The Pioche record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1908-1925, 1921-10-28

side with fire ind swort. AT times 4.
swore to smoke out this nest Of ras
Gals, but the timid farmers. overawe.
by their savagery. would promise n
support.
Meanwhile an unparalleled wintt
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 O.
Lorna, John made his way on snow
shoes Into the very heart of Giei
Doone, unobserved In that feather,
fog. John found Lorna's hamlet, stiiie,'
her ordinations Of surprise will
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 ~
order Of Carver Doone until Lorna
should consent to be his wife. Not for
naught was John Rid a giant-and
In love. Throwing discretion to the
winds he carried Lorna and Gwenny
away upon his sledge that vely 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 moon
light night, with an arrogance worthy
OF Carver, they attacked Powers Bar.
rows In force. John Ridd, nothing
daunted, defended his fireside und
loved ones with spirit, meeting the at.
tackers squarely with handful OF
men and putting them to speedy flight
/ A murderous attack by the Doones
was bad business enough, but tc
Johns honest soul worse trouble
| followed.
| His Lorna was discovered to be nc
true DOone, but the niece of the great
Lord Dugal, kidnapped as child. To
London and the protection of her noble
uncle she was summoned, her heart a.
| well as her lovers torn by the separa.
ton. The thought that he might never
again behold his Lorna plunged him
into misery.
AFTER ALL" he asked himself, "who
am / but 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 Ridd
innocent though he was. in its tolls
But all came to happy issue wher
John, summoned to London. frustrated
| tho iDtoudod p,,1r,l.,r IF I ord U,,,, I
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 knighted by King James. an,
when the earl of Dugal died soon aft
or, well-directed bride secured JET
: freys' permission to let Lorna, hi
ward In chancery, wed the redoubtabl
Sir John Ridd.
i Back to Exmoor and Flowers Bar
rows went John Rid, knight, to lea
the farmers Of the countryside who, in
furiated by new outrage COMMITTEE
by the Doones, took the law into thei
own hands and swept the robbie
stronghold clean with fire and SWORD
Only the scheming old counsellor
and his son, the brutal Carver, escape
a bloody death.
, Now at last the great day dawne
for John and Lorna and they mad
their way to the little country churc
to be wed while all the neighborin
, farmers came to applaud the even
: Scarcely were the sacred words of th
service pronounced when shot ran
through the church and Lorna, he
!, dark eyes dropping, her wedding gov
stained with blood, sank into her hui
. bands arms. John Ridd never forg,
! the agony Of that moment and yet h
y seemed strangely calm. Only carve
! Doone could have done this dastard
deed and as John dashed off in h
pursuit he swore that the world WI
too narrow place to harbor him al
, his enemy another day. For Cary,
on his jaded horse there was no e
cape. His pistol missed fire. and
y last in narrow defile flanked by
!. wood and stretch Of bog the two ms
II came to grips. They spoke little ar
that grim duel was fought with neith
q knife nor pistol but body to body
u became two giants.
IA John felt lower rib crack benea
: Carvers' terrible embrace, but his irt
= hand ripped the muscles of his ASA
y ants arm from the bone like an oran
- pulp and he flung him, crushed al
- bleeding. upon the ground. In an
" slant the black lips Of the bog fasten
u upon Carver's huge limbs, swift
!, silently, and John Rid had scar
II time to get his own feet upon firm s,
III before his enemy was sucked doy
~ into those grim depths, his face d
u torted with agony, but his quiveri
lips uttering no sound.
Loves true course does not alwa
!. run awry and both John and Lor
: recovered, he to worship her and s
to assure him through the serene yea
: with eyes and lips ell eloquent:
- love you, John Ridd."
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