EVENING LEWES PHILADELPHIA, WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 15, 1915.
15
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THE BDOAD HIGHWAY
of 19th Century England, Full of this Thrills of Adventure and Spirit of Romance
,;, wi., yw co. By jeFFERY FARNOL
.v.rt n Encilah aeholar. de
. 21 M, unci. 8T Oeorre VIbart.
L"C3 inlr 10 ! KUtnen ? by the
tf.S?i ' "Duck" VIbart. no-
una ne,
w auric
,a ooVroind.' c itcoSSm:
L.Kat ihe protestations ot hla. old
I Sl'whSm lite". ?lr Hlcheri
j wn.e -.,..- n am flAUn 'inB JjrOrHi
?"? .tfnt. and live He plane to
Y.I - .- la mnn
.r. while peeiln
! n
(allows
mlnr a bad
"iiat dy. wm
L2V.wT he Id p and" El. money
PSV.wn" to The Ahlt. Hart, an
a- ".Til"''-, f i.niM bafore.
Bl 1.0 If1 n: .a innnnl rtrlaa
ttaS.! H:' ?.:; In the
TU Tii brnilnit. a vole aje nim to
L htl, ihook hind, with the Prince
CHAPTER V.
f t." .aid the bullet-headed man,
iieoplng to blow the froth from hla
;W after DeB1, J """ "
em. The Frlnce -e come a-run-
ta did, I at In my corner
i- at ft loo tusk. Tom,' 'e
t-fc ywi be a wonder.' I done
foian up proper I think, your "iKh
Ll Tom. says 'e. wl teara
e,, "you 'ave: an 'r l 'ad my
t? ..," ... An oUnnarl ma.
iaerren . - - --- -iwk
' did, wl Ms merry own 'and,
Lui ..v me thla 'ere pin," eay-
3a he pointed to a flaming; dla-
M-?no ""..- vr: .t;.
.iv lara-e and handsome, look
er much out of place on the fel
' .. .rann and seemed In some
LTbear out his story. Though, ln
.. r.erded his association with
i".. Recent, whose tastes were at
7!-? -the fancy" was notorious.
It n the whole, very probable!
ajlt Craggy words, foolishly
I tbOUfn mey "" ..".
vim in hla low. retreating brow,
V-.a deep-set eyes, his great square
i ui heavy enm, " j ..
1 "" .nfr.!.. t .tn nntlrd that the
"B"w- '.., ,nV,.r ,hi;v
due. which Is a mark (I believe)
tk srofehilonal pugilist alone.
fcL." cried the one-eyed man, "wot s
E we heerd of Ted Jarraway, or
Si'era Lord "Vlbbot, up In London?"
ieir repeated uragg, irowning
bu unitaro, x "' , ,;
neltper lora. eari, nor umn.
'Time Tom. coaxea m umoi.
mtrVodr's teerd o' Buck Vlbbot, 'Ira
?i!S: .v. .trirhlln' Barronlte.' "
' Tt" t&Id Cragg, rolling ills bullet head,
II tt was to ask me who put Ted Jar
iSio sleep. I should answer you. Sir
!hmm VIbart, commonly called 'Buck'
iwarf; sn' It took ten rounds to do It,
let ri.f
- .r be expected, at this mention of
taw ewtto'i name I pricked up my ears.
Ki-l what's all this 'bout him 'putting.
V" .? n - 11,1" At tlilo tViira
rwpuiH, . - .,:;: : ::
tet a HWflCn BUenCO ttllU ttil OJ-vo wc.o
tBBi toward the speaker, a small, red
iimftl Jellow, with a truculent eye.
"Cmt," ild he. Blowing a ciouq 01 xo
1 kecw smoke, "In three rounds! What
Craic had started up In his chair and
W at .cowling at his Inquisitor open
jBOttttitd, and In the hush I could hear
'tin tlcWnc of the clock In the corner.
aad Ui crackle of the logs upon the
wrNi Thn. all at once. Cragg's pipe
I lilr4 to fragments on the floor and he
K Jm4 tSvhls feet. In one stride, as It
Meaed, ne reacnea ino scaKcr, wni kv
iU the corner opposite mine, but, even
il m ke miui hi. flat, he checked himself
itmt Wie pocKei-jj.w. Yv.iiw.. w ....
