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Sergeant WysU
[ like you any too well, Raymond; I
i know your treachery."
, I "1 did nothing against you," he pro-
nto MSB. county on the j te9tedi wr|gg|ing about to gain Blinipse
«r'<nairirTnv.5rn7tl\%o"«nwond|of my face. "1 had no authority
tiamed 'om rftyior. ' M1nr Harwood ,prp "
« NO, hut you had influence, and used
}v>" Briar counw and to it against me. I got the story straight
^aK ' enough, and can guess the reason
liar wood a num-. as l-leu- ♦•iiuuk". a,,,J — , . _
N ,fTS " t-ck straighter; there, I reckon
in the house Wjatt torc« a(Jvan„
;,rnAn"e cow'an. "ho projgj-|
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Noreen s dead fa^er. noreen who
«S? €^m^.°Trii%:FP„ra5 i ""the "walls of'the room. Raymond
that will hold."
I stood off and looked at the two
of them, surprised at the ease with
which I bad accomplished the result,
but entirely at sea as to my next move-
ment. No plan, no hopeful possibility
occurred to me; 1 could but stare^va-
cantly at my two prisoners, and about
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whoL^om?er T« was Jammed back into one c0™er
.roups, one of yWho« from the d()0r. his face white.
every bit of nerve gone, and a red
welt showing where my grip had con
tracted the flesh. The fellow actual V
looked pitiful he was so completely
cowed. But Plckney was of a differ-
ent kidney. He sat glaring angrily
at me across the table, with face re
as the rising sun. straining at the
tough leather, his Hps muttering in
coherent threats of vengeance.
•Til get you yet. you d d rascal
I heard him growl, "and stretch your
neck without any trial.
"And I'll gag that mouth of yours.
1 answered "and keep it still for
awhile. Oh. yes. you'll open up, my
muni I know a trick that will make
bite the tighter I pull the cord.
Would
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fpn<i him VVyatt la taken to l*w duik
leno mm. . f .«> < ;unr> comnmn*
(or trial as a s| . TIMJ . , , (<l
dam anu Captain Fox ' l'
tell if tl # courthouse basement, tie JJ
<u„s clemency In return
,nu uses Ills boyhood s knowledge of tM
fcullding to escape to the attic anil then
to the sheriff s office by means of dis-
used. old-fashioned chimney. He wa h«
off the soot n ml changes elothei tn "i«
•leserted washroom, and rfc°."" .......0
H,. surprises Raymond and the camp
commandant.
CHAPTER XVIII.
I Make Two Prisoners.
1 saw him stare, open-mouthed, as
though at a ghost. There was a star
tied look in his face, but no recogni-
tion. The same swift glimpse had re-
vealed to me a discarded belt on the 1 jou
slant the latch of the door rattled as
though a hand without gripped it. 1
had barely time in which to leap back
against tiie wall, hidden from view
when the door opened inward All I
saw was the glimpse of a man's hand
and sleeve. The fellow must have
perceived nothing to alarm him, for
he merely held the door ajar..
"A lady to see the colonel," he an-
nounced briefly. "Just etep in. miss."
1 saw- her advance two steps, and
then stop motionless, with half-sup-
pressed cry of surprise. The sentry
could not have heard the slight ex-
clamation. for he closed the door, the
men and the door.
"Not a single move, gentlemen!" 1
■commanded crisply, yet not venturing
to speak aloud, for fear of a guard
outside. "Lieutenant, place your gun
on the desk!"
He had it half drawn, but tny weap-
on was aimed straight at his head.
"What the hell!" he sputtered.
"Never mind! Do as I say first, and
then ask questions—take it by the
barrel; now slide It across to me
My eyes glanced aside at the face
of the other, who was looking up.
.scarcely comprehending even yet what
had occurred, and recognized Colonel
Plckney.' So 1 had blindly strayed
Into headquarters! Itaymond gasped
like a fish out of water, and the florid
features of the colonel expressed a
, bagrin too deep for words. I thought
lie would explode, he sputtered so be- ,
fore he could give vocal utterance to
his discovery.
