EVENING LEDGER-PHILADELPHIA, TUESDAY, OCTOBER 12, 1915.
15
THE BDOAD HIGHWAY
A Talo of 19th Century England, Full of the Thrills of Adventure nnd Spirit of Romance
...riant. 1018. Little. Drown A Co.
..-.- viKat. an Kncllth scholar, de-
ftr
kndant Upon hl uncle, sir Ueorce Vlbart. .
I. bequeathed only 10 guineas tsiui 07 n
niia man. Maurie - uuc iumi, -ifnfloui
rrlio fighter nnd rake, a eoualn
if reter.le left 20.000 rundi U10O.0.1O).
i ft.1 will ?lo Provide, sspaooo for the .on.
rKj '""V.-- .V.Im.1 iha nrntnfitatlnna Of
if W old friend- "with Vhem he lived. Sir
Rft.YL.hani An.lruther, decide to go down
f"h "read Highway ot Kent ana live.
ITa rlan. to w hk anor in mom-j y"
.lS I tell, of hi. ecltlnr .aienture.
nlll he reaehea 8liilnhurt vlliaae, wnere
f until iy i.M., i. ,- tt, nmnlnv of
'"ma'" Oeome. Teter ire, to llvo In
.haunted" houee In a hollow The pr n-
i elMl feature In the flr.t book I. that Peter
v"'..! .. ni.i.kn for tila eoualn
VaurVe. Tho only difference between the
?vo I th.t Peter I. dean .haven and
Itiurire ha. a beard. . .
Peter, at the beinnlnr of Book H. la
aJddenfy awakened by a man", voice caU.
, roem. he nnd. a atranr. woman about to
l)ini at a man entering hi. home. It la his
uritaMN ini ' iinininir lruiu ana .mm-
, twin laurlre. whom he beat. :mo in-
Til arnnlblllty after a fierce struMle. A poa-
JftJn help. Peter remote tho proatrate
it
"niack" Oeorite, whom Jealmny of Peter
tiae been growing atradllv, auddenly leave.
h. .hop. Prudence, who love. George.
rcntei to Tell,- for advice, and the two
deride to Induca him to return, George,
iowever. I. Vomlnced that rnidence and
.,( Npfl In loe.
r. A few nlnhta later reter meet, a broom
.vender, who tella him IMt "mack" Oeorre
, u lowed to nM :- c-vr- wnn -
-, .,. lm until MIR TT
,I0Cn nil pwr-u.rm,n vo ....... -..-
Iha other la dead.
..One morning, while 1"eter l at work, the
roatlllon who helped him remove Maurice a
UAr looka In. The poetl'lon trlea. alnly.
t hrlhn Peter Into telling him where
That night Teler meet. "Illack" George,
and. after a terrlnu fight, laetlng until
tKth men are neatly exhausted, the latter
winairea to laml a tremendona bit on
rtltrm Iioho rcicr inn. aa u ueau. "-
he retain, conrclouane.a he la In Ch.r
tnlati'. arm. ....
When Peter retiuna to work the Ancient
F,pMK 10 llini oi man WM-. ra :jn "J""
iMnaelf to be r rrh lntrrwte.1 In tint subject,
itha. hl men mention. Prudence- name.
BOOK It.
it CHAPTKIl XXr-(Contlnncl).
ffVUt Ul... l' pain i iiK.ttii.
r "Shc'm n 'iimlsome lass, nn' so
piclty as a i:clcr-on snld po ourBolf,
n' vtlinl'" wore, slie'in n BcnBlblo li'isa,
n'll make c ub (Inc a vlfe ns ever s
If intl -"
"If only alio Incd me, Ancient."
"To be FUic. Peter."
"Hut, ou Fee, kIic ilocsii't."
Kh-w!mt? hat. Pcter7"
'Prudence doesn't love me!"
"Doesn't "
"Not by nny means."
"Peler je're Jokln'."
"No. Ancient."
' t.n.. T t.n nil Innb oliartf mnvrtrl T
be-not lovo e, an' me wl my "cart set
on It-are ye sure?"
"Certain."
y U ,? - a.,.,.,. .
'She told mc so."
"But why why shouldn't she love
.
I '"Wliy sliouia nhc?"
"But I I'd set my 'cnit on It, Peter."
"It la cry unfortunate!" said I, and
Ssbegan blowing up the Are.
"Peter."
'Yes, Ancient?"
"Do 'ee love she?"
"Nc. Ancient." The old man rose, and.
hobbling forward, tapped me upon the
breast with tho handle of his stick.
Then who was you a-talkln' of a while
back 'bout 'er eyes, an' 'er 'air, an' 'er
drejs, an' bcln' afraid o' them?"
"To be exact, I don't know. Ancient."
5. "Oh, Peter!" exclaimed tho old man,
snaking his head, "l wonders at ye; nrter
rse a-thlnkln' an a-thlnkln , on a-plan-
jiln an' a-plannln all these months arter
me a sendln Dlack Jarge about ia busi
ness "
'Ancient, what do you mean?"
Ftt "wny, uidn-t I out nn 'ten un as you
wag sweet on 1'rue
r "Did you tell him that " I cried.
P'Ay, 10 bo sure I did: an' what's more.