,TililTied acros the-tablc--r
"Case, come none q' that,' Bald the
riAMda man. his eye more truculent
felsta eyer, "I ain't a ilghtln' cove my
lett, and I don't want no irouoie an i
Mta If, what about Buck. VIbart putting
tt Ton Cragg-ln three rounds? That's
a ehrt queitlon, ain't It what d'ye aay
rw-cmej"
t y.." cried Tom Cragg. flourishing
U rM Bit In the air, "I Bays as 'e done
'K-a?a foul!" Arid hVsmdte.the table
a Wow that set the gtae.es ringing.
"P4e It on a foul?" cried three"1 o,r four
ttpicii,
"On a foull" repeated Cragg.
"TWnk again." said the red-headed
iWHLj,"ti.ere said as it was a werry
i'ftktTltnockout.''
Im, I say It were done on a foul," re
nted Crasr. with another blow of his
st,Jf'an' wot's more, If Buck VIbart
est arore me an, in tma -ere very
esj, I'd prove my words."
"IfcmBh!" said the red-headed man.
iJasa; do say as he's wonderful quick wl'
H nmkx.,' an' can hit like a sledge-
a "t(ck wl 'Is 'ands 'e may be, an'
' thrive a goodlsh thump, but as for
t-ta m-lVs 'all me eye an' Betty Mar
Ha," an' you can lay to that, my lads.
, Jl owila, put 'lm to sleep any time an'
ftar where an' I'd like ahl I'd like to 8e
ship as says contralryl" And here
f tfcs suftUit scowled round upon hla hear-
kre especially the red-headed man)
tMkHjr that one or two of them Bhuf
tm UMMlly, and the latter individual
If'4 to become interested in th lock
tg Jfetol.
1f Bke," repeated Cragg. "ahl I'd like
,JJf '' C0V6 ayB contrairy."
ob ain't a-goln' to, Tom," aald
m r. arau vn .nan .AnhiB.iti .i.n. a ...,
J.wy M.h they would," growled
a?fr't there nobody to obloege the gen-SP-wr'
'"Quired tha red-headed man.
1 1ht any man as ever was born
I Riav dial" snnrteA Cruirir.
OS alwnva wa. A .... n.AM.l. ..wa
BP-yc(i man, blinking his Dale orb.
M."cried the prizefighter, work-
-: nto another rage, "ahl an
" oi it I'd fight any man as
fcreeches why, burn mel I'd
asy man m ai.iiitni nM n..i
m for 10 minutes."
Wlllngs!" said I, to myself, "10
I. Whan -- -' .. '..,,.
V A Very handanm aitmmnrA Mnl.
JB,?en Oh9 is pennlleas and destl-
SaJBPJh'sy dial" roared Cragg, amlt
ht down on the table n train, "a
4 gCld.n VlllnAn ta K man a
"wd on 'i pins an flght me fr
PSSutea an am a n.ii irii.a,
'to, T aaV. an a. nn . miTo
ifnta." said I to myself, ' Is a for-
ua. setting down my empty
' 1 CXOSSed the, twim arna tnuphad
Wn Oi shoulder.
! ntit you," aald I, "for a
t M the fellow's uvea mot mln. ha
P.. Ottt Af Ilia nhata mm .l n...h
MlA but n sooke no wordv
.-.. -n imui n was siqyeo. oy
rnere Be ooa, staring at me.
USln thar. IfM m nll.nu In
beard t,l tlpk- ft the clock In
- . sn, crackle ot tn logs
' hearth.
,: he. rf-ovring Wmlf" with
'. "VOUT" and .. h.-'uJo. T
"'y,' I aaivarail 'i tv.iv t ..
I ,, ... --... w-y, A vmw a vara,
l "P to even van in- civ. ndm.i..
