Decatur Democrat, Volume 43, Number 31, Decatur, Adams County, 12 October 1899 — Page 6

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MIHMS. By THEODORE ROBERTS. [Copyright. IS3C, by American Press Association.] CHAPTER XI. THE ROYAL GUARDS OF CLOBURG. The morning breeze, all scented with the late harvest and after grass of the meadows, was in my nostrils when 1 awoke A little, rustic casement stood open before my wondering eyes. It was very unlike the window in my palace room, and 1 thought J was dreaming Then 1 turned my head, and beside me. sharing the same couch cf straw and homespun coverings, lay my comrade. Tom Beverley Immediately the wild ride of the night came back and the kindly welcome to the peasant’s cottage, and 1 sprang up and began to dress Beverley woke at my movements “Where are we. Isstens?’ he asked sleepily I told him “Curse it!" be cried. “I thought that it was all a dream ' He looked out at the little bit of pasture and rustic wall that showed at the casement, and his eyes filled with tears. The good wife and her daughter gave ns goat's cheese, white bread and honey for our breakfast The lass stood beside Beverley in the doorway, and over the brim of my earthenware cider mug 1 noticed that they were just of a size. Then the idea of disguising him in a woman's clothing flashed on me "Good!' 1 said aloud, and straightway offered her two gold crowns for her holiday attire—shoes, hair ribbons and all. -My two goldpieces and Beverley's gallant kiss overcame her affection for the brave blue skirt and gray bodice which were laid away in the linen chest The women were romantic, and we told enough of our story to gain their sympathy Another crown br< ught a serviceable homemade sidesaddle, and Beverle”'« own horse furniture was stowed away in the garret Then, with the clothing the girl had provided, my friend retired to our chamber After half an hour b e appeared as dainty and blithe a lass as ever tripped in red stockings. The women went into a frenzy of laughter and compliments, and I was astonished at the change in the gallant Tom Beverley, the deadli est swordsman in his regiment of ■ 2T 'jfls. As I was dressed in a serviceable hunting suit, such as any gentleman would wear in the saddle, I did not put on any disguise. Tom mounted, show ing much red hose. “A peasant girl and her highborn lover —that will he the role." I said, finding my stirrnp Then we shook out our bridles towrd the mountains, the same range mat runs across the kingdoms and behind the old bouse of Isstens.

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Not knowing what might happen, I bore Tom's sword, together with my own. one swinging from the saddle, the other at my thigh. All day we traveled, sometimes passing through oak woods and copses of evergreen, again having cultivated fields on either hand, from which the grain harvest had been gathered in. We evaded the villages by rid ing around them. At night we came to the foothills and a rude inn beside the road. I swung from my saddle. “Cordelia, love, allow me to help yon down,” I said, and Beverley smiled so sweetly that I vow the stable boy beside us shook with a pang of jealousy. Upon entering the hostel I called for supper and ordered two chambers to be prepared. My host winked at a dirty rogue who sat by the fire. “We have but one guest chamber fit for the likes of you,” he replied. “Then get that one ready for the lady and a couch down here for me, and see to it quickly,” I said, staring him down. He whistled impudently, not being used. I think, to men of my disposition. A woman came in with cold fowl and wine for our supper. The landlord stood and ogled Beverley, thinking me a lovelorn youth and as mild as I looked. I kicked him squarely on the seat of bis well mended breeches and told him again to see to my bidding. He went about it then with a fine show of alacrity. Tom and I devoured the partridge and tried to drink enough of the sour wine to quench our thirst. As the woman and dirty man surveyed us closely we kept up the lover act, Tom using his tongue with an uncultivated buzzing and I sighing mightily, reciting scraps of amorous rhymes and talking much about having once seen the king, this last to give our listeners the idea that I was of the little gentry of the place.

Presently the fair Cordelia retired to her chamber, the dirtj’ man took his departure, and I made myself at home by the hearth. With my saddle under my head I slept well enough until morning. We breakfasted at the opening of dawn on meat stew smacking strangely of smoke and cinders. During the night I had dreamed of capture and i P “Good/” I said aloud and straightway offered her two gold coins. disgrace, and my temper was not of the sweetest when we went out to mount our horses A fellow in a red cloak was talking hotly with the gentleman of dirt who had enjoyed the inn fire on the previous evening. Upon seeing us they parted silently, and the stranger, who had the bearing of a soldier, approached and bowed low. “You are riding north, milord?” he questioned. "Even so,” I said, measuring him with my eye. “The roads are dangerous—a dog in every bush, so to speak.” he continued, “and if I might only travel along with you and the lady it would be safer for all.” I knew his kind at first glance, but bow to rid ourselves of his presence was more than I could imagine. I looked helplessly at Tom. “Surely we will be only too pleased to have the gentleman’s company.’ simpered iny comrade. The fellow swept the ground with his great hat and ogled most vilely With the knowledge of Tom’s good sense to comfort me I told the man to get his horse, and in a few minutes we three rode away The country along our route was rugged and uninhabited. All the time when not thinking of my dreams I was picturing attacks from robbers, plunder and sudden death, and every ledge of

