Americus times-recorder. [volume] (Americus, Ga.) 1891-current, 1911-09-05
THE BAR
SINISTER
BY FRED L. YOUNG
Copyright by American Press Asso-
citation. 1911.

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is that titles are not an American in
stitution. What gives them their CLAM
our IS that they are not American.
When on a visit to England l visited
the Earl of Bannerton. We were sit
ting one evening together drinking port
wine and smoking The walls were
covered with portraits of his ancestors,
eve Americans" l said, ENVY you
your family histories, your blood, your
ancestral homes. What a fine thing
1t is to feel that you have pure blue
blood in your veins, especially when
there is no faint in it,
The earl smiled What would you
say" he replied. If told you that my
grandfather was highwayman?'
II should say you were amusing
yourself"
"He was
"a highwayman?"
Yes. Come, I will show you his
portraits and that of his wife, my
grandmother"
He led me into room used exclu-
sively for family Hkenesses and stop
ped before two portraits. a young
man and young woman. The man
must have been extremely handsome.
We sat down, and he told me their
story while l was looking at them as
they were when the events narrated
occurred.
'The young bloods of England in
Olden times were not as vicious in
some respects as they are today. They
drank pretty hard, but they were not
effeminate. When they were not
fighting foreign enemies or engaged in
cruel warfare an outlet was required
for their surplus vitality. One day Sir
Roger Smartleigh was driving on a
road with his daughter Clarissa-the
girl faced lady you see before you
when his coach was stopped A horse
man appeared at the window and de-
manded what he called aims He
was masked, of course. but he had the
manner of a courtier. Captivated by
Clarissa's beauty. he swung his hat
in Difference to her like the hero of a
sixpenny novel Of the present day.
Sir Roger emptied his pockets, holding
out the contents. with his watch. to
the highwayman.
"'Never mind those said the rob
Der. If the young lady will give me
that bit of lace she wears about her
throat will ask no more
"Glad to escape with so little dam
age, Sir Roger babe his daughter give
up her lace. She obeyed like a duti-
full child. handing it to the highway
man.
81 only ask it as a loan he said,
and will bring it to you in person.
eff you do said Sir Roger. you
will be taken and hanged to the high
est giDbet in England
"That prospect will only enhance
the zest of the visit replied the man.
Besides. to see this beautiful girl
once more I would be willing to dan
| gle from a ropes end
"The coach was driven on and the
| highwayman left behind.
Several months after that Sir Roger
and Lady Smartleigh gave masked
| ball. The dancing was at its height
when Clarissa observed a figure dress
ed as a Spanish toreador which seem
ed to her the acme of manly form.
! Determined to discover if possible who
| he was. as soon as the dance was fin
ished she resolved to join him. When
he parted from his partner he made
her bow, sweeping the floor with his
| hat, and she knew there was but one
man in England who could make so
grand salute.
"She stood undecided. her heart beat
ing like a kettledrum, for she knew
the highwayman had come on his
promised visit, and she remembered
| her fathers threat. At the moment
the highwayman turned and. seeing
her, came toward her, thrusting into
| her hand bit of lace. His own hand
! touched hers, and he felt hers trem-
| bic.
THAT touch, that CULVER, precipitat-
ed love affair The man knew she
was trembling for him, and she was
! infatuated by the frightful risk he ran
| to visit her. He drew her hand through
his arm and led her out on to the dim
" lighted terrace.
There was the usual melting of the
! woman under the warm sun of love.
At first she demanded in an assumed
tone of severity what right he had
there, and when the rascal told her
that he had come to see her and die
she threw her arms about him ana
begged him to flee for his life. How
he could fee when she wouldn't let
him go l don't know. Sir Roger had
got a glimpse of the fellow when he
was making his courtly bow and. hav-
ing seen 1t before, knew his guest. lie
made his way through q crowd OF
dancers as fast as he could, but before
he reached his man the latter had dis
appeared, for Clarissa. hearing her fa'
Their roaring and swearing and crying
Where is the villain?' opened her
arms, and the robber was in the gar.
den and over the fence like the boy OF
twenty-five he was.
"Clandestine meetings between the
lovers followed the ball. and a secret
YmarrioCn followed the meetings The