Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1913-11-28

about to pass on, when the speaker
noticed for the first time the woman's
hand, white and small, hanging Imply
Whats this? More jewels?" His ex-
clamation was caught up by the 9TH
ers. mot so fast, comrade! This
puts different face to the matter.
Set down the booty, and" springing
to his feet, well see what it's worth"
"I'll not stop!" The man looked at
him steadily. "On the Mount is, or
should be, plenty for all! Go seek
for yourself!"
"Pardi!" softly. Here's one dares
speak his mind!
'T speak plainly" in a tone Of au-
thority, land you would do we'll to
heedI"
Perhaps" interposing. 'What say
you, comrades?"
Evil smiles illumined evil faces;
they, who had just been on the point
of blows among themselves, now re-
garded one another with common un-
derstanding. One weighed tentatively
that delicate weapon, spontoon; a
second stroked his halberd, as liking
to feel the smoothness of the shaft,
while a third reached for a cleaning
"Folard's Partizan." And in the glare
of the fire every implement showed
sign it had been used that night. The
point of the spontoon was as steel
crusted DER; the ak of the halberd
might have come from a boucherie;
the blade Of the "Partizan" resembled
great leaf at autumn-time. This last
wavered perilously near the uncon-
scious burden; had the man made a
movement to resist, would have
struck; but the black eyes, only,
combated-held the blood-shot ones.
Though not for long; again the weap-
On seemed about to dart forth; the
man about to hurl himself and his bur-
den desperately aside, when, from
above, came the sound of hoarse
laughter and singing, and simultane-
ously number of peasants, Bretons
by their dress, burst into view.
"Eh, cockatoo, what now!"
Many Of these newcomers were
hurt; few free from cuts; but none
thought of stanching their wounds.
Their principal concern seemed for
| articles they carried-heaYy, light; f;
valuable, paltry-spoils from the high!
Two staggered beneath great chest
stamped with the arms of the Mount
and its motto, and appeared anxious to
hurry-perchance toward the forest
on the shore where they might bury
their treasure. Others had in their
arms imposing pieces of silver; vases
and massive surtout de table that
had once belonged to the Cardinal Du-
bois. A woman, gaunt, toothless, wore
voluminous bonnet rArgus, left at
the Mount by one of the ladies of the
court; and waved before her a fan,
set with jewels. She it was who called
out:
'Eh, cockatoo!" shrilly "Who would
you be killing?"
"A selfish fellow that refuses to
share!" answered he Of the halberd,
as if little pleased at the interruption.
Refuses to share. does he?" she
repeated, and, staggering down,
peered forward; only to start back.
"The Black Seigneur!"
"The Black Seigneur!"
Those who accompanied her-a
rough rabble from field and forest
gazed, not without surprise, or uneouth
admiration, at one whose name and
fame were we'll known on that north
ern coast; but these evidences of
rough approval were not shared by the
alien rogues. On my lady's finger the
gem sparkled; held their eyes like a
lure. Black Seigneur, or not, they
muttered sullenly. what knew they of