The Daily Transcript (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 3, No. 158, Ed. 1 Sunday, January 16, 1916 Page: 2 of 4
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Confederate Sergeant Wyatt* la Bent
*a a any to his native county on the
Green Briar. He nieeta a mountaineer
named .tom Taylor. At a house beyond
Hot Springs they meet Major Harwood
Taylor murders Harwood and escapes.
Wyatt changes to U. 8. uniform. eaoapta
to the Green Briar country and goes to
Harwood's home, where he tlnda Noreen
Harwood. He Introilueea himself as Lieu-
tenant Raymond Parson Nichols comes
to the house and Wyatt forces him to
confess that he has been sent In advance
of Anse Cowan, who proposes to marry
Noreen at once, and so quiet title to the
land In dispute between the Cowans and
Noreen's dead father. Anse Cowan and
his gang arrive. Wyatt tells Noreen who
he Is. They force the preacher to silence.
Unable to escape while the gang Is on
the tlrst floor and around the house.
Wyatt proposes to marty Noreen and
protect her from Cowan Hhe accepts and
VV yatt torces the preacher to marry
them. Cowan's gang in driven off bv
rederal troops, one of whose officers Is
the real Lieutenant Raymond. Wyatt is
trapped, though Noreen attempts to de-
fend him. Wyatt is taken to Lewlshurg
for trial as a spy. The camp comman-
dant and Captain Fox visit Wyatt In his
cell in the courthouse basement. He re-
fuses clemency in return for Information,
K,,jVses '1 's boyhood's knowledge of the
building to escape to the attic and thence
<o the sheriff's office by means of a dls-
uiL 0'd-fashioned chimney. He washes
tiff the soot and changes clothes In the
jcserted washroom, and reconnoiters
He surprises Kaymond and the camp
commandant.
CHAPTER XVIII.
I Make Two Prisoners,
I saw hint stare, open-mouthed, as
'hough 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
end of the desk, in which glittered the
pearl handle of a revolver. With one
Btep forward 1 had the weapon in my
possession, and sprang between both
men and the door.
"Not a single move, gentlemen!" I
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 my 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
Pickney. So I had blindly strayed
into headquarters! Raymond gasped [
like a fish out of water, and the florid
features of the colonel expressed a [
chagrin too deep for words. 1 thought
he would explode, he sputtered so be-
fore he could give vocal utterance to I
his discovery.
"By O , it's that d n spy!"
"What!" and the lieutenant took a |
Btep 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 j
desk—no, the other way; 1 advise you |
not to be tricky. Colonel Pickney, sit j
up in your chair, and put your hands ,
behind you in through the openings
in the chair back. Oh, yes you will!
Don't be a fool, man! What is this— j
a hair trigger?"
I never saw anyone more thoroughly |
angry; he would have killed me with
the utmost pleasure, and, indeed, for I
an instant, I expected him to actually j
make the attempt. But my eyes j
glared into his, and the man was not ^
insane. Slowly, reluctantly, as though r
actually forced into the action, his I
arms were thrust backward into a pot, i
ture of helplessness. His lips sput-'
tered, but he could not even swear.
"Now, Raymond, take that belt and
bind him," I 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 vent, 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
might give him recklessness. I shoved
the muzzle of a revolver against his
coat.
"Now this 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 1 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? Thank you;
now turn that chair, so the back will
be this way, and—sit down."
He knew what I meant, and there
was an ugly look in his eyes, but I
gave him no time for action. 1 gripped
him by the collar, twisting my
knuckles into his throat, and thrust
him down into the chair seat with a
violence which caused the fellow to
gasp for breath.
"You move when I speak!" I said
threateningly. "This is no boy's play.
Now put your hands back—oh, farther
than that; cross tten over each other
Come, do you feel the steel! 1 do not
like you any too well, Raymond; 1
know your treachery."
"I did nothing against you." he pro-
tested. wriggling about to gain glimpse
of my face. "I bad no authority
here—"
"No, but you had influence, and used
it against me. I got the story straight
enough, and can guess the reason.
Sit back stralghter; there, I reckon
that will hold."
I Btood off and looked at the two
of them, surprised at the ease with
which I had accomplished the result,
but entirely at sea as to my next move-
ment. No plan, no hopeful possibility,
occurred to me; I could but stare va-
cantly at my two prisoners, and about
at the walls of the room. Raymond
was jammed back Into one corner
farthest from the door, his face white,
every bit of nerve gone, and a red
welt showing where my grip had con-
tracted the flesh. The fellow actually
looked pitiful he was so completely
cowed. But Pickney was of a differ-
ent kidney. He sat glaring angrily
at me across the table, with face red
as the rising sun, straining at the
tough leather, bis lips muttering in-
coherent threats of vengeance.
