The Grapevine Sun. (Grapevine, Tex.), Vol. 17, No. 46, Ed. 1 Saturday, September 21, 1912 Page: 3 of 8
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or more after dark
compact little body
a gully Into
and Spring-
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The Blacksmith Was Not Only a Man
of Action, but a Man of Thought,
Also.
They will be along the
girl of si
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A at ho r of ”Looo Un dor
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North” and *th*r atari**
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ILLUSTRATIONS BY
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• war,”
with me to-
some
what
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Bn somewhere
■weep of hand
■ an’ Grant get
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■1ft attack In
gtoent that is
I for—to guard
F spy hunting
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Pleasant Quarters for French Prisoner
A retreat rather than a prison is
the new institution which has been
raised at Evreux, on the road from
Paris to Trouvilio, says a correspond-
ent of ths London Globo. It Is ovoid
in form, much In appearance to that
of a large castle, and is surrounded
by a wail over 80 feet in height.
It is situated on high ground over-
looking the town, and to say the least
prisoners should have a very comfort-
able time. Each has bls own cell
with hammock bed washing utensils
and a table for books. Ths cells are
lighted by electricity and heated b>
radiators. The authorities have not
forgotten the spiritual needs of thsh
botes. The consideration of the
ministry of justice tor the welfare of
the prisoners is seen by an electric
bell at the bead of each hammock,* so
that the detained, If he he taken sud-
denly 111, can communicate with the
guard.
« never testi-
fore the court
Ain case. Ho
over the at-
>aid him, and
>at the young
uld not hear
fold to speak
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w
t'
• in« open
ihrtll blasts
echo hac
• out from
haps half a
forth, rac-
kless rider
Im to be a
°y of per
bt with ex-
Consolation for Women Who Do Not
Bn joy All the Advantages They
See Others Have. «
said Far-
^e boy to
Ifor a ride,
re® by sun-
Puval first,
£• big thing
>lf has beet |
g off coffee
i refer with !
case.
bes Postam
because ha
r».»
the mischief h
: .1 "And sbwMs t
"If not. I know no better. The rebel
. blood is all in ths boy so far as I can
learn, yet I will not answer for what i
Mistress Claire might do." I
We fell silent, my memory with the <
girl, endeavoring to recall her exact 1
words, the expression of her face. It- 1
was not in my heart to believe she had
deeeived me. >’
1 had almost forgotten where I was,
as well as the presence of my com-
panion, when ho suddenly arose to his
I feet, and, pushing aside the wooden
window shutter, looked out A glance
of his keen eyes was sufficient
"Get back into your box. Major,” he
exclaimed quickly. “Pull the papers
over you."
1 was upon my feet conscious of the
distant sound of horses* hoofs.
"What is It! The enemy!”
“Rangers; fifty of them, 1 judge, an*
they’ll never pass here without rum-
maging around. Quick now, under cov-
er."
“But what about yourself!"
“Don't worry about me; those fel-
lows haven’t any evidence against ms
—yet They’re after you.”
I was through the Intervening door
with a bound and an instant later had
burrowed under the crumpled papers.
The shifting of the sun had left this
corner of the repair shop in shadow,
but I was scarcely outstretched in my
hastily improvised hiding place, when
I heard thte blacksmith calmly open
his outer door, where he stood smok-
ing, clad in leathern ipron, awaiting
the approaching horsemen. They
swept about the corner of the smithy
almost at the same moment, pulling
up their tired horses at sight of him.
From amid the thud of hoofs, and the
rattle of accoutrements, a voice spoke
sharply:
“Bo you’re here, Farrell, you old
rebel hypocrite. Well, what are you .
Kling wTiT
(M, hardly drag
along. ihad
{back ached,
I* ached, I had
Bluer trouble aw-
|y bad, and I could
[jatorsleep. Ihad
loaches, too, and
►me almost a ner-
► wreck. My doo.
I hospital I did
■well, so, when I
ft Jn a paper, I
land have done as
■taken Lydia E.
compound and
fave my health,
wnen would only
hr medicine, they
|Benj.H.Stan».
