6 THE BITTER AND THE SWEET. Nay, cynic, cease thy prating jest Ami bid me not be Bad. Shall we of living miss the best Ueoause some things are sad? Shall we forswear sweet music's charms, In dread of discords drear, C>r. since the hurricane alarms, Shut out the atmosphere? You who that hungers will abstain Because some fruits are sour? E'en though the thorns of life may pain. There still remains the flower. ■So. irentle cynic, go thy way; In vain thy nart is done. J.ot shadows gather as they may. Men still will love the sun. —Washington Star. j D'r7*and I By IBVING BACHELLEB I Author of " Eb«n Holden." "Darrel of the Biessed Isles." Etc. Jl, by Lothrop Publishing Compau j.) CHAPTER XXI. — CONTINUED. He paused again, looking at the smoke-rings above his head in a dreamy manner. "•'First,'" my chief'repeated. "Well," said he, leaning toward him with a little gesture, "to me the word of a gentleman is sacred. I know you are both gentlemen. I ask for your word of honor." "To what effect?" the general queried. "That you will put. us safely on Brit ish soil within a day after Ihe ladies have arrived," said he. "It is irregular and a matter of some difficulty," said the general. "Whom would you send with such a message?" "Well, I should say some French woman could do it. There must be ;>ne here who is clever enough." "I know tho very one," said I, with enthusiasm. "She is as smart and cun ning as they make them." "Very well," said the general; "(hat is but one step. Who is to capture ihem and take tho risk of their own heads?" "D'ri and I could do it alone," was my confident answer. ' Ah, well," said his lordship, as he ros'* languidly and stood with his back to the fire, "I shall send them where the coast is clear—my word for that. Hang me if I fail to protect them." "I do not wish to question j;our honor," said the general, "or violate in any way this atmosphere of fine cour tesy; but, sir, I do not know you." "Permit me to introduce myself," said the Englishman, as he ripped his coat-lining and drew out a foided sheet of purple parchment. "I am Lord Ronley, fifth earl of Pickford, and cousin of his most excellent majesty »he king of England; there is the proof." He tossed the parchment to the tabie carelessly, resuming his chair. "Forgive me," said he, as the gen eral took it."l have little taste for such theatricals. Necessity is my only excuse." 'lt is enough," said the other. "I arn glad to know you. I hope sometime we shall stop fighting each other—we of the same race and blood. It is un natural." "Give me your hand," said the Eng lishman, with heartier feeling than I had seen him show, as he advanced. "Amen! I say to you." "Will you write your message? Here are ink and Hjtper," said the general. His lordship sat down at the table and hurriedly wrote these letters: "Prescott, Ontario, Nov. 17, 1813. "To Sir Charles Gravleigh, The Weirs, at«ive Landsmen-, Wrentham, Fronte nae County, Canada. ' My Dear Gravleigh: Will you see that »he baroness and her two wards, the Misses de Lambert, are conveyed by my cuiHi. on the evening of the 18th Inst., to that certain point on the shore pike h'.-tween Ain. lMiiy and Lakeside known as Bi'rnt Ridge, there to wait back in the timber for my messenger? Tell thero they are to bo returned to their home, and Kive them my very best wishes. Lam rsixn will drive, and let the hearer ride with the others. Very truly yours. "RONLEY." TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN: "Alme. St Jovit". the bearer, is on her way to my house at Wrentham, Fronte un< County, second concession, with a dispatch n, urgent character. I shall be sreatly favored by all who give her fur tht-ruiu in this journev Respectfully, etc., RONLEY, "Colonel of King's Guard." For fear ot" a cipher, Ihe general save tantamount terms for each let ter, and his lordship rewrote them. "I thought Ihe name St. Jovite would t>e is good a.s auy," he remarked. The rende/.vutts was carefully mapped. The guard came, and his lordship rose languidly. '"One thing more," -aid lie. "I>ot the men go ovet without arms —if—if you will be so good." "I shall consider thai," said the gen eral. "And when shall the messenger start?" Within t li.■» hour, il* possible," my chief answered. As they writ away, the general sat down with me for a moment, to dis cuss tho matter. CHAPTER XXII. Herein is the of tho adventures ■of his lordship cjtirier, known as Mtne. si Jovite. on and after the night of November 17, 181:5, in Upper Can al'l 'litis account may bo e.eecptod as tinstworthy, its writer having /been known to me these nicrty years, •in the which neither I nor any of my friends hav • hail o/casion to doubt her •ar«racity. '1 ae writer gave more details than are desirable, but the document is nothing more than a letter to an inti mate friend. I remember well she had an eye for color and a taste for de scription not easy to repress. When I decided togo it was near midnight. The mission was not. all to my taste, but the reward was hand some and the letter of Lord Ronley reassuring. I knew I could do it, and dressed as soon as possible and walked to (he l»ne Oak, a sergeant escorting. There, as 1 expected, the big soldier known