"I'll 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
man! I know a trick that will make
you bite the tighter I pull the cord.
How about you, lieutenant? Would
you like a dose of the same medicine?"
I stepped across to him. a strip of
cloth in nty hand, but just at that In-
stant the latch of the door rattled as
though a hand without gripped it. I
had barely time in which to leap back
against the wail, 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 step in, miss."
I 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
"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. It
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 me.
Surely you did not suppose 1 had
forgotten? You received my mes-
sage?"
"Yes. and was most thankful for it.
I confess 1 had doubted before."
I read your thoughts in your face;
"You will let me thank you!"
"Please do not speak of that—every
moment now means so much Yes. I
understand perfectly; shall I go now?"
1 nodded. Drawing slightly back be-
hind the door, I thrust both revolvers
into the belt I had retained; this was
to be an affair of bare hands—swift,
merciless, noiseless.
She grasped the latch, lifted her
eyes to mine for a bare Instant, then
stepped out .in to the hall, her lips smil-
ing. as she paused a moment to glance
backward into the room.
"Very weil, colonel; 1 shall certainly
take her your message," she said
that was one reason why I wished to gayly, "and I thank you so much,
reassure you. 1 could not be ungrate- j Her fingers released the latch, leav-
ful." She glanced across the room, ing the door standing ajar.
and began again as though anxious to J "Oh, sentry," she said pleasantly,
get upon another topic. "I—1 request- but with guarded voice, "1 know it is
ed Lieutenant Raymond to intercede
in 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 Pickney against
my wishes. 1 determined to come
here In person and learn the truth.
Have you any explanation, Lieutenant
Raymond?"
"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 Ills just fate under military law.
My father was a soldier, and 1 know
a soldier's duty. All I 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 so 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. I must choose be-
tween two duties—my loyalty to the
Union or to my husband."
Raymond certainly was no more
startled than I at this avowal, per-
haps less so, for although the words
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. 1
tell you the fact merely to justify my
action, for I intend to save him if I
can. 1 wish Colonel Pickney to know-
why I do this—what conditions justify
me in so rebellious a course. This
man does not deserve death; he was
captured while defending me from in
suit, and he Is my husband. 1 should
be unworthy the name of woman if I
did not aid his escape."
She turned to me, her eyes eager.
"Tom, you must do just as I say."
CHAPTER XIX.
perfectly ridiculous, but a strand of
hair has become entangled In this
clasp. Would you kindly see if you
can free it?"
"Certainly, miss."
I beard him set down his musket
against the wall, and step forward
"On the other side," she suggested.
"If you turn this way you will get the
benefit of the light; it is caught in
those crossed sabers, I think."
She stepped back as I gripped him,
steadying the musket to keep it from
being Jarred to the floor. A gasp, and
'You!" She Exclaimed. "You Here,
and Free!"
latch clicking sharply. Her eyes
opened wide, staring first at the
colonel, then at Raymond, so startled
at the discovery of their predicament
to 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 closely In
the dim light of the Bingle lamp. I
could not tell, I could not be sure, yet
I thought the expression on ller 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 you done to these men?"
I laughed lightly, so relieved by her
reception as to feel a new man.
"Merely turned the tables; this time
luck was 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 they 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.
I was certain there was a swift gleam
of amusement in the girl's eyes, but It
passed quickly as her glance again
met mine.
"But you! Tell me; 1 must under-
stand In order to know what to do.
How did you come here?"
"From the big chimney. I had no
suspicion this room was occupied, un
til I 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 I 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 1b 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," 1 answered. Impressed
by her earnestness, and getting my
wits together.
She glanced about the walls of the
room, a frown 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. You
will have to take the lieutenant's coat
and cap. Be quick about it—and—and
you need not be particularly gentle on
my account."
"Nor on my own, either—Fox in-
formed me of what he told you."
I was not long about the job, nor
.lid Raymond make any resistance to
the exchange forced upon him. I took
no chances, binding him 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. I 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 him before?"
"Yes, rather eager to talk—a young
man."
"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 lips were firmly set, her eyes
gravely earnest, the light fell full
on ber face. 1 could not refrain from
touching her hand.
She Stepped Back as I Gripped Him.
About Patterns for Kitchen Aprons
one convulsive effort to break loose;
but with the first jerk backward 1 had I mills are making a rapid progress.
