The Crowder City Guardian (Crowder, Oklahoma), Vol. 8, No. 14, Ed. 1 Friday, December 27, 1912 Page: 3 of 8
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Major lawrence, son of Juries Uw-
fsnce f Virginia, whose wife was a I,ee,
b sent on a perilous mission by Oen.
Washington, Just after the winter at Val-
ley Forge. Disguised In a British uni-
form Lawrence arrives within the enemy's
lines. The Major attends a great fete
and saves the "Lady of the Blended
Rose" from mob. He later meets the girl
at a brilliant ball. Trouble Is started
over a waltz, and Lawrence Is urged by
Ms partner. Mistress Mortimer (The I,ady
of the Blended Hose), to make his escape,
lawrence is detected as a spy by Captain
Grant of the British Army, who agrees
one with knee pressed Into my chest,
the other uplifting the butt of a pis-
tol over my head. There was not a
word spoken, but I could see they
were In uniform, although the fellow
kneeling on me had the features and
long hair of an Indian. My horse
started to bolt, but his rein was
gripped, and then a third figure,
mounted, rode Into the range of my
vision.
"Search him for weapons, Tonepali,"
said a boyish voice briefly. "There
friends and the spy makes
liberty, swimming a river following a nar-
row escape. The Major arrives at the
(hop of a blacksmith, who is friendly, and
now« the l.ady of the Blended Rose.
Captain Oram and rangers search black-
smith shop In vain for the spy. Law-
rence Joins the minute men. (.trant and
bis train are captured by the minute men.
CHAPTER X.—Continued.
"Oh, I see; a family arrangement
Well. Grant, this Is all very Interest-
ing. but I am unable to conceive what
I have to do with it. I met Mistress
Mortimer by accident, and then was
fortunate enough to dance wltb her
once. 'TIs scarcely likely we shall
ever meet again. The daughter of a
colonel of Queen's Rangers la not apt
to come again Into contact with an
officer of the Maryland Line. I don't
know why you should single me out
In this matter. 1 don't even know the
lady's brother."
"Her brother?"
"Yes, the family renegade; the twin
brother on Lee's Btnff."
1 could not perceive the expression
of the man's face, but he was a long
while answering.
"Oh, yes. She told you about him?"
"It was mentioned. Would 1 know
the boy from any resemblance to his
•later?"
"Y yes, at least I should suppose
so. You must have become very lntl-
r-.ate for her to have told you that.
You see It—It Is a family secret."
"Nothing for Tories to boast over,
I should Imagine. However, it came
up naturally enough while wo spoke of
the Bufferings of the American army
during the winter. It is a sad thing
the way this war has divided families.
Has Mistress Claire any Colonial sen-
timents?'
"How the devil do 1 know! She
would not be likely to air them before
me. I don't know what fool trick you
played on her last night, but she's on
the right side just the same."
"I think so, too."
His manner was so disagreeable
that I instantly determined to have an
end. 1 had more important work be-
fore me than quarreling with this fel-
low, and, somehow, his claimed inti-
macy with Mistress Mortimer grated
upon me strangely.
"If that Is all you requested an In-
terview for. Captain Grant." I said
coldly, "I'll trouble you to return to
your men."
Irritated that 1 had even condescend
ed to question htm, 1 turned back up
the road to where the men were yfet
busy about the wagons, spoke a few
words to Duval, he explaining to me
the best route toward the river cross-
ing'at Burlington, and then swung In-
to the Baddle and sent the black for-
ward to the crest of the ridge.
I permitted the animal to go his own
gait, and for a mile or more he kept
up a hot gallop, finally tiring to a
trot. So far as I could Judge from the
few stars visible we were traveling al
most due north. However, 1 was cer-
tainly getting farther away from the
yirltlsh lines, and could swing to the
left at daylight. It made little tflffer-
enoe where I struck the Delaware;
every mile north added to my safety.