as l)'ri was waiting, his canoe in a wagon that stood near. We all mounted the seat, driving pell-mell on a rough road to Tibbals Point, on the southwest, corner of Wolf island. A hard journey it was, and near two o'clock, 1 should say, before we put our canoe in the water. Then the man D'ri helped me to an easy seat in the bow and shoved off. A full moon, yel low as gold, hung low in tho north west. The water was calm, and we cut across "the moon way," that fun nelled off to the shores of Canada. "It is one ver' gran' night," I said in my dialect of the rude Canuck; for 1 did not wish him, or any one, to know me. War is war, but, surely, such ad ventures are not the thing for a woman. "Yis, mahm," he answered, pushing hard with the paddle. "Yer a friend o' the cap'n, ain't ye—Ray Bell?" "Ze cartain? Ah, otii, in'sieu'," I said. "One ver' brave man, ain't it?" "Yis mahm," said he, soberly and with emphasis. "He's more 'n a dozen brave men, thet 's whut he is. He "s a joemightyful cuss. Ain't nuthin' he can't dew—-spryer 'n a painter, stouter 'n a moose, an' treemenjous with a sword." The moon sank low, peering through distant tree-columns, and went out of THEY WKHK CLOSE UP AND STRIV ING FIERCELY AS 11-' WITH UKOAU SWOKDS. Sight. Long stubs of dead pine loomed in the dim, golden afterglow, their stark limbs arching high in the heav ens—like mullions in a great Gothic window. "When we git nigh shore over .ven der," said nf companion, "don't be lieve we better liev a grea' deal t' say. I ain't a-goin' t' be tuk—by a jugful—not ef I can help it. Got me 'n a tight place one night here 'n Can ady." "Ah, m'sieu', in Canada! How did you get out of it?" I queried. "Slipped out," said he, shaking the canoe with suppressed laughter. "Jes' luk a streak o' greased lightnin'," he added presently. "The captain he seems ver' anxious for me to mak' great hurry," I re marked. "No wonder; it's his lady-love he 's efter —faster 'n a weasel t' see 'er," said he. snickering. "Good-looking?" I queried. "Han'some es a pictur'," said he, so berly. In a moment he dragged his paddle, listening. "Thet air 's ih' shore over yender," he whispered. "Don't say a word now. I'll put ye right on the p'int o' rocks. Creep 'long careful till ye git t' th' road, then turn t' th' left, the cap'n tol' me." When I stepped ashore my dress caught the gunwale and upset our ca noe. The good man rolled noisily into the water, and rose dripping. 1 tried to help him. "Don't bother me—none," he whis pered testily, as if out of patience, while he righted the canoe. When at last he was seated again, as leaned to shove him off, lie whis pered in a compensating, kindly man ner: "When ye 're goin' ashore, an' they 's somebody 'n the canoe, don't never try t' tek it with ye 'less ye tell 'im yer goin' tow." There was a deep silence over wood and water, but he went away so stealthily 1 could not. iiear the stir of his paddle. I stood watching as he dimmed off in the darkness, going quickly out of sight. Then I crept over tho rocks and through a thicket, shiv ering, for the night had grown chilly. I snagged my dress on a brier every step, and had to move by inches. After mincing along half an hour or so, I came where I could feel a bit of clear earth, and stood there, dancing on my tiptoes, in the dark, to quicken my blood a little. Presently the damp light of dawn came leaking through the tree-tops. 1 heard a rattling stir in the bare limbs above me. Was it some monster of the woods? Al though 1 have more courage than most women, it startled me, and 1 stood still. The light came clearer; there was a rush toward nie that shook the boughs, j I peered upward. It was only a sqoir- j rel, now scratching his ear, as he | looked down at me. He braced him- i sejf, and seemed to curse me loudly j for a spy, trembling with rage and j CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, APRIL 27, 1905. rushing up and down the branch above mo. Then all the curious, inhospitable folk of the timber-land came out upon their towers to denounce. I marie my way over the rustling, briitle leaves, and soon found a trail that led up over high land. I fol lowed it for a matter of some minutes, and came to the road, taking my left hand way, as they told me There was no traveler in sight. I walked as fast as 1 could, passing a village at sunrise, where 1 asked my way in French ai a smithy. Beyond there was a narrow clearing, stumpy and rank with briers, on the up-side of the way. Presently, looking over a level stretch, I could see trees arching the road again, from under which, as I was looking, a squad of cavalry came out in the open it startled me. 1 began to think 1 was trapped. 