rock wore a sinister shadow in my eyes Shortly before noon we came to the top of a sharp dip. half way down which the road turned and hid itself from our view But the dash and roar of a swift stream came up to us Here I managed to bungle the reins, thereby slowing Hagart, and starting the descent half a length behind the man in the red cloak, without attracting his attention. He watched lorn, who rode ahead, as a cat eyes a mouse. “The game, whatever it is. will be played here.” I murmured to Hagart Just then Tom drew a pistol from his skirts and tired into the bushes on cur right, and, before our companion could act at all. 1 sent him sprawling out of the saddle Tom. looking less like Mistress Cordelia than the devil, with many curses scrambled from his crazy saddle, leaving half his feminine attire flying therefrom, and speedily sat upon my victim Uncertain what to do and expecting a pistol ball in my vitals at any moment. 1 shouted at the little fury of an Englishman and asked what he had seen in the cover “Go and look. It won’t hurt you.' he answered. I dismounted, and. leading Hagart. went gingerly toward the spot in the brush at which my comrade had fired There lay the dirty man. armed with musket and pistol. He was flat on his back, exposing a grewsome hole in bis forehead to the little leaves and sun light I returned to the road and assisted Tom in the binding of cur prisoner After we had done this to our satisfaction we put him on his horse, which was a fine beast, and continued our journey The man, who bad fully recovered. did not speak, but glared at us like a caged devil Tom sang to him songs of the court A queer picture we must have made riding slowly along the uncared for road under the full glory of the sun Tom’s skirts were so badly torn that his scarlet bosen showed plain. He had reclaimed his swcrd from me and wore the heavy belt around his gray bodice, and a pistol, no longer concealed, stuck in the front of the same. “What a sweet creature you are.” I said. In the afternoon, coming to a small field of neglected grass, we unsaddled the three horses and sat down to a meal of bread and cheese. The prisoner refused to eat Beverley, with his sword trailing on the ground, twisted his neck and surveyed himself. “I would put on my uniform if I had it, ” be said. “You wouldn’t look nearly so fear inspiring in it. As yon are you would frighten all the imps of hades,” I answered. The captive looked up. “Are you a wench or a devil?” he growled. Two nights later Tom and I sat over an uncertain fire in the mouth of a cave. A gray drizzle hung close over the mountains, and we shivered in our retreat. The prisoner had gone, and my left arm was bound about and hung in a sling made of a strip of Tom’s petticoat “Isstens,” said Tom, pulling half of my cloak closer about him, “I think our mother would not know us. ” I assented sadly, for the escape of our captive and the cut on my arm touched sorely upon my pride. “Great heavens 1 To think of us running from the king’s guard and hiding from these mountain ruffians, and I brought up to wear gaiters and preach to the farmersl” he exclaimed. “And with no wine to keep the chill from our bones,” I grumbled. “To the devil with the wine!” he said. “Give me rather some clean linen and a hairbrush. ” Then my arm pained, and I growled. “Only let me get one more chance at that dog in the red cloak. ” We threw more twigs and lengths of rotten fagot on the fire and retired to the depths of the cave to sleep. For a long time 1 lay awake listening to my friend’s quiet breathing and the movements of our horses feeding without. Then I thought of the gray pile of the house of Isstens standing against the brightening sky, as I had last beheld it, and a soft dream came to me, like unto my mother’s hands wooing me to sleep I was awakened from heavy slumber by the agony in my atm Opening my eyes, I stared, woefully astounded at what I saw The cave was lighted by two torches stuck in crannies in the rock, and about me lay a number of men rolled in blankets. I could hear the tramping cf a sentry before the doer. Trying to lift my hand to my head, I found that I was tied with eword belts —arms and legs. At this discovery I swore so lustily that several of the fellows sat up and looked at me. The throwing back of their blankets disclosed the silver and blue of the uniform of the Royal guards of Cloburg Their looks were apologetic. “Go to sleep. Isstens, and. for God’s sake, don’t wake Beverley I” whispered the youth nearest me. I did not answer Hope had left my heart.

