Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-08-20

=. The
!, Daredevil
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) By
Maria Thompson Daviess
: Author of The Melting
! of Molly"
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Copyright, 1916, by the Reilly q
Britton Co.
(Continued)

Its JWenty-IOuF IIOlES Oll HOISS-
back across Old Hapreth from
three days. L can't do it with these
guests here, even if they are robbers.
Ill have to stay and dig down to the
root of the matter here. L may find
it in the hearts of my friends" he
answered me, with q look of great
despair.
THE root of the matter is that
man who is a prisoner, my Gouver-
neur Faulkner. L say that you go;
that you start while yet it is night
and while no man can advise you
not to take that journey. 1t can be
done while this entertainment to the
farm of the Brices is made for the
inspection of mules and also the
running of horses. 1t is necessary.
AS l spoke to him in that manner
u great force rose in. me that l
poured out to him through my eyes.
Great heavens, boy. believe III
do it. l could never get anything IL L
went when they knew l was going,
but L might find out the whole thing
If L went to it in secret, If l go now
they'll not have time to get their
breath before L am back. I'll be able
to think out there in those hills, and
Im-a-man who needs to thlnk,
with vision unobscured." For a long
minute my Gouverneur Faulkner sat
with his head bowed in his hands as
he rested his elbows on that table,
then he rose to his feet. Lets get
away while it is still the dead Oh
night, Robert. Ill leave note with
Cato to tell the general that I've
taken you, and nobody except himself
must know where L have gone or
why. He'll put up the right bluff, and
We'll be back before they get any
thing out of him. It's 3 o'clock, and
we must be far out on the road by
daybreak. Well take your car and
leave it in hiding in SpringtoWn'
where by sunup We'll get horses TO
cross the mountains"
lis it that l must go for three
days out into those mountains with
YOU my Gouverneur Faulkner
faltered that ridiculous and trouble
some Roberta, marquise of Gree ana
Bye.
why, no Robert, unless-unless
oh, well, 1 suppose this prisoner or
Jim's can speak English, as they all
can. l rather wanted you, but per-
haps it is best for me to fight 1t out
alone. Will you help me pack a bag!
Get the one from my dressing room
while 1 take a plunge"
Quick, Robert Carruthers make
an excuse to that Roberta, marquise
of Gree and Bye, who is of such a
foolishness, that you must go with
your beloved Gouverneur Faulkner
for his aid" I said to myself.
'Is it necessary that your foreign
secretary accompany you to deal with
that gentleman of France who is in
prison, my Gouverneur Faulkner L
said with decision as 1 rose from the
side of the table with great quick
ness. Il must return home for few
A@s1 81 Gov
DAYS but | will be back in what that
good Kizzie says to be fifty, when
speaking of cooking that is delayed
Wont be time for you to go home,
boy" he answered me, looking at a
clock upon the mantel over his large
fireplace. You are still in your even
ing clothes 1 see. But that's easy.
You climb into that pink coat and a
pair of those corduroy trousers of
mine you see hanging in my dressing
room. I haven't hunted for two
years, but they are still there. Put
linen in that saddlebag on the shelf
for us both out of the drawers in the
old chest over there. Take heavy
socks to go under the 1eggings. You'd
better put on a flannel shirt, too, and
take an extra one for both of us.
Wen travel light. I'll only be in the
bath a couple of minutes" With
which assurance he entered the room
of the bath and closed the door upon
me.
"Mou Dieu, Roberta. marquise of
Cree and Bye!" was all that allow
ed myself to eXclaim, as I made a
very quick rush for that dressing
room, switched on the lights, flung off
my coat, seized a pair of corduroy
riding breeches that hung in a corner
beside another pair, discarded my
own broadcloth and struggled with
both of my legs the same moment
into them. Then in a hurry as great
as shall ever know, I discovered a
gray flannel shirt in a drawer of the
very tall old mahogany chest and in
serted myself into that with an equal
rapidity. A wide leather belt made
the two very large garments secure
around my waist. and I again allowed
breath to come into my lungs. I then
opened a very queer bag, which
knew to he for saddle that was
upon n shelf in the dressing room
and began to put things into it. ac-
cording to directions of the Gouver-
neour Kalkner The other pair of
those riding breeches laid with an
ether of the flannel shirts in n great
conspicuousness upon a chair in the
bedroom directly in front of the door
from the dressing room.
we are going to make a record
getaway, boy" said that Gouverneur
Faulkner to me as in a few minutes
he came, clothed in those riding
trousers and that flannel shirt. to the
door of his dressing room, where I
was just making finish of putting
needful clothing into his bag. you'll
ind the other things we need in the
bathroom. Put it all in while get