My horse had fallen Into a long,
swinging lope, bearing us forward rap-
Idly. The moon had disappeared, but
the sky was glittering with stars, and
I could distinguish the main features
of the country traversed. I was on the
summit of a slight ridge, but the road
swerved to the right, leading down
Into s broad valley. There were no
signs of habitations, until we rounded
the edge of a small grove, and came
suddenly upon s little vtUage of •
dozen houses on either side the high-
way. These were wrapped In dark-
ness, apparently deserted, shapeless
appearing structures, although I
thought one bad the appearance of a
tavern, and another seemed a store.
There was s well In front of this last,
and water sparkled In a log trough be-
side it. My horse stopped, burying
fcls nostrils In the water, and, sud-
denly made aware of my own thirst,
I swung down from the saddle. My
bands were upon the well-rope when,
without warning. I was gripped from
' behind and flung' down Into the dirt
of the road 1 made desperate effort
to a duel. The duel is stopped by Grant". , t , , the gaddIe holsters, but
friends and the spy makes a dash for v
he may have others. Then tie him up
as quick as you can."
There was no mistaking my captors
—the young dragoon lieutenant, and
the three who had escaped with htm
But why had they ridden In this di-
rection? What object could they have
In thus attacking me? They afforded
me little opportunity for solving these
problems. Had I been a bale of to-
bacco 1 could not have been treated
with less ceremony, the white man un-
clasping my belt, while the Indian,
with a grunt, flung me over on my
face, and began binding hands and
feet. 1 kicked him once, sending him
tumbling backward, but he only came
hack silently, with more cruel twist
of the rope, While the boy laughed,
bending over his'horse's neck.
"Hoist hiru up on the black, lads."
he said shortly, reining back out of
the way "Delavan's horse. Isn't It?
Yes, tie his feet underneath, and one
of you keep a hand on the reins. Peter,
you and Cass ride with him. I want
Tonepah with me. All ready? We'll
take the east road."
Some one struck the horse, and he
plunged forward, swerving sharply to
the right In response to the strong
hand on his bit. 1 swayed In the sad
die, but the bonds held, and we went
loping forward Into the night.
CHAPTER XI.
Introducing Peter.
It was a new country to me that we
traversed, a rolling country, but not
thickly settled, although the road ap
peared to be a well-beaten track. The
gloom, coupled \ylth the rapidity of
our movements, prevented me from
seeing anything other than those dim
objects close at hand, yet we were
evidently traveling almost straight
east. I endeavored to enter Into con
versatlon with the two fellows riding
on either side of me. but neither one
so much aB turned his head in
sponse to my voice, and 1 soon tired
of the attempt. The night told me
little of who they might be, although
they were both In the uniform of the
Queen's Rangers, the one called Peter
nn my right a round, squat figure, and
bald-headed, his bare scalp shining
oddly whep once' he removed his
cocked hat; the other was an older
man, with gray chin beard, and glit-
tering display of teeth.
The movements of my horse caused
the ropes to lacerate my wrists and
ankles, the pain increasing so that
once or twice I cried out. The fel-
lows guarding me did not even turn
their heads, but the lieutenant drew
up his horse so as to block us
"What Is the trouble? Are you
hurt?"
"These ropes are tearing Into the
flesh," I groaned. "I'd be just as safe
if they were loosened a bit."
I saw him lean forward, shading his
face with one hand, as he stared
toward me through the darkness. I
thought he drew a quick breath as
from surprise, and there wss a mo-
ment's hesitancy.
Let out the ropes a trifle, Peter,"
clime the final order.
The little bald headed man went St
It without a word, the lieutenant rein-
ing back his horse slightly, and draw-
ing his hat lower over bis eyes. In
the silence one of the horses neighed,
and the boy seemed to straighten In
his saddle, glancing suspiciously about
"Ride ahead slowly, Tonepah." he
ordered "I'll catch up with you." He
turned back toward me. "Who are
you. anyway?"
