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A Talo of 19th Century England, Full of the Thrills of Adventure nnd Spirit of Romance
Coprrlgnt, 1MB Little, rtrown A Co
, irr iwi, in jinguan acnoiar, De
pendent upon his untie, Sir (leorie Vlbart,
la bequeathed only 10 gulrieaa iij3) by the
Old man, Maurte-e (' Buck ) Vjbart, a no-
rtr Vlbart, n Knallah acholar. de.
lOTJOUH DT-ir nahter atiil Tiki n fniialn
Pf 1'eter, H 1rt 20 000 pounds (tlOO.WO)
1 etrr, agatnat the r-roteatatlone of hli old
frler.,1 with whom he lived, Sir Tllchard
f.iiMrutbfr, decides to go down The I (road
IlshWKy of Kent and lite He plana to
Work utter tho money la gone
From the r?ry beginning ot the Journey,
Peter meeta with adtenturee which crowd
upon one another no faet that hla life la
one round of ex-ltlng epleodee. The moat
Important development ot that part ot the
Journey which brings him to Slaelnghurat
'. tiuaae, ia inai n la miaiaaen tnree timea
I fur hla coubln Maurice The reeemblance
la exat, except that I'eter la clcan-ahaen
and Maurice has a beard
At Elaalnghurat Peter decldea to work
for tho Mackamlth, "lllacx ' Oeorxe, and
inakea hit home In a "haunted ' houae a
little rilatanre from the village, against the
ndtlre ot every ore. The flrat night tn
the houae the "demon" ahowa tteeif, tut
be rrcrvei to be only a Scotchman.
.The Scotchman la Donald Btuart, a wan.
Bering; bagpiper, who hag mads the houeo
Ma retting place while In that part of
the country Donald, to gain aeclualon,
creates weird noteee with hla plpee, which,
added to the fact that a man has hanged
Mmaelf In the houae. trlghtena the poor
villager When 1'eter returna to the
tillage the next morning; aafe and whole
the inhabitants look at him with mlatruat,
fnme even put Mm In league with Satan,
Tile Ancient, eapeclally. la "dlaappolnted"
In reter, and feela a peraonal hurt In the
tale about the Scotchman,
CHAPTCn XXV. (Continued).
rr-pHEN you still believe In the ghoatt"
J, "Why, y'seo, Peter, we do know as a
man 'ung 'lself theer, 'cause Garter found
un likewise I've heerd It scream-but as
for beltevln' In It, slnco you say con
trarywlse why, ow should I know?"
"But why should I deny It. George;
why should I tell you nil of a Scotsman?"
"Why, y'see, Peter," said George, In
hlB heavy way, "you be auch a strange
sort o' chap!" .
"George," said I, 'let us get back to
work."
Tet, In a little while, I set aside the
hammer, and turned to tho door.
"Peter, wheer bo goln'?"
"To try and make my peace with the
Ancient," ,1 answered, and forthwith
crossed the road to "The Bull." But with
my foot on tho step I paused, arrested
by the sound of voices and laughter
vlthln the tap. and, loudest ot all, was
the voice of the pseudo blacksmith. Job.
"If I were only a bit younger!" the
Ancient was saying. Now, peeping In
through the casement, a glance at his
dejected attitude, and the blatant Wear
ing of tho others, explained to me the
situation then and there.
"Ah! but you ain't," retorted old Amos,
"you'm a old, old man ana' getting' older
wl' every tick o' the clock, you be, an'
gettln' mazed-llke wl' years."
"Haw! hawl" laughed Job and the five
or six others
"Oh, you Job! If my b'y Blmon was
ero e'd pitch 'oe out Into the road, so
would same as Black Jarge done,"
quavered the Ancient.
"P'r'aps, Gaffer, p'r'apst" returned
"Good evening, Mr.
