Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1917-03-06

his two long fingers 70 Ms mouth, ano,
behold, the call Of . wild bird came
from between his lips. Twice 1t was
repeated, and then he stood again III
deep attention. made not even ht-
tie breathing a. I, too, listened.
Then came three clear notes OF that
same wild bird in reply from not very
far up the mountain from rs.
"Thats Jim, the old turkey. Come
onv' 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 q
man emerged from q little path that
led behind tall cli6 Of the gray rocks.
He was very large and q very fierce
man, and might have had q fright Of
him II his blue eyes had not held sucn
kindness and Joy In them at the signt
Of my Gouverneur Faulkner.
"Howdy, Bill" he said, with no hana'
shake or other form Of q comrades
greeting.
"Howdy, Jim," returned my Gouver-
neur Faulkner in manner 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 mouthT
"He's Bob and as hard as q nut"
was the introduction had from LILY
Gouverneur Faulkner.
"Then come on" with which CON-
mand that wild man led US around the
tall cliff Of gray rock, over which
climbed q sweet vine Of rosy blossom.
Ing, which now know to call laurel.
and we arrived In front Of small and
low hut that was built against the
rocks. A clear, small stream made q
very noisy way past the door OF the
hut, but save for its clamor all was
| silent.
"Where are the boysT 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 1if.
ferent. Come back and see II you kin
make out his gibberish."
"Come on, Robert" said my Gouver-
neur Faulkner to me as he followed
the wild Jim into the hut and hack
into a room that was as q cave cut
into the rock. And l, Robert Carrvtn-
ers, followed him-to my death.
Seated upon a rude bench In that
cave room, bound with rope of gyeat
size, disheveled and soiled, but with
all Of the nobility Of his great estate
| in his grave face, was my adared
Capitaine the Count de Lasselles! AS
we entered he rose beside the bench
and in that rising displayed chain
by which one Of bis feet was made
fast to the rock Of the wall.
Good morning, SIR" said my Gouver-
neur Faulkner as II greeting gentle
man upon the street Of that city OF
Hayesville.
"Also a good morning, SIR" made re-
ply. my poor Capitaine the Count De
Lasselles. And he stood with q fine
and great courtesy waiting for my
Gouyerneur Faulkner to state to. him
what his visit could portend, as would
he have done in his regimental roosn
ut 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 II frozen into q
statue of great fear. And as he 80
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 t. the frozen boy stand.
ing In the stream Of light from high
heaven.
"My most beautiful Lady Roberta,
do find that 1t Is you who have come
to my rescue?" he questioned. II lost
you, mon enfant. in that great New
York"
"My beloved capitaiIe, how is 1t that
find you thus?" exclaimed as
went to within his reach and allowed
that he take my two hands in his poor
shackled ones and put warm kisses OF
greeting upon them.
And it was willie was shedding
tears Of pity for the Imprisonment OF
that great man Of France in that