The Crowder City Guardian (Crowder, Oklahoma), Vol. 8, No. 15, Ed. 1 Friday, January 3, 1913 Page: 3 of 8
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^Lady
PARRISIl
by Henry Thkdi
COPYRIGHT ACTFCLURfl &.CO. 1911
At Uauat.
'Did the tell her ags?"
"Partly."—Judge.
As a •umn>*r tonic there !• no tneilielae
hat quite compares with OXIDINE. It Bog
>nlv liuiMi up the «v«tem. hut Ukm re^
ilnrly. prevent* Mnlnris. Regular or Tsst~-
aaa (oruiula at Druggists. Adv.
In the Midst of Luxury.
"You have everything that wealth
can buy, haven t you?"
"Yen," replied Mr. Dustin Stax. "But
It don't seem fair that I should have
worked bo hard to get all these things
while the butler and footman and
maids enjoy them free."
P'
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SYNOPSIS.
Major Lawrence, eon of Jud*« Law-
inoa of Virginia, whose wife was a
>nt on a perilous mlsnlon by (Jen.
B*"m on « ....™ .. .
— ashlnaton, Just alter the winter at V al-
Ct Kortre Disguised In a British uni-
form lawrence arrives within the enemy's
line*. Th« Major atieiuls a ureal fete
■mil saves the "I.ady of thii Blended
Rose" from mob He later meets the K'.rl
■ t a brilliant hall. Trouble l started
over a waltz, and I.awri nee In "rK"<i by
hta partner. Mistress Mortimer (The I-ady
of the Blended ttose). to make hla escape,
lawrence la detected as a spy by Captain
Grant of the British Army, who agrees
to a duel. The duel Is stopped by t.rant s
friends and the spy niak.-s a dash for
fltierty. Hwlmmlnu a river fallowing a nar-
row eccape. The Major arrives at the
#hop of a blacksmith, who is frl!'ni11y:.a"'1
knows the I.ady of the Blended Hose.
Captain Grant nn<1 ranners seat-ch blajk-
aniith shop In vain fc.r the spy. Law-
rence loins the minute men. (.rant and
pa train are captured by the minute in v
Lawrence Is made prisoner by an Indian
• nd two white men. who lock him In a
strong celL
CHAPTER XII.—Continued.
He had turned the tables most neat-
ly, and I glanced down over my rough
garments, awakening suddenly to the
knowledge that I was also in mas-
querade. To be sure 1 had one ad-
vantage—I knew these men l ad been
jyart of Delavan's foragers, aud hence
at heart must be loyalists.
"That is noi a question I Intend an-
swering to every ruffian who stops me
on the highway," I returned shortly.
"I wish to know what this outrage
means? I '"111 know, you wooden-head-
ed linage! 1 was about my business
■when the four of you attacked me. I
-wasn't the man you were after at all.
and yet 1 am held prisoner, shut up
here behind Iron bars. What Is this
place, anyhow?"
"It Is called 'Elmhurst,' sir."
"Elmhurst? A country estate?"
"Yes. sir, one of the old plantations.
"It's a name 1 never heard. Where
Is that precious lieutenant?"
"I presume he Is In bed. sir. and
Peter rose quietly to his feet, and be-
gan replacing the dishes on his tray.
Apparently there was not a nervous
throb to his pulse, and he remained
^blissfully indifferent to my presence.
I stared helplessly at him, even words
(ailing me.
"Yon refuse to Inform me as to the
truth of this affair?" I faltered at last,
as he lifted his burden on on® arm.
He turned a stolid face my way.
"It would seem so, air. I have to
thank you for a most delightful eve-
ning, sir. Your conversation ha been
both instructive and entertaining.
However, sir, the hour la now late,
and I should advise your retiring."
H« bowed solemnly, backing toward
the door, and 1 sprang to my feet,
overtaken by a sudden determination
to make a break for freedom. There
waa a slight glitter In Peter's gray
eyea, an he rapped sharply with hla
heel on the door.
"I hardly think that would be advis-
able, air," he warned softly. "The man
outside la armed, and In the excite-
ment might hurt you."