Surprised at the unexpected ques
tlon, my flrst thought was to conceal
my Identity. These were King's men,
and 1 was in ordinary clothes—the
rough homespun furnished by Farrell.
If, by any chance, I was not the party
they had expected to waylay, I might
be released without search.
"Who am I?" I echoed "Do rou
mean you have gone to all this trouble
without knowing whom you bold pris-
oner?"
"It seem" so," coolly. "We know
who we thought you were, but I am
beginning to doubt your being the
lo break away, but tw man bald me. right man Peter, take his hat of
I straightened up bareheaded, the
faint star-gleam on my face. The lieu |
tenant remained quiet, but Peter broke
his sphinx-like silence.
"T ain't him, is It?"
"No; he must have-taken the other
road after all," with a slight laugh.
"We've been on a wild goose chase.
However, It's too late now to catch
the fellow on this trip."
Peter rubbed his bald pate, his eyes
on me.
"An' what'll we do with this lad?"
he answered drawllngly. "Turn him
loose?"
"Bring him along. We'll find out to-
morrow who he Is. and what his busi-
ness may be. Men are not riding tlieso
roads at midnight without some pur-
pose."
He wheeled Mb horse, and. with a
touch of the spur, disappeared in the
darkness ahead. Peter clambered back
Into the saddle, and gripped my rein
"Come on," he said disgustedly, kick-
ing the black In the side. "It's a ways
yet afore yer lie down."
We rode steadily, and at a good
pace. Occasionally the older man
swore solemnly, but Peter never ut-
tered a sound, not even turning his
head at my attempts to drnw him into
conversation. The situation mystified
me. but It became more and more evi-
dent that I should have to wait until
morning before learning the truth.
Neither Peter nor the Indian seemed
to belong to the class with which the
army was recruited. Peter appeared
more like a well-trained servant, and
his riding was atrocious. And the lieu-
tenant! There came back to me the
haunting memory that he had Joined
Delavan as a volunteer—the Dragoon
uniform sufficient proof that he was
neither of the original foraging pnrty
of Hessians, nor of Grant's detach-
ment of Hangers. Yet these others
wore green and white, and must, there-
ore, have been In Grant's command.
How did the four manage to cscnpo
from our attack, evidently nnimated
by one purpose? Why was Grant so
anxious to learn If 1 had seen the lieu-
tenant, and whether we had a party
out seeking blm? Not one of these
questions could I answer; not one
could I even guess at with any degree
of satisfaction.
We were coming out of the low,
swamp lands Into a more thickly set-
tled, and cultivated region. Rail and
Btone fences could be seen on either
side the road, and we pnssed swiftly
by a number of farmhouses, some sim-
ple log structures, although one or two
were more pretentious.
•It may have been two miles further
along, when the lieutenant, and his In-
dian companion, wheeled suddenly to
the right, and, without slackening
speed, rode through an open gate, and
up a graveled roadway, circling
through a grove of trees to the front
dc" of a great square mansion. It
w dark and silent, a wide porch In
front supported by huge pillars, a
broad flight of steps leading from the
driveway. The Indian ran up these,
leaving the lieutenant holding his
horse, while we drew up some yards to
the rear. I heard the boom of the
Iron knocker, followed by a gleam of
light through a lower window. Then
a negro's voice spoke, and the front
door opened, disclosing two figures,
one with sputtering candle In hand
The two exchanged a dozen wprds be-
fore the lieutenant asked Impatiently:
"Is It all right Tonepah?"
The taciturn Indian made no at-
tempt at speech, but gave an expres-
sive gesture, and the young officer
turned In his saddle.
"Take the prisoner to the lower
room, Peter," he ordered curtly. "I'll
decide tomorrow If he can be of any
use to us."
