Decatur Democrat, Volume 43, Number 28, Decatur, Adams County, 21 September 1899 — Page 5

THE democrat BVEBY THURSDAY MORNING BY LEW 0. ELLINOHAM. Publisher. SI,OO PER YEAR IN ADVANCE. v tpn-d at the postofflce at Decatur. Indiana b ll as second-class mail matter. OFFICIAL PAPER OF ADAMS COUNTY. THURSDAY, SEPT. 21. » BSE Os KI. By THEODORE ROBERTS. [Copyright. ISK, by American Press Association.] “Yon very nearly cut his majesty ont," returned Hurry, “but I believe they have patched it up and will get married at Christmas. ” “Good!” I replied. “Now tell me what the king wants of me, brother, for I long to get back to lestens. ” “What a promising courtier you are, Dart,” he said gayly. “Then it is by accident and not by design, if I am, for Blatenburg is dull and empty to me already, saving your presence, old boy." “I can believe that; Ido not think I would be so energetic a courtier myself if my heart’s desire were away at the end of a 30 mile road, ” he said softly. “Sblood!” cried I "Who spoke of heart’s desire?” “Yonr eyes and manner, my dear cadet," Harry answered. We went up to the palace together, and the viscount interviewed the king in my behalf. He came back to me shortly, where I had waited in one of the withdrawing rooms, to say that his majesty could get along without me in time of peace, but not in time of war. There was also a little gold ring from the royal finger to grace the brown digit of the young cadet. I was overjoyed at being able to leave the city, or perhaps it was at being able to return to Isstens. “If you will wait three days, I will go home with you, ” Harry remarked as we stood on the terrace and stared across at a mounted party of ladies and cavaliers. “I can’t risk it,” 1 said, “for your three days will lengthen out like a stirrup strap in a rain. " We embraced in farewell, and he went off to order his horse to ride out with the Lady St. Armand, and I returned to the tavern to see if Hagart was fit for the saddle. He was in the best of spirits. So I told a fellow to have him ready within a half hour, and called for my dinner. CHAPTER VIII. THE CAPTURE OF THE CADET. Merrily on the afternoon of the same day I swung into the saddle, flecked good Hagart with my gloves and set the tall bouses and noisy streets slipping behind me. Out of the gates, past the staring sentries and sullen towers, I rode with a cheer. The mud had dried up wonderfully since our advent to the city, and Hagart tossed his mane back into my face with the sheer joy of the open road. We passed through the outlying villages and into the open country in less than an hour. Then I drew rein and walked Hagart up a hill. The willows and poplars were so full of leaves and summer wind that they seemed things of the air—not gross vegetables with their roots deep in the ground. The fields were bright with young grain, the woods with birds. So we went, forgetting the scenes of battle, both man and horse glad with the fullness of life. Dark was drawing down when far to the north I made out the bine heads of the mountains and knew that Isstens, with all its cheer and love, lay not five miles in front of me. Then I fell to dreaming and entered the fir wood of the Monk’s Cross at a slow walk, with no thought of rapier or dag, and, as in an ugly dream, Hagart was thrown back on to his haunches, and I was dragged from the saddle. I swore a full mouthed oath and kicked over some of the men who held me. Hagart jumped clear, battered down two rogues with his unshod feet and thundered away toward Isstens. Swearing mightily at Hagart’s escape, they bound me viciously and tied me astride a mountain pony. What a joyful ending, this, to all my dreams! Then a horrible feeling of sickness came over me, and I shivered with a cruel chill My wound, which before I had thought little of, now began to pain and my head to swim. I swooned, and upon recovering consciousness I fonnd the pony upon which I rode picking its way over rocks and aronnd gullies. Owing to the darkness I could not make out the number of the fellows about me, but by their fierce and mixed jargons 1 knew them to be robbers from the North mountains. Presently a fellow at my stirrup said, “Now. lordling, what do yon think your father will pay to get you back I “Dog!” I muttered. “Keep that talk for the dead bodies of the men hanged by the neck and answer my question.” he growled in a threatening voice. “Not a penny if I can help it. A sword and a well aimed dag would set me free of you in half a minute, you scum of the pot!” He laughed at my words, though i think they suited him none too pleasantly. “Yon are a gay little cock.” he retorted, “and worth about 1.000 crowns to the baron.” I was fa’nt, but this speech touched me to the anger of a child. “ ‘Little cock!' you canaille! Just let me down, and I will show you my

