Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1920-01-15

err reach Bucharest than they discov-
er that Georges Odin Is alive and safe
In his mountain home, that the story
told by his son, the Count is black
mailing, revengeful fabrication. Gavin
against She advice OF the Ministry
boldly resolves to find old Odin In his
wild Balkan Businesses and by guile
or persuasion take him back to Eng
land as a living refutation OF the
Counts story. He and Arthur hire an
armed retinue and then set forth on
their dangerous errand to the scene OF
Robert Forester's mad youth as
member of Zallony's revolutionary
brigands. After many adventures, one
night they are captured by band OF
gypsies and carried off to an almost
Inaccessible castle high in the noun
tains. 1t Ia Setchevo, the ancestral
home Of the blind old Chevalier Odin.
He touched the handle OF a great
knife at his girdle significantly, and
some of the others. as though under
standing him. closed about the pony
significantly while Gavin mounted A
similar attention being paid to Arthur
Kenyon was not received so kindly;
for no sooner did they attempt to lift
him roughly to the saddle than he
turned about and dealt the frst OF
them a rousing blow which stretched
the fellow full length upon the grass
and left him insensible there. The
act was within an ace Of costing him
his life. Knives sprung from sheathes.
antique pistols were fourished-there
were cries and counter-cries; and
then, as though miraculously. loud
er voice from some one hidden in the
wood commanding them to silence. In
that moment, the gypsy chief flung
himself before Kenyon and protected
him with hands uplifted and curses on
his lips.
dogs and carrion-do you forget
whom you obey?" he almost shrieked,
and then to the Englishman, you are
mad, mein herr--be wise or / will kill
you"
Kenyon, strangely nonchalant
through 1t all, shrugged his shoulders
and clambered upon the back of the
pony. Gavin turned deadly pale in
spite of himself, breathed full
breath again and desired nothing
more of fate than that they should
quit the cursed wood without further
loss of time. AS though enough evil
had not come to him there, he espied,
as they rode from the place, the dead
body Of his servant the Turk, face
downwards with the knife that killed
,ttIl linz htu chNu1dara
And he doubted IL the wretched Greek,
so brutally MANNED in the fire, still
lived or must be numbered a second
victim of the night
Had he been a fool to leave Eng
land upon such an errand at all, or
did the circumstances of his visit
Justify him? OF this he did not be.
lieve that he was the best judge. That
which he had done had been done for
the sake Of one whose sweet voice
seemed to speak of courage even at
such an hour-Evelyn, the woman
who first had taught him what mans
love could be; whose fair image went
with him as he rode. the stately fig
ure of his dreams, the gentle Evelyn
for whom the supreme alteration and
pity of his life were reserved. II
ignominy were his ultimate reward,
he cared nothing-no danger, no peril
of the way, must be set against the
happiness, nay, the very souls saliva
ton, Of her who had said to him, "I
love you!" y
This had been the whole spirit Of
his journey, and it did not desert him
now when the gypsies set out upon
the mountain road and he understood
that he was helpless hostage in their
hands. AS for Arthur Kenyon, he,
with English stolidity, still chose to
regard the whole scene as a Jest and
to comment upon it from such a stand.
point. ITO him the picturesque envir.
onment Of height and valley. forests
Of pine and sleeping pastures. were
less than nothing at all. He did not
care blade of grass for the first
roeeate glow OF dawn In the Eastern
sky. for the simmer Of gold upon the
majestic landscape, or the jewels
sprayed by the stream below them. He
had met an adventure and he gloried
In II. Begging cigarette from the
nearest gypsy. he thanked the fellow
TOT HSnt, anu 30 Iell W INC tnlry
words Of German beQueathed to him
by that splendid foundation of one
William at Winchester. There were
"havenxie's" and "Ich Wimsche's"
enough to have served threepenny
manual Of travellers talk here. Meth.
or understood the other and each was
happy.
"The mans born idiot" Arthur
said to Gavin at last. II ask him where
the road leads to and he says half
an-hour.'"
Meaning We are half-an-hour from
our destination"
"Then why the deuce can't he say
SO in plain English?"
Gavin smiled. but his gaze was set
upon the ancient ruin his quick eye
had observed upOn height OF the