The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1910-04-02

The man hesitated, flung up HIS
head defiantly, then moved slowly for
ward. The flush in his face had
deepened and his eyes flashed angri-
ly; but Ardmore, his cap on the back
Of his head, himself presented figure
80 severe, so eloquent of righteous
indignation, that the stranger tamely
obeyed him.
we will cross the creek right
here" he ordered: Its a pretty jump
there from that boulder-there, that
was bully! Now right along there
over the log-see the trail! Good"
1t was warm and the captive was
perspiring freely. He moved along
docilely. and finding that he mani
tested no inclination to bolt, Ardmore
dropped the revolver to his side, but
with his finger on the trigger.
They soon reached q field where
some laborers were At work, and Ard
more called them to him for instruc-
tions
Boys. this is one Of the timber
thieves: put him in that corn-crib I'M
til l come back for him. The nights
are warm: the sky is perfectly clear;
and you will kindly see that he does
not lack for food"
Two of the men jumped forward and
seized Ardmore's prisoner, who now
broke forth in a torrent of wrath,
struggling vigorously in the hands of
the sturdy fellows who had laid vio-
lent hands on him.
That's right, boys; that's right;
easy there! Now in he goes"
A series of corn-cribs fringed the
field. and into one Of these. from
which half the corn had been removed
the prisoner was thrust sprawlng
upon the yellow ears and when he
rose and flung himself round, the
door Of the corn-crib slammed in his
face. He beloved with rage now, see
ing that his Imprisonment was a seri
GUS matter, and that it seemed likely
to be prolonged indefinitely.
They always told me you were a
fool" he howled, but I didn't know
that anything as crazy as you are was
loose In the world"
Thank you. The head OF your gang
is much more polite. He's sitting on
his case of Chateau Bizct in my wine
cellar, playing solitaire"
"Appleweight in your wine cellar!"
bawled the captive in establishment.
Certainly. was afraid to lock
him In room with bath for fear 1t
might give him hydrophobia; but he's
perfectly content in the wine cellar"
What are you going to do with
him."
Il haven't decided yet Just what to
do with him. but the scoundrel un-
doubtedly belongs In South Carolina.
and I have every intention of making
his own state punish him.
The prisoner leaned heavily against
his prison door and glared out upon
his TALLER with new. fierce interest
Il tell you I've nothing to do with
the Appleweights! don't want to re.
veal my identity to you, you young
peggar; bat l demand my lega'
rights"
'~J NSuA cA ASAoi SCu q
you have no legal rights. for the writ
Of habeas corpus doesn't go here
You seem rather intelligent for barn
burner and timber thief. Come now,
what Is your name?"
The prisoner gazed down upon the
fmperturbable figure of his captor
through the Stats of the corn-crib. Ard
more returned his gaze with his most
bland and child-like air. Many people
had been driven to the point of mad
ness by Ardmore's apparent dullness.
The prisoner realized that he must
launch thunderbolt II he would dis
turb self-possession SO complete-a
tranquility AZ sweet AS the fading
afternoon.
'Mr. Ardmore, dislike to do 1t. but
your amazing conduct makes it nee
essary for me to disclose my identity"
and the mans manner showed real
embarrassment
Il knew It; knew IT," nodded Ard
more, folding his arms across his