The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1913-04-24

sions for which he could have given
no reason, but which chilled his loyal
ardor n hung like an incubus upon
his soul. How could he wish for his
nce-beloved Paris while Prue was In
England? What cared he for the safe
asylum OF the French court while Prue
in the English court was wooed by q
score OF suitors and pressed by dam
gers n temptations from which he
was powerless to protect her? The
setting sun seemed like an emblem Of
his fate-except that 1t would
surely rise again on the morrow, while
he might, sink forever into forgetful-
ness. "Oh! my hearts Joy, my only
love, shall w never meet again ?" he
murmured. "Oh! for one more look
into those sweet eyes; one last kiss
from those beloved lips! Must I go
without a farewell word; without sure
hope that she Will eve bestow another
thought one me? Before God she is
my wife--yet the outlaw has no Cod
no country--no wife-and how dare /
hope that she who took me for an
hours frolic, would not some day
gladly be rid Of me foreverT :"
Robins reflections. painful and alb
sorbing as they were. did not prevent
his keeping a close watch on Steve,
who now turned, and, with many signs
OF caution, retraced his steps. At the
same time the distant sound OF wheels
became audible. ~&' T.
Conceal yourself, captain, there are
withdraw until they have passed" said
Steve, pushing his way through the
bushes II preparing to lead his horse
farther into the wood. .a% F I
we are four" said Robin. 1T would
III become us to turn tall without
knowing what We fly from" .s.
"Fourl Would you attempt to draw
his grace into q roll" .Hr o. m
"A broili Pshaw!" cried Robin \
patiently. Some purSy citizen In q
post:chaise. belize. or passengers Tor
There's another carriage following
the one you hear" said Steve. Shall
I warn the duke and Mr.. P~erciyal?'
mo, mol let US play highwaymen
once more and brighten them away"
laughed Robin, quickly adjusting q
black mask and handing n to steve.
AS he did SO q hand was laid some
what roughly on his arm n the duke,
In low but emphatic tones, interrupted
him: u
"A truce to this headstrong folly;
your rashnesS will ruin everything"
"Pm in the right temper for a tus-
sle,'' returned Robin r~esignedly.. YET
IL these travellers do not modest us they
may pass on their way unchallenged
for me-" and, reluctantly, he Withdrew
a few PAGES farther into the thlcket,
iust as a coach and four the
bend in the road and drew up not
many PAGES away.
A man jumped out Of the rumble,
hurrying to the inn-door, battered n
kicked at II, loudly shouting. Terry
no, Ferry-where is the F~erryrnan? Ho,
Landlord. open your door quickly and
do not waste our time"
An upper window opened cautiously,
Just wide enough to show q night
capped. head within. ~
who calls for h ferry at TINS
hour?' demanded a quavering voice;
why, tits early yet" replied tne
man; 1--WE are travellers who would
cross in hot haste"
your haste will have time to cool
the ferryman beds t'other side the river
and not over unless he brings q
fare" said the landlord.
'Ts there no way Of calling aim he
will be well paid for his trouble; ana
you, too, Goodman, may n II worm
while to come down n serve my noble
master" cried the o
There's q horn chained to yon posi-
it, IL you will, an IL he hears you.
mayhap he'll bring his boat across Al
YOU want food and drink, you'll
none fit for the quality nearer than
Haiiing. NY wife is sick a-bed ana
I'm lame with the rheumatics, put III
come down and open IL you'll have
patience" And the head was WIN
drawn and the easement shut.
In the meantime the carriage door
was opened and a man descended. His
figure, which q ray OF the setting sun
trough into strong relief, was imme-
recognized by Robin, who NUT.
tered, sir Godfrey Beaudesert! Wnat
brings him across my PAIN asaInt
and pushing forward a little, caught
the sound Of his w name.
"I swear to you that Robin Free
is dead" y
You lie!" shouted Robin.
Sir Godfrey started mo looked
around. What was thatT" he ex-
claimed uneasily.
to my rescued"
Two maske ed and cloaked horsemen
advanced, leveling their pis-
oils at Sir Geoffrey's head.
stand and deliver!" commanded the
taller of them, in deep, vibrant tones.
At the sound OF that beloved voice:
Prue, with q cry Of Joy, sprang out OF
the carriage and, rushing to Robin, who
was already afoot, threw herself into
his arms.
"oh! joy-oh! Robin. dear, dear
dear Robin, heaven has sent you 10
deliver me from this villain!"
t the sight of their meeting n the
maddening certainty Of his own utter
d~iscomhture, Sir Geoffrey could not
his fury, but drawing his
sword. would have hurled himself upon
Robin had not Prue stood between
them with ~outstretched arms.
stand aside, woman!" he vocifer-
ated, beside himself with age. Must
xiii you to get at him? Coward are
going to shelter yourself behind a
woman?"
stand aside, Prue," said Robin, In a
tone she dared not disobey, and draw