Job, "but I sez again, 1 believe what
Peter- sez, arj' I don't believe there never
dam a ghost at all."
jAy, lad, but I tell 'ee theer was I
sqed un!" cried the old man eagerly,
"seed, un wl' these two eyes, many's the
tln You, Joel Amos you've 'eerd un
a-moanln' an' a-groanln' you believe as
I 'seed un, don't 'ee now come?"
i "Hel he!" chuckled Old Amos, "I don't
' know If I du. Gaffer ye see you'm get
tln' that old "
"But I did I did oh, you chaps, I
tell 'eo I did!"
'you'm gettln' old. Gaffer," repeated
Amos, dwelling upon the theme with
great unction, "very, very old "
"But so strong as a bull, I be!" added
tlfe Ancient, trying manfully to steady
tbe quaver in his voice.
"Hawl hawl" laughed Job and the
otherst while Old Amos chuckled shrilly
again,
'But I tell 'ee I did see un, I I see'd
uq plaln-as plain," quavered the Ancient
lir sudden distress. "Old Nick It were,
wl" 'orns, an" a tall."
"Why, Peter told us 't were only a
Scottish man wt' a bagpipe,' returned
Job.
I "Ay, for sure," nodded Old Amos, "so
r 'e did."
''A Un it be a lie, a lie!" cried the
Ancient, "'t were Old Nlok, I see un
plain as I see you."
"TYuy y " you'm gettln' dre'fful
old an 'elpless, Gaffer," chuckled Old
Amos again, "an your eyes plays tricks
wT you."
"Ah, to be sure they dol" added Job;
whereupon Old Amos chuckled so much
that he was taken by a violent fit Of
coughing.
"Ohl you chaps, you as I've seen grow
up from babbles aren't theer one o' ye
to tak' the old man's word an' believe
as I seen un?" The orapked old voice
sounded more broken than usual, and
I saw a tear crawling slowly down the
Ancient's furrowed cheek. Nobody an
swered, and there fell a silence broken
only by the shuffle and scrape of heavy
boots and the setting down of tankards.
"Why. ye see, Gaffer," said Job at
last, "theers been a lot o' talk o' this
ere ghost, an' some 'as even said as
they 6ered It, but come to think on it.
nobody never laid eye on It but you,
so"
"Tlier you are wrong, my fellow,"
said I, stepping into the room. "I also
have seen it"
"You?" exclaimed Job, while half-a-doien
pairs of eyes stared at me tn slow
wonderment.
"Certainly IOiaye."
"But you said as t were a Scotchman,
Wl' a bagpipe. I heerd ye we all did."
"And believed it-like fools I"
"Peterl" cried the Ancient, riling up
out of his chair, "Peter, do 'ee mean
tJtr
"To be sure I do,"
"Do 'ee mean It were a ghost, Peter,
do 'ee?"
"Why. of cburse it was." I nodded, "a1
ghost or tlje, .devil himself, hoof, horns,
tall an q alM say nothing of the fire
and brlmaione." i
'Tetery' sold the Ancient, utralghtonlnil
t hi bitvi pit back proudly, "oh. Peterl
I tell 'em I'm a man q' truth, an' no liar.
teir'em, Peter"
"They know that," Vid Ii "they know
jt wltatMv if ten-ink- tliem, Ancient,
me a if i we i,
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man, laying his hand upon my arm, "Peter
don't mind Old Nick no more'n I do
Peter aren't nfeard of Mm 'Cause why?
'Cause 'c ave a clean 'cart, ave Peter.
Tou don't mind Old Nick, do 'ec. ladr
"Not In the least." said. I, whereupon
those nearest Instinctively shrank farther
from me, while Old Amos rose and shuf
fled toward the door
"I've heerd o' folk scllln' thelrselvcs to
the devil afore nowl" said he.
Tou bo a danged fule, Joel Amonl"
exclaimed the Ancient angrily.
