The Dickson County herald. (Dickson, Tenn.) 1907-1979, 1916-09-22
CHAPTER XXI.

In the condemned cell Richard Far
quhar stood with his back against the
wall, his arms folded. watching the
yellow streak Of light that filtered
through the narrow barred window
and fell slantwiss across the darkness
10 the iron door opposite He knew
that the light came from an overhang-
Ing lantern outside, and that beneath
a sentry with fixed bayouet kept
guard
Footsteps sounded on the passage.
The light still burned steadily Morn
Ing was not yet come Nor could he
hear voices or the familiar clash of
hayoaats. The footsteps were swift.
stealthy The Earring turn of the Key
In the lock sounded subdued, as though
the strength Of the will behind II had
lushcd sound Itself Farquhar faced
about firmly. IL this were death. then
Il came under strange gulse. The
docr swung open, For an instant the
Hight from the window spread out and
mingled with the dingy reflection from
the passage, then narrowed once more,
leaving the darkness on either hand
the more lmpenetrable.
"Nsmeless! Take these clothes
Change instantly"
who are your"
Il win introduce myself later on.
DO rs tell you"
A shadow moved and came ont into
the line OF light. FarQuhar caught a
glimpse OF the gaunt ard.lined face
frozen now into impressive resolution.
He tossed the bundle Of clothes back
on TO the door.
"Goetz, you fool, do you think l
would do III It's useless. I'm not
going TO have you shot in my stead"
"Plg-headed EngIIshman, do you
think should ask you 10 do anything
so sensibleT Get into these clothes IL
you don't want TO be strangled? Name
Of heaven, Don Quixote, may not II oc-
cur to Sancho Panza 10 accompany you
on your little expedition into freedom"
THE thing Is impossible"
hut even In the half,lIght he had
caught the blaze In the usually cold
and arrogant eyes. II fred his blood
II was like a blast OF northern wind in
the fctid closeness,
III Is not impossible. Your friends
are here-your mother. There are
horses waiting for Us beth outside the
tortihcations Tomorrow we shall be
In oron. God, man--jf you had seep
her face when | gave your messagc'
VIII you LEI that little woman breah
her heart over your
Farquhar tore OFF his tunic.
Who has the watchl"
BERTRAND. He went over to the
canteen five minutes ago, As know.
he will not be back yet while, At
the worst we have three minutes TO
spare"
GIVE me that coatr'
Neither man had raised his voice
above A whisper. Goetxs laugh was
inaudLble.
"Ah. das ewIg weIbliche! Are you
ready
yes"
Then come"
The iron door swung back smoothly.
In the ne!ghboring cell there was a
satden hush. as though warned by
some instinct the rough voices died
down into duh murmur, through
which the two listeners heard other
sounds--a harsh command, heavy ap.
preaching footsteps, Goetz closed the
door. He set his back against It. and
in the pale light falling as!snt his face
Farquhar saw that he was smiling
savaeely.
II demand q hundred pardons.
miscalculated. Our friend Bertrand
has deserted the bottle a minute too
soon. II II scarcely credible. No
doubt he intends TO pay you a farewell
call. In which case accept my profuse
apologies, Nameiess."
who goes with Bertrand on me
rcuai7" Farqshar asked almost with
Indifference.
Harding. He knows He Will da
all be csn. he quiet Row--they arr
in the next cell"
The drunken shouts subsidized sud
denly into cowsi sullen silence. They
heard the sergean;'s savage abuse. the
jangle OF keys, the clany Of an irca
door slammed vic.entIy TO. Instantly
the chorus broke out afresh
To BE coSTINuEns