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THE BROAD HIGHWAY J
ttendent
Talo of 10th Century England, Full of iho Ttirills of Adventure and Spirit of Romance
By JEFFERY FARNOL
Cor7Tltit, IMS Utile. Itrown & Co,
Piler Vlbart. an Knattih etliolar. de
upon hi uncle, Mr Ueorge vlbart,
thed onlr 10 erutneae (175) by the
,. Maurice ("Duck.") Vlbart, a no-
bMUftAL
eld man.
torloue true nrhter ana raVe. a t-oumn
ef reter, ta left 20,000 pounda 100 000)
l'eter, analnat the protestations of lila oM
friend with whom ha lived, sir nichard
Atiatrulher, decldea to ro down 'The Broad
lllthwar' of Kant and llva. Ha plana to
work after te moner la zone
From tha vary. ttlnn,n ' n Journey,
rater maata with ntrenturea which crowd
upon one another raat that Ma lira la
en a round of exalting episodes. Tha moat
Important development ot that part ot tha
Journey which brlnaa him to Blnlnghurat
vlllaae. la that ha la miataVan three times
for hla coueln Maurice, The resemblance
la xkcU except that Prter la clean-aliaxen
and Maurice haa a beard
At Blaalnghurat Peter decldea to work
for tha Mackamlth, "Illaok" Oeorie, and
rnafcee hla home In a "haunted" house a
little dlatance from the village, aralnat tha
advice of every ore. The drat nlirht In
the houea the "demon" ahowe Iteelt, but
ha prove to be only a Scotchman.
"W1
chapteii xxiii.
HO are) your said I, in no very
gentlo tons.
"Donal's my name, air, an' It ye had
an a'e for the tartan, ye'd ken I was a
Stuart."
"And what do you -want here, Donald
6tuartr
"The verra, question she'd askln' ye'ael'
what' gars ya tae come gowkln' on'
pterin' aboo't here at slo an hour?"
'It 1 my Intention to live here, for
the future," said I.
"Hoot toot! ye'll be no meanln' ItT"
"But I do mean It," said I,
"Eh, man! but ye maun ken the place
la no canny, what wl' pixies, an' war
locks, an kelpies, forby "
"Indeed, they told mo It was haunted,
but I determined to sea for myself."
"Wcel?"
"Well, I am glad to find It haunted by
nothing worse than a wandering Scots
piper."
The Highlander smiled his wry smile,
and taking out a snuffbox. Inhaled a
ploch, regarding me the while.
"Te're the first as ever stayed after
they'd heard the first bit squeakle, tae
find out If 't were a real bogle or no."
"But how In the world did you make
such awful sounds?"
"I'm thlnkln' It's the bit squeakle yo'll
be meanln' V he Inquired.
"Yes; how did you do it?"
"Oh, it's Julst the pipes!" he answered,
patting them affectionately, "will I show
ye the noo?"
"Pray do," said I. Hereupon ho set
the mouthpiece to his lips. Inflated the
bag, stopped the venta with his fingers,
and Immediately the air vibrated with
tho bubbling stream I have already at
tempted to describe.
"Oh, man!" he exclaimed, lalng the
still groaning instrument gently aside,
"oh, man! is It no Julst won'erful?"
"But what has been your object In
terrifying people out of their wits In this
wanner?"
'Sir, It'a a on account o" the snuff."
"Snuff!" I repeated.
"Julst that!" he nodded.
"Snuff," said I again; "what do you
mean?"
The piper smiled again a slow smile,
that seemingly dawned only to vanish
again; it was. Indeed, If I may bo ex
press It, a grave and solemn smile, and
his nearest approach to mirth, for not
once In the das which followed did I
ever see him give vent to a laugh.
The Diner smiled, then, and, unwind
ing the plaid from his shoulder, spread
Ifunon the floor and sat down.
"To maun ken," he began, "that I hae
muckle love for the snuff, an" snuff is
unco expensceve In these parts."
"Well?" said I.
"Ye maun ken. In tho second place,
that ma brlther Alan canna' abide tho
snuff,"
"Your brother Alan!" said I wonder
ing. "Ma brlther Alan," he nodded gravely,
"But what of him, what has he to do
With "
"Man, bide a wee. I'm comln' tae that '
"Oo on. then," said I. "I'm listening."