"Fule or no I never see a chap wP
such a tur'ble dark-lookln' face nfore, nn'
wl' such eyes so black, an' sharp, nn'
plercln' ns needles, they be ahl goes
through a man like two gimlets, they do 1"
Now, aa he spoke. Old Amos stretched out
one arm toward we with his first and
second fingers crossed, which fingers he
now opened wide apart, making what I
believe Is called "the horns," and nn In
fallible safeguard against this particular
form of evil.
"It's tho 'Evil Eye,' M said he In a half
whisper, "the 'Evil Eye'l" and, turning
about, betook himself away.
One by ono the others followed, and, aa
they passed me, each man averted his eyes
and I saw that each had his fingers
crossed.
So It came to pass that I was thencefor
ward regarded askance, It not openly
avoided, by the whole village, with the
exception of Simon and the Ancient, as
one In league with the devil and pos
sessed of the "Ell Eye."
CHAPTER XXVI.
W!
HAT wonder If, at tills time, my
earlier dreams and ambitions faded
from my kenl what wonder that Petro
nlus Arbiter and tho jolly Sleur de Bran
tome lay neglected In my dusty knap
sack. But let It not be thought my leisure
hours were passed In Idle dreaming nnd
luxurious ease; on tho contrary, I had,
with much ado, rethatched the broken
root of my cottage aa well as I might,
mended the chimney, fitted glass to tho
casements and aN new door upon Its
hinges. This last was somewhat clumsily
contrived, I grant ou, and of a vasty
strength quite unnecessary, yet a very
excellent door I considered it, neverthe
less, g
Having thus rendered my cottage
weather-proof, I next turned my atten
tion to furnishing It. To which end I In
turn, and with Infinite labor, constructed
a bedstead, two elbow-chairs and a ta
ble; all to the profound disgust of Don-
Fcter," she said.
aid, who could by no means abide the
rasp of my saw, so that, reaching tor his
pipes, he would fill the air with etdrich
shrieks and groans or drown me In a
torrent of martial melody.
It was about this time that is to say,
my second bedstead was nearing comple
tion, and I was seriously considering the
building of a press with cupboards to hold
my crockery; also a shelf for my books
when, chancing to return home some
what earlier than usual, I was surprised
to see Donald Bitting upon the bench I
had set up beside the door, polishing the
buckles of that Identical pair of square
toed shoes that had once so piqued ray
curiosity.
As I approached he rose and came to
meet me with the brogues in his hand.
"Man, Peter," said he, "I maun Julst
be gangln',"
"Going!" I repoated; "going where?"
"Back tae Glenure the year Is a'most
up, ye ken, an' I wadna' hae ma brlther
Allan afore me wl' the lassie forbey he's
an unco braw an1 sonBy man, ye ken, an'
a lassie's mind Is aye a kittle thing."
"True," I answered, "what little I know
of woman would lead me to suppose so;
and yet heaven knows! I shall be sorry
to lose you, Donald."
"Ay I ken that fine, an' ye'Il be unco
lonesome wi'out me an' the pipes, I'm
thlnkln'."
"Veryl"
"Eh, Peter, man! If it wasna' for the
lasele, I'd no hao the heart tae leave ye.
Ye'll no be forgettln' the 'Wullla Wallace
Lament'?"
"Never!" said I.
"Oh, man, Peterl it's in my mind ye'll
no hear sic plpln' again, forbye there's
nao man Hlelander nor Lowlander has
Julst the trick o' the 'warblers' like nj'e,
an' it's no vera like we shall e'er meet
again 1' this warld, man, Peter But I'll
aye think o' ye away thero in Glenure,
when I play the 'Wullle Wallace' bit tune
I'll aye think o' ye, Peter, man,"
After this we etood awhile, staring past
each other Into the deepening shadows.