Fpper Sandusky,
F8 P*fas, irregu-
pe nervousness,
on or displace.
hut try Lydia
Pompound now.
h E. Pinkham’s
pde from roots
F^dard remedy
Unquestionable
roves the value
md should give
Ige Ti
t them t
ig mote
hese
how It w*»j
as the cotnli
pter! If M
evlewlng it?
i, sleep
■face. Better
gWe will have
Bre dark. I’ll
■here an’ feed
Major Lawrence, son of «.------
rence of Virginia, whose wife wag a Lee,
is sent on a perilous mission by C!“
Washington, just after the winter at Val-
ley Forge. Disguised in a British uni-
form Eawrence 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
ever a waits, and Lawrence Is urged by
nla partner. Mistress Mortimer (The Lady
of the Blended Rose), to make tab escape.
I-awrence is detected as a spy by Captain
Orant of the British Army, who agrees
to a duet The duel Is stopped by Grant ■
{friends and the spy -makes a dash for
[liberty, swimming a river following a nar-
row escape. The Major srrivos at the
[shop of a blacksmith, who is friendly, and
nknows the Lady of the Blended Rose.
* CHAPTER VIII.
rebel hypocrite,
hiding now?"
“I was not aware that I had any-
thing to hide, Captain Grant,” was the
dignified response. “This is my shop,
an* where I should be."
“Oh, hell! We all know yon well
enough, you old fox, and well catch
you red-handed yet, and hang you.
But we’re not hunting after your kind
today. Did you see anything of a fel-
low in scarlet jacket along here last
night, or this morning!" .
I failed to catch Farrell’s answer,
but the voice of the officer wasv suf-
ficiently loud to reach me.
"A rebel spy; the sneaking rascal
must have swam the Delaware. We’ll
look about your shop just the same
before we ride on. Mason, take a half-
kheU
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yonder. See here, Farrell,” holdln
his horse, "well be back here about
dark, and will want something to eat.”
"You will be welcome to aP —- 1
find"
”Yn„ ImmMsi r.R-,1
down; all of them
an’ tell him for fai
Now off with you!’
The boy, grinnt
his horse around, an
with bare heels, r«
rectly Mouth acroiM
Within five minutt
down a sharp IncUj
staring after him/!
"What is itr
“A little bit of
■aid grimly. “If yi
night. Major, I’ll J
guerilla fighting. ,
Grant said about
been waiting five
head back toward
has twenty wagons
ty of less than fif
out Medford way,'*!
to the northeast *
together the two <
number us, but we
age of surprise, bl
tho dark. In my
what Grant was se
Delavan’s wagons^
was a personal all
you, Lawrence, is
day, and go along
will be in the -sa
have to travel, al
trouble by daylight
a fight, have you!’
“None whatever.
“I judged so frox
get what rest you
twenty miles to
go over into the tl
the horses.'*
I watched him c
Impressed by th<
shoulders and she
scarcely analyse l
ready ’exerted ove
to be a natural leg
lectual as well ai
picked up a book
bench—it was an
of a famous Frei
Rights of Man. Its
ered with wrlttq
blacksmith was u<
With Mini
I must have slept
sleep of utter exbat
with my mind cleat
The door of the sn
open, and Farrell I
upon the road wltM
upon his knees. Aj
he instantly turne|
me.
“I begi
arouse y
IFE
P FROM
[OSPlIfll
Wag And
Her From
mon.
my mind did
mingling of,
adventure—t
connection v
mate know!
possessed ol
was be
involve
end. D
new ch
lastly
silence, I fel
WiiAPTI
Very Good Fit.
Sometimes the blunder of a child
seems like the veriest wise man’s
wisdom. Such might be said of the
little fellow in Hutchinson, according
to The Gaxette, who, desiring some
of the boarding housekeeper’s de-
light, commonly called hash, said:
“Please pass the trash."—Kansas
City Star.
is open laud,
'■ Immense
>■• I could
hence he sl-
ut I felt him
Hen, ah Intel-
Eal giant I
Open on the
I translation
Itise on the
margins cov-
bent«. This
t man qf ac-
1 also. I lay
Ing my head
B
mould you expect of a young
her father wears the green i
while her lover has made a r
hereabout with his hireling
_ “You mean Grant!”
"Certainly; they have bee®
fc____a though
girl if they ever marry.
>e Jerseys has been k
Hess as that of ’Red’ F
"t is even whispered about they
together at times. I doubt if
knows the whole truth about
^>ough she oan scarcely deem —
d even at that Surely you never n<rver
>oseb her on our aider 1-------
ed my cause welt" . . ,
’be inconsistency of a woman*
ape the two had had some mlSan-
landing, an* she was glad enough
stwlt the fellow.
