Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1909-03-11

do not believe the creature cast a
thought upon me, my wants, my suf-
ferings, my peril. Watt, if she shows
her ugly face here again, stand
against the door and say, Not at
| home
Dear Martin, we will go as soon as
you are well enough to leave
Whittier are we to go? I cannot
join old Barrel and his wife and
monkeys and babies and walking
sticks of actors, as long as he is in
the county. would go to Bristol or
Bath or Cheltenham # I had money,
but these misery Jordans will not
find me any. They want to drive me
away without first lining my pocket.
know what was meant by those cold
slabs of mutton, today. 1t meant, go
away. wait till they give me money
Dear Martin, you must not be in.
considerate'
I glory in it. WHAT narm comes of
it? 1t IS your Iong-headed, prudent
prophets who get into scrapes and
can't get out of them again. I never
calculate: act on impulse, and that
always brings me right
Not always, Martin, or you would
not be here
%, yes, even here. When the i'm
pulse comes on me to go, I shall go.
and you will find go at theright time.
If that Miss Jordan comes here again
with her glum, ugly mug, I shall be
off. Or Jasper, looking as if the end
of the world were come. can't stand
that. See how cleverly I got away
from Princes Town
I helped you, Martin
I do not pretend that I did all my
self. I did escape, and brilliantly
executed manoeuvre it was. thought
l was caught in a cleft stick when I
dropped on the party of beaks at the
Hare and Hounds" but see how
splendidly I got away. I do believe
Watt, I've missed my calling, and
ought to have been general in the
British army
But, dear Martin, generals have to
scheme other things besides running
away
None of your impudence, you jack
anapes I tell you I do not scheme.
I act on the spur of the moment. II
I had lain awake a week planning
could have done nothing better. Tho
inspiT alton comes to me the moment
I require it. Your vulgar man always
: does the wrong thing when an emer
gency arises. By heaven, Watt! this is
a dogs life I am leading, and not
worth living. I am shivering The
damp worms into ones bones. I shall
go out on the Rock
%, Martin, stay here, It is warmer
in this hut. A cold wind blows
Tt is midwinter here, and can't be
more Siberia-like out there. I am
sick of the smell of dry leaves. I am
tired of looking at withered sticks.
The monotony of this place is unen,
durable. l wish were back in prison.
I will play my violin to amuse you
said the boy.
Curse your fiddle, do not want to
have that squeaking in my ears; be,
sides, it is sure to be out of tune with
the damp, and screw up as you may
before you have gone five bars it is
fiat again. Why has Eve not been
here to tell me of what she saw in
PIymouth?'
ny dear Martin, you must con.
slider. She dare not come here. You
pannNf 1yonTl Nyop bo,,c0 orz co15
round cards of invitation, with "Mr
Martin Babb at home
I don't care. shall go on the Rock,
and have a fire.
A fireH exclaimed Watt, aghast.
Why not? I am cold, and my rheu-
matism is worse. I won't have rheu-
matte fever for you or all the Jor-
dams and Jaspers in Devonshire'
I entreat you, be cautious. Re
member you are in hiding. You have
already been twice caught
Because on both occasions I ran
into the hands of the police. The
first time I attempted no concealment
l did not think my father would have
been such a-such a pig as to send
them after me. I'll tell you what, my
boy, there is no generosity and honor
anywhere. They are like the wise
teeth that come, not to be used, but
to go, and 60 painfully Then he
burst out of the hut, and grooming
and cursing scrambled through the
cOppice to the Raven Rock.
Walton vyrow too vr-oI1 +bo+ WHOM b;e
brother had resolved on anything
however outrageous, it was in vain
for him to attempt discussion. He
therefore accompanied him up the
steep slope and through the bushes,
lending him a hand and drawing the
boughs back before him, till he
reached the platform of rock.
The signs of autumn were apparent
everywhere. Two day before they
had not been visible. The bird-cherry
was turning; the leaves of the dog,
wood were royal purple, and those
at the extremity of the branches were
carmine. Here and there unbel1ifer.
Gus plants had turned white; all the
sap was withdrawn, they were
b,eached at the pro pect Of the com
ing decay of nature. The heather and
dOnned its pale flowers; but there had
no brightness in the puppies and
pinks, they were the puppies and
pinks not Of sunfiush, but of chill. A
scent of death pervaded the air. The
fox-gloves had lowered up their long