1 thought of dodging into the brush. But, no; they had seen me, and I would be a 100 l now to turn fugitive. I looked about me. Cows were feeding near. I picked up a stick and went deliberately into the bushes, driving one of them to the pike and heading her toward them. They went by at a gallop, never pulling up while in sight of me. Then I passed the cow and went on, stopping an hour later at a lonely log house, where 1 found French people, and a welcome that included moose meat, a cup of coffee and fried potatoes. Leaving, 1 rode some miles with a traveling tinker, a voluble, well-meaning youth who took a liking for me, and went far out of his way to help me on. He blushed proudly when, stopping to mend a pot for the cook at a camp of militia, they inquired if I was his wife. "No; but she may be yet," said he; "who knows?" I knew it was no good place for me, and felt some relief when the young man did me this honor. From that moment they get me down for a sweet heart. "She's too big for you, my boy," said the general, laughing. "The more the better," said he; "can't have too much of a good wife.' I said little to him as we rode along. He asked for my address, when 1 left him, and gave me the comforting as surance that he would see me again I made no answer, leaving him at a turn where, north of us, I could see the white houses of Wrentham. Kings ton was hard by, its fort crowning a hill-top by the river. It was past three by a tower clock at the gitfe of the Weirs when I got there. A driveway through tall oaks led to the mansion of dark stone. Many acres of park and field and gar den were shut in with high wails. 1 rang a bell at tlie small gate, and some fellow in livery took my message. "Wait 'ere, my lass," said he, with an English accent. "I'll go at once to the secretary." I sat in a rustic chair by the gate side, waiting for that functionary. "Ah, come in, come in," said he, coolly, as he opened the gate a little. He said nothing more, and I followed him —an oldish man with gray eyes and hair and side-whiskers, and neat ly dressed, his head covered to the ears with a high hat. tilted backward. We took a stone path, and soon entered a rear door. "She may sit in the servants' hall," said he to one of the maids. They took my shawl, as he went away, and showed me to a room where, evidently, the servants did their eat ing. They were inquisitive, those kitchen maids, and now and then I was rather put to it for a wise reply. I said as little as might be, using the dialect, long familiar to me, of the French Canadian. My bonnet amused them. It was none too new or fashion able, and I did not remove it. "Afraid we 'll steal it," I heard one of them whisper in the next room. Then there was a loud laugh. They gave me a French paper. I read every line of it, and sat looking out of a window at the tall trees, at servants who passed to and fro, at his lordship's horses, led up and down for exercise in tlie stable-yard, at the twi light glooming the last pictures of a long day until they were all smudged with darkness. Then candle-light, a trying supper hour with maids and cooks and grooms and footmen at the big table, English, every one of them, and set up with haughty curiosity. I would not goto the table, and had a cup of tea and a biscuit there in my corner. A big butler walked in hur riedly awhile after seven. He looked down at me as if I were the dirt of the gutter. "They 're wait in'," said he, curtly. "An' Sir Chawles would like to know if ye would care for a humberreller?" "Ah, m'sieu'! he rains?" I inquired. "No, mum." "Ah! he is going to rain, maybe?" He made no answer, but turned quickly and went to a near closet, from which he brought a faded um brella. "There," said he, as lie led me to the front door, "see that you send it back." On the porch were the secretary and the ladies—three of them. "Ciel! what is it?" one of them whispered as I came out. The post-lights were shining in their faces, and lovlier I never saw than those of the demoiselles. They stepped lightly to the coach, and the secretary asked if 1 would go in with them. "No, m'sieu'."was my answer, "I sit by ze drivaire." "Come in here, you silly goose," said one of the ladies in French, recogniz ing my nationality. "Grand merci!" I said, taking my seat by the driver; and then we were off, with us lively a team as ever carried me, our lights flashing 011 the tii-' trunks. We had been riding moie than two hours when we stopped for water at a spring-tub under a hill. Tiiey gave uie a cup, and, for the ladles. I brought eaefc a bumper of tb» cool, trickling flood, "lei, my tall woman," said one of them, presently, "my boot is untied." Her dainty foot came out of ths coach under ruffles of silk. I hesitated, for 1 was not accustomed to that sort of service. "Lambine!" she exclaimed. "Make haste, will you?" her foot moving ini pat iently. My fingers got numb in the cold air, and I must have been very awk ward, for presently she boxed my ears and drew her foot away. "Dieu!" said she. "Tell him to drive on." I got to my seat quickly, confident that nature had not intended me for a lady's-maid. Awhile later we heard the call of a picket far afield, but saw no camp. A horseman —I thought him a cavalry officer —passed us, flashing in our faces the light of a dark lantern, but said nothing. It must have been near midnight when, as we were going slowly through deep sand, I heard the clang of a cowbell in the near dark ness. Another sounded quickly a bit farther on. The driver gave 110 heed to it, although I recognized the signal, and knew something would happen shortly. We had come into the double dark of the timber whoo. suddenly, our hoses