The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1916-1920, 1919-10-19

me IN the mia rlDS ana WIN q Brunt
my left arm instinctively closed around
a woolly head upon which I began a
somewhat feeble tattoo with my
wrench.
I was borne down into the bushes
still holding tight to the head and still
beating at it with my waning strength
until finally l realized that even as
water by constant dripping will
eventually wear away the toughest
stone, so the apparently impervious
head OF my antagonist had yielded to
the repeated blows from my weapon.
He was unconscious. but was pinned
into the bushes by his huge and help
less body.
From this absurd position I saw
T. B. send another blackguard into
the pit and rush to meet halfway the
rally of those who had fed at the first
attack. The odds were hopeless and
1 vainly struggled to free myself to
go to his assistance. l despaired of
the safety of my new friend who was
now dearer to me than life itself. 1t
is a way he has of binding men to him.
Then in the depth of my despair
new voice came out of the woods and
I saw the battle halt and remain still
as made out the words:
"IIl shoot the heart out OF the first
niger that moves!"
Nobody moved.
Then Dick Rudolph emerged from
, the other side of the pit and made his
way TO us. There followed a flow of
language which l shall not set down
. 81 arf OF
! the time. After the storm had spent
| itself and our would-be assailants had
all skunk away. Dick turned TO us and
! said:
Excuse me, gentlemen, but mules
and niggers understand only one kind
| of language and there are times when
| you've got TO make them understand
Then he explained how he came to
be there. After we had refused Ia
listen to his warning he followed as
/ best he could on horseback until he
! came to a bride path which furnished
| a short cut through the woods. He
| turned in here and made for the place
of ambush. anxious lest he be toe
late. On the way he encountered Tom
| Nearing lurking in the woods, who
| fed on being recognized. Then, hear
ing T. BIS war whoop. he made fol
the scene of battle and effected the
timely rescue.
! / was for turning back now but
T. B. insisted on going ahead to make
sure about the sick child. We found
| it really sick. The plotters haG
evidently known this and had made
use of the circumstance. T. b. min
istered TO the child and to the despair.
ing parents with gentleness and sym
pathy, giving to the sick the blesset
sacrament OF divine healing and L
the parents the comforting assurance
of effective prayer.
| ~
AS we made our way homeward W,
were astonished to hear faint erie!
for help where the road turns dowI
the creek toward the new farm o.
Adrian Rudolph. We made the hes
of a very difficult way in the direction
of the cry, Dick forging ahead. Pres
entity we saw him stop and go through
the motions OF one overcome will
mirth. while inextinguishable laugh
ter filled the night air.
"Come on quick" he shouted be
tween laughs. Look at the old man!
why. Gov-ner. old top, never ex
pected 10 find you in such a condi
tion!"
"Oh, shut up your impudent CAB!
snapped the voice of Adrian Rudolph
'and help me out of this!"
Then we saw.
His car had gotten hopelessly miret
in one of the deepest, smelliest mud
holes in the entire woods. Afte
spending a large part OF the night call
ing for help he had tried to get on
and walk. One of his slip-on shoe
soon yielded to the irresistible attrac
ton OF the clinging mud and could no
be found. Twice he had stumbled an,
fallen into the mess. He was reekinl
with noisome muck from head to foot
front and rear, and now he was dow
to the thighs. stuck tight.
80 you were in on this thing. too?
said T. B.
II don't suppose that / could con
vince you that l was not" said tn
unhappy old skinhint. but it's true
nevertheless. l warned Tom NearinI
when he came to me with his will
plan that II he went through with
I would have nothing more to do wit
him. l am no angel. but certainl
am not thug"
"Oh, never mind" laughed T. b
I'VE won't worry about that, But hoy
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