The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1911-05-17

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II was, your majesty"
you are still Captain Organ. You
have ready tongue, but such tongues
often tell more than the plain truth
Your own loyalty wants proving, and
your recruits wants showing. Let me
trust you both. and. you. Captain
Organ. shall have nothing to com
plain Of" And with wave Of his
| hand be dismissed us.
Organs lodging was in the lower
part Of the city. in a building abutting
upon the walls.
! he ID Bridget before saw her.
who's therey" she shouted as we
entered.
Dennis. me darlin'." was the an.
swer.
Bridget was n tall, large boned wo
man, with big hands and feet which
she gave the impression of being
rather proud Of. for her short. tight
fitting skirt showed off the one. and
her sleeves. being rolled halfway up
the arms. did not lessen the magnitude
of the other. Her features were angu-
luis utl Uidth uuil lunEltu. anu ntl
eyes, which admit were fine. had
little gentleness in them. OF senti-
ment she could know nothing. She
stood facing us, her hands on her hips.
you've come back, them
Yes" said Organ meekly. had
never heard him speak like 1t before.
And what have you got to say for
yourselfT'
"It's long story, Bridget" he said
suddenly
"Trust you for that"
you don't seem very pleased 70 see
me-" he went on in an injured tone.
1--WE been living chiefly in prison since
saw you last. | looked for a good
meal and then to telling you my story"
Tell me first who is this you have
with your"
''He is one of the kings guards now.
| brought him back with me. / cap
tured him."
That's good beginning to tale,
indeed You could no more capture
him than you can make a fool of me.
Is he looking for a good meal too?'
III you please. Bridget.
"Well, you can have what I've got,
which isn't much. You've never done
over your share of the providing. Den
mis-. but I've missed the little you did
do. Mind, you're not forgiven. I'll
feed you, and I'll hear your tale. If
the tale doesn't please me, out you go.
I'm going to have no more nonsense
After the meal came the tale. The
king had been satisfied with q little
compared to what Organ thought
necessary to set Bridget's suspicious
at rest. But he pleased her not the
least by telling her how much he had
talked of her to me. This was one of
the few truths the whole story had
contained, and | willingly Endorsed it.
The following day | was introduced
to my comrades of the kings guard.
1t CHANGED that my duties took me to
the fortress, and since Costa, with
whom l had to do, had taken liking
to me l saw more than l should have
done in an ordinary way.
AS Costa showed me what he was
pleased to term some of the things of
interest, did not wonder that Organ
spoke of the fortress of Yadasara
with respect. Here were instruments
of torture not on show-not diabolical
inventions Of the past exhibited for
the present to shudder at, but ma
chimes which had been used only a
few days ago and might be used again
tomorrow.
Costa opened heavy door. and a
damp atmosphere met us. He took a
key and, going to slab in one corner
of the floor. unlocked it and lifted the
slab by ring which was fastened in
its center
"For dead men," he said. pointing
down.
A smooth slide went down at an
angle, and as | bent over to look l
could hear the faint sound Of water
washing restlessly.
Unto the river?" l asked.
Eyes. From many of these dungeons
there is such an exit. They lead into
one big shaft which goes deep into the
water under the rock"
And so out into the riverT'
Sometimes. If the weight attached
to the body to keep it down should
slip off the body might rise in the
river. l heard of one case. If you
should ever cease to be loyal make
friends with the eXecutioners. They
can bungle their work and kill quick
ly."
Only one ambition had Ito learn
the way out of Drussenland. That
evening In the guardroom | brought
the conversation round to the subject
with two or three of my comrades.
carefully. of course. not to excite won
der
"There was the sound of water,
remember" said one Organ had said
the same.
Running waterT'
"NO. falling water"
remembered the waterfall that
poor Mustapha and | had started out