reared, snorting, and stopped. The driver felt for his big pistol, but not in the right place: for two hours or more it had been stowed away in the deep pocket of my gown. Not a word was spoken. By the dim light of the lanterns we could see men all about us with pikes looming in the dark. For a breath or two ,11 ere was perfect silence; then th driver rose quickly and shouted: Who are you?" "Frien's o' these 'ere women," said one I recognized as the corporal D'ri. He spoke in a low tone as he opened the door. "Grace au ciel!" I heard one of the young ladies saying. "It is D'ri — dear old fellow!" Then all hurried out of the coach and kissed him. "The captain—is he not here?" said one of them in French. But D'ri did not understand them and made no an swer. "Out wi' the lights, an' be still," said D'ri, quickly, and the lights were out as soon as the words. "Jones, you tie up a front leg o' one o' them bosses. Git back in the brush, ladies. Five on 'em, boys. Now up with the pike wall!" From far back in the road had come again the clang of the cow-bell. I re member hearing five strokes and then a loud rattle. In a twinkling I was off the seat and beside the ladies. "Take hold of my dress," I whis pered quickly, "and follow me." I led them off in the brush, and stopped. We could hear the move and rattle of cavalry in the near road. Then presently the swish of steel, the leap and tumble of horses, the shouting of men. My companions were of the right stuff; they stood shivering, but held their peace. Out by the road lights were flashing, and now we heard pistols and the sound of a mighty scuffle. I could stay there in the dark no longer. "Wait here and be silent," I said, and ran "like a madwoman," as they told me long after, for the flickering lights. There a squad of cavalry was shut in by the pikes. Two troopers had broken through the near line. One had fallen, badly hurt; the other was saber to saber with the man D'ri. They were close up and striving fierce ly, as if with broadswords. I caught up the weapon of the injured man, tor I saw the Yankee would get the woist of it. The Britisher had great power and a saber quick as a cat's paw. I could see the corporal was stronger, but not so quick and skillful [To Be Continued.] 1I«* Wan Heady. "At a certain Swiss hotel," said an American tourist, "when I got ready to go I tipped everybody who had wait ed 011 me to the slightest extent and was ready to drive off when an indi vidual appeared and asked me if I had forgotten his existence. " 'And what did you do for me?' 1 asked. " 'I am the undertaker in the can ton,' lie replied. "'But, thank heaven, I have not needed your services.' " 'That is not my fault, monsieur For two weeks I have been ready to patch up your mangled remains and send them onto your friends with my condolence and yet you have refused tc go up on the mountain and meet with a fall. It is not for what I have done bul for what I should like to have done.' "—Chicago Daily News. Siim« k In tlie 10ml. Col. Robert. A. Pinkerton wa talking about old times in Chicago "I used (o know a man there who was an ardent gambler," he said. "He Los his week's wages regularly in 'Dinnei Pail Hankins'' game. One Saturdaj evening the man started home via tin gambling house, as usual. A spasm ol reform had struck Chicago, and tlr place had been pulled. The man trier !o enter the door, but failed. Hf walked into the street and gazed u. inquiringly at the closed windows. Then he walked back to the door, trier it agaitr, but it would not open, so hf drew his pay envelope from his pocket shoved it under the door, and walker calmly down the street." —Detroi. Journal. lliul Slurred II«»r Look*. There was a young man who oner went to a dinner party, where he wa seated between a noted beauty and • noted poetess. Looking to right ant left, he sain, naturally enough: "At -1 not lucky to be placed betweei beauty and talent?" The poetess di> not like the young man's remark, an she said, haughtily: "Not so ver lucky, for you possess neither the 01: 1 uor the other."—Cincinnati Enquire) 1 THE BALL PROBABLY RIGHT. Be'.tled On the Number Which Might Have Brought Gain Instead of Loss. George Ade was describing a Monte Carlo experience, relates the New York I Tribune. "In the big, gilded, ornate halls," lis : said, "women in beautiful gowns swi.pt to and fro, and each gambling table WJJ surrounded with players and onlookers, four or live rows deep. "1 saw a young man in American clot lies, a young woman in American clothes, and a boy in American clothes. " 'l'm going to play. I'l. ,oing to risk five francs. I'm going to risk it on my age,' Haiti the young woman. "She ran her eye over the throe col umns of yellow numbers on the table, and she set a silver five franc piece on IS. " 'Hien neva plus,' said the croupier. And the little white ball whirled round, dropped, clattered about a bit, and rest ed. tinally, 111 the No. 28. " 'Gosh hang it ; I've lost,' said the American girl. 'Lighteen doesn't win a thing ' \Say, Minnie,' said her little brother, 'it's a pity you didn't bet your real at;e. You'd nave won then, wouldn't you?'" Applied History. 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