••By o . It's that d n spy!"
"What!" and the lieutenant took a
step forward, only to shrink back as
my revolver came to a level.
• Any noise either of you make will
be the last sound you'll utter In this
world. Lieutenant Raymond, I will
trouble you to step around back of the
desk—no, the other way; I advise you
not to be tricky. Colonel Plckney, sit
up in your chair, and put your hands
behind you tn through the openings
in the chair back. Oh. yes you will!
Don't be a fool, man! What Is this
a hair trigger?"
1 never saw anyone more thoroughly
angry; he would have killed me with
the utmost pleasure, and, indeed, for
an instant. 1 expected him to actually
make the attempt. Ilut my eyes
glared Into his, and the man was not
Insane. Slowly, reluctantly, as though
actually forced Into the action, hln.
arms were thrust backward Into a poN -You!" 8he Exclaimed,
ture of helplessness. His lips sput-
tered, but he could not even swear.
"Now. Raymond, take that belt and
bind him." 1 commanded sternly. "Go
to it. and be quick. Remember I have
a gun in each hand. That's It—no*
■catch the buckle."
Pickney choked with rage to which
ho dare not give veut, and the hands
of the lieutenant shook as though from
chill. His face was so white 1 began
to think the fellow had a streak of
cowardice In him. but his very fear
night give him recklessness. I shoved
the muzzle of a revolver against his
-coat.
"Now tills other around his legs;
strap him tight to the chair. Very
good, indeed; you are learning your
trade."
I tested the taut leather with one
hand.
•That will hold you. colonel, all but
your mouth, and I hope you have
enough sense left to guard that your-
self. Raymond." and my glance swept
the walls of the room hastily, "I re-
gret troubling you so much; It Is like
adding insult to Injury—but would you
reach me those overalls hanging on
the hook behind you? Thauk you
now turn that chair, so the back will
be this way, and—sit down."
He knew what 1 meant, and there
was an ugly look In his eyes, but 1
*ave him no time for action 1 gripped
him by the collar, twisting tuy
knuckles Into his throat, and thrust
him down into the chair seal with a
violence which caused the fellow to
gasp for breath
"You move when 1 speak!" I ssld
threateningly. "This Is no boy s play
Now put your handB back—oh, farther
than that; cross tte n over each other
Come, do vou feel the steel! 1 do uot
No!" 1 could not keep the Joyous
note out of my voice. "You mean—
"Merely that I came here seeking
your release, or rather to urge that
you be given a trial at Charleston
Is scarcely likely under all conditions
that 1 will prevent your escape, or at-
tempt to do so. You saved me from a
fate worse than death, and were cap-
tured while endeavoring to serve rae_
Surelv vou did not suppose 1 had
forgotten? You received my mes-
"Yes, and was most thankful^ for it.
I confess 1 had doubted before
"I read your thoughts in your face;
that was one reason why I wished to
reassure you. 1 could not be ungrate-
ful." She glanced across the room.
nd began again as though anxious to
get upon another topic. "1—1 request-
ed Lieutenant Raymond to Intercede
your behalf, and he pledged me his
word to do so. Less than an hour
ago I learned he was exerting his in
fluence with Colonel Plckney against
my wishes. 1 determined to come
here In person and learn the truth.
Have you any explanation, Lieutenant
Ravmond?" „
The fellow Is a self-confessed spy.
he asserted hoarsely. "There ^ was
nothing I could say to save him.
Lieutenant, I made no request that
you would Interpose to save this man
from his Just fate under military law.
My father was a soldier, and 1 know
a soldier s duty. All 1 asked was that
he be sent to Charleston, to the head
quarters of this department, where he
could have an impartial trial. If you
had bo advised Colonel Pickney, that
would have been done. He would have
gladly shifted the responsibility else-
where. Now the full burden of deci-
sion falls on me. 1 must choose be-
tween two duties—my loyalty to the
Union or to ray husband.