J I sPOkA he wlnk.d at mJaiafn.
WvWs meant for me u. certain.
at hla bar-u a. nu,..j .,.
l,iMfh,t ie Iende4 !o ?op-
. . "'. ' l. o i ae.nqiea
Iw mr'm possible an walVedJ
ta en-eye4 man tireiut Into
S JSUWV ,M1k Nl wWck the
up to Tev craw (
Ay, to be sure, arent' got so much
as our old cat!" grinned a third.
"Btay'" cried the one-eyed man, peer
ing up at me beneath his hand "Is they
whiskers a-peepln' at me over Ms cravat
or do my eyes deceive me?" Which pleas
entry called forth another roar of laugh
ter at my expense
Now. very foolishly perhaps, this non
sense greatly exasperated me, for I was,
at that time painfully conscious of my
bare lips and chin. It was, therefore,
with an effort that I mastered my quickly
riling temper and once more addressed
myself to Cragg.
"I am willing,." said I, "to accept your
conditions and right you-for a guinea
or any other man here, for that matter,
except the humorous gentleman with the
watery eye, who can name his own
price." The fellow In question stared at
me, glanced slowly around, and, sitting
down, burled his face in his tankard.
"Come. Tom Cragg," said I, "a while
ago you seemed very anxious for a man
to fight; well I'm your man." and with
the words I stripped oft my coat and
laid It across a chair-back.
This apparent willingness on my part
waa but a cloak for my real feelings, for
I will not here disguise tho fact that the
prospect before me was anything but
agreeable; Indeed, my heart was thump
ing In a most unpleasant manner, and
my tongue and lips had become strangely
parched and dry, as I fronted Cragg.
Truly, he looked dangerous enough,
with hla beetling brow, his great depth
of chest, and massive shoulders; and the
possibility of a black eye or so. and sren-
eral pounding from the fellow's knotted
fists, was daunting In the extreme. Still,
the chance of earning a guinea, even un
der such conditions, was not to bo lightly
thrown away; therefore L folded my arms
and waited with as much resolution as I
could.
"Sir," said Cragg, speaking in a very
altered tone, "sir, you seem uncommon
eager for It."
"I ahall be glad to get it over," said I.
"If," he went on slowly, "If I sold
anything against you know who, I'm
sorry for It me 'avlng the greatest re
spec' for you know who you understand
me, I think." And herewith he winked,
three separate and distinct times.
'5No, I don't understand you In the
least," said I, "nor do I think it at all
necessary; all that I care about Is the
guinea In question."
"Come, Tom," cried one of the com
pany, "knock 'to 'ead off to begin with."
"Ay, set about 'm, Tom cut your gab
an' finish 'lm," and here came the clat
tea of chairs as the company rose.
"Can't be done," said Cragg, shaking
his head, "leastways not 'ere."
"I'm not particular," said I, "If you
prefer, we might manage It very well In
the stable with a couple of lanthorns."
"The barn would be the very place,"
suggested the landlord, bustling eagerly
forward and wiping his hands on his
apron, "the very place plenty of rooni
and nice and soft to fall on. If you
would only put off your flghtln' till to
morrow, we might cry It through the
villages; 't would be a big draw. Ecodl
we might make a purse o" twenty pound
If you only would! Think It over
think It over."
"Tomorrow I hope to be a good dis
tance from here," Bald I; "come, the
sooner It Is over the better, show us your
barn." So the landlord called for lan
thorns and led the way to a largo out
building at the back of the Inn, Into
which we all trooped.
"It eeems to be a good place and very
sutt&le." said I.
"You may well say that," returned the
landlord, "lt' many a fine bout as has
been-brought off ln-JJrf-the tlmo Jem
Belcher beat 'Tho Young Ruffian' the
Prince o" Wales sat In a cheer over In
that theer corner ah, that was a day, it
you please!"
"If Tom Cragg Is ready." said I, turn
ing up the wristbands of my shirt, "why,
bo am I." Here it was found to every
one's surprise, and mine In particular,
that Tom Cragg was not In the barn.
