The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1910-08-20
What kind Of a jug ."

What kind Of Jug"
"A little brown jug from Kildare
Thus Mr.. Thomas Ardmore tested
his pickets with a shibboleth of his
own devising The sturdy militiamen
OF North Carolina patroled the north
ern bank of Raccoon creek at mid
night aware that riotous food alone
separated them from their foes.
The terraces at Ardsley bristled with
the guns of the First Light battery.
while, upon cot in the wine cellar
beneath. Mr.. Bill Appleweight. alias
Poteet, slept the sleep of the just.
He was rudely aroused. however. at
one O'Clock in the morning by Ard
more, Cooke and Collins. and taken
out through the kitchen to one of the
Ardsley farm wagons. Big Paul held
the reins, and four of Cookies deteo-
ives We're mounted as escort Ard
more, Cooke and Collins We're to ac-
company the party as board of
strategy in the movement upon Tur-
ner Court House. South Carolina.
Appleweight, the terror of the bor-
der. blnked at the lanterns that fash
ed about him in the courtyard He
ment. and even now he yielded him
self docilely to the inevitable. His
capture in the first instance at Mount
Nebo had been clear enough. and he
could have placed his hand on the
men who did it If he had been free
for a couple of hours This he had
pondered over his solacing solitaire as
he sat on the case of Chateau Bizet
in the Ardsley wine cellar: but the
subsequent events had been altogeth-
er too much for him. He had been
taken from his original captors by a
girl, and while the ignominy of this
was not lost on the outlaw his wits
had been unequal to the further fact
which he had no ground for disbe-
1ieving that this captivity within the
walls of Ardslcv had been due to a
daughter OF that very governor of
North Carolina whom he had counted
his friend
The road between Kildare and Tur-
ner's is fairly good announced Cooke.
though We've got to travel four miles
to strike it GriswDld evidently thinks
that holding the creek is all there is
of this business. and he won't find
out till morning that We've crawled
round his line and placed Appleweight
In Jail at Turner's where he belongs.
You must have a gooo story ready
for the press. Collins" said Ardmore.
1.-THE North Carolina border counties
don't want Appleweight injured, and
Gov. Dangerfield don't want any harm
TO come to him-you may be sure OF
time long ago"
Gentlemen, it was very impolite
of you not TO tell me you were ready
to start," and Jerry came briskly
from the side entrance. dressed for
the saddle and nibblng a biscuit
But you are not to go, / thought
that was understood" cried Ardmore.
1T may have been understood by
you, MIR Ardmore. but not by me, l
should never forgive myself if, after
all the trouble have taken to
straighten out this little matter. l
should not be in at the finish. Will
you kindly get me a horse?"
Miss Dangertield's resolution was
not to be shaken. and few minutes
Later the party moved out from the
courtyard. Cooke rode several hun
dred yards ahead; then two detectives
preceded the wagon. in which Apple
weight sat on a cross-seat with two
more of Cookies men on a seat just
behind him. He was tied and gagged
and an old derby hat tsupplied by
Paul. had been clapped upon the side
of his head at an angle that gave
him jaunty air belied by his bonds
Tho Igh his tongue was silenced, his
eyeA were at once eloquent of won