Raymond certainly was no more
startled than 1 at this avowal", per-
haps less so, for although the words
I choked in his throat, he managed to
' give them utterance.
"Your husband! Good God: Do
you mean to say you are married to
this fellow?"
"I not only mean it," she said calm
ly, "but I have the proof with me. I
tell you the fact merely to Justify ray
action, for 1 intend to save him If I
can. I wish Colonel Pickney to know-
why 1 do this—what conditions Justify
me in so rebellious a course. This
man does not deserve death; lie was
captured while defending me from in-
sult. and he Is my husband. 1 should
be unworthy the name of woman if
did not aid his escape."
She turned to me, her eyes eager.
"Tom, you must do just as 1 Bay.
You will let me thank you
Please do not speak of that every
moment now means so much. \ea, I
understand perfectly; shall I go now.
I nodded. Drawing slightly back be-
hind the door, 1 thrust both revolvers
Into the belt 1 had retained; this w^as
to be an affair of bare hands—swltt,
merciless, noiseless.
She grasped the latch, lifted her
eyes to mine for a bare instant, then
stepped out into the hall, her lips smil-
ing, as she paused a moment to glance
backward Into the room.
"Very well, colonel; 1 shall certainly
take her your message," she said
gayly. "and I thank you so much."
Her fingers released the latch, leav-
ing the door standing ajar.
"Oh, sentry." she said pleasantly,
but with guarded voice, "1 know it is
perfectly ridiculous, but a strand of
hair has become entangled In this
clasp. Would you kindly see it you
can free It?"
"Certainly, miss."
I heard him set down his musket
against the wall, and step forward
"On the other Bide," she suggested.
"If you turn this way you will get the
benefit of the light; It is caught In
those crossed sabers. 1 think.
She stepped back as I gripped him
steadying the musket to keep It from
being Jarred to the floor. A gasp, and
F QUEBEC didn't partake of the
light-hearted Frenehiness of a
Poiret skating cap it could never
live out the life of a twentieth-
century city, clinging aslant and jaunt-
ily as it does to a seventeenth-century
mountain with its mouth full of guns.
Quebec began at river-level, humbly
yet aspiringly, when the gallant .Mar-
quis de Montcalm in 1608 laid down
the cross and the sword for a moment
while he dug foundations for his
house, situated near what is now the
Levis Ferry pier in the lower town,
says A. Lyman In the Boston Tran
script. There was a hundred-and-eighty
foot cliff behind the little home, with
its gay garden aflame with all the
flowers of Versailles for the sweet
marquise who was to come over the
Atlantic, and before the door stretched
the loveliest of rivers, fading into the
distance beyond green Orleans. But
Quebec could never be satisfied to live
in one place, planted and at rest. So
it climbed the great mountain, perch-
ing Frontenanc's beautiful Chateau St.
Louis where now the Chateau Fronte-
nac stands. And after it had filled the
hill with buildings, it flowed over tho
top and down into the valley of the
St. Charles, where you can see it to-
day, multiroofed and a-twinkle.
Thus it comes that the streets of
Quebec lead a varied and exciting life,
from Mountain hill, which is too steep
for the old man to climb, and Sous le
From the still hour when the mother
o' pearl dawn breaks over the St. Law-
rence, with the puffed silver of the tug-
smoke against the dim heights of
Levis; through the sparkling morning
when you climb the green slopes of
the citadel, 290 feet above the river, to
get the Atlantic wind in your face;
past the sunshine of the afternoon
spent under one of the little pavilions
on Dufferin terrace that stand like gay
green and white striped parasols run-
ning their handleB up for flagpoles;
into the mysterious evening with the
lights of LeviB like softly woven
strands of the Milky Way-there isn t
a pauce in the processional panorama.
When the Mercury Goes Down.