six feet of littleness, ” I raved. After that, for what seemed to me years, we rode in silence. Our path became steep and rough, and three lanterns had to be lighted. Dizzy though I was. I managed to count 12 men in the party arpund me. "I am surprised that such brave men make such poor horse catchers, ” I said thinking of the valiant Hagart They swore hotly at this, and one fellow said he would knock my head off if I didn’t keep quiet. When we halted and they unbound me from the saddle I fell prone with exhaustion. Some one took me by the heels and dragged me into a little burrow floored with straw a.nd there let me he. I was hungry and tired, but as nothing came in the way of food I fell into a fitful sleep. When I opened my eyes, the sun was falling cheerfully into my rough abode, and my hands were free. At my elbow stood a can of water and a small loaf of black bread. I drank the water greedily and tried to eat a few crumbs of the loaf, but could not Mv head ached, and my limbs trembled. A lout armed to the teeth strolled up and down in front of my door From all around came the shrill laughter and vile jests of slatternly women TO® —A Bah.! It was some foul stuff from a ditch. and beastly men. I thought of Marion having once been among them, for how long a time I did not know, and with all my strength I swore bitterly. The day wore on without incident, and I tried to sleep. Such strange voices and bursts of music filled my ears, sometimes beautiful and sometimes frightful. Again 1 heard Marion singing her English songs; again 1 charged into the battle, cut and rode and shouted; again I sat beside Princess Barbara of Cloburg in her coach and made mock love the while she flashed at me her gray blue eyes. 1 went back to my childhood, when Harry and I played soldiers in the hall with wooden swords and raced down the avenue on our first ponies. I eat up, and it was evening by the shadows, and cried for more water. A young fellow brought it. quickly enough, and held it to my lips. Bah! It was some foul stuff from a ditch, and I turned away and cried like a girl. The fellow roared at his brutal joke. Late at night a can of clear water and more bread were brought and 1 drank eagerly, but ate nothing For hours I lay, my brain as clear as a glass, and listened to the men singing around their fires At last 1 slept, only to dream of horrible shapes and cries When 1 awoke, the fever was on me again. It was early dawn. There was just a tinge of gray light on the tree tops. I crawled out. strong with one determination, and that to drink my fill of water —good or bad. My guard was flat on his back, snoring like a pig. I crawled silently past him down the hill, and my ears were cheered by the sound cf a running stream Sliding and staggering, 1 at last reached the brink and felt the cool spray in my face. I thrust my lips to the surface and drank in long, gasping drafts, like a heated horse. I heard cries and shots and the clashing of weapons behind, but I lay down on the bank in a sweet delirium, and the sounds meant nothing to me. What cared I for battle now that my thirst was quenched! Twice 1 saw the captain's face gazing down at me, and I said something about the duel. But for the most of the time I was going through feats of skill on horseback with a cut and thrust sword; cn foot with a rapier. For some unaccountable reason I drew blade on Harry and, to my horror, ran him through first thrust Then I wrote poetry —sheets and sheets of it —about the king and the Princess Barbara, which 1 read aloud to a circle of strange faces waiting around me for some dark purpose. One rhyme went wrong, and I shouted for Red Harding to come and set it right. And whether I fought or rode or played poet I beheld always the winsome figure of the English Marion somewhere near watching me with sad eyes. And nil this time I seemed to be in some strange land, and up to me. through miles and miles of cloud and dream, sounded familiar voices entreating me to come back. I heard my brother’s voice among them, and I cried; “What is the matter. Lord Harry? Have I put burs in your pony s tail or eaten yonr tart ?’ Then came a far strange ringing laughter followed by a sudden, peaceful silence in my own brain, and 1 opened my eyes. Opposite the couch on which 1 lay stood the deep seated turret window with the casement open to the evening light. A swallow darted past; the voice of one of the stablemen trolling a love song came up to my ears In the corner stood my sword and my riding boots cleaned and polished. It was very quiet save for the song and the flutter or bin wings, after my years of continual music and action 1 wondered where the buzzing mneic and stony faces had gone to I turned my head on the pillow W look for them In a big chair drawn to my bedside, with a book open in her lap sat Marion, looking at me with dreaming eye* I smiled, wondering

what she was thinking about, and fell away into a childlike slumber. When I awoke, the light was still at the window, but it was the light of morning My mother bent over me and kisssed my forehead, Harry was at the footboard in hat and hunting dress. “Well, old fire eater, it is fine to see you back again,” he said as a man greets another on returning from a long journey. Behind my mother stood Marion, clad in gleaming white, with a little glass of medicine in her hand. I had been afar in the land of fever dreams for almost two weeks after my rescue from the mountain robbers, and it was about this rescue that Harry and my father came to tell me later on that same day. Thus came the story in my father’s slow, clear voice: “The captain and Red Harding find the men reached home shortly after noon, bringing word that you were going to stay a few days in the city at his majesty’s command. In the evening one of the men found Hagart, heated and nervous, standing at his stable door, with saddle all askew. There was wonder in the house at first, then panic; for we imputed that our old enemies had been up to their play. But how Hagart had escaped and why you had taken the road so soon after the captain we could not imagina Within half an hour of the horse’s appearance 15 of us were well on the road to the mountains. “But we had not traveled far before we came face to face with a stalwart rogue on a long haired pony. He told ns what ransom his chief wanted and that if he did not return to the camp before dawn you would be stabbed in your sleep. For a moment we thought of falling upon him and making him guide us to the camp, but he leaped back and clapped a pistol to his head. It was no use. I promised him the money—promised to put it into his hands on the fourth hour of the afternoon two days later. “ ‘lf any man follows me, the boy dies,' and with these words he galloped away. But Pierre, the woodchopper, sprang from his horse and followed swiftly and noiselessly on foot while we turned and rode home. Thanks to Pierre’s wonderful endurance, the trick served, and next night he was back at Isstens with the path to the robbers' camp clear in his memory. “The captain, with all the sound men he could gather and Pierre for guide, next morning started on foot. I waited till the afternoon and then, with a bag of gold and a pistol, rode out to meet the fellow of the previous interview. On my way I made many plans for giving the gold and then a bullet, but on arriving at the meeting place I found the fellow dead in the ditch. He was a horrible sight. Near by stood an old peasant, who pressed one band to a wound in his side and gripped a bloody scythe blade with the other. “I dressed the old fellow’s wound, which was not very serious, and helped him home. His name is Bangait. You remember that his son was shot while working in the harvest fields two years ago. “I was afraid to search for our own party or the camp of the robbers without a guide, knowing that I might set all the captain’s plans of ambush at nanght, so I came back to the house. We waited in the dining hall all night, and when the sun was well up the party returned, carrying you on a litter of branches. The fight had been well timed and sharp, and that band of devils is broken utterly The captain found you lying on the bank of a stream sound asleep. ” When my father ceased, mother and Marion entered the room with the captain and Red Harding on their heels. Marion did not look at me. The captain and the lieutenant were overjoyed at ray recovery. The