The two fellows loosened the rope
about my snkles, and Peter waddling
ahead, the graybeard gripping my
arm, we climbed the steps, and en-
tered the hall. A tall, slim negro, evi-
dently a house-servant from his sleek
appearance, eyeing me curiously,
handed the little fellow a second light-
ed candle, and the throe of us went
tramping along the wide hall, past the
circling stairs, until we came to a
door at tho rear. This the black flung
open, without a word, and 1 was fed
down Into the basement The flicker-
ing candle yielded but glimpses of
great rooms, beautifully decorated,
and. almost before I realized what was
occurring, I had been thrust Into a
square apartment, the door bphlnd ms
closed and locked. The two guards
left the sputtering candle, perhaps a
third bufued, behind, and 1 heard then
stumbling back through the darkness
to the foot of the stairs. I glanced
about curiouslT. shakUur ths lontassJ
ever their purpose, I had no Intention
of remaining In their hands a moment
longer than necessary. Somehow their
silence, their mysterious movements,
had Impretsed me with a strange feol-
lug 6f fear which I could not analyze.
I could not believe myself a mere pris-
oner of war, but rather as betnp held
for some private purpose yet to be re-
vealed Vet the room offered little
promise H was nearly square, the
walls of stono solidly Imbedded lu
mortur. tho door of oak. thickly stud-
ded wltli tm'.ls. and the two small win
dows protected by thick Iron bars. It
was a cell so strong that a single
glance about convinced me of the hope-
lessness of any attempt at breaking
out
I was not there to exceed ten mln
utes when, without warning, the lock
clicked, and Peter came In. I sat up
quickly, but as Instantly he had closed
the door, and actually stood there
grinning cheerfully. 1 would never
have believed him capable of so pleas-
ant an expression but for the evidence
of my own eyes.
"Spring lock." he grumbled, a thumb
over his shoulder, "opens outside."
Whatever resemblance to a soldier
he might have previously shown while
1 In uniform was now entirely banished.
Bareheaded, bis bald dome of if.ought
shining In the candle-light. Ills round,
solemn face, with big Innocent gray
eyes gazing at me. an apron about bis
fat waist, the fellow presented an al
most ludicrous appearance. Somehow
my heart warmed to him, especially as
I perceived the tray, heavily laden,
which he bore easily on one arm, and
the towel flung over his shoulder. And
as 1 stared at him his movements be-
came professional Silently, solemnly,
bis mind strictly upon his duties, he
wiped off the table top, and arranged
the various dishes thereon with the
greatest care, polishing cups and
glasses, and finally placing one of the
chairs In position. Stepping back, nap-
kin si 111 upon arm. he bowed silently I
took the seat Indicated, and glanced
up Into his almost expressionless face.
"Peter, you old fraud," I said swift-
ly, "have you eaten?"
"Not as yet, sir," his voice showing
Just the proper tone of deference, his
eyes staring straight ahead.
"Then take that chair and sit down."
"Oh, no, sir; indeed, sir, I am not al
all hungry, sir."
1 squnred myself, fingering the knife
at my plate.
"Peter," 1 Bald, sternly, "I'm a bet-
ter man than you are, and you'll either
sit down there and eat with me, or l'U
fell to work with some zest. Insisting
on his doing likewise. Yet even ss 1
disposed of the food that stolid faoa
opposite fascinated me. and held my
gaze. The fellow was not so big a
fool as he looked, for while the fear
turcs remained expressionless and va-
cant, there was a sly glimmer to ths
eye, betraying an active, observant
mind behind the mask. 1 began to
suspect some purpose In Ills play act-
ing.
"What H your name, my man?" I
asked finally, made nervous by hit
slleuce.
"Peter Swanson, sir," humbly.
"Oh, a Swede?"
"By ancestry only, sir," be explained,
wiping Ills mouth with a corner of tha
napkin, but not lifting his eyea from
the plate. "T Is a hundred years slue*
we crossed the sea."
"And you've been good King's me#
ever since?''
He cocked one eye up at me.
"It would seem so, sir."