Surprise gave place to noisy astonisn
ment when, after much running to and
fro. It waa further learned that he had
vanished altogether. The Inn Itself, the
stables, and evsn tho haylofts were ran
sacked without avail. Tom Cragg was
gone as completely as though he had
melted Into thin air, and with him all
my hopes of winning the guinea and a
comfortable bed.
It was with all my old dejection upon
me, therefore, that 1 returned to the tap
room, and, refusing the officious aid of
the One-Eyed Man, put on my coat, re
adjusted my knapsack and crossed to tho
door. On the threshold I paused, and
looked back. ,
"If," eald I, glancing round the ring of
faces, "If there Is any man here who Is
at all willing to fight for a guinea, ten
shillings, or even five, I should be very
glad of the chance to earn It" But, see
ing how each, wilfully avoiding my eye,
held his peace, I sighed, and turning my
back upon them, set oft along the dark
ening road
CHAPTER. VI.
Evening bad fallen, and I walked along
In no very happy frame of mind, the
more so. as the rising wind and flying
wrack of clouds above (through which a
watery moon had peeped at fitful In
tervals) seemed to presage a wild night.
It needed but this to make my mleery
the more complete, ror, as rar as cuum
tell, If I slept nt all (and I was already
very weary), It must, of necessity, be
beneath some hedge or tree.
Ae I approached the brow of the hill I
suddenly remembered that I muet once
more pass the gibbet, and began to strain
my eyes for it. Presently I pled It, sure
enough. Its grim, gaunt outline looming
through the murk, and Instinctively I
quickened my stride eo as to pass it as
soon as might be.
T was almost abreast of It when a figure
rose from beneath it and slouched into
the road to meet me. I stopped there and
then, and grasping my heavy staff waited
1U approach.
"Be that you, sir?" said a voice, and I
recognised the voice of Tom Cragg.
"What are you doing and thero or an
places?" .
"Oh-I ain't af eared of 'lm," answered
Cragg, Jerking his thumb toward tho gib
t. ,,t .i., a'aarri n none as ever
dra'wed breath-dead or llvln'-except It
be 'is 'Ighness the rnnco jiegeni.
"And what do you want -
"I opes as theer"a no offense, my lord,
said he. knuckling his forehead, and
speaking In a tone that was a strange
nitiiin of would-be comradeship and
cringing servility "Cragg Is my name,
moved hla hat and stood staring and
scratching his bullet-head as one In sore
perplexity.
Fo 1 left him and strode on down the
hill As I went the moon shot out a
feeble rny. through some rift in the roll
ing clouds, and, looking back, I saw him
standing where I had left him beneath
the gibbet, still scratching hie bullet
head and staring after me down the hill
Now, though the whole attitude and
behavior of the fellow was puzxllng to
no small degree, my mind was too full of
my own concerns to give much thought
to him Indeed, scarce was he out of my
sight but I forgot him altogether; for,
what with my weartnecs, the long, dark
road before and behind me and my empty
pockets, I became a prey to great dejec
tion. So much so that I presently sank
wearily beside the way, and, resting my
chin In my hands, sat there, miserably
enough, watching the night deepen about
me.
"And yet." said I to myself. "If. as
Eplctetus says, 'to despise a thing Is to
possess It,' then am I rich, for I have
always despised money; and If, weary as
I am, I can manage to condemn the lux
ury of a feather bed, then tonight, lying
in this grassy ditch beneath the stars, I
shall slumber as sweetly as ever I did
between the snowy sheets." Baying which
I rose and began to look about for some
likely nook In the hedge where I might
pass the night. I was thus engaged when
I heard the creak of wheels and the
pleasant rhythmic Jingle ot harness on
the dark hill above, and In a little while
a great wagon or wain, piled high with
hay, hovo into view, the driver of which
rolled loosely in his seat with every Jolt
of the wheels, so that It was a wonder
he did not roll oft altogether. Aa ho
came level with me I hailed him loudly.
whereupon ho started erect and brought
his horses to a stand.
