The Lehi sun. [volume] (Lehi, Utah) 1913-1949, 1921-10-27

'iuS WIN hre anu sword. At times he
swore to smoke out this nest OF ras.
calls, but the tlmid farmers. oyerawad
by their savagery, would promise NO
support.
Meanwhile an unparalleled white,
had set In. Day after day the snow
fell steadily and, blown by the wind
almost smothered the low-eaved cot.
tages. Desperate for some word NJ
Lorna, John made his way on snow.
shoes Into the very heart Of Glen
Doone. unobserved in that feathery
fox. John found Lornas hamlet, stiaed
her EXPLANATIONS of surprise with
kisses, and felt his heart swell with
anger on learning that she and her
maid, Gwenny Carfax, 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 Rid n giant-and
In love. Throwing discretion TO the
winds he carried Lorna and Gwenny
away upon his sledge that very night
to the warm r fuge Of his mothers
fireslde.
The Doones, though 50 openly set at
defiance, bided heir time. With sprlnp
the roads were open and one moon.
light night, with an arrogance WORTHY
of Carver, they attacked Plover's Bar.
rows In force. John Ridd nothing
daunted, defended his Preside and
loved ones with spirit, meeting the at.
tackers squarely with a handful OF
men and putting them to speedy flight.
a murderous attack by the Doones
was bad business enough, but TO
Johns honest soul worse trouble
followed.
His Lorna was discovered to be no
true Doone, but the niece Of thu - =
lord Dugal, kidnapped as a CHI no
lEondon and the protection Of he Y q
uncle she was summoned, her heart as
well as her lovers torn by the separa.
tion. The thought that he might never
again behold his Lorna plunged him
into misery.
AFTER all" he asked himself, "whc
am l but a simple farmer, who dares
lift his eyes to the niece of an earlT"
But this was no time for replnIng
for the ill-starred rebellion of Mon.
mouth famed out, catching John Rldd
Innocent though he was, In its tolls
But all came 10 a happy issue when
John, summoned to London, frustrated
the intended murder of Lord Dugal
captured the attackers, and turned
them over for punishment to the ter
rible Lord Jeffreys. Events moved
swiftly; his exploit made London ring
he was knlghted by King james, and
when the earl Of Dugal died soon aft
er. a well-directed bride secured JEFF.
freys' permission to let Lorna, his
ward In chaneery, wed the redoubtable
Sir John Rsdd.
Back to Exmoor and Plovers Bar.
rows went John Rldd, knight, to lead
the farmers Of the countryside who, In.
furiated By new outrage committed
by the Doones, took the law into theiI
own hands and swept the robbeI
stronghold clean with fire and sword
Only the ,scheming old Counsellor"
and his son, the brutal Carver. escaped
u bloody death.
Now at last the great day dawned
for John and Lorna and they made
their way 20 the little country church
to be wed while all the neIghboring
farmers came to applaud the event.
Scarcely were the sacred words Of the
service pronounced when shot rang
through the church and Lorna, her
dark eyes dropping. her wedding gown
stained with blood, sank into her hus
bands arms. John Ridd never forgot
the agony OF that moment and yet he
seemed strangely calm. Only Carver
Doone could have done this dastardly
deed and as John dashed or in hot
| pursuit he swore that the world was
too narrow a place to harbor him aud
his enemy another day. For Carver
on his faded horse there was no es.
cape. His pistol missed fire, and at
last Ia a narrow defile flanked by q
wood 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 TO body as
became two giants.
John felt lower rib crack beneath
Carvers' terrible embrace, but his iron
hand ripped the muscles Of his assall'
ants arm from the bone like an orange
pulp and he flung him, crushed and
bleeding, upon the ground. In an in
slant the black lips Of the bog fastened
upon Carver's huge limbs, swiftly
silently, and John Ridd had scarce
time to get his own feet upon firm soil
before his enemy was sucked down
into those grim depths, his face dis
torted with agony, but HIS qulvering
lips uttering no sound.
Loves true course does not always
run awry and both John and Lorna
recovered, he to worship her and she
to assure him through the serene years
with eyes and lips ell eloquent: u
love you. John Ridd,"
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