Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1910-09-14

On the Road to Turner's.
WHO goes there?"
"A Jug"
What kind of a jug?"
"A little brown Jug from Kildare"
Thus Mr.. Thomas Ardmore tested
MS pickets with a shibboleth of his
own devising. The sturdy militiamen
or North Carolina patroled the north
ern bank OF Raccoon creek at mid
night, aware that riotous flood alone
Separated them from their foes.
The terraces at Ardsley bristled with
the guns OF the First Light battery,
while. upon a 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
Ardsiey farm wagons Big Paul held
the Retns. and four Of Cookies detect
Ives were mounted as escort. Ard
more. Cooke and Collins were to &C.
company the party as board Of
strategy in the movement upon Tur-
ner Court House. South Carolina.
Appleweight, the terror Of the Dor
der, blinked at the lanterns that flash
ed about him in the courtyard He
had been numbed by his imprison
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 1t If he had been free
Tor 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.
lieving. that this captivity within the
walls Of Ardsley 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-
neFs is fairly good" announced Cooke.
though we've got to travel four milss
to strike it. Griswold evidently thinks
that holding the creek is all there ia
or THO 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 NUT have a good story ready
for the press, Collins said Ardmore.
The North Carolina border counties
NJ
Gov. Dangerfeld don't want any harm
90 come to him-you may be sure of
that. or Bill would have been doing
time long ago"
Gentlemen. il was worry impolite
OF you not 10 tell me you we're ready
TO start" and Jerry came brfskIv
from the side entrance. dressed for
the saddle and nibbllng "A biscuit
But you are not TO go, thought
that was understood" cried Ardmore
Il may Dave been understood nv,
you. MIR Arnmore, but not by me,
should never forgive myself n. after
all the trouble have taken TO
straighten out this little matter. (
should not be In at the finish. VIII
you Kindly get me a horse?"
Miss Dangerfeld'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 detectiyeg
preceded the wagon, In which Apple.
weight sat on a cross-seat with two
more OF Cookies men on a seat lust
behind him. He was tied and gagged
and an old derby hat (supplied by
Paul. had been clapped upon the side
OF hts head at an angle that gave
him a jaunty air belied by bis bonds
Though bis tongue was silenced. his
eyes we're at once eloquent Of won