In January the order of the year
brings about the making of new un-
dermuslins, house dresses, kitchen
aprons, and all the white work re-
quired by the household and the house.
And in the annual January sales, all
over the country, of white goods, mer-
chants present the stocks of cotton
fabrics which they have assembled fti
anticipation of the demand for them.
There is no better season in which
to buy cotton products than at the
beginning of the year.
There has been a steady advance
in the standard of quality in many
lines of cotton goods, and in the in-
troduction of high-class novelties, the
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 I 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 I ask?"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
ONLY SURE CURE FOR COLDS
A kitchen apron that may be made
of cotton crepe, as well as of the
usual percale or gingham, is shown in
the picture, and hardly needs de-
scription. It covers the figure and
fastens at the back, unlike many of
the late patterns, which fasten at
one side. Blue is the favorite color
for the apron of cotton crepe, and it
is finished with white braid bindings.
The chief claim to attention is based
upon the fact that this kind of apron
requires almost no ironing.
Although the subject of kitchen
aprons is not one to arouse a great
amount of enthusiasm, it is not by
any means without interest. Many
aprons manage to be attractive, while
they cleverly fill all that is required
of them in the way of usefulness.
This means that they must cover the
figure, be plain and easily adjusted,
good looking and sh pely. They must
be neatly finished and provided with
at least one pocket and made of ma-
terial that will stand any amount of
tubbing.
All of the new aprons are made
with elbow sleeves except those that
are sleeveless. Very shapely and at-
tractive models have a large bib at
the front of the body fastened by flat
bands of the material to the belt at
the back. A favorite finish for all
edges is a fiat band of material in
contrasting color. All the fast col-
ors are used with white, and striped
effects prevail.
Seen at the Afternoon Concert
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 he pro-
ceeded to make merry The arrival
of a ship full of strangers, he laugh-
ingly supposed, would kill the inhab-
itants 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
annually proved upon the arrival of
the owner's Bteward, 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-cough-
ing."
The proper cure for a cold, which
always seems to have baffled the doc-
tors, is—cold—on the principle of
homeopathy. The only sailors In the
Crimean days who escaped sore
throats were those who could not get
mufflers. The members of the Scott
expedition never got a "cold' until
they had left the frozen Antarctic and
reached civilization. We should es-
tablish the refrigerating chamber as
antlphon to the Turkish bath for cure
of colds.—London Chronicle.
Beggars' Paradise.
In China begging is in the nature of
an art, and the various sorts of sup-
plicants have been classified, until
now it is known that there are at
least thirty classes of traveling mendi-
cants.
The passenger boats know them
and do not attempt to collect passage
money, for they sleep on the open
deck, and, curiously enough, pay for
whatever rice they require. This be-
ing the case, rather than have any
trouble with them and gain their
I
If you would see the best of milli-
hery look for it at the afternoon con-
cert or othar afternoon affairs The
box party or club program or lunch-
eon, and the cafe dinner, call out
the smartest hats, for there they are
subjected to close scrutiny by discrim-
inating eyes.
The fancy of the designer has much
to inspire it this season, and millinery
Is brilliant in two senses, both In color
and in design. With gold and silver
laces and metallzed flowers, with fur
enmity, the boatmen allow them tree and velvet and jet and jewe,8i head
passage.
When they reach the city they put
up at th,e beggar hotel near tho big
Pagoda and let the beggar headman
know of their arrival Soon the regu
lar allowance is forthcoming and tne
man spent'!, a few day- in pursuit ol
pleasure and then moveB on to an
other place to roueat the same pr"
ceeding.
are splendidly crowned even when
such materials are put together sim-
ply. The blue and gold turban shown
in the picture Is an example of this.
It la a small, chic. Jaunty shape
draped with turquoise blue satin bro-
caded with a gold flower. This covers
the frame and forms a large wing ef-
fect at the left side. The only orna-
uient used is a flat rosette made of
gilded leaves that are cut from some
light metal.
Afternoon hats having crowns of
velvet or fur and brims of gold or sil-
ver lace are usually finished with
small nosegays of beautifully colored
flowers. A very handsome model is
nrade with a crown of light brilliant
green satin, brocaded with silver, and
a brim of silver lace. A silver cord
is tied about the crown, the ends fin-
ished with small silver balls. Th©
cord and balls are made of very small
beads.
There are many fur turbana
trimmed with wreaths of small flow-
ers which are very rich looking, and
the all-feather turban, although rather
rarely seen, Is nearly always a hat of
much distinction.
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