The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1914-08-27
TILE PRINCETON UNION; THURSDAY, AUGUST ~ TO-.


w " led carnehan. They took them
without any sound Not a little whis-
per al along the snow. not though the
King knocked down the first man that
set hand on him not though old
Peachey fred his last cartridge into
the brown Of 'em. There was man
called Billy Fish. good friend of
us all, and they cut his throat, sir,
then and there, like a pig; and the king
kicks up the bloody snow and says:
We've had dashed fine run for our
money. What's coming next?' But
Peachey-Peachey Taliaferro, / tell
you, sir, in confidence as betwixt two
friends-he lost his head, sir. No, he
didn't neither. The king lost his head.
so he did, all along O. one of those
cunning rope bridges. Kindly let me
have the paper cutter, sir. 1t tilted
this way. They marched him across
that snow to rope bridge over a ra-
vine with a river at the bottom. You
may have seen such. They prodded
him behind like an OK. D. your
eyes! says the king. 'D'you suppose
can't die like gentleman? He turns
to Peachey-Peachey that was crying
like a child. I've brought you to this,
Peachey,' says he. Brought you out
OF your happy life to be killed in KAT
tristan, where you was late command
er In chief Of the emperors forces.
Say you forgive me, Peachey.' L
do, says Peachey. Shake hands,
Peachey,' says he. I'm going now
Out he goes, looking neither right nor
left, and when he was plumb in the
middle of those dizzy dancing ropes,
Cut, you beggarsv he shouts. And
they cut, and old Dan fell, turning
round and. round and round, 10000
miles, for he took half an hour to fall
till he struck the water, and I could
see his body caught on rock with the
gold crown close beside
but do you know what they did to
Peachey between two pine trees? They
cruclfied him, sir, as Peachey's hand
will show. They used wooden pegs
for his hands and his feet; and he
didn't die. He hung there and scream
ed, and they took him down next day
and said it was a miracle that he
wasn't dead They took him down.
poor old Peachey, that hadn't done
them any harm-that hadn't done
them any,
He rocked to and fro and wept bit
terly, wiping his eyes with the back of
his SCARED hands and moaning like
child for some ten minutes
'"They was cruel enough to feed him
up in the temple, because they said he
was more Of god than old Daniel that
was man. Then they turned him out
on the snow and told him to go home,
and Peachey came home in about a
year, begging along the roads quite
safe, for Daniel Dravot he walked be-
fore and said: Come along, Peachey.
It's a big thing we're doing The
mountains they danced at night and
the mountains they tried to fall on
Peachey's head, but Dan he held up
his hand, and Peachey came along,
bent double. He never let go of Dams
hand. and he never let go Of Dams
head. They gave it to him as a pres
ent in the temple, to remind him not
to come again, and, though the crown
was pure gold and Peachey was starv-
ing, never would Peachey sell the
same. You knew Right Worshipful
Brother Dravot. Look at him nowy
he fumbled in the mass of rags
around his bent waist, brought out a
black horsehair bag embroidered with
silver thread and shook therefrom on
to my table the dried, withered head
Of Daniel Dravot! The morning sun
that had long been paling the lamps
struck the red beard and blind, sunken
eyes; struck, too, heavy circlet of
gold studded with raw turquoises, that
Carnehan placed tenderly on the bat
tered temples.
"You behold now" said Carnehan,
the emperor in his habit as be lived
The king of Ka6ristan with his crown
upon his head. Poor old Daniel, that
was a monarch once!''
shuddered, for, in spite of deface-
nents manifold, 1 recognized the head
IT the man of Marwar Junction.
Carnehan rose to go. attempted to
stop him. He was not fit to walk
abroad. LET me take away the whis-
~ and give me little money" he
sasped. Il was a king once. I'll go
70 the deputy commissioner and ask |
TO sit in the poorhouse till I get my
health No., thank you, I can't wait
Ill you get carriage for me. I've
Urgent private affairs-in the south"
He shambled out of the Office and |
departed in the direction of the deputy |
commissioners house. That day at |
loon had occasion to go down the |
binding hot mall, and saw crooked |
nan crawling along the white dust of |
he roadside, his hat in his hand, |
luavering dolorously after the fashion |
# street singers at home. There was !
lot a soul in sight and he was out of |
Ill possible earshot Of the houses. And |
le sang through his nose, turning his !
lead from right to left
The son of man goes forth to war,