"Peter," said he at last, ''it 'la no a
vera genteel present tae bs"makln' ye, I
doot," and he held UP the battered shoes,
"They're unco worn, an' wl' a clout
here an' there, ye'll notice, but the
buckles are gutd siller, an' I hae
naethlng else to gl'e ye. Ay, man I but
It's many a weary mile I've marched in
these at the head o' the Ninety-second,
an' It's, mony a stark fecht they've been
through Vittora, Salamanca, Talavera,
tae Quatre Bras an' Waterloo; tak' 'era,
Peter, tak' 'ero tae ralnd ye sometimes
o' Donal' Stuart, An' now gl'e u a
grup o' ye hand. Oude keep ye-, Peter,
man I" -
So saying, he thrust the, brogue upon:
jne, caught end squeezed my hand, and
turning sharp about, strode away through,
the shadow, his kilt awavlng, and tar
tans streaming gallantly.
And. presently, I wenarid sat me down
upon the Vench bfWe the door, wltlj the
war worn bof iion. my knee, (suddenly,
an I sat there, faint and fainter with dla
tance, and unutterably sad, came the
s'ow, g weet music p Donald's pipes play-,
tiW the "Wallare1 Lament." s)ofty the,
uxl'xly rose ahd fell, until It d!-l away
,Jn am i tmmm, m
vaUlisaV boU
I rfawf. U "
Iff, a'
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my hend, for I knew this was Donald's
last farewell.
CHAPTEIl XXVII.
Strike! dlngl ding!
Strike! dint! ding!
me iron gloi
Flowa.
Ann ioeth
rood blowa
.ia nr doth bellows.
Htriksl dlngl dlngl
OUT bejond the emlthy door a solitary
star twinkles low down In the night
sky, like some great Jewel; but we have
no time for stargaxlng, Black George
nnd I, for tonight we are at work on the
old church screen, which must be fin
ished tomorrow.
And so the bellows roar hoarsely, the
hnmmers clang, and the sparks fly. while
tho sooty face of Black George, now In
shadow, now Illumed by the firo, seems
like the face of eome Fire-god or Sala
mander. In the corner, perched securely
out of reach of stray sparks, sits the
Ancient, snuff-box In hand aa usual.
I stand, feet well apart, and swing the
great "sledge," to whose diapason
Georges hand-hammer beat a tinkling
melody, coming In after each stroke with
a ting and clash exact nnd true, aa Is.
and haa been, the way of masters of tho
smithing craft all the world over from
tlmo Immemorial.
"Ucorge." sold I. during a momentary
lull, leaning my hands upon the long
iiammcr-stiaft, "you don't sing."
"No, Peter."
"And why not?"
"I think, Peter."
"But surely you can both think and
sing, George?"
"Not always, Peter."
"What's the trouble, George?"
"No trouble, Peter," said he, abovo the
roar of the bellows.
"Then sing, George."
"Ay, Jarge, sing," nodded the Ancient;
'"t Is a poor 'cart as neer rejlces, an'
that's in the Scrlpters so sing, Jorge."
George did not answer, but, with a turn
of his mighty wrist, drew tho glowing
Iron from the fire. And once more the
sparks fly, tho nlr Is full of the clink of
hammers, nnd the deep-throated Bong of
the Anvil, In which even the Ancient
Joins, In a voice somewhat quavery, and
generally a note or two behind, but with'
great gusto and good will notwithstand
ing: "Strike! ding! dlngl
Strike! dlngl dlngl"
In the middle of which I was aware of
one entering to us, and, presently, turn
lng round, espied Prudence, with a great,
basket on her arm. Hereupon, hammers
were thrown aside and we straightened
our backs, for In that basket was our
j supper.
Very fair nnd sweet Prudenc looked,
iiiuo ana vigorous, ana straight as a
-joung poplar, with her shining black hair
culling Into little tight rings about her
ears, and with great, shy eyes, and red.
red mouth. Surely, a man might seek
Very far ero he found such another maid
as this brown-cheeked, black-eyed village
oeauiy.