Summer in Quebec is wonderful,
with its drives and its dancing, its
launch parties, its evening band con-
certs, its later hunting and fishing
trips But you never know the quaint
old, gay old, glad old town until the
mercury takes the down-elevator and
the Chateau people flood the long to-
boggan slide that drops the breathless
visitor from the king's bastion of the
citadel across Dufferin terrace—a quar-
ter of a mile in thirty seconds. *
Then the sleigh comes out—the low.
red-bodied musk ox-furred charm-
chariot in which you can drive all day
in the coldest weather, thinking or
twenty-flve miles or so into the back
country along roads grooved in the
snow and bordered with wind-break
Mrs xrsi as
SJ SHKs nr.:
life of perpetual hide-and-seek with ^Uhlnha ^ ^ ^
the proprieties of streetdom
CHAPTER XIX.
i
Reflections of Normandy.
Along these thoroughfares are plant-
ed tall Norman houses with grim roofs
pulled down over their eyes. They
stand In close formation, shoulder to
shoulder, mindful of the old days when
the Iroquois might drop over from
Levis in his canoe or the cursed Eng-
cure over twenty
Skiing is one of the latest added of
Quebec sports. Bob-sleighing in the
National park is this winter expected
to prove even more exciting. One of
these wind-racers may cost as high as
two thousand dollars. But it beats a
toboggan and it out-distances an auto,
and the curves it takes would dizzy a
You Here
and Free!"
latch clicking sharply. Iler eyes
opened wide, startng first at the
colonel, then at Raymond, bo startled
at the discovery of their predicament
-9 lo be dazed. I took a step forward,
and the swift light of recognition
leaped Into her eyes, as she leaned
forward to scan me more doBely In
the dim light of the single lamp. I
could not tell, 1 could uot be sure, yet
I thought the expression on her face
was one of relief, of rejoicing.
"You!" she exclaimed, as though
not yet half convinced of the truth,
"You here—and free! What—what
have vou done to these inen?"
1 laughed lightly, so relieved by her
reception as to feel a new man.
"Merely turned the tables; this time
luck wsb on my side, and neither gen
tleman seemed eager to prove a hero.
As you perceive, they are like lambs
They hardly looked It, for If ever
murder glared unconcealed In the eyes
of men. It did then; but tliej were
helpless to move or express them-
selves—at least the colonel was. al
though he struggled fiercely. The
younger officer made no attempt, his
thin lips drawn back In a cruel snarl
1 was certain there was a swift gleam
of amusement in the girl s eyes, but It
passed quickly as her glance again
met mine.
"Hut you! Tell me; 1 must under
stand In order to know what to do.
llow did you come here?"
• From the big chimney. 1 had no
suspicion this room was occupied, un
til 1 came face to face with these
men. But they were more surprised
even than I. I got the guns first, and
that ended It; but 1 cannot hold you
up that way."
"There Is no necessity."
The Lady Chooses.
She came across toward me. her
back to the others, and spoke swiftly,
yet in a low voice which did not carry
to their ears.
"There is only one way possible for
you to pass out of this building and
through the camp safely. There are
guards everywhere, and the orders
are very strict; but 1 think we can go
together. 1 know the countersign-
Captain Fox Is officer of the day. and
trusted me with it. If If you only
had a uniform! Where is the one you
wore?"
"My trip through the chimney left
that in rags," I answered, impressed
by her earnestness, and getting my
wits together.
She glanced about the walls of the
room, a trown between her eyes
"Then we must forage from the en-
emy." with a little, nervous laugh.
"You would never pass the sentry In
the corridor wearing that suit. \ou
will have to take the lieutenant's coat
and cap. Be quick about it—and—and
you need not be particularly geutle on
my account."
"Nor on my own, either tox In
formed me of what he told you."