U ”Qh, I know the Innocent blue
vyeriHiniyj in
from childhood,
■wir
»gan to let
-ou, Majoi
“You hai
_ -— ---— ------ in my
ix. Two «r three entered the old
shop, and began to probe about among
the debris. One kicked the box in
which I lay, and thrust a bayonet
down through the loose papers, barely
missing my shoulder. With teeth
clinched I remained breathless, but
the fellow seemed satisfied, and moved
on, after searching the dark corner
beyond. At last I heard them all go
out, mumbling to each other, and ven-
tured to sit up again, and draw a fresh
breath. They had left the door ajar,
and I had a glimpse through the crack.
Farrell was leaning carelessly in the
outer doorway, smoking, his short legs
wide apart, his expression one of total
indifference. A big fellow stepped
past him, and saluted some one just
out of sight
“Nobody in there, air," he reported.
“All right, Mason,” and Grant came
into view on a rangy sorrel. “Get
your men back into saddle; we’ll
move on.” "
“Think he went this way!" asked
They will be along the main road
within the hour from all reports. He
has a wagon train loaded with stuff
gathered up between Medford an’
Have Privilege of Creation
. _____ <---—-------------
one if you learn the secret of making
it so.—Pittsburg Leader.
at Women are taught very wrongly
about love. They are allowed to read
love stories at a tender age and form
'r’ a totally fatal notion of love.
2 ‘ They see themselves as charmers at
a very early age. They begin trying
to captivate, to charm, to enslave the
opposite sex, before they are out of
the nursery. They live and die—
I many many of them—without ever in
I the least understanding the truth
about love or, in fact, about anything
tromeoo^
the blacksmith carelessly.
“Haw the hell do I know!"
ly. “He must have started this way,
_____-■—•* _* *-
■on, an’ We’ll get the chap before night, uni
in renk h« run“ Into Delavan’s fellows
rrv
is’®
er. (
small
about, until
able company, n
weird
fag spoken,
hoofs r- ”•
back ,her. ,
• they semed like
-j no r.
Do glimmer of
-• uniform.
J knowledge that
warriors, but grim
They had left their
furrow to strike a blow
northeast of here, near Lo-
i; the properties of the two
Ijoln each other, an' I have
______e is distant kinship between
Ahem, although If that be true aU that
bwas good in the strain must have de-
iscended tp the one branch, an* all the
(evil to the other. Day and night could
tbe no different. Colonel Mortimer Is
m genial, pleasant gentleman, an* a
(loyal friend, although we are in arms
[against each other. To tell the truth
I half believe his heart is with the
^^Dolonies, although he cast his fortunes
[with the King. He even has a son In
tthe Continental Army."
,• “On Lee’s staff,” I interrupted. "The
(daughter told me he was a twin
7 [brother.” ..
’’Yes, an* as great a rogue as the
[girl, with the same laughing blue
leyes.” ,
“And Mistress Claire,” I questioned,
•“on which side is she!"
L "Can you ask that after having met
ffier as a Lady of the Blended Rose!
[Pshaw, man, I could almost give you
la list of the loyalist dames who make
isport for the British garrii
(Mistress Claire is not least
Close up the rank there,
we'll take the road to thp 1
I watched them go ‘past
J green uniforms ■
ck of the door, as
Tsngllng Threads. (
My surprised at this unexpected ref-
erence to the Lady of the Blended
Rose, almost prevented utterance.
What could this partisan ranger know
o. the girl! How could he even have
identified her from my vague refer-
ence?
“Why do you say that?” I asked
(eagerly. “I did not mention the lady’s
(name." '
“There was no cause for you to do
[so,'" and the grim mouth smiled. "No
lone else in Philadelphia would have
[turned the trick so neatly; besides the
(fact that your opponent was Grant
1 have revealed the identity of
IrL"
,u know them both the
sn are very envious by nature,
earns to be plenty of justlflca-
>ne way you look at it
me woman have luxury,
ety and fine clothes
an have only toil.
inequalities of Uf^
newer to the woman
uestlon. It is this:
Um? ^°,ce nasal^ and high pitched.
dale are not in yet.
rived with you?”