There was a click of the lock, and
the heavy door swung open. I stood
motionless, tempted to spring, yet not
daring the venture. Peter backed
majestically out, and I caught
glimpse of the graybeard, and the
black outline of a pistol. Then the
door closed, leaving me alone. The
little scrap of candle 'eft sputtered
feebly, and. after walking across the
floor a half-dozen times, striving to
gain control of my temper, I blew It
out, and crawled into the bunk. There
waa nothing I could do, but wait for
morning; not a sound reached me
from without, and, before I realized
the possibility, I was fast asleep.
i
"I Hardly Think, Sir, That Would Ba
Advisable. The Man Outside la
Armed and Might Hurt You."
1 must have slept long and aoundly.
for when I Anally awoke a gleam of
sun lay the full length of the room,
and food waa upon the table. Some
OQt Peter, no doubt—had entered
and departed without arousing me.
81eep had left ma In a pleaaanter
frame of mind, and I ate heartily,
wondering vaguely what the day would
disclose. I determined one thing, that
when Peter returned for the dishes, 1
would back him Into a corner and
ehoke at leaat a portion of the truth
•at of hla unwilling throat I had
hardly reached this decision wheat the
door opened, and be stood there gaz-
ing at me with sphinx-like stupidity.
I arose to my feet, gripping the back
of a chair, but the utter vacancy in
that face seemed to numb action.
There was no positive expression, no
dim glimmer of Interest in his fea-
tures; the shining bald head alone
gave him a grotesque appearance, re-
straining me from violence. I could
as easily have warred with a baby
"I trust, sir. you slept well," he said
soothingly, "and that the service Is
satisfactory."
I chokcd back my indignation, the
quiet deference of his manner causing
me to feel like a brute.
"Nothing could be added to my hap-
piness," 1 answered, "unless It migh'.
be a little Information which you seem
disinclined to furnish."
He waved one band, as though
crushing calmly aside some imagined
insect.
"Disinclined? Oh, no. sir; there Is
nothing to conceal, sir, I assure you."
"Then, for God's sake, let It out of
your system, man!" I burst forth Im-
patiently. "Whom am I a prisoner to?
What am I held for? What sort of
treatment Is tilth I am receiving?"
Peter bowed, without the tremor of
an eyelash.
"Do not mention It, sir," he mur-
mured smoothly; "we arc only too
proud to have you as our guest at
Elmhurst. It has been very quiet here
now for some weeks, sir, and your
coming wf.s welcome to us all."
I could only stare at the fellow with
open mouth, so dumbfounded as to be
speechless. Of all the Idiots I had
ever met he was the worst, or else
his acting was magnificent. To save
me I was not certain which might be
the correct guess. He continued In
stately solemnity:
"I trust therO remains nothing more
you desire to learn sir? If not, 1 am
requested to conduct you to the li-
brary. Ah, thank you. sir—this way,
please."
He stood aside, statue-like, his eyes
looking directly past me, and pointed
with dignity to the open door. 1 obeyed
the calm movement of that hand as
though It had been a military order,
but, as I stepped into the twilight o
the outer basement, I suddenly pe
ceived the presence there of the
tendant graybeard. He moved In ad
vance, and I followed, aware that
Peter was closely at my heelf. A
glance told me here was a library, not
only In name, but In fact, a large
square room, well lighted, the furni-
ture mahogany, shining like glass,
three of the walls lined with books,
mostly In sombre bindings. A green-
topped table occupied the center of
the apartment, a massive affair, flanked
by a leather upholstered reading chair,
while before the front windows were
cushioned ledges. My rapid glimpse
about ended In Peter standing In dig-
nified silence barely within the door,
his hand upon the knob.
"I am authorized, sir," he said Im-
pressively, gazing directly across my
shoulder, not a feature expressing
emotion, "to permit you to remain
here on parole."
"Parole! What do you mean?
"Parole was, I believe, the word
used, sir," In calm explanation. "It Is.
as I understand, sir, a military term
signifying pledge."
"Oh. I know that. Kindly concede
that I possess some small Intelligence
Peter. But to whom is this parole
given, and what does It Imply?"