"The fellow with the gray chin bear4
was Irish, was n't he?"
"He might be, sir."
"A Swede, an Irishman, and an In-
dian," I said musingly. "That makes
a nice combination for the Queen's
Rangers. Come now, Peter, give we
the straight of all this."
lie stopped with his fork In a bit of
meat, favoring me with another stare.
"I think I fall to comprehend, sir."
"No. you don't, you rascal." a bit of
anger in my voice. "Did you bring
this supper yourself, or were you sent
here?"
"I'nder orders, sir."
"The lieutenant?"
He bowed solemnly, snd asked:
"Would you object If 1 smoked, slrf
"Certainly not; only answer my
mmt10nal
sunwsoiool
Lesson
(By K. O. SKLLKHS, Director of F.ve-
nlng Department Tho Moody Bible In-
stitute of Chicago.)
LESSON FOR DECEMBER 29
REVIEW.
GOTjPEN TKXT—"If any man wtlleth
to do hill win. he ft hall know of the
teaching. whether It be of l.loi!, or wheth-
er I apeak of myself" John 7:17 It. V.
The golden text Is In this case a
I very good Introduction to tho review
! of the work of the past quarter. Josub
i had sent Ills disciples up to the Jo-
I rusalem fenst, while he remained In
Galilee whither he hud gone for fear
of the .lews (John 7:1). When thoy
arrived In Jerusalem they found a
shurp division among the people, soino
for and some against him (John 7;
10-131. Jesus secretly followod his
disciples, and suddenly In the midst
of the feast he is found In the temple
teaching. That his teaching was dif-
ferent Is evidenced from John 7:15.
It Is also evident that he had a thor-
ough knowledge of culture and tha
things of the scholastics of his day.
The Inquiry as to where he acquired
his knowledge elicits the reply that,
"My teaching Is not mine, but his
that sent me," and then as if to prove
the accuracy of his nssertlon. he uses
the words of the Golden Text. Those
who desire to know the will of God.
will find that his words express that
will perfectly, and as men obey his
questions. Good heavens, man I do you W||rds ,hp ,jv|n0 or|g|n 0f them will
think 1 am a log of wood? Act like a
human being. Who Is the lloutetiautT"
"A Drugoon, sir."
"Peter," I broke out. Irritated be-
yonc patience. "1 have some reason to
believe you a liar. But I'm going to
get the truth from you If 1 havs to
choke It out."
"Yes sir; very good. Indeed, sir.
However, there would seem to be no
med of your resorting to such eg-
treme measures, sir."
"Then you will tell me whst 1 wish
to know?"
"It will afford nje pleasure, sir."
"Then kindly Inform me. flrst of all,
who this young lieutenant Is."
"I fear, sir." solemnly, "that I may
have misinformed you when I said
be was a Dragoon."
It Was a Cell 8o Strong That a Single Glance About Convinced Ms of tha
Hopelessness of Any Attsmpt st Brisking Out
lick you within an Inch of your life.
There Is food enough here for three
men. and I want company."
He rubbed his hand across his lips,
and I caught a gleam of intelligence in
his eyes.
"Well. sir. seeing you put it In that
way, sir," he confessed, almost as
though in regret, "I hsrdly see how I
can refuse. It Is very flattering, sir."
He drew up the other chair and sat
down opposite ne. "Would you care
for a glass of wlna first, sir?" ha
viked aollcltously. "It has been s
tatber dusty r "e."
CHAPTER XII.
I Interview Petsr.
I accer'ed the wine gratefully, and
sst In silt nee wbllo be served ths
meat wondering at tha odd character
"Yes!" eagerly.
"I would correct my statemar t somw
what—be Is a Light Dragoon, sir."
In spite of my effort at self-control
I swore, tempted to batter that stolid
face, yet realizing tha utter useless
im-sb of such violence.
"Now, see here!" I broke forth
fiercely. "Have done with your play.
