Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1912-01-10


sage. Wayne believes Edith Brennan to
be the wife of Maj Brennan. He is given
the choice of revealing the Lee message
or Of being shot as 4 spy. He Is rescued
by Jed Bungay.
CHAPTER xIII.-continued.
That he meant every word he spoke
felt convinced, and his enthusiasm
was contagious. My blood leaped
within me at this call to action; all
lethargy fled, and with it every dead
ening thought CT her who had so sud-
denly woven about me the meshes of
her power. False or true, maid, wife,
or widow, my duty as soldier to my
commander and the army to which
belonged, blotted out all else. Even
as this new rush of determination
swept over me. above US there
sounded clearly the dashing music o:
a military band in the strains Of a
Strauss waltz, and we could dis
tinguish the muffled shuffling of many
feet on the caken floo: overhead.
Caton's chance remark about the great
ball to be given that evening by off,
GERS Of the headquarters staff recur-
red to my memory.
THAT dancing up there will help US,
jed caid quickly. my mind now
active to grasp ever detail. You
say there is chance for escape from
your cell? Then give me your hand,
and help me to crawl through that
hole"
1t was narrow squeeze for a man
OF my size, yet crept through with.
out great difficulty, al :. found myself
II the dense darkness of room
which, as I judged hastily from feel.
ing about me, was similar in shape
and extent to the one H. which / had
been confined. Bungay, however, per-
naitted me little time for exploration.
Grasping me firmly by the arm, and
feeling his way along the wall, he
CROPPED across to the other side.
There's a mighty big stone chimbly
comes down yere, Cap" he whispered
An Their openin' ter take out SCOT an
ashes is up thar, jist blow the1
fluer. It's sheet-iron pan, reckon
Their way it feels; an it must be thar
they put a niger in ter clean ther
chimbly whin it gifts stuffed up.
could git up thar alone, but couldn't
% no work, but tibet thar pan ought
ter cum out all right. Dew We think
We cud hor me up, Cap? I'm purt,
durn heavy"
smiled in the darkness at the lit
tic fellows egotism, and lifting him a,
l might a child, poised him light,
upon my shoulder. He struggled 8
moment to steady himself against thu
wall, and then l could feel him tug
ging eagerly at something which an
peared to yield slowly to his efforts
AS he worked, dense shower of dus,
and SCOT caused me to close nv ewes
She's a comm all right" he said
cheerfully, putting with his exertions
but l reckon as how thi: chimbl,
amt bin cleaned out since Their wal
begun. Hold up yer right han, Can
an git blame good grip on her, fe,
she's almighty full, anil wanter e
down sorter easy like
l did as he suggested, bracing my
self to meet his movements, as h&
stood straining on my shoulders, ant
in another moment had succeeded
in lowering the large sheet-iron pal
silently to the floor.
Room 'nough yere fer two men te,
oncet," chuckled my companion, IL
rare delight. 1.-The chief in silenc,
strobe before Yere goes"
His weight left my shoulders; Their,
was slight scramble, another shove,
of dirt, then the sound Of his yofc,
once more.
Lift up yer hans, Cap; dig in ye1
toes on Their stones, an we'll beei1
our VICE."
He grasped my wrists with ,
strength which I had no conceptio,
the little fellow possessed. There wa
moments breathless struggle, an,
/ squirmed through the opening, an,
lay painting on the flat slabs which
composed the foot Of tho great funnel
TO afford me more room Bungay ha,
gone up little. finding foot-lodgmen
upon the uneven stones of which tn,
chimney was constructed. For a mo
ment We rested thus motionless, boil
breathing heavily and listening to tn,
music and shuffling of feet now almos
upon level with our heads.
The noise, which was strong an,
continuous, rendered discovery from
any misstep highly improbable, and a
delay was dangerous neither Of US wa
disposed to linger long.
BE ye all ready, Cap?" questione,
Bungay, bending his head down. "Fe
II ye be, I'm a goin' up"
An right" answered, strugglin,
to my knees in the narrow space
'only take it slow, Jed. I'm a tiff
bigger man than you, and this i
rather close quarters"
wal, yes, maybe a matter of
poun' Or two" he retorted, and the mex
moment I could hear him scrapip
his way upward, feeling for foothol
upon The irregular layers Of stone:
followed, pressing my knees firml
against ths rough vail, and rustin