"Wcel, I'd hae e tae ken I'm a braw,
bonnlo piper, an" ma brlther Alan, he's a
bonnle piper, too no sic a fair graund
piper as me, beln' somewhat uncertain
wl' his 'warblers,' e ken, but a bonnle
piper, whateffer. Aweel, mebbe, a year
syne, I fell In love wl' a lassie, which
wad ha' been a' rlcht If ma brlther Alan
hadna' fallen In lovo wl' her, too, so
that she, pulr lassie, dldna' ken which
tae tak'. 'Donal,' says Alan, "can ye no
love anlther lassie; she enn no marry the
twa o' us. that's sure!' 'Then Alan.'
rays I, 'we'll Julst play for her.' Which
I think je'll own was a ground idee,
only tho lassie couldna' Julst mak" up her
wind which o' us piped the best. So the
end of It was we agreed, ma brlther
Alan an" I, to pipe oor way through
England for a year, an' the man wha
came bark wl' tho malst Blller should
wed the lassie.
"And a very fair proposal," said I,
u "
"Whecst, man! Just here's where we
ome to the snuff, for, look ye, every
Ime I boucht a paper o snuff I minded
me that ma brlther Alan, not takkln' It
himself, was so much siller tae the guile
an' oh, man! It usel tae gTleve me salr
till, one day, I lighted on this bit hoosle."
"Well?" said I.
"What, d'ye no see It?"
"No, indeed." I answered.
"Eh. man) ma brlther Alan doesna
buy the snuff, but he must hae a roof tae
shelter him an' a bed tae He in o' nights,
an' pay for It, too, ye ken, fburpence,
or a bawbee, or a shlllln', as tho case
may be, whiles here I hae balth for tho
takkln. An', oh, man! many'a the nlcbt
I've slept the sweeter for thlnkln' o that
eaxpence or shlllln' that Alan's a-partln'
wl for a bed little better than mine. So,
wiahfu' tae keep this bit hoosle too my
sel seeln' 't was haunted as they ca' It
I julst kep' up the illusion on account o'
Jrampers. wanderln' gipsies, an' slc-llks
dirty tykes. Eh! but 'twas fair graund
tae see 'em rlnnln' awa' as If the de'll
were after them, splerln' back o'er their
shoulders, an' a' by reason of a bit
squeakle o' the pipes, here. An' so, sir,
ye hae it"
I now proceeded to build and relight
the fir during which the Scot drew a
packet of bread and cheese from his
sporran, together with a flask which,
having uncorked, he held out to me with
the one) word, "Whuskey!"
"Thank you, Donald, but I rarely drlnlf,
anything stronger than ale," said I.
"Aweel!" said he, "If ye wlnna', ye
winne,', an' there's but a wee drapple left,
tae- be sure." Whereupon, after two or
three generous gulps, he addressed him
self to his bread and cheese, and I, fol
lowing his example, took out the edibles
Blmon had provided.
''An ye're minded tae bide here, ye tell
we?" he Inquired, after a while.
''ires," I nodded, "but that need not
interfere with you two can live here as
easily an one, and, now that I have had
a gpod look at you, I think we might get
aloag very well together"
'Ir," said he. solemnly, "my race is
royal-I am a Stuart here's a Stuart's
hand,' 'and he reached out his hand to
mo across the hearth with a gesture that
wo full of a reposeful dignity. Indeed,
I never remember to have seen Donald
anythlrs but dignified
"How do you find Mp these parts?"
I Inquired X
"Indeeffcrent, sir vSi Indeefferent!
Tae be si'r, at fairs (, a' slc-llks l'ie
had s much as 10 shlli V In ma bonnet
at a tiros, but it's Julc the kilties that
draw ew. thy hae no real lovs for the
Upes. w)u'teirr! A rnnllnvrse' plea.
m aiil anauirh. but ait! i
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"That Is a question open to argument,
Donald," raid Ii "can anjono play real
muslo on n bagpipe, think you?"
"Sir," returned tho Scot, setting down
the empty flask and frowning darkly at
the lire, "tho pipes Is the king of a'
Instruments, 't Is the sweetest, the truest,
the oldest, whateffer'"
"Hoot toot' the man talks like n muckle
fule." said Donald, nodding to the -Are
"For Instance," I continued, "there can
be no comparison between a bagpipe and
a fiddle, say"
"A fiddle I" exclaimed Donald, In ac
cents of withering scorn, and still ad
dressing the fire. "Ye can Julst tell him
tae gang tae the de'll wl' his .fiddle "
"Music Is, 1 tako It, the expression of
one's mood or thought, a dream trans
lated Into sound," said I thoughtfully,
"therefore"
"Hae ye ever heart the pipes?"
"Why. yes, but long ago."
