The Glenwood post., 1912-08-24

u them, and warn you not to trust
such blindly. Other men have thought
Tie same, an found out they read
wrongly when the end came-ay!
many of them. When she WAS but a
slip of lass found out her eyes
played merry tricks. an yet love her
"a though she were my own daughter.
An she's good girl in spite Of all
the mischief in her"
And she is TRULY a loyalist?'
IF not, know no better The rebel
blood is all In the boy 30 far as can
learn, yet l will not answer for what
Mistress Claire might do"
We fell silent, my memory with the
g1rl. endeavoring to recall her exact
words, the expression of her face. 1t
was not in my heart to believe she had
deceived me.
had almost forgotten where I was,
~ well as the presence of my com.
panion. when he suddenly arose to his
feet, and. pushing aside the wooden
window shutter, looked out. A glance
of his keen eyes was sufficient.
Get back into your box, Major" he
exclaimed quickly. Pull the papers
over you"
was upon my feet, conscious of the
distant sound of horses hoofs.
What is it? The enemy?"
Rangers; fifty of them, Judge. an
they'll never pass here without rum.
maging around. Quick now. under COW
er"
lNVt .hot Oh o1f
Don't worry about me; those fel.
lows haven't any evidence against me
yet They're after you"
! was through the intervening door
with bound and an instant later had
burrowed under the crumpled papers.
The shifting of the Sun had left this
corner of the repair shop in shadow,
but l was scarcely outstretched in my
hastily improvised hiding place, when
I heard the blacksmith calmly open
his outer door, where he stood smok-
ing, clad in leathern apron, awaiting
the approaching horsemen. They
swept about the corner Of the smithy
almost at the same moment, pulling
up their tired horses at sight Of him.
From amid the thud Of hoofs, and the
rattle Of accoutrements, a voice spoke
Sharply
$50 you're hers Farrell. you old
rebel hypocrite. Well. what are you
hiding now?"
II was not aware that l had any
thing to hide, Captain Grant," was the
dignitied response. This is my shop,
an where l should be-"
"Oh. hell! We all know you well
enough, you old fox. and We'll catch
you red-handed yet, and hang you
But we're not hunting after your kind
today. Did you see anything Of a fel.
low in sarlet jacket along here last
night or this morning?"
l failed to catch Farrells answer
but the voice Of the officer was suf.
hciently loud to reach me.
| "a rebel spy; the sneaking rascal
must have swan the Delaware. We'll
look about your shop just the same
before we ride on. Mason, take half
dozen men with you, and rake the
place over"
| heard the sound of their boots on
the floor, and burrowed lower in my
pDA. WI VI lhlcS SHlSltu lut olu
shop, and began to probe about among
the debfis. One kicked the box in
which l lay, and thrust a bayonet
down through the loose papers, barely
missing my shoulder. With teeth
clinched l remained breathless, but
the fellow seemed satisfied, and moved
On, after searching the dark corner
beyond. At last ! heard them all &C
out, mumbling to each other, and ven
tured to sit up again, and draw fresh
breath They had left the door ajar
and had glimpse through the crack
Farrell was leaning carelessly in the
outer doorway, smoking, his short legs
wide apart, his expression one Of tota'
Indifference. A big fellow stepped
past him, and saluted some one just
out of sight.
CONTINUED next week.)