"To myself, sir. This may seem
slightly unconventional, Blr, but I trust
you will repose sufficient confidence In
me not to object. The sole require-
ments are that you remain In this
room until sent for."
"That will not be long?"
"I think not, sir."
"And who will send for me?
Peter's eyes surveyed me, but with-
out expression.
"I am quite unable to answer that,
sir."
He was enough to provoke a saint
but I had already butted my bead
against that stone wall sufficiently to
learn the useless ess of any further
attempt. I'eter was Peter, and I
crushed back my first Impatient excla
matlon to say humbly:
"All right, my man. 111 wait here.
I sank back Into the upholstered
chair, and for a moment after he had
closed the door 1 did not move. Then,
■carcely knowing whether to laugh or
gwear over the situation, I crossed the
room, and gazed out through the win-
dow. Far down the winding driveway
half concealed behind the trees, l
body of British troops was tramping
toward the house.
ir, bald head Industrie
'iw silrptn
it* Then* Grant spa
CHAPTER XIII.
A New Combination.
My first thought was that this must
prove a trap, and I drew hastily back
behind the curtain, believing myself
Justified In an effort at escape. Surely,
under such conditions, my word of
parole to Peter had no binding fore*.
Yet I waited long enough to glance
forth again. The advancing body waa
leas than a hundred strong, Queen'e
Rangers and Hessians, from their uni-
forms. gtraggllng along on foot limp-
ing, dusty and without anna. Thsse
Bust ba the remnant of Delavan's
command, released by tLelr guard of
partisans, and now wearily Booking
refuge. But why were they coming
here? Surely this was not the Phila-
delphia road?
They turned In upon the open lawn
In front of the door, and I could plain-
ly distinguish the faces. There could
no longer be any doubt but what these
were the men we had fought and de-
feated the evening before. Grant, with
the two Hessian officers, wag in ad-
vance,'and the former strode directly
toward the house, while the majority
of his following flung themselves at
full length on the ground, aa though
utterly exhausted. Some strange fas-
cination held me motionless, watching
the man climb the front steps. The
Iron, knocker rang loudly twice before
there came any response from with-
in. Then I could hear voices, but the
words reaching me were detached, and
without definite meaning. Finally the
door cloHed, and the two men passed
along the hall, beyond the room In
which I waited. Then Peter's voice
said solemnly, as if announcing a dis-
tinguished guest:
"Captain Alfred Grant!"
There was an exclamation of sur-
prise, a quick exchange of sentences
indistinguishable, although I was sure
of Grant's peculiar accent, and the
other voice was that of the young
light Dragoon lieutenant. Uncertain
what best to do 1 stole toward the
door and gripped the knob. This was
the only known way out, for I dare
not venture to use the window which
whs in plain view of those soldiers
resting on the lawn. Whether Peter
bad retired or not, I possessed no
means of knowing, yet I opened the
door silently a bare inch to make sure.
At the same Instant my ears caught
the lieutenant's dismissing order, even
as my eyes had glimpse of Swanson'g
broad back blocking the open doorway
of a room nearly opposite.
"That will do. Peter, for the present.
Have the table prepared for threa
guests at once."
He backed out, caatlng a quick
glance of caution In my direction, and
disappeared down tbe hall, rubbing Up
bald bead Industriously^ Iopened.roe
inderlnsJIfKr damj/en-
w by unobserved
:e? his voice loud
enough to be easily heard:
"How did we come here? Why,
where else could we go? The damned
rebels stripped us clean; we had to
have food. Thla waa the nearest
place where we were certain of getting
any. Of course I didn't know our
foragers had left Elmhurst alone, and
that—for some cause which mystifies
Clinton—these Jersey outlaws have
been equally considerate. There was
plenty to be had here, and I meant to
have it In spite of the servants.
"You must have marched straight
past your own place," the boyish voice
Interrupted.
"Well, what If we did? There waa
nothing there, as you know. The
house bas been stripped to a mere
shell. Not a nigger left, nor a horse
I'd like to know what Influence keeps
this property untouched!"
"That's easily answered. You forget
we are a divided family, with fighting
men on either side."
"Little these outlaws care for that"
"At leaRt they appear to, as we re-
main unmolested. There has not be$n
a raiding party halted here since the
war began."