"Then," said Donald, "ye shall Julst
hear 'em again." So saying, ho wiped his
mouth, took up hl Instrument, and began
slowly Inflating It.
Then, nil at once, from drones and
chanter there rushed forth such a flood
of melody as seemed to sweep me away
upon its tide.
"Donald," said I, after a little, "Don
ald, I will never speak against the pipes
again; they are indeed the king of all In
strumentsplayed as you play them."
"Ou ny, I'm a bonnle piper, I'll no deny
ltl" ho answered. "I'm glnd yo like It.
for, Sassenach though ye be. It proves ye
hae tho music, T Is a bit pibroch I made
tae Wullle Wallace him as the damned
Sassenach murdered black be their fa'.
Aweoll t was done aforo your tlmo or
mine so gude-nlct tao je. Southcronl"
Faying which, ho rose, saluted mo stiffly,
and stalked majestically to bed.
CHAPTEIt XXIV.
THE world was full of sunshine, tho
blithe song of blrls. and the sweet,
pure breath of waking flowers as I rose
next mornlpg, and, coming to tho stream,
threw mjself down beside It nnd plunged
my hands and arms and head Into the
limpid water whoso contact seemed to flit
me with a wondrous gladness In keeping
with the world about mo.
In a little whllo I rose, with the water
dripping from mo nnd having made shift
to dry myself upon my neckcloth, nothing
else being available, returned to tho cot
tage. Above my head I could hear a gentle
Bound rising and falling with a rhythmic
measure, that told mo Donald still slept,
so, clapping on my hat and coat, I started
out to my first' day's work at tho forge,
breakfastless, for the good and Buftlclcnt
reason that there was none to be had
Long before I reached the smithy I
could hear tho ring of Black George's
hammer, though the village was not et
astir, and It was with some trepidation
as to my reception that I apprached tho
open doorway.
There he stood, busy at his anvil,
goodly to look upon In his bare-armed
might, and with the sun shining In his
el)ow hair, a veritable son of Anak. He
might have been some hero, or demigod
back from the dim age when angels
wooed the daughters of men, rather
than a village blacksmith, and a very
sulky one at that; for though he must
havo been aware of my presence, lie
never glanced up or gave the slightest
sign of welcome, or the reverse.
Now, us I watched. I noticed a certain
slowness a heaviness In all his move
mentstogether with a listless, slipshod
air which, I Judged, was very foreign to
him; moreover, as he worked, I thought
he hung his head lower than was quite
neces&a ry.
"George!" George went on hammer
ing. 'George!" said I again. He raised
the hammer for another stroke, hesi
tated, then lifted his head with a Jerk,
and Immediately I knew why he had
avoided my eye.
"What do 'ee want wl' me?"
"I have come for two reasons," said I;
"ono Is to begin work "
"Then je'd best go away again." ho
broke In; "jo Ml get no work here."
"And the second," I went on, "Is to
offer you my hand Will you take it,
George, and let bygones be bygones?"
"No," ho burst out vehemently. "No.
I tell 'ee. Ye think to come 'ere an'
crow o'er mo, because yet beat me. by a
trick, and because ye heerd her " His
voice broke, and, dropping his hammer,
ho turned his buck upon mo: "Called mo
'coward!' she did," he went on nfter a.
little while. "You heerd her thoy nil
heerd her! I've been a danged fule!" he
said, more as If speaking his thoughts
aloud than addressing me, "but a man
can't help lovln' a lass like True, and
when 'e loves 'o can't 'clp hopln I've
hoped theso three years an' more, and
last night she called me coward."
Something bright nnd glistening splashed
down upon the anvil, and there ensued a
silence broken only by the piping of the
birds and the stirring of the leaves out
side. "A fule I be!" said Black George at
last, shaking his head, "no kind o' man
for the likes o her; too big I be and
rough. And et if she'd only given me
the chancel"
Again there fell a silence wherein,
mingled with the bird-chorus, came the
tap, tapping of a stick upon the hard
road, and the sound of approaching foot
stops; whereupon George seized the han
dle of the bellows and fell to blowing
the fire vigorously; yet once I saw him
draw the back of his hand across his
eyes with a quick, furtive gesture, A
moment after, the Ancient appeared, a
quaint, befrocked figure, framed In the
yawning doorway and backed by the
glory of the morning. He stood awhile
to lean upon his stick and peer about,
his old eyes still dazzled by the sunlight
he had Just left, owing to which he
failed to see me where I sat in the
shadow of the forge.