I was not long about the job, nor
did Raymond make any resistance to
the exchange forced upon him. I took
no chances, binding htm with greater
care than before, and fitting a gag into
his mouth to silence any possible cry
for help. Noreen stood close to the
door, apparently listening for some
noise without, yet occasionally direct-
ing her glance toward us anxiously.
"Are you ready?" she asked in a low
whisper.
"Yes; but tell me your plan. 1 need
to know what character I am to en-
act—Raymond?"
"Not at first; not In the hall. That
would be useless, as there Is a light
burning. Listen." and she grasped my
sleeve In both hands In her eagerness
to explain. "There is a sentry sta-
tioned outside this door—the colonel s
orderly, I presume, but fully armed,
and two others at the front entrance.
These are twenty or thirty feet away,
and out of sight from this door. 1 am
not particularly afraid of passing
them."
"It's the fellow stationed here.
"Yes; he will be suspicious of a
stranger coming out with me, for he
has seen everyone who came in."
"There Is only one course to pur-
sue, then. We must trust to force,
and a quick assault which will give
the fellow no time to raise an alarm.
You go out alone, leaving the door
slightly ajar, and engage him in con-
versation. Did he appear to be genial
when you met blm before?"
"Yes, rather eager to talk—a young
She Stepped Back as I Gripped Him.
one convulsive effort to break loose,
but with the first jerk backward 1 bad
him off his feet, helpless, my arm cir-
cling his throat, holding him in a vise.
1 dragged him forward through the
door, and flung him to the floor face
downward.
Not a cry, son," 1 commanded
sternly. "I'll not shoot unless 1 have
to Hand me the rope cord in that
upper desk drawer, Noreen; yes.
that's It. Now, Jack, put your hands
behind you! Rather a surprise party,
wasn't it?"
The fellow stared up at me, and
grinned. .
••You sure did put It over me that
time." he admitted, a touch of genuine
admiration In his voice. "Who are
yer, may 1 ask? '
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
ONLY SURE CURE FOR COLDS
London Newspaper Asserts That Evil
Must Be Fought With Practically
Its Own Weapons.
Doctor Johnson, knowing nothing
of microbes, thought he had crushed
the story of the cold that strangers
bring to St. Kilda by asking: "How
can there be a physical effect with-
out a physical cause?" Then be pro-
ceeded to make merry The arrival
of a ship full of strangers, he laugh-
ingly supposed, would kill the inlia
Hants of the island; "for if one
stranger gives them one cold, two
strangers must give them two colds,
and so in proportion." In vain did be-
lievers 'in the story argue that it was
ahnually proved upon the arrival ot
the owner's steward, which always re-
sulted In a cold for all the islanders.
"The steward," replied Johnson, al-
ways comes to demand something
from them; and so they fall a-cougli-
ing."
The proper cure for a cold, which
always seems to have baffled the doc-
lish be heard down Beauport way.
Even the churches bear this same
front of secret watchfulness, from the
Chapel of the Ursullnes on the hill,
built in 1641, twice burned and three
reconstructed, where sleeps
The Toboggan Slide,
level-headed swallow. Truly, a bob-
Bleigh is the king of breath-takers, and
the biggest noise In the "some stunt
world!
But contrast is the spice of life. To
live in a tuque would be as monoton-
S™i^tter the fever of battle, to I ous as to stick by a limousine. And
Montcalm after the lever wheQ th0 {alr tobogganiste comes in.
Notre Dame des Victoires, least al-
tered of all. standing in the lower
town, its cross aloft to the winds that
welcome the Jack as once they flaunt-
ed the Fleur de Lis.
The English cathedral, built in 1804,
seems older than its years, carrying as
It does the scarred battle flag9 of the
old Sixty-ninth, flags that saw Bala-
klava, and that were replaced by new
ones presented in 1870 by Prince Ar-
tors is—cold—on the principle of j thur Tod#y a3 duke of C'onnaught, he
homeopathy. The only sailors In the annHaUy takea hl8 Beat inside the gold-
Crimean days who escaped sore j gn raUa Qf hig pew in tUe gallery to
throats were thoae who could not get Hgten t0 Bervice during the time he
mufflers. The members of the Scott | 1We3 #t the c!tadel
expedition never got a "cold until
"Good; then you can gain his atten-
tion for a moment Stand so that his
back will be to the door."