You are no soldier; I doubt If yoa
were ever on a horse's back until to
night. And those fellows with you ar«
not Queen's Rangers, I'll swear."
"How do you know, slrf he Inter
rupted gently. "Are you In the aray.
sir?"
"Of roure 1 am." 1 cried, answering
without consideration.
"1 thought so. sir; although youi
clothes do not proclaim the fact. Mai
1 aak which army?"
"TO 8g CONTINUmt
demonstrated.
His Claim Valid.
The lessons of tho past year, but
particularly the past quarter, are all
strong Illustrations of the validity of
his claim au well as the truth of this
general proposition.
If we omit the temperance
lesson, the lessons of this quarter
are confined to a few months of
time following April, A. D. 29, and
In particular present Jesus as a
worker and healer more than a
teacher.
!.i the first le'jaun we read of his
command to his disciples to cross the
sea They obeyed though It sent them
Into the Htorm. In tho midst of their
perplexity he appears, superior to tha
laws of nature.
lesson two shows Jesus defending
himself and the authority of tha Word
of God. Two ldrtals ara presented of
the kingdom, and the proof of the di-
vinity of hU ideal will always coma
to those who obey him.
In the third lesson Jesus teaches
this same truth to two Gentiles, tha
Byro-Phoenlclan woman and tho
centurion.
I<esson four gives us the account of
the second feeding of the multitude.
It shows us how our poverty may be
traiiBmuted Into wealth as he takes
snch as we have for the satisfaction
of tho needs of mankind.
In the fifth lesson Jesus rebukea tha
materialistic, sign-seeking Pharisees
and warns ns concerning tho leaven
(evil) of their hypocrisy.
Lesson six Is the temperance leaaon,
and If a connected lovlc-*r Is desired.
It will have to be omitted, as It doea
not belong to tho systematic studies
of this quarter.
In the seventh lesson Jesus ques-
tions his disciples to see as It were
how firm a grip this principle haa s
cured upon their lives.
D>vine Authority.
The Incidents of lesson eight fol-
low Immediately after those of les-
son seven. It Is as though he would
restore his disciples to % full loyalty
that they behold the special revela-
tion upon the Mount of Transfigura-
tion. Those heavenly visitors talked
not of the "glory" but of "his disease
which he should accomplish at Jeru-
salem," thus adding their testimony
to the Divine authority of his words.
The ninth lesson Is pre eminently
one thut Illustrates tho fundamental
principle of this entire review '.'I
believe, helu thou mine unbelief."
'Twas a faltering reply, but Indicated
his surrender to tho word and will of
Christ. The demonstration ho re-
ceived of the Divine authority of the
words of Jesus wub that his boy was
restored to him fully healed.
Again In lesson ten this principle
that an Hhsolute and completo submis-
sion to God's will Is a necessity Is
shown by the teachings of Jesus
which center about the child that wae
set "In the midst."
Lesson eleven deals with the sub-
ject of forgiveness. In reply to Pe-
ter's query Jesus taught his dlscl-
ples that forgiveness Is not A mere
matter of formal observance, but with
fiod It Is limitless and he calls the
disciples to a definite testing of his
words that they might not only know
that this Is the divine m"thod. but
that they might enter Into fellowsh^
with God. Jesus here shows tho re-
verse side of th«. picture when ho
reveals the fate of the srvant who was
compiled to pay "all that Is due."
In the twelfth lesson Jesus re-
bukes the false spirit of his disciples
and In his treatment of the would be
disciples ho emphssizes the fact that
to follow him Invflves the setting
aside of all else "No man looking
back Is fit for th kingdom." plainly
means that he who came to establish
this kingdom hus tie right to demand
obedience, aid «■ we are obedient to
the laws of the kingdom we shall
come to know to i. demonstration Its
divine origin and 'o a f ill realization
of his power, and that *e should fol-
low and profit by those divine admoni-
tions of the teacher
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