"Well, If you hadn't been at home,
there would have been one along
now," burst forth Grant rather rough-
ly. "Those fellows out there are des-
perate enough to sack the house If
that was their only method of getting
food. And I promised they should have
the chance."
"Oh, you did. Indeed! That would
have proven a friendly act."
"Necessity does not take much ac-
count of friendship. 1 was responsible)
for a hundred starving men. Under
such conditions force would be Justi-
fied. I doubt If 1 could control the fel-
lows now If provisions should be re-
fused."
"There Is no necessity for Indulging
In tl.reats, Captain Grant," said the
boy's voice cuidly. "Elmhurst has
never yet turned a soldier away in
hunger. Peter will Instruct what few
servants remain to attend to the Im-
mediate needs of your men. May I ask
how long you expect to remain?"
I thought Grant was walking nerv-
ously back and forth across the rooti.
"How long? Until night, probably.
Then with a bite In our haversacks
we'll take the road again. That la,
providing you condescend to act aa
our host for ao long a time. Odds life!
but this reception Is not over warm to
my thinking."
"Elmhurst la not a tavern, air.
"No; but the home of a loyalist—tbe
commander of half those men out yon-
der. However I am not pleading for
them, but myself personally. What
welcome hava I had? By all the gods,
I waa almost compelled to fight that
bald-headed old fool to even gain ad-
mittance to the hall. Ware tioae your
orders T"
"Assuredly not. But you must con-
sider circumatanoee, and forgive Peter
for being over sealoug In my service.
I received yoa aa aoon as I knew who
"Yes," somewhat mollified, "1 pre-
sume that Is true, although yoq are
chilly enough. the^Lord knows. But
what brings you here?"
"That must remain my secret. Cap-
tain Grant—for the present."
"Oh.( very well. 1 thought it might
have some connection with Eric's pres-
ence In this neighborhood."
"With Eric! What do you mean?
Have yon seen him?"
"Ah! so I've got below the surface
at last! I thought I might with that
thrust. Yes, 1 saw him last night I
dldu't know what the devil the follow
was up to, but I thought I'd let him
play out his game. It was a right
nervy trick, bo far as it went, but un-
fortunately the rebels came In before
I discovered what It all led HP to."
"You do not make It very clear to
me."
"I told you It was not even clear to
myself. This Is all I know. When 1
Joined Delavati last night Just niter
dark, ho had a young officer of I.lght
Dragoons In* charge of his advance
guard. I merely got a glimpse of the
fellow ns we rode In, and he looked
so devilishly like Eric that 1 asked
Delavan who the lad was. lie said he
had Joined at Mount Ilolly with three
men, was going through to Philadel-
phia w*h despatches from New York,
aijil was only too glad of escort the
rest of the way. Being short of ofll
cers Delavan gave him charge of the
van." •
"Did he recognize you?"
"I hardly think ao; It was pretty
dark, and I was put on guard over the
rear wagons. I supposed 1 would have
ample opportunity to learn the truth
after It became dnyllght."
"But you believed him to be Eric?"
"Yes, and after the attack I was
convinced. He and tha three men with
him bolted and got away. Must have
run at the flrBt Are, for the fellowB
had us completely hemmed In. It was
Eric all right, and that Ib about hair
the reason wfey I led my men back
IUV IWDVt S «/ - —4
here—1 wanted to find out If he was
hiding aboyt tbe old place.
la It true
you haven't seen him?"
"Quite J rue; Indeed I had no reason
Surely you know that Last nlgbt 1
thought we had him In our power, but
the very devil seems to protect him
from capture, even when luv.!' brings
him fairly within our grip."
"And so you came here to search for i
him?" I could feel the bitter scoro
in the voice. "In his father's home!"
"1 certainly did." angrily. "I shall |
senrcli the house from cellar to gnrref j
before 1 leave."
"Ilut you are on parole."
"Damn the parole. What do I care
for a pledge given to n baud of plun-
dering outlaws? And what do 1 care
for Eric? He chose for himself, and
has no right to expect any mercy from
me, and by all the gods, he'll rocelve
none. I half believe that attack last
night was his planning, and that now
you have kltu hidden away here."