"Marntn. Jorge!" said he, with bis
quick, blight nod. The smith's scowl was
blacker and his deep voice gruffer than
usual as he returned the greeting; but
the old man seemed to heed it not at
all, but, taking his snuffbox from the
lining of his tall, broad-brimmed hat (Its
usual abiding place), he opened It, with
his most Important air.
"Jarge," said he, "I'm thinking ye'd
better tak' Job back to strike for ye
again if you 'm coin' to mend t' owd
screen."
"What d' ye mean?" growled Black
Oeorge.
"Because," continued the old man,
fathering a pinch of snuff with great de
liberation, "because, Jarge, the young
feller as beat ye at the throwln' lin as
was to have worked for ye at 'is own
price be deadl"
"What!" cried Black George, starting
"Dead!" noddod the old man, "a corp'
e be ehl such a fine, promlaln' young
chap, an' now a corp' " Here the An
cient nodded solemnly again, tliree times,
and Inhaled his pinch of snuff with great
apparent zest and enjoyment.
"Why'' began the amazed George,
"what" and broke off to stare, open
mouthed. ,
"Ij&tt night, as ever was." continued
the old man, " e went down to th
'auuted cottage 't were n't no manner o'
use try in' to turn Mm. no, not if I'd gone
to Mm on my marrer-ljoriesr-'o were, that
set on It, so off he goes, 'bout sundown,
to sleep In th' 'aunted cottage I knows,
Jarge, 'cause T follered un, on Men, for
myself; so now I'm a-goln,' down to find
Ms corp' "
He had reached thus far. when bis eye,
accustomed to the shadows, rhanoiug to
inset mine, he uttered a gasp, and stood
Blaring ut me wun oroppi jaw.
"Peter!" he stammered at ltutJBteter
bo th.at you, i'eierT"
Ti be sure it t." said J,
"Beaitt oean, inr
aswsw Mat
"Hut ye Mcp' In th' 'aunted cottage last
nlcht."
"Yes "
"But-but-tlm ghost, Peter?"
go down and hnd
"J" wapderlng Scotsman."
v ny then I ran't irn ,lnwi
ye corp- artcr all?'
"I fear not, Ancient"
The old man slowly dosed his snuff-box,
shaking his head as ho did so.
"Ah. well! I nnn't Min. ri."
said he magnanimously, "It bean't our
fault, lad. no-but what's come to tho
giiosir-
me ghoat," i answered, "Is nothing
more dreadful than a wandering Scots-
.milt
acotsmanl" exclaimed the Ancient
ennrpiy. "Hcotsmnn!"
"Yes. Ancient "
... m malc1' J'eter ahl mazed ye
w vnai, aro nt I hcenl un monnln'
an groanln' to Mssclf-ah! an" twltterin'
til?"
"As to that." said I, "thoo shrieks and
howls he made, with his bagpipe, very
ensy for a skllleM player Buch as ho."
Some one was drawing water from a
well across tho road, for I heard tho rat
tlo of tho bucket, and tho creak of the
winch, In tho pauso which now ensued,
during which tho Ancient, propped upon
his stick, surveyed mo with an expression
that was not exactly anger, nor contempt,
nor sorrow, nnd jet something of nil
tl-ree. At length ho sighed, nnd shook his
ncai ni mo mournfully
"rotor." said he, "Peter, I didn't think
ns )ou'd try to tak' 'vnntago of a old
man wl a tale the llko o that -such a
very, very old man, Peter such a old,
eld man!"
"But I assure you, it's the truth," said
earnestly.
"Peter, I seen Scotchmen afore now.'
salr he, with a reproachful look, "ahl
that I 'ave, many's tho time, on' Sctoch
men don't go about wl' tall, nor yet wl'
'orns on their 'cads leastways 1'vo nce
seen ono ns did. An', Peter, I know what
a bagpipe Is; I'm heerd 'em often nn'
often squeak they do. jes, but a squeak
nean i a scream, Peter, nor yet a groan
no." Having delivered himself of which,
tho Ancient shook his head nt me again,
and, turning his back, hobbled nwas.
When I turned to look at Qcorgc, It was
to find him regarding mo with a ery
strnnga expression
"Sir." said ho ponderously, "did jou
sleep In tho aunted cottage last night?"
"Yes, though, as I have tried to explain,
and unsuccessfully it seems. It Is haunted
bv nothing more alarming than a Scots
piper."