"Hulloal" he bellowed, in tho loud,
strident tone ot one rudely awakened,
"w at do eo want wl I? '
"A lift," I answered; "will you give
a tired fellow a lift on his way?"
"W'y I dunno bo you a talkln' chap?"
"I don't think bo," said I.
"Because, If you be a talkln' chap, I
beant a-goln' to give ee' a lift, no'ow .
not It I knows It: give a chap a lift
t'other day, I did took 'lm up t'other
sldo o' Seven-oaks, an' a' talked me up
'111 an down '111, "e did dang met If I
could get a wink o' sleep all the way to
Tonbridge; so If you'm a talkln' char),
you don't get no lift wl' I."
(CONTINUED TOMORROW.)
SPECTACULAR WORK
ON "L" BEGUN TODAY
Monster 70-Foot Pile Driver Is
Used at Front Street and
Girard Avenue
an' craggy my naiur, put, ... --
I'm beat. I knowed ye as soon aa I laid
my 'peepers' on ye. an' if I eald as It
a fj-ittl WI1V. WI1CI1 a. llteaaa a
4UUH "
were
cups, d
Jm blanJ
kfnk
' go sn tarn hlc.wlf to rfn
lufct r. i.1 o t. -,. i A
-- - -VH
,m av 'A ' am IQ BUPUV o.jmvs
wide o' the gospel, d' ye see. an' there
was no offense, my lord, strike roe blind!
I know you. an' you know me-Tom
Cragg by name an craggy by- '
"But I don't know you," eald I. "nd.
far that matter, neither do you know
"""Wy. you ain't got no whiskers, my
lord-leastways, not with you now, but
And what the devil has that got to do
with It?" said I angrily.
'Ulsgul.es. P'raps!" said the fellow,
with a sly W, "artor that ther kid-nippln'-an'
m.'-avlP' Uld out Sir Jar
sper Trent, in Wych street, accordln' to
your prderi. my lord, the Prince give me
word to'clax out'-cut an' run for It.
unit hloWd over; an' I thought, p'raps,
knowin' as you an' 'lm 'd 'ad word. I
K'i'.yi'i1. :! IZ 'cut stick' qp f
"And I thlnk-s-that you are manifestly
drunk said I, "Jf you l still wish to right,
for any um-o. matter how small-put
up "X hand." Knot, g out of y
road." The crr atepped Mid,
somewhat baUly, which on, J r
SCRAPPLE
"Love nt First Sight"
tandon Opinion.
1 m i'f
?HaBBga I ' " " "a
Sounds Dad
THE PADDED CELL
Mrs Highbrow-May De Nox Is go
ing around telling all my friends thst
my teeth are artificial
Mr. Highbrow Oh, it's false!
In the Same Fix
Beggar Sir, I have a hungry fam
ily nt home, that don't know how they
are to get their next meal
Gentleman We'ro in the same
trouble at our house. The cook has
left.
Pretty Rank
Fhlladelphlans saw the first spectacu
lar work on the Frankfort! elevated line
this afternoon, when a monster 70-foot
pile driver was erected at Front street
and Girard avenue. This machine will
be emplojed to drive heavy timbers
down to solid rock In order that there
may be a sound foundation upon which
to construct the concrete work for the
superstructure of the road.
There are 20 pita already dug on Front
street, south of Qlrord avenue, in which
the workmen will begin to hammer the
big posts within a few days There will
be nine of the piles In each pit." "and their
great size may easily be Judged' when
the size of the pits are considered. Each
of them Is 10 feet square and 8 feet deep
The foundation wall will, therefore, rest
on a base of concrete that is 8 feet be
low the surface.
It is not believed that many piles will
be needed for the Frankford "IV as the
engineers who have made borings learned
that there was little probability, of them
being needed to any great extent above
fiirnrri avenue. About 600 of the timbers
will be driven in Front street UeloMf
Girard avenue. The soil was found to be
largely "filled" In many places In that
vicinity, and that accounts for tho need
ot placing piling as supports tor the foun
dation. A 6000-pound steam hammer will drive
the big timbers down to solid rock.
