Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1921-11-26

s"ore TO smoke out this nest of ras-
cais, but the timid farmers, overawed
Dy their savagery, would promise no
support.
Meanwhile an unparalleled winter
mad set In. Day after day the snow
leii steadily and, blown by the wind
almost smothered the low-eaved cot
tages. Desperate for some word OF
Lorna, John made his way on snow.
SHOES into the very heart of Glen
Doone, unobserved In that feathery
fos. John found Lorna's hamlet, stifled
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 a 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
fireside.
The Doones, though so openly set at
defiance, bided heir time. With spring
the roads We're open and one moon.
light night, with an arrogance worthy
of Carver, they attacked Flowers Bar.
rows In force. John Ridd, nothing
daunred, defended his fireside 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 the great
Lord Dugal, kidnapped as a child. TO
London and the protection of her noble
uncle she was summoned, her heart as
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, "whc
am but simple farmer, who dares
lift his eyes to the niece Of an earl?"
But this was no time for repinng,
for the ill-starred rebellion of Mon
mouth famed out, catching John Ridd,
innocent though he was, In its tolls
But all came to 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 knighted by King James, and
when the earl of Dugal died soon aft
err, well-directed bride secured JEFF.
freys' permission to let Lorna, his
ward in chancery, wed the redoubtable
| Sir John Ridd.
Back to Exmoor and Ployer's Bar.
rows went John Ridd, knight, to lead
the farmers of the countryside who in.
furiated by new outrage committed
| by the Doones, took the law into their
own hands and swept the robbef
| 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
| to be wed while all the neighborine
| farmers came to applaud the event.
| Scarcely were the sacred words of the
service pronounced when a shot rang
| through the church and Lorna, hei
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 off In hot
pursuit he swore that the world was
too narrow a place to harbor him and
his enemy another day. For Carver
on his faded horse there was no es,
cape. His pistol missed fire, and at
last in narrow defle fianked by d
wood and 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 a lower rib crack beneath
Carvers' terrible embrace. but his iror
hand ripped the muscles of his assail-
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 fasten q
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 dow
into those grim depths, his face dis
torted with agony, but his quiverinp
lips uttering no sound.
Loves true course does not Away
run awry and both John and Lorna
recovered, he to worship her and shr
to assure him thro' III the serene years
with eyes and lips ell eloquent: y
love you, John Ridd."
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