"Good evening, Mr. Peterl" she said,
I diopplng me a courtesy with a grace that
cuum not nave uecn surpassed uy any
duchess In the land; but, as for poor
George, she did not even notice him.
neither did he raise his curly head nor
glance toward her.
xou came Just when you are most
needed, Prudence," said I, relieving her
of tho heavy basket, "for here Jhere bo
two hungry men '
VJhreel" .broke In the Ancient;, "so
unury as a lion, i dot
'.'Three fiungry men. Prudence;, who
have been' hearkening for jour step this
half hour or more." .
Quoth Prudence, shyly: "For the sako
of my basket?"
"Ay, for surel" croaked the Ancient;
"so ravenous as a tiger, I be!"
"No," said I, shaking my head, "basket
or no basket, you are equally welcome,
Prudence how say you, George?" But
George only mumbled in his beard. The
Ancient and I now set to work putting
up an extemporized table, but as for
George, he stood staring down, moodily.
Into the yet glowing embers of the forge.
Having put up tho table, I crossed to
where Prudenco was busy unpacking her
basket.
"Prudence," said I, "are you still at
odds with George?" Prudence nodded.
"But," said I, "ho Is such a splendid
fellow! His outburst tho other day was
quite natural, under the circumstances;
surely you can forgive him. Prudence."
"Thero be more nor that betwixt us,
Mr. Peter," sighed Prudence. " Tis his
drlnkln'; six months ago ho promised
me never to touch another drop an' he
broke his word wl' me." ,
"But surely good ale, In moderation,
will harm no man nay, on the con-
trarj "
"But Jarge benn't like other men, Mr.
Peter!"
' "No; he is much bigger and stronger!"
said I, "and I never saw a handsomer
fellow."
"Yes," nodded the girl, "so strong as
a giant, an' so wutk as a little child!"
"Indeed, Prudence," said I, leaning
nearer to her In my earnestness, "I think
you aro a little unjust to htm. So far nf,
I know him, Georgo Is an thing but
weak-minded, or liable to be led Into
nn thing "
Hearing the Ancient chuckle gleefully.
I glanced up to find him nodding and
winking to Black George, who stood with
folded arms and bent head, watching us
from beneath nls brows, and, as hi eyes
met mine, I thought they gleamed
strangely In the firelight
"Come, Prue," said the Ancient,
bustling forward, "table's ready let's sit
down an eat falntln' an' famlshln' away
I bel"
So we presently sat down, all three of
us, while Prudence carved and supplied
our wants, as only Prudence could,
And after a while, our hunger being
appeased, I took out my pipe, as did the
Ancient and George their likewise, and
together wo filled them, slowly and care
fully, as pipes should be filled, while
Prudence 'folded a long, paper spill
wherewith to light them, the which shu
proceeded to do, beginning at her grand
father churchwarden Now, while she
was lighting mine. Black George sud
denly rose, and, crossing to the forge,
took thence a glowing coat with the
tongs, thus doing the office tar himself
All at once I saw Prue' hand w
trembling, and the spill was dropped or
ever rny tobacco was well alight; then
she turned swiftly away, and began re
placing the plate and knives and fork
In hep basket. fc
"Be you'm a-goln', Prue?" Inquired the
Ancient mumbllngly, for'hl pipe was In
full blast
"Yes. gran'fer," '
"Then tell Blmon.as I'll be along in 'art
an hour or so, will 'ee, lass?"
"Yes, gran'fer!" Always with her back
to us,
"Then kiss ye old grandfeyther as
loves 'ee, an' mean for to see 'ee well
bestowed, an' wed, one o" these fine
days!" Prudence stooped and pressed
her fresh, red lips to his wrinkled old
cheek and, catching up her basket,
turned' t the door yet not- o quickly
but that I had caught the. gleam of tears
beneath her lashes. Black George half
rose from hla seat, and, stretched c,ut his
hand toward her burden, then eat down
again a. with a hasty "Oood-nlght," shef
va,nisneu ijirgtuin in? yawning aoorway
And f rtHj( TMf. we 'llrteiwa to her
nui'k. Ileht feoteUps cross the road to
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