The Challis messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1912-current, 1921-11-09

"sdihst Tie brutal Carver. For IRA 4
10 play a desperate game and c.rrv
Lorna of would but incite the Doono,
10 wreak revenge upon the country.
side with fire and sword. At times no
swore to smoke out this nest Of ras.
Gals, but the timid farmers, oyerawed
by their savagery, would promise no
support.
Meanwhile an unparalleled w,nte,
mad 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 Gler
DOone, unobserved In that feather,
fox. John found Lorna's hamlet, stifled
her EXPLANATIONS 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 hy
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 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 sprine
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 tc
Johns honest soul a 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 q:
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 l but simple farmer. who dares
lift his eyes to the niece of an earlY
But this was no time for repinrng
for the ill-starred rebellion of Mon.
mouth famed out, catching John Ridd
innocent though he was, in it's tolls.
But all came to 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
er, a well-directed bride secured JEFF,
freyS' permission to let Lorna, his
ward in chancery, wed the redoubtable
Sir John Ridd.
Back to Exmoor and Flowers Bar
rows went John Ridd, knight, to leao
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 counselor
and his son, the brutal Carver, escape
a bloody death.
| Now at last the great day dawnet
for John and Lorna and they mad,
their way to the little country churc)
to be wed while all the neighborins
farmers came to applaud the event
Scarcely were the sacred words of the
service pronounced when shot ran,
through the church and Lorna, he,
dark eyes dropping. her wedding gown
stained with blood, sank into her hus
bands arms. John Rdd never forge
the agony Of that moment and yet h
seemed strangely calm. Only Carve
Doone could have done this dastardl.
deed and as John dashed off in h'
pursuit he swore that the world VIII
too narrow a place to harbor him an'
his enemy another day. For Carve
on his jaded horse there was no c>
cape. His pistol missed fire, and Il
last in a narrow defile flanked by /;
wood and stretch of bog the two mes
came to grips. They spoke little an
that grim duel was fought with neithe
knife nor pistol but body to body a
became two giants.
John felt lower rib crack beneat'
Carvers' terrible embrace. but his iro
hand ripped the muscles Of his assai'
ants arm from the bone like an orang'
pulp and he flung him. crushed nn'
bleeding, upon the ground. In an IL
slant the black lips of the bog faster
upon Carvers huge limbs. swift
silently, and John Ridd had scar
time to get his own feet upon firm 50
before his enemy was sucked dow
into those grim depths, his face di'
torted with agony. but his Quiverin
: lips uttering no sound.
Loves true course does not alwa!
run awry and both John and lorn.
recovered, he to worship her ana s.
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