the windbrakes. II places half a
hill side was faxed with red flame,
then it fIared yellow, then died away.
Clouds of smoke tinged with fire re
Election from below, rolled away be-
fore the wind When the cOnfagration
reached a dense and tree-liBe mass
of gorse the flame rose in a column, or
wavered like a golden tongue. Then,
when the material was exhausted and
no contiguous brake continued the
fire, the confagration ended, and left
only a patch of dull glowing scarlet
ember.
Barbara leaned against the last
stone hedge which divided moor from
field, and looked at the moving lights
without thinking of the beauty and
wilderness of the spectacle. She was
stepped in her own thoughts, and was
never at any time keenly alive to the
beautiful and the fantastic.
She thought of Jasper. She had
lost all faith in him. He was false
and deceitful What could she believe
about that meeting on the Raven
Rock? He might have convinced her
father that he was not there. He
could not convince her. What was to
be done? Would her father betray the
man.. He was i'll now and could do
nothing Why was Jasper so obstinate
as to refuse to leave. Why? Because
he was infatuated with Eve.
On that very down it was that Jas
per had been thrown and nearly
killed If only he had been killed
outright Why had she nursed him so
carefully? Far better to have left
him on the moor to die. How dare
he aspire to Eve? The touch of his
hand carried a faint. Her brain was
dark, yet, like the landscape, full of
wandering sparks of fire. She could
not think clearly. She could not feel
'cOmposedIy. Those moving, wavering
fires, now rushing up in sheaves of
fame, now falling into a sul3en glow,
burnt on the sides of solid mountains,
but her fiery thoughts that sent
blaze into her cheek and eye, and then