The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1917-03-15


and louEing down at me with a great
wonGerment chat was mingled with as
great q tenderness.
After a finish to the breakfast my
Gouverneur Faulkner gave to me the
information that we must tether the
good horses and make the remainder
of the journey by walking, which we
did for hardly short hour.
The wildcat still is straight up Tur-
key culch. and wen have to scramble
for it. It's hid like the nest of an old
turkey hen" he said to me as we set
cut upon the mounting of a very steep
precirice.
What IS that word wildcat still?
asked as l slid over great rock with
emerald moss inCrusted and struggled
beside my Gouverneu Faulkner
through a heavy underbrush of leafy
greenness.
a place where men make whisky
in defiance of the law of their state"
he answered me as he held aside
long branch Of green that was pink
tipped so that I might slip hereunder
without a scratching.
Are you not the law of the state.
my Gouverneur FaulknerT' 1 asked of
him as I pulled myself by his arm
through the thickness.
I'm all that. but I'm the son of old
Harpeth and Jim Todd's blood brother
first. Some day III 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 Gouverneur Faux
ner stood very still for long minute.
As | sat at his side upon the fallen
trunk of n large tree l 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 wild bird came
from between his HIPS. Twice it was
rcneated and then he stood again in
deep attention. l 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 Gouverueur Faulkner a.
be again began to break through the
leafy barriers Of the low trees.
And in q very short space Of time
man emerged from a little path that
led behind Il tail cliff Of the gray rocks.
He was a very large and very fierce
man. and I might have had a fright If
him if his blue eyes had not held such
n Kindness and JOY in them at the sight
Of my GOuvcrueur Faulkner.
"Uowdy. Bill" he said. with no hand
shake or other form Of a comrades
greeting
"Howdy. Jim" returned my Gouver-
ncur Faulkner in a manner Of the same
Indifference. but with also an express
sion in bis face Of delight at the sight
Of his blood brother, that Mr.. Jim
Todd.
THAT thar boy a shet MOUTH
Hes Bob and rs hard as a 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 | now know to call a laurel,
ana we arrived in front Of a small and
low hut that was built against the
rocks. \ clear. small stream made
very noisy way past the door Of the
hut. but save for its clamor all was
silent.
where are the boys" asked my
Gouvcrneur Faulkner.
Hid in the bushes. I've got the
man tied back In the stil room. low
he amt no revenue, but they low diff
fercnt Come back and see if you kin
make ont his gibberish.'
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 cave cut
into the rock And l. Robert Carruth
erS. followed him-to my death.
Seated upon IA rude bench In that
cave room, bound with a rope Of great
size. disheveled and soilel but with
all of the nobility of his great estate
in his grave face, was my adorel
Capitaine the Count de Lassellcs, As
we entered he rose beside the bench
and in that rising displayed a chain
ny which one Of his feet was made
fast u tn" rock Of the wall
Good morning, sir" said my Gouver-