One of the pits has been filling with
water during the last day or two, and old
residents say that this is probably due
to a creek that they remember running
Into the Delaware many years ago from
that section.
In excavating for the pits workmen
came across foundation walls of brick
built by August Belmont, 24 years ago,
when he started to construct a Frank
ford elevtted line. The engineers of to
day marvel at such a foundation for a.
neavy sieei eiovmeu nun. xiicy oay u
shows clearly the advancement of the
science of engineering when it is com
pared with the kind of concrete and pil
ing foundations the city is going to build
upon now.
Police Court Chronicles
Luck pursues James Dorney eo persist
ently that he even profits by his mistakes.
He likes to take long walks, and was on
his way from Tioga to City Hall yester
day when he lost his bearings and got
in the neighborhood of 2d and Lou
den streets. Some one told James that
he1 was a couple ot miles out of hla road,
and he was about to retrace his steps
when he saw a keg of beer lying In the
street. It didn't seem to belong to any
one In particular, and seeing that it
would Interfere with traffic, Dorney
rolled It up an alley and covered It w,th
some old boards lie then entered a
nearby saloon and by a very persuasive
manner succeeded in borrowing a spigot
and a mallet. It was the easiest thing
In tho world to borrow a cup from the
front of a crockery store when the pro
prietor wasn't looking, and with this put
fit James soon got results He was en
joying life to the full and had sampled
a great deal of the keg's contents when
Policeman Larzere chanced along
Although Dorney explained that the
keg was homeless when he picked it
up to prevent possible accidents iri- the
street, the cop compelled him to explain
to Magistrate Wrlgley at the Branch
town station
The keg was taken along by way of
evidence While James was endeavor
ing to explain, the driver of a brewery
wagon came In and reported the loss
ot the keg, He recognized it in the po
lice station and told Dorney what he
thought of him In German. Aa it could
hot be shown that James atole the beer,
the Judge was lenient, and on promising
to bring such matters to the attention
of the police in the future, he was al
lowed to pursue his pleasant walk of
eight miles to City Hall, which he did
somewhat unsteadily.
U. of P. PrefMfter Weds Divorcee
News ot the marriage of Mrs. Mary
Palmer, divorced on Friday from Jack,
son Palmer, an attorney, of Lowell,
Mass, to Dr. Henry JB. Smith, member
of tho University of Pennsylvania fac
ulty, became known today. The mar
riage took place in Philadelphia on Mon
day, two days after her divorce was ob
tained, Mrs, Palmer is a member of the prom
inent Perktne family at Lansdala Doc
tor Smith is an instructor In philosophy
at the University. He I one of the
youngest members ot the faculty, having
only recenny uumuiw nla aegree wra
Smith married Jackeea Palmer la imb.
after b had graduate) from the tfarvara. 1
.kl Qk. .Vk,....a t f
xmw m.Hwit ,, .9 ainwnaa nee latvorce 91
thr-rouqd Of cruelty.
JCmouav
Father (with a coin concealed behind
him) What la It that has a head on
one side and a tall on the other?
Willie Why. a chicken on a fence."
V TV
Famuar ' i
THERE Goes '
VvmLULP Honey . g
i SIR
ii V Ksk 1 v5 l I "
I 1ST4 (:
1 I
DID IT EVER HAPPEN TO YOU?
"You haven't another cigar like the
one you gave me the bther'day; have
you?"
"Sure, I always carry a bunch with
me."
"You eee, old man, I'm trying to
break my boy of smoking."
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IPS
'WiV
Wu&wB-illl (1 1
Uncle Hiram Sufferln' haystacks! I
didn't know them go! darned things
went In the water ez well ez on land!
Look at the II fo preserver!
a M-B iV G0S.
Haw-Haw!
Poet You said In your paper that pov
erty Is no crime.
Bdltor-AVcll?
Poet Yet you declined to accept my
verses simply because they are poor.
""""
The Quickest Way
"Don't some of the decorations on
women's hats amuse you?"
"Yes; the plumes tickle me very
much "
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