“The king’s commands are not to our liking." he continued, and. for the love of the Virgin, do not let our comrade know that we have hunted him down until there is no help for it ” "We expected no less.” I muttered, and. closing my eyes, pretended to sleep. But ). lay awake waiting for the dawn to deaden the flare of the torches and thinking woefully of the fate in store for Beverley and myself It all came into my mind’s eye—the court martial, the king's short words and my friend a thing of clay, and the cadet of Isstens an outcast on the face of Europe. W’hat man would cross swords with me more? What woman would let me pledge her eyes in the wine again ? But how much, think you. would I care for the world's treatment with my comrade.

the blithe and leal, and my bitter enemy both dead T There would be nothing left for me in the wide world to fight beside or fight against with the old keen pleasure Then came thoughts of Harry and my mother, and 1 turned on my side, with dry eyes staring at the walls of the cave Presently Beverley awoke, and. feeling the leather on bis wrists, cried, “Isstens. have the footpads taken us?” “Nay. Tom; the Royal guards have ridden us down.” I answered Two of the men, both sons of ncblemen of high standing, began talking softly to their sword brother Suddenly he sat up and cried, “Isstens. these gentlemen have done their duty before God and the king, as we would have them do it who are our friends, so let us go with them blithely back to our deserts. ”

Our captors were silent All that morning, with our hands [ loosely fastened, we rode astride our own horses back along the path by which we had so lately fled We went sadly, saying little, and the memory of past rides with these fearless gentlemen came back to me. of the wild gallops with our scabbards striking behind and songs of battle and love on every lip At noon they cut our hands free, and we sat with them silently, but kindly The good wine put new life into me At the end of the meal a tall, pale youth, a man of sinew, blood and poeticfire. leaped to bis feet with bis flask raised. "Guardsmen. " he said in a thrilling voice, “the bravest man in a regiment where none are cowards, the deadliest swordsman in a place where all can fight, the truest friend among men of true hearts all. has. for the killing of a dog in fair fight, been ridden down, at the king’s command, by his own comrades. We have bound him with thongs. God pity ns! We have bound also his truest friend, who stood by him and made his trouble the danger of both. God pity us for this! In memory of oi l pledges. I pledge to their brave hearts, end, Beverley, for the love of the Virgin mother, say that you forgive us I” The men turned their heads away. “We have nothing to forgive, my sword brother. ” Tom rose and flung his arms about the poet-soldier’s neck. And after that the ten gentlemen, feeling more their love for Beverley and their pity for me than all their love for the king, offered us our liberty. But take advantage of their friendship we would not, and so rode on with them and on the third evening passed into the city of Cloburg Tom and I rode knee to knee, be once more in his own saddle and wearing his own clothes, which we had recovered from the kind peasant. [TO BE CONTINUED, j Quail hunters bagged considerable game in the neighborhood of J. T. Johnson last Sunday thus committing two violations of the law. The parties are known and may be called upj on to explain themselves, which might be a hard task. A Handsome Publication—“ The Empire of the South” Issued by the Southern Railway. “The Empire of the South," a 200page book, handsomely illustrated, with most complete information ever compiled, regarding the South and its industries, is a valuable addition to any library. This book is issued by the Southern Railway—having been compiled at a large expense, and it is the handsomest publication of the kind ever gotten out. Copy will be forwarded promptly to any address upon application to W. A. Turk, General Passenger Agent, Washington, D. C., with 15 cts. to cover postage. Hunting and fishing books, “Land of the Sky” pamphlets, maps and other illustrated literature mailed free to any address by J. C. Beam, Jr., N. W. P. A., 80 Adams St., Ceicago, 111. C. A. Baird, 216 Fourth Ave., Louisville, Ky. Wm. H. Tayloe, Asst. General Passenger Agent, Louisville, Ky. 31m3 By the Beggar Prince Co. at the opera house. Girofle and Girofla were sisters, twins, and each looked exactly like the other, so for identity sake one wore a blue ribbon and the other a pink ribbon. Marisquin loved and married Girofle. Monzook, a mighty moor, was promised the hand of Girofla but unfortunately Giraflla was kidnapped by privates before the ceremony. Don Balero de Allecazax, the doting father of these twins, tried to explain matters but was only given five minutes to produce the Moor’s bride. Aurora, his beloved wife, saved his life by putting the pink ribbon on Girofle, thus transforming Girofle into Girofla and the Moor received his bride and was thus satisfied. The remaining two acts give an amusing account of the attempts to keep Marisquin and Manzook solid in the belief that each had a bride all to himself while in fact there was but one bride. Finally brave Pedro the cook, recaptured Girofle and for his reward was given Pequita in marriage. Mr. Wade was Don Balero and Etta Merris, Aurora, his wife. Pearl Convey did the dual role and was very attractive. She did some very clever work in the drinking scene in the second act. The company is a good one and will no doubt do a splendid visit during their stay. The members of the company are ladies and gentlemen and a credit to their profession. Rockford, 111., Enterprise. Opera house, Oct. 16, 17, and 18. Price 10, 20 and 30.

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