"And you propose searching the
rooms?"
"1 do. If you had been a little more
genial I might have exhibited greater
courtesy. Hut I haven't any use for
Eric, and never had. Now you know
tbe truth."
"Very well, sir." and tbe incensed
lieutenant pushed back his chalt
"Then we clearly understand each oth
er at last. 1 uiu sincerely glad of It
From now on I shall never again hi
guilty of mistaking you for a friend oi
a gentleman No, I have no wish ti
listen to another word; you hav«
igoken frankly enough, and I uudei
jtuud the situation. Perhaps It Is onlj
aiTfer, but It gives me the excuse i
have been seeking after a long whll<
In vain. Whatever claim you tnaj
have had upon my regard In the pas'
Is over with, forever over with, Cap
tain Grant."
"But—but, surely—"
"1 mean precisely that. You can
cover your aesplceMo actions with tht
gloss of military duijr. but I know yot,
now as a revengeful liar. Treat this
house as you please. 1 rcfutfc to have
anxiifoMyJeallngs or word%fcrit(i you
unprovlBmp you and your men, aa 1
•would any othterB suffering from h«n
ger, but that ^fcWs^all." '
I closed the crack of the door
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which caused n\o to rub them and they
burst, then sores appeared which dis-
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of sores. The dlBease spread from my
face to my neck and back. When an^
thing touched them they would bum
and stick to my clothes, which kept
me from sleeping and made mo But-
for terribly.
"I used homo remedies and I ulied
a salve but it did no good. I suffered
about three months then I saw tba
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Adv.
Easier and Pleasanter.
TiiU'.ns c! indies' shortcomings re-
calls a story recently hoard of a large
and detormlne-lookJng woman who
wore a very lurge hat one evening at
the theater.
"Madam," enid the attendant polite-
ly, "1 piust request you to remova
yonr hat. It Is annoying this gentle-
man behind you.
Tho nlasslvo lady, turned and
haughtily surveyed tha* complainant
"Do you mean thatfllttle weedy, un-
dersized croaturaTUphe asked.
"Tbla gentlenup behind you," tha
attendant corralled her.
The 1*drJ*
... find tt easier and pl«
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I Opened the Door Wld.r, Wondermg If I Dare Ventura Upon Stepping
by Unobserved.
to suppose him in the Jerseys at this
time."
Grant remained silent, probably not
wholly convinced that he was being
told the truth, and yet not venturing
to state openly his suspicions. How-
ever the other said no more, and final-
ly tbe Ranger felt compelled to an-
swer.
"Of course." he explained rather
lamely. "I couldn't altogether blame
you for concealing the boy If he had
shown up here, but you will realise
that as a King's officer I have a seri-
ous duty to perform."
"You would spprehend Eric? Would
betray him Into British bands? Is
that your meaning, Captain Grant?"
"What else could I do? Don't be
unreasonable! Boy aa he Is, no one in
all that crew <* ragamuffins baa done
ug greater harm. Again and again he
haa learned our gecretg snd brought
Washington Information of our plana
How he doea It la tha mystery of this
department—Howe has peraonally of-
farad a thousand pounds for Ma arreet
came forth Into the hall, having ne
desire to be caught listening. My own
position was more unpleasant and haa
ardous than ever. Whatever reason
tbe lieutenant might have for holding
me prisoner I was convinced he pos-
sessed no knowledge aa to my real
Identity. The probability was that aft-
er an interview 1 would be released.
But Grant would recognize me In-
stantly, and he proposed searching tha
house, room by room, seeking this
man Eric. I must make my escape first.
Yet how could this be accompllsbedt
I heard Peter pass along tbe ball, and
solemnly announce the aervlng of
breakfaat He and Grant egchanged
g few aentences. and then /the latter
strode to tbe front door. JWhere be
ggve orders to tba men. ^1 watched
tha German officera com^ip tha stepa,
while the majority of tM otbera form
log Into Irregular line, agarched around
tha corner of the bouae! A amaU squad
remained, however, on guard, facing
tba front entrmaee. v
no aa ooerfutuBDj
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