Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1917-03-22

Harpeth and Jim Todd's blood brother
first. Some day I'll smoke Jim out of
his hole and get him a good job. Now
wait a minute and see what happens"
and as he spoke my G%ouverneur Faulk-
ner stood very still for a long minute.
AS 1 sat at his side upon the fallen
trunk of a large tree I regarded him
with admiration, because he had the
aspect of some beautiful 1.-THE animal
Of the woods as he listened with a deep
attention. Then very quickly he put
his two long fingers to his mouth, and,
behold, the call Of a wild bird came
from between his lips. Twice it was
repeated, and then he stood again in
deep attention. I made not even a lit
tie breathing as I, too, listened.
Then came three clear notes of that
same wild bird in reply from not very
far up the mountain from us.
"That's Jim, the old turkey. Come
on!' said my Gouverneur Faulkner as
he again began to break through the
leafy barriers Of the low trees.
And in a very short space of time a
man emerged from a little path that
led behind a tall cliff of the gray rocks.
He was Il very large and a very fierce
man, and l might have had a fright Of
him if his blue eyes had not held such
a kindness and Joy in them at the sight
Of my Gouverneur Faulkner.
"Howdy, Bill" he said, with no hand
shake or other form of a comrades
greeting.
"Howdy. JIM" returned my Gouver-
! neur Faulkner in a manne Of the same
Indifference, but with also an express
sion in his face Of delight at the sight
Of his blood brother, that Mr.. Jim
Todd.
THAT thar boy a shet mouth?"
Hes Bob and as hard as q nut"
was the introduction l had from my
Gouverneur Faulkner.
"Then come on" with which COM
mand that wild man led us around the
tall cliff Of gray rock. over which
climbed a sweet vine of rosy blossom
ing. which I now know to call a laurel,
and we arrived in front of a small and
low hut that was built against the
rocks. \ clear, small stream made a
NGlS IoIoS way laSC LIZ SOoA VI II
hut, but save for it's clamor all was
silent.
"Where are the boys" asked my
Gouverneur Faulkner.
Hid in the bushes. I've got the
man tied back in the still room. I low
he amt no revenue but they low diff
ferent. Come back and see if you kin
make out his gibberfsh."
Come on, Robert said my Gouver-
neur Faulkner to me as he followed
the wild Jim into the hut and back
into a room that was as Il cave cut
into the rock. And 1. Robert Carruth-
ers, followed him-to my death.
Seated upon a rude bench in that
cave room. bound with a O p of great
size, %disheveled and soiled, but with
all of the nobility of his great estate
in his grave face, was my adoreu
Capitaine the Count lie Lasselles! AS
we entered he rose beside the bench
and in that rising displayed a chain
by which one of his feet was made
fast to the rock of the wall.
Good morning. sir" said my Gouver-
neur Faulkner as if greeting a gentle
man upon the street of that city of
IIayesville.
"Also a good morning, sir" made re-
ply my poor Capitaine the Count de
Lasselles. And he stood with a fine
and great courtesy waiting for my
Gouverneur Faulkner to state to him
what his visit could portend, as would
he have lone in his regimental room
at Tour.
And as he stood for that very long
minute there expired the last moments
Of the life of Robert Carruthers. A
stream Of light fell from the little win
dow high in the rock upon his luckless
head as he stood as if frozen into a
statue of great fear. And as he so
stood the eyes of the Capitaine the
Count de Lasselles fell upon him, and
he started forward as far as the length
Of the chain by which he was bound
would allow HIM and from there held
out his hand to the frozen boy stand
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