The Washington herald., 1909-10-24

task TO dance between law-and-order SEN
timent and the loud cursing Of his border
constituents. The possibilities Of this
rumpus grow on me. Ardmore."
There is no rumpus. Mr.. Collins said
Jerry over her shoulder. THE governor
Of North Carolina is merely giving ex-
preston to his civic pride and virtue"
Leaving Ardsley. they followed dis
NAL stretch Of road until they reached
the highway that connects Turner'S and
Kildare.
It's going TO be morning pretty soon
We must get the prisoner into Turner
by o'clock. Trot 'em up. Paul, ordered
Cooke
They were all in capital spirits now,
with a fairly good road before them, lead
ing straight 10 Turner'S, and with no
expectation of any trouble In landing
their prisoner safely in jail. wide
publication OF the fact that Appleweighi
had been dragged from North Carolina
and locked in a South Carolina jail would
have the effect Of clearing Gov. Danger
fields skirts OF any completely with the
border outlaws, while at the same time
making possible a plausible explanation
by Gov. Dangerfeld TO the men In the
hills Of the contemplate conduct of the
governor Of South Carolina in erectinG
the arrest OF their great chief.
They We're well into South Carolina
territory now, and were jogging on at
sharp trOt. when suddenly Cooke turned
back and halted the wagon.
There's something coming-wait"'
Maybe Bills friends are out looking
for him." suggester Collins.
''Or II may be Grissy." cried Ardmore
In sudden alarm
Your professor IS undoubtedly asleer
In his camp on the Raccoor." replied Col
Inns contemporary. do not be alarmed
Mr., Ardmore."
Cooke impatiently bade them be quiet
IF we're accosted, what shall we say?'
he asked
Wen say" replied Jerry instantly
that one Of the laborers at Ardsley is
dead. and that We are taking his remains
20 his wife's family at Turner's. 1 shall
be his grief-stricken widow
The guards already had Appleweighi
down on the floor Of the wagon, where
| one Of them sat on his feet to make sure
he did not create a disturbance. At hel
own suggestion Jerry dismounted and
climbed into the wagon. where she sai
on the side board, with her head deeply
bowed as though in grief
Pretty picture Of a sorrowing widow.
mumoled Collins. Ardmore punched him II
the ribs 70 make him stop laughing tt
the quick step OF walking horses aheaS
OF them was now added the whisper anC
creak Of leather.
Hello. there" yelled Cooke, wishing Z
/ take the initiative
/ "Hey-Or' answered a voice, and al
was still.
Give us the road: we're taking a bod,
into Turner'S to catch the morning train.
called Cooke.
Who's dead?'
"One Of Ardmore's Dutchmen. Shippinl
! the corpse back to Germany"
! The party ahead OF them paused a
| though debating the case.
The northbound party was a blur in N
4 road. Their horses smiled and moves
restlessly about as their riders con
I ferred
Give us the road"' shouted Cooke
| I'VE haven't much time 20 catch on
! train"
Who did you say was dead?"
/ Karl Schmidt" returned Paul prompt
ArdmOre's heart sunk, fearful lest a
inspection OF the corpse should be pro
posed But az this moment a wall eeri
I and heart-breaking, rose and fell dismal
ly upon the night II was Jerry mourn
ing her dead husband. her slight figur
swaying back and forth over his body &
/ an abandon OF grief
DE poor vidOw-she be NIT US" Gale
out big Paul, forsaklng his usual ca
cellent English for cultural dialect
who are you fellows?" dernande
Cooke. spurring his horse forward tn
hOrsemen. 70 HIS surprise. seemed {
draw back. and he heard n voice spea
out sharply. followed by a regroupin
Of the riders at the side OF the road
I'VE been 20 a dance at Turner's. an