“Twenty; ample for
even if the others fall
Major Lawrence of the
Line."
1 shook his long, thin hand, marking
the iron grip of the fingers.
“We’ll Introduce you to some typical
Jersey fighting tonight. Major," he
said genially. "We have a style all
our own.”
I had suppose* I had witnessed all
styles.”
“We’ll see; the difference is that
every man among us has some outrage
to revenge. Our quarrel Is a personal
one against thieves and murderers.
What Is the program, Farrell?"
“To Intercept Delavan’s ralderu
A Mild Argument.
“Hubby,' do you love me as much
as you did when we were first mar-
ried?”
“Of course I do.”
“Seems to me you don’t tell me s«
as often as you did.”
“Yes. I do. Seems to me you’re hard-
er to convince.”
Mount Holly, together with a consfg-
erable drove of cattle and some
horses. ”
“And what force?”
“About fifty men originally, but re-
inforced this afternoon with as many
pX?,!*111 guard the tndn fa*
Philadelphia."
“Mounted?"
The reinforcements were, but the
original foragers were afoot; they
were Hessians; the others Grant’s
company of Queen’s Rangers ”
Glory be to God!" exclaimed a
voice near at hand. “Did ye hear that,
•ads? It’s Dutchmen and Tories we re
against tonight Be Gorry! I wouldn’t
have missed the chance of this shindy
ter the best farm In Camden.”
There was a low growl from the
cluster of men, and an ominous move-
ment of bodies pressing closer. Duval
laughed mirthlessly.
“The bloodhound takes the scent”
he said grimly. "God help those poor
devils when we cut the leash, Far-
rell. Where do you propose meeting
them?”
“Across there In the bluffs,” point-
fag, “where the road turns In between
the high clay banks. We’ll leave our
horses here, an’ cross on foot. Is that
the right plan, boys?”
There was a murmur of acquies-
cence, a few questions, and then the
silence of approval. It was evident
these minute men were under small
discipline, and their officers led only
by force of character. Without orders
the horses were ied away, tied se-
curely In the black depths of the
woods, and the men came struggling
back, rifles In hand, grouping them-
selves along the edge of the stream.
There was no attempt at military
formation, but Duval straightened
them out so as to count the number
present.
“Sixty-nlne, all told,” he announced
briefly. “All Tight, boys, come on, and
keep your powder out of the water.”
It was flrifc bottom, but the water
rose above the waist, with sufficient
current so we had to brace against it
In mid-stream. We trailed dropping
up the eastern bank, coming out upon
a well-traveled road. A hundred feet
beyond was the cleft through the clay,
and there Farrell halted us, dividing
the men into two parties. Under hl*
orders they disappeared like >magic,
the silent night engulfing them com-
pletely. The three of us, Duval, Far-
rell, and myself, alone remained in
the deserted road.
“Duval,” said the blacksmith quiet-
ly, “yon an’ the Major feel your way
along to the top, an* discover whAt Is
| happening. I’ll stay here, an* taka
I care of the boys.”
The road was a gradual rise, tha
clay packed hard under
I
-at.
■avage-
but likely he took the north n
wllEf
Ml
€ I W ’ , M darkn«88 closed
we formed quite a respect-
dn« back h/0,t/rt- T° »»■>•
b«,lde Farrell th*’” ' l”l‘l llo'ltlo“
no bo«d‘a, ““ """
fighting men.
Plows In the
for liberty.
It was an hour
ho?flLOUr con»Pact little body of
broau n f0*1® d0wn a gul'y ,nto a
ed th™™6? b0tt0m’ and then ad vane-
Xe nr11^ ' fr*nge Of tr“ea fa
voJL 6 Btream There was 8
young moon In the sky yielding a
jpectra1 llght> barely ym/klnd
mu A?reBt me vi8,ble At the sum
“It of the clay bank, shadowed by the
forest growth encircling them, were
the others who had gathered at this
war rendezvous, the majority dis-
mounted, holding their horses In readi-
ness for action. As we rode in among
them neighbors clasped hands silent-
ly, but the words exchanged were few.
Farrell forced his horse through the
press toward where a tall figure sat
■tiff In the saddle, and my own horse
followed unguided.
“A goodly turn-out, Duval." he com-
mented briefly. "What was the num-
ber before we came?"
/‘Forty-seven rifles.” the Lleuten-
“The men from Orchard
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