The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1916-02-07
(copyriEht. by A. Conan DOyl.l


was fond OF perking in bit OF the
=, thIn. TOT ne hed plcked some up IN
on talking OF Cousin Edic. but ! saw
the corner OF a newspaper thrusting
out OF his pocket. and knew that he
tie enough at West Inch.
what is fresh. MajorT" I asked
He pulled the paper out with flour
ish. The allies have won a great bat
/ tie. my lad says ne. Il don't think
Tho ssNons have thrown him over and
he's been badly beaten at Leipzig. Well
ington IS past the Byrenees and era
hams FOLK VIII be at Bayonne before
long"
chucked up my hat. Then the
war will come 20 an end at last" I
Aye. and time. too" said he. shak-
ing his head gravely. rs been
bloody business. But Il Is hardly worth
while FOR me 10 say now what was IN
my mind about YOU
What Was that"
Well. laddie. you are doing no good
here. and. now that my knee il get
tin gmore timber. l was hoping that
wondered whether. maybe. YOU might
like 10 do little active soldering with
mo"
My heart jumped at the thought
Aye. would 1 cried.
But itll be clear six months before
I'll be M TO pass board. and it's long
key before that
And. there's my mother" said 7. L
doubt she d never let me go"
All. well. she'll never be- asked 60
now he answered. and hobblcd on upon
his way
sat down among the heather. with
my chin In my hand, turning the thing
over IN my mind. and watching him in
his old brown clothes. with the end or
a gray plaid Tapping over his shoulder.
as he picked his way up the sven or rne
hill II was poor life. this at West
] a ms "a hs.H ~
with the same health. and the same
burn. and tho same sheep. and the same
gray house forever before me.
there was a life tit for a man. There
was the Major. man past his prime.
wounded and spent. and yet planning 10
get to work again. while !. with all the
strength OF my youth. was wasting ~
upon these hillsides s hoe wave OF
shame flushed over me and eprauE UP.
all In "A tinEle 20 be- of and play
mans part IN the world.
For two days ] turned IL over In my
mind and on the third there came some
thing which first brought my resolu-
tions 20 head. and then blew them all
TO- nothing, Ike pun OF smoke In the
wind
had strolied out IN the afternoon
with Cousin Eide and Rob until we
found ourselves on the brow OF tho
slope which dips away down To- the
beach. II was late in the fall and the
B links were an hrouzed and faded. bus
On" sun stiii shUue warmly. and a south
breeze came lu little hot pants. ripping
he broad blue sea with white curling
] pulled an armfuI or bracken to make
q couch for Edie. and there she lay in
her listless fashion. happy anf con-
D tented. Tor OF all folk that I have. ever
met She mad the most JOY from warmth
and light. leaned on a tussock Of
d grass. with Roh's head upon my knee.
ana there. a. We sat alone in peace In
the wilderness. even there we saw sud
/ Of us the shadow or that great ma, ,,,.9r
Wonder who had scrawlcd his name fn
red letters across a." map Of EuroD"
, There was shir coming up with
the wiud-a black ~edate old merchant
man-hound for Geith as likely as NOT.
Her yards were square and she v,,s
running all sau set on tho other TAI.
coming from the northeast. were two
great. ugly. luEgerlike craft. with ono
brown sail. 4 prcttier sight one would
not wish than 90 see tho three craft
',pplns along upon so fair a day. hut
. flame and a whiri of blue smoke from
/ one luEEer. then the same from the sec
. In twinklinE hsU Rad eibowed olI,
. heaven. and there on the water was IA
/ tred and savagery and the lust for
+ We had sprung to our feet ~ the out
. burst. and Efie put her hand. all IN
a treuhle. upon my arm
They are fighting Jack" she cried
I What are they' Who are thew
Ms heart was thuddirg with tho guns
'lf DIT was all THAT could DO % an
-U"r her for ths catch Of my breath
q Two French priv1feer- Eide "
. said D. 'Dhasze- ruarsee. they call tn-,,.
and yore one Of OUT merchant shirs.
-nI they'll take her ne sure nv death
i'r tn' major Says that they've always
BE- an eggs fuil ~ meat Whv doos1.,
me fool make back for TwceImouth
But not an inch of canvas did she
/ lower. Laundering on iu her stpIid FASH
. l2n. "HiI' little black ball ran up 90
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