You are not going to kill him?"
"There will be no necessity; once I
get my grip the affair will be over—
you understand?"
Her Hps were firmly set. ber eyes
pravely earneBt. the light fell full
on her face 1 could not refrain from
touching her hand.
they had left the frozen Antarctic and
rea.-.bed civilization. We should es-
tablish the refrigerating chamber as
antiphon to the Turkish bath for cure
of colds.—London Chronicle.
Begoan' Paradise.
In China begging is in the nature ot
an art, and the various sorts ot sup-
plicants have been classified, until
now it is known that there are at
least thirty classes ot traveling uieudi
cants. .
The passenger boats know
and do not attempt to collect passage
money, for they sleep on the opee
deck, and, curiously enough, pay for
whatever rice they require. 1 his be-
ing the case, rather than have any
trouble with them and gain their
enmity, the boatmen allow them tree
' When they reach the city they put
up at the beggar hotel near the Mg
Pagoda and let the beggar headman
know of their arrival. Soon the regu-
lar allowance Is forthcoming and the
man ipemlL a few day; in pursuit ot
pleasure and then moves on to au
other place to repeat the same pro-
ceeding.
Hard by the cathedral is the duke of
Kent's house, where Queen Victoria's
father spent throe winters in the sev-
enteen nineties, to the great fluttering
of Quebec society. Almost across the
street is the quaint little white house
where Montcalm died. The visitor
who Is wise enough to knock at tho
door, take a look at the famous paint-
ing of the hero which goes with the
lease of the place, and wish for his
heart's desire the while he gazes, will
assuredly and for certain attain there-
„„„ wub,.... I« u?„rX™S;.'
the old Quebecoises will tell you.
But It isn't until you swing under
the gateway of the Chateau Krontenac
that you really find the heart of the
city. In the old days the brave de
Galissonlere walked in the governor s
garden, where now the big rink flashes
with gay skaters; and the wickedly in-
comparable Bigot bit his nails and
cudgeled his dark brain for fresh vil-
lainies on the spot where Jean Paul
serves the visitor with orange pekoe
and buttered crumpets. If Quebec had
u Calvlnlst soul, so much grim history
might be depressing. As it Is. ghostB
add spice to gayety.
t'p here the view is remarkably tlue.
1 :
pink-cheeked, star-eyed,, tingle-hearted
and triumphant, she finds in the warm
luxury of the hotel the antidote and
therefore the completion of her out
door afternoon. The hotel dances are
renowned for their gayety, and the
master of ceremonies sees to it that
no rose becomes an unwilling wall-
flower. When at last the lights dim
and the winds have it all to them
selves, whispering around the Cham
plain monument, the sleep-fairy takei
possession. It Is safe to say that in
sornnia. like hay fever and the blues
is a guest who has never registered ii
Quebec.
Composition of Coal.
Coal may be composed of three re<
ognizable constituents—spores (cannt
loid), modified wood (ltgnitold), ant
less commonly, relatively unmodifle
carbonized wood or charcoal. Til
properties of coal depend largely upo
the proportions of the original coiibI
tuents. Coals rich in spores, such I
cannels, bog-heads and oil shales, ai
highly bituminous, and in some for
coal determine tho fatness, and pre
ably have a definite relation to I
cooking properties; while the Ugl
told constituents * the hltum
oslty and cooking value <*f coal.
dattlng Ivan.
"When I Ml Inline twenty years ai
nobody thought I would " "r «mm
to anything," « Kt the prosperous m
ufacturer.
"You fooled 'em, eh?
"I should say so! Just for spit
leased every available billboard I
plastered uiy nauie all over my nal
village."
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