old veteran took one of my hands in his. “Himmel, comrade! It is whiter and weaker than a lady’s. ” And he screwed up his scarred face, while tears welled into his eyes. Castletree laughed at the other’s remark and said, "You will find it brown and strong enough to bother your guard inside a month.” [TO BE CONTINUED.] I Coleridge’s Cloudiness. There is in Mr. Ellis Yarnoll’s interesting volume of reminiscences, “Wordsworth and the Coleridges,” a very amusing story of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, whose thoughts were sometimes too profound even for poets to follow. Wordsworth and Samuel Rogers had spent the evening with Coleridge, and as the two poets walked away together Rogers remarked cautiously: ‘‘l did not altogether understand the latter part of what Coleridge said.” "I didn’t understand any of it,” Wordsworth hastily replied. “No more did 1!" exclaimed Rogers, with a sigh of relief. What Paper Coots. Ladies who go shopping hate little idea of the cost of their trip, even in such a minor detad as the cost of paper for the packages they have sent home. A Baltimorean has recently compared the weight of paper with the food supplied to the purchaser. In one day’s purchases it is said that the paper wrapping amounted to about 10 per cent of the total. In a list of supplies costing about $1.40 he found that the paper which was weighed with the provisions cost 14% cents. The Kind He Bought. Little Edwin—Mamma, what is liquid air? Mamina —I don’t know. Ask your papa. He’s always going out between the acts "to get a little air.”—Chicago Hope is a flatterer, but the most upright of all parasites, for she frequents the ]x>or man’s hut as well as the palace of bis superiors.—Shenstone.

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Township Tax Levies. Auditor Mangold has received from the township trustees the tax levies as fixed by the advisory lioards in the several townships, and as returned are as follows: . . „ , , . Union— Township 15c, local notion sc, special school 40c, road sc, additional road 10c, poor 1c; total 76c. Root Township 25c, local tuition Bc, special school 10c, road 25c, additional road 10c, poor 1c; total 54c Preble— Township 15c, special school 15c, road 20c, additional road 10c, poor 2c; total 62c. Kirkland Township 10c, local tuition 10c, special school sc, road 10c, additional road 15c, poor 2c; total oZe. Washington—Township 40c, tuition 6c, special school 12c, road 10c, additional road 10c, poor sc; total 83c. St. Marys—Township loc; road to be worked out. Blue Creek,— Township 11c, tuition 10c, special school 10c, road 10c additional road 10c, poor 2c; total 53c. Monroe-Township Bc,special school 12c, road 6c, additional road 6c, poor le;*total 33c. ... French-Township 10c, local tuition sc, special school 30c, road 10c, additional road sc, poor 1c; total blc. _ Hartford — Township sc, special school 40c, road 12c, additional road sc, poor 1c; total 63c.1 Wabash— Township sc.local tuition sc, special school 30c, road 10e, additional road sc, poor sc; total 60c. Jefferson Township 25c, special school 30c, road 10, additional road 10c, poor 3c; total 78c., . . Decatur school —Tuition 32c, special school 35c, library 3; total 70c. Berne school—Tuition 25c, special school 15c; Total 40c. . Geneva school—Tuition 45c, special school 30c; total 75c. Excursion rates on all railroads to the Jay county fair at Portland, 26-3 Building rock, the equal of the Buena or Markle quarries, for sale by J S. Bowers. A large stock of bridge and foundation stone on hand. Also crushed stone in three grades-stone screenings, medium and coarse. Ihe daily capacity, when plant is complete, will be 150 perch of foundation stone, 75 yards of screenings, 75 yards of medium and 75 yards of coarse crushed stone. Hercules stump powder for sale in connection with stone. 23.3 m J. S. Bowers. For the Farmers. . As the fanners hogs are dying m many localities it would lie well for them to use something as a preventative before their hogs are taken sick, and I know nothing that will nil the bill better than the following remedy, viz: Charcoal, one bushel; un slacked lime, one peck; salt, one pound; copperas, two pounds; saltpeter, one pound; sulpher, one pound. Mix and feed two* tablespoonsful of the mix tore to each hog twice a day. Try it. W. H. Shepherd, Linn Grove, Ind.

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