Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1909-01-26

purpose. To the left, the road widened
out into grassy patch of common, adorn-
ed with one or two bushes of stunted
brown, and stretched out a dusty arm, to
touch large white gate, which opened
on gloomy, grass-grown avenue winding
right through the heart of the wood. The
Caravan, coming slowly up, was soon
placed in snug position, not far from
the gate, the horse was taken out and suf-
fered to Craze, while Tim, searching
about, found some dry. sticks. and began
TO light q fire. Diving into the Caravan,
the young man re-emerged with camp
stool, on which he sat down. They could
hear the rain family pattering in the
boughs above them, but the spot they had
chosen was quite sheltered and dry.
The fire soon blazed up. Entering the
Caravan in his turn, Tim brought out a
tin kettle full of water, and placed it OF
the fire, preparatory TO making tea. He
was thus engaged when the sound of
horses hoofs was heard along the high
way, and presently the figure of a horse
man appeared, approaching at rapid
trot. As it came near to the group on
the wayside, the horse SHE'D violently,
springing from one side of the road to
the other, so that its rider, dark, mid
dle-aged man, in an old-fashioned cloak,
was almost thrown from the saddle. He
recovered himself, and, refining in the
frightened animal, looked angrily round;
then, seeing the cause of the mischance
he forced his horse, with no small diE-
Guilty. to approach the figures by the IRE.
who are your" he demanded, in harsh,
peremptory tones. What are you doing
here?"
The young man looked up at him with
a smile, but made no reply.
What are you? Migrants? Do you
know this place is private?'
And he pointed with his riding whip to
a printed "Notice !" fixed close t, the gate
upon the stem of a large FIR tree.
Il beg your pardon" said the young
man, with the utmost sang froi1; we
are, | imagine on the queens b ghway
and there. with your permission, We pr
pose to remain for the night"
Struck by the superior manner of the
speaker, the newcomer looked at him in
some surprise, but with no abatement of
his naughty manner. He then glanced at
Tim, who was busy with the kettle. from
Tim to the gray mare, ard from the gray
mare to the house on wheels. The scowl
on his dark face deepened, and he turned
his fierce eyes again on the young man.
"Let me warn you that these grounds
are private. suffer no wandering yaga-
bonds to pass that gate"
May ask your name?' said the Young
man, in the same cool tone, and with the
same quiet smile.
what is my name to your"
"Well, not much only | should like to
know the title of so very amiable a per-
son."
The other condescended to no reply, but
walked his horse toward the gate.
Here. fellow p he CRIED addressing
Tim. "Open this gate for me! y
Don't stir :" said his master. ssLet orr
amiable friend open the gate for HIMSELF
With an angry exclamation the rider
leaped from his saddle, and. still holding
his horses reins, threw the gate wide
open. Then, still leading his horse. he
STROBE over toward the young man, who,
looking up, saw that he was nearly six
feet high, and very powerfully built.
"NIy name is Monk, q Monkshurst,"
he said. I've a good mind to teach you
TO remember il"
Don't be afraid" was the reply.
Monk, of Monkshurst? / shall be GER
tain not to forget it, Mr.. Monk. -of Monks
hurst Tim, is the water boiling?"
For-a moment Mr.. Monk, as he called
himself, seemed ready to draw his riding
whip across the young mans face, but,
conquering himself, he surveyed him from
head to foot with savage anger. Nothing
daunted, the young man returned his stare
with something very like supreme con-
tempt At last. muttering beneath his
breath, Mr.. Monk turned away, and, lead
ing his horse into the avenue, closed the
gate. and remounted but even then he
did not Immediately depart, but remained
for some minutes, seated in the saddle
scowling over at the encampment.
Thus occupied. his face and figure set
in the gloomy frame work of the trees,
he looked even more forbidding than be-
fore. His face, though naturally hand
some. was dark and tempestuous with pas
sions, his eyes deep set and fierce, his
clean-shaven jaw square and determined
For the rest, his black hair, which was
thickly mixed with iron gray, fell almost
to his shoulders, and his upper lip was
covered with an iron-gray mustache.
At last, as if satisfied with his scrutiny,
Mr. Monk turned his horse round with
a fierce jerk of the rein, and rode rapidly
away in the shadow of the wood.