South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1920-05-30

again. i am yours forever ana Tor
ever" But before he went she was
/ in tears. How dare 1 dream OF
I love? Something in my heart tells
me IL can never be-"
That fear OF his beloved's spurred
John TO penetrate into Glen Doone
! one night at the risk of his life for
word Of Lorna. Once a guard
| leveled his gun at him but went off
/ Cringing at the thought that after
all so huge a form could be only
that OF Carver Doone.
II was real danger which
I threatened Lorna, for old Sir Ensor
Doone, head OF the robber crew, lay
/ dying and he alone had been her
/ protector against the brutal Carver.
/ For John 70 play a desperate game
and carry Lorna off would but in
/ cite the Doones TO wreak revenge
upon the countryside with fire and
sword. At times he swore TO smoke
out this nest of rascals. but the
/ timid farmers, overawed by their
savagery. would promise no support
Meanwhile an unparalleled win
I ter had set in. Day after day the
snow fell steadily and, blown by the
wind. almost smothered the low
/ eaved cottages. Desperate for some
word of Lorna, John made his way
I on snOwshoes into the very heart
Of Glen Doone, unobserved in that
/ feathery fog. John found Lorna's
hamlet stified her ordinations
| Of surprise with kisses, and felt his
I heart swell with anger on learning
/ that she and her maid, Gwenny Car
| fax. were kept in confinement and
| deprived OF food by order OF Carver
| Doone until Lorna should consent TO
/ be his wife. Not for naught was
| John Ridd a giant-and in love.
| Throwing discretion 10 the winds he
carried Lorna and Gwenny away
upon his sledge that very night to
the warm refuge Of his mothers
/ Preside.
The Doones, though so openly set
at defiance. bided their time. With
/ spring the roads were open and one
moonlight night, with an arrogance
worthy OF Carver, they attacked
| Flowers Barrows in force. John
| Rid, nothing daunted, defended his
| fireside and loved ones with spirit,
meeting the attackers squarely with
| a handful OF men and putting them
10 speedy fight. A murderous at
tack by the Doones was bad business
enough, but to Johns honest soul a
worse trouble followed
His Lorna was discovered TO be
no true Doone. but the niece of the
great Lord Dugal, kidnapped as a
child. To London and the protec-
| ton Of her noble uncle she was sum-
moned, her heart as we'll as her
! lovers torn by the separation. The
| thought that he might never again
behold his Lorna plunged him into
misery.
After ALL" he asked himself,
whom am 1 but a simple farmer.
who dares lift his eyes to the niece
| of an earl?"
But this was no time for repining,
| for the ill-starred rebellion of Mon
mouth famed out, catching John
| Rid, innocent though he was, in its
tolls. But all came to a happy is
sue, when John, summoned to Lon
don. frustrated the intended murder
| Of Lord Dugal. captured the attack
/ ers, and turned them over for pun
! ishment to the terrible Lord Jeffreys.
/ Events moved swiftly: his exploit
made London ring, he was knighted
! by King James, and when the Earl
| OF Dugal died soon after. a we'll
/ directed bribe secured Jeffreys' per-
mission to let Lorna, his ward in
\ chancery, wed the redoubtable Sir
John Rid.
Back to Exmoor and Flowers Bar
rows went John Ridd, knight, TO lead
/ the farmers Of the countryside who,
enfuriated by a new outrage COM
I mitted by the Doones, took the law
/ into their own hands and swept the
/ robber stronghold clean with fire
and sword. Only the scheming old
| Counsellor" and his son, the brutal
| Carver. escaped a bloody death.
Now at last the great day dawned
/ for John and Lorna and they made
. their way to the little country church
ito be wed while all the neighboring
farmers came to applaud the event.
| Scarcely were the sacred words of
/ the service pronounced when a shot
rang through the church and Lorna,
/ her dark eyes dropping, her we'd
ding gown stained with blood, sank
! into her husbands arms. John Ridd
never forgot the agony of that mo-
ment and yet he seemed strangely
! calm. Only Carver Doone could have
done this dastardly deed and as
/ John dashed off in hot pursuit he
swore that the world was too narrow
place TO harbor him and his enemy
| another day. For Carver on his
| faded horse there was no escape.
His pistol missed fire, and at last
i III Il udIION utlllt llrtAAhEO ny q MOON
and a stretch of bog the two men
came to grips. They spoke little
and that grim duel was fought with
neither knife nor pistol but body 10
/ body as became two giants.
John felt a lower rib crack be-
meath Carver's terrible embrace, but
| his iron hand ripped the muscles Of
/ his assailant's arm from the bone
/ like an orange pulp AID he flung
mhi, crushed and bleeding, upon the
ground. In an instant the black lips
| OF the bog fastened upon Carver's
huge limbs swiftly, silently. and
John Rid had scarce time to get
his own feet upon firm soil before
his enemy was sucked down into
| those grim depths. his face distorted
with agony, but his quivering lips
Uttering no sound
! Loves true course does not al
ways run awry and. both John and
/ Lorna recovered, he 20 worship her
and she TO assure him through the
| serene years with eyes and lips all
/ eloquent: II love you, John Ridd."
Copyright, 1920