"Mr," said George. In the same slow,
heavy wny, "I couldn't go n-nlgh the
Plnco myself 'npcclally arter dark I'd be
ah! I'd be af eared to! I did go once,
nhd then not alone, and I ran away. Sir,
you'm a better man nor mo; jou done
what I durst n't do
"Sir, If so be as you'm In the same
mind about It I should like to to shake
ourliand"
So there, across the anvil which was to
link our lives together thenceforth. Black
George nnd I clasped hands, looking into
each other's eses
"George," said I nt last, "I've had no
breakfast "
"Nor I'" said George.
"And I'm mightily hungry!"
"So am I," said George.
"Then come, nnd lot us eat," and I
turned to tho door.
"Why, so wo will but not at "Tho Bull'
she bo theer Come to my cottage It
be close by -that Is If you care to, sir?"
"With nil my heart!" said I, "and my
name Is Peter "
"What do jou say to 'am and eggB
Peter?"
"Ham and eggs will be most excellent!"
said I.
CHAPTER XXV
SMITHING Is a sturdy, albeit a very
black art; yet Its black Is a good,
honest black, very easily washed off,
which Is more than can be said for many
other trades, arts and professions.
Your true blacknmtth Is usually a
strong man, something) bowed of shoul
der, perhaps; a man alow of speech, bold
of eye, kindly of thought, and, lastly-simple-hearted
Black Georgo himself was no exception
to his kind, what wonder was It, then,
that, ns the days lengthened Into weeks,
m liking for him ripened Into friend
ship? To-us, sometimes lonely, voyagers upon
this broad highway of life. Journeying on,
perchance, through desolate places, jet
hoping nnd dreaming ever of a glorious
bej'ond. how sweet nnd how blessed a
thing It Is to meet some fellow wayfarer
and find In htm a friend, honest and loyal
nnd brave, to walk with us In tho sun,
whose voice may comfort us In the shad
ow, whose hand Is stretched out to us
In the difficult places to old us, or be
aided. So there came such a friendship
between Black George and myself, and I
found him a man, strong, simple and
lovable, and as such I honor hjm to this
day.
The Ancient, on the contrary, seemed to
have set me In his "block books;" he
would no longer sit with me over a tan
kard outside "The Bull" o' an evening,
nor look in at the forge with a cheery
nod nnd word, as had been his wont; he
seemed rather to shun my society, and,
it I did meet him by chance, would treat
me with the frigid dignity of a grand
seigneur. Indeed, the haughtiest- duke
that ever rolled In his chariot is far less
proud that your plain English rustic, and
far less difficult to propitiate. Thus,
though I had once had the temerity to
question him as to his altered treatment
of me, the once had sufficed. He was
sitting. I remember, on the bench before
"The Bull," his hands crossed upon his
stick and his chin resting upon his hands.
"Peter," he bad answered, regarding
mo with a terrible eye, "Peter, I be dls
app'lnted in ye!" Hereupon rising, he
had rapped loudly upon his snuff-box and
hobbled stiffly away. And that ended the
matter, bo far as I was concerned, though
to be sure, Blmon had Interceded In my
behalf with no better success; and thus
I was still left wondering.
One day, however, as George and I
were hard at work, I became aware of
some one standing In the doorway behind
me, but at first paid no heed (for It
was become the custom for folk to come
to look at the man who Ued all alone
in the haunted cottage),
"Peter!" said a voice at last, and turn
ing, I beheld the old man leaning upon
his stick and regarding me beneath his
lowered brows.
"Why, Ancient!" I exclaimed, and held
out my hand. But ha checked me with
a gesture, and fumbllngly took out his
snuff-box
"Peter," said he, fixing me with his
eye, "were it a Scotchman or were it
not?"
"Why, to be sure it was," I answered,
"a Scotch piper, as I told you, and"
"Peter," said the Ancient, tapping his
snuff-box, "it weren't no ghost, then-ay
or no"
"No," said I, "nothing but a "
Teterl" said the Ancient, noddtnr sol
emnly, "Peter, I 'ates ye!" and. turning
sharp about, he tottered away upon his
stock. ,
"So-that's It!" said I, staring after the
old man's retreating figure.
"Why. ye see," said George, somewhat
diffidently, "ye see. Peter, Gaffer be so
qldt and all 'Is friends be dead, and
he've come to look on this 'ere ghost
as belongln' to Mm a'most. X,pves to sit
an' tell about it, 'e do; it be all Vve
got left to live for, as ye might say,
and now you've been and gone nnd said
as tbeer bean't no ghost arter all, d'ye
see?"
"Ah, yes, I see." I nodded. "I see.
But you don't still believe in this ghost,
uu yep, ueurgr
"N-o-o-o-not -jtactly," answered George
hesitating upon the word, 'can't say as
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