The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1910-04-09
,g their prisoner safely in jail.


ing for him." suggested Collins.
Cooke impatiently babe 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 re-
mains to his wife's family at Turner's.
I shall be his grief-stricken widow"
The guards already had Apple
weight 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 her own sugges-
ton Jerry dismounted and climbed
into the wagon, where she sat on the
side board. with her head deeply
bowed as though in grief.
Pretty picture OF a sorrowing Wild
ow." mumbled Collins. Ardmore
punched him in the ribs to make him
stop laughing. To the quick step of
walking horses ahead of them was
leather. 'N"
Hello. there!" yelled Cooke, wish
ing to take the initiative.
"Hey-O!" answered voice, and all
was still.
Give up the road: we're taking a
body into Turner's to catch the morn
ing train" called Cooke
Who's dead?"
Zone of Ardmores Dutchmen. Ship
ping the corpse back to Germany"
The party ahead of them paused as
though debating the case.
The north-bound party was a blur
in the road. Their horses shifted and
moved restlessly about as their riders
conferred.
Give us the road" shouted Cooke.
I'VE haven't much time to catch our
train"
who did you say was dead?"
Karl Schmidt" returned Paul
promptly.
Ardmore's heart sank. fearful lest
an inspection of the corpse should be
proposed. But at this moment wall,
eerie and heart-breaking, rose and fell
dismallS upon the night. 1t was Jer-
ry mourning her dead husband, her
slight figure swaying back and forth
over his body in an abandon of grief.
de poor vid0w-she be nit u.s."
called out big Paul forsaking his u.s.
ual excellent English for cultural dia-
lect.
who are you afellows?" demanded
Cooke. squirting his horse forward.
| The horsemen, to his surprise, seemed
to draw back, and he heard a voice
speak out sharply. followed by a re-
grouping of the riders at the side of
the road. ta
eve been to a dance at Turner's,
and air goin' back home to Kildare"
came the reply.
Ardmore to Collihs.
Thus" muttered Collins, Gin the
midst of death we are in lfe," and
this, reaching Jerry, caused her to
bend over the corpse at her feet as
though in a convulsive spasm of sor,
row, whereupon, 10 add color to their
story, Paul r,lmbled off few consola
tory sentences in German.
Give lis the road!" commanded
Cooke, and without further parley
they started ahead, closing about the
| wagon to diminish as far as possible,
the size of the caravan. Paul kept
| the horses at walk, as became their
sad errand. and Jerry continued to
weep dolorously.
They passed the horsemen at a
slight rise in the rolling road The
party bound for Turner'S moved stead
lily forward. the horsemen huddled
about the wagon. with Jerry's led
horse between Ardmore and Collins
at the rear. AT the top of the knoll
hung the returning dancers. we'll to
the left of the road, permitting with
due respect the passing Of the f,lner.
| al party. One Of them, Ardmore could
| have sworn. lifted his hat until the
wagon had passed. Then some one
| called good night. and. looking back,
Ardmore saw them-a dozen men. he
| judged-regain the road and quietly
resume their journey toward Kildare.
Pretty peaceable for fellows
who've been attending dance" sug-
gested Collins, craning his neck to
I look after them.
"One fellow lifted his hat as we
| passed, and ] thought"
! well, what did you think, Mr. Ard
more?" demanded Cooke impatiently.
well, 1T may seem strange, but |
thought there was something about
that chap that suggested Grissy.'
They paused to allow Jerry to re-
sumo her horse, and one OF the de-
tectives Joined in the conference to
venture his opinion that the men they
had passed were in uniform. They
looked like militia to me-" and as he
was a careful man. Cooke took note
Of his remark, though he made no
comment
But as they moved on toward Tur-
ner's, Ardmore was still troubled over
what had seemed to him the remark
able Partisan courtesy Of the return
ing reveler who had lifted his hat as
the corpse passed. Grissy, Re kept
| saving over and over to himself was