Licking Valley courier. [volume] (West Liberty, Ky.) 19??-current, 1912-06-13

Hopeiessness Of Any Attempt at
Breaking Out.
open, without word, and ] was led
down into the basement. The flicker
ing candle yielded but gllmpses OF
great rooms, beautifully decorated,
and, almost before | realized what was
occurring, / had been thrust into q
square apartment, the door behind me
closed and locked. The two guards
left the sputtering candle, perhaps
third burned, behind, and ] heard them
stumbling back through the darkness
to the foot Of the stairs. glanced
about curiously, shaking the loosened
rope from my wrists, my mind instant
.ly revertiug to the chance of escape.
Whoever these fellows might be, what
evkr their purpose, j had no intention
ofkemaining in their hands a moment
longer than necessary. Somehow their
silence, their mysterious movements,
had impressed me with a strange feel
ing Of fear which / could not analyze.
l could not believe myself mere pris-
oner of war, but rather as being held
fer some private purpose yet to be re-
vealed. Yet the room offered little
promise. 1t was nearly square, the
waIIs Of stone solldly imbcdded in
mortar, the door Of oak, thickly stud
ded with nails, and the two small win
dows protected by thick iron bars. 1t
was n cell so strong that a single
glance about convinced me Of the hope
lessness Of any attempt at breaking
out.
| was not there to exceed ten min
utes when, without warning, the lock
clicked, and Peter came in. sat up
quickly, but as instantly he had closed
the door, and actually stood there
grlnning cheerfully. | would never
have believed him capable Of so pleas
ant an expression but for the evidence
of my own eyes.
Spring lock-" he grumbled, thumb
over his shoulder, "opens outside"
Whatever resemblance to soldier
he might have previously shown while
in uniform was now entirely banished.
Bareheaded. his bald dome Of thought
shining In the candle-light, his round,
solemn face, with big innocent gray
eyes gazing at me, an apron about his
fat waist, the fellow presented an al
most ludicrous appearance. Somehow
my heart warmed to him. especially as
/ perceived the tray, heavily laden,
which he bore easily on one arm, and
the towel flung over his shoulder. And
as stared at him his movements be-
came professional. Silently, solemnly,
his mind strictly upon his duties, he
wiped off the table top. and arranged
the various dishes thereon with the
greatest care, polishing cups and
glasses. and finally placing one of the
chairs in position. Stepping back, nap
kin still upon arm, he bowed silently. l
took the seat indicated, and glanced
up into his almost expressionless face,
Peter, you old fraud" said swift
ly, have you eaten?"
mot as yet, sir" his voice showing
Just the proper tone Of Difference, his
eyes staring straight ahead.
"Then take that chair and sit down.
"oh, no, sir; indeed, sir, am not at
all hungry, sir"
squared myself, lingering the knife
at my plate.
Peter" | said, sternly, I'm bet.
ter man than you are, and youll either
sit down there and eat with me, or I'll
lick you within an inch Of your life.
There is food enough here for three
men, and want company"
lie rubbed his hand across his lips,
and caught CLEAN Of intelligence in
his eyes.
well, sir, seeing you put II in that
way, sir" he confessed. almost as
though in regret, 81 hardly see how |
can refuse. II is very ilattering, SIR"
He drew up the other chair and sat
down opposite me. would you care
Tor glass Of wine first, sir2" he
asked Folicltously. 1T has been q
rather dusty ride"