I says to un often an' often, when you
wasn't by; 'Jarge,' I'd tny, 'Prue'a a
lovely mala, an' reter's a line young
chap, an' thcy'm bcglnnln' to find each
other out. they be all'us a-talkln' to each
other an' a-lookln' at each other, morn,
ln", noon an' night! I says; 'like as not
we'll 'ave 'em marryln' each other afore
very long" an Jarge ud just wrinkle up
Ms brows, an" walk away, an" never say
'a word. But now It be 'tur"ble 'ard to
be dlenpp'lnted like U1K Peter nrter I'd
t my eart on It an' mo such a old
man such a, very ncient man. Oh,
Peter! you be full o' dlsapp'intments, an'
. nil ,nna. a nnntau. . . am . enmatlmaa T
.'most wishes ns I'd never took the
troublo to find ye at all!"
And with this Parthian shot, tho old
niao sighed, and turned his buck upon
', ana loueieu out or. tne lorge.
CHAPTER XXII.
HAVING finished my bars, with four
strong brackets to hold them, I put
n away my tools and donned hat and coat.
It was yet early, and there was, besides,
much work waiting to be done, but I
Ifelt unwontedly tired and out of sorts,
"wherefore, with feiy bars and brackets be-
laeath. my arm, Ilset out for the Hollow.
And lireaentlv. llffinr- mv pvm to the
fky, already deepening to evening, and
rm.mbcrng how I had looked round me
J i faced Black George, I breathed a
leh of thankfulness that I wds yet alive
ylth. strength to walk within a world so
Beautiful.
Now. aa I atnnil tlAia T lipnrtl n vntrn
balling me, and, glancing about, espied
Ktuie, fomo distance up the road, who sat
beneath the hedge whom, upon'approach-
' lnir. I leenirnfCAfl na nnhhini- ninW IhA
uPedler,
40 nodded nnd -rlnnft a r eflirtA lln.
((but In both there was a vague unpleas
jyuit,ncsi, as 0i50 j th0 Vnanner n Whlch
b f vycd me ",owlr UP "nd down,
r 'Jou've stood a-loskln' up Into the sky
i r a good ten minutes!" said he.
"Ana what If I have?"
nju tiuiuiu , euia xne reaier, 'noimn ai
!kll though If the moon 'ad been up, a
isove might ha' thought aa you was
t i m n ' 80n,o Kve or other; love-
5 leaatways, ao they tell me. Any one as
Ij i l l,le mo" when 'e might be
foOltl' tumm'at if,lt." la - fnnl iril
La fool as any man aa stares at a Kve,
ir a, ave never brought any man nothln"
luj trouble and sorrer, and never will,
f5w Pon't frown, young cove, nor
LS-ke your 'ead, for Ifa true; wot'a
futed more aorer an blood than them
veT BloodT-ah! rivers of It! Oceans
01 PnJ Mn.J'. L ,1, -,, -1 .
tyomen, from the Eve aa tricked old
tQtm to the Evn aa trlcka the Ilka o'
I" or aay-yourself," Here he regarded
with bo evil a leer that I turned my
iiMt In. dligust.
'vii i bo, young cove: i ain-t aone
and I irnt anmm'Rt r tell i"
"Then tell Itt" said I, stopping again,
'Ht. oy the feljow's manner, "and tell
i Quickly."
"I'm a-comln" to It aa faat aa I can.
nt IT Very well then! You'ra a fine.
PJHjtandln' young cove and may 'ave
r.ye nl (which I don't see myself,
2 no mutter) and may likewise be
wck-full o taking ways (which, though
hotlcln'. I won't irn for in diinvl-but
KVO'S a live, and nlwava will bo you'll
rS!?'' a" warned you again' 'em last
.... ea yoT very well tueni"
P Z I '! W-, .... ...
lnltla malevolently. "I eay It again
Farus you agln, Ifou're a nice, civil
Jfoite young cove, and uuiet (tliouvh 4
"nt Ilka the cock o' your eyei, and,
'5. I don't, hear you wo lll-wUl--
By JEPFERY FARN0L
though you did turn mo from your door
on a cold, dark night"
"it wna neither a cold nor a dark
nlsht!" said I.
"Well, It mlijhl ha' been, might n't
lt?-very well, then! 8 till, I don't." said
the Pedler, spitting dejectedly Into tho
ditch, "I don't bear you no 'nrd Teelln's
for It, no'ow me always mnkln' It a pint
to forgive them an woefully oppresses
me, likewise them ns dcspltofully use tne
It might ha been cold, and dark, wl'
Ice and snow, and I might ha' froxe to
death but we won't say no moro about
It."
"You've snld pretty well, I think," sold
I; "supposing you tell me what you have
to tell me otherw Ise good nlsht!"
"Very well then!" said the I'cdlcr, "let's
talk o numni'nt else; still llvln" In tho
Oiler, I suppose?"
"Yes."
"Ah, well! I omo throimli theio to
day," said he, grinning, and again his
eyes grew malevolent.
'Indeed 7"
"Ah! Indeed! 1 como thinugh this 'ere
very nrtcrnoon, and uncommon pretty
everythln' una lookln', wl" tho grnsa so
green, and the trees so-so"
"HhHdy."
"Shadj's tho word!" nodded the Tedler,
glnucliig up nt me through hit) narrowed
e.elldK, and chuckling. "A paradise you
might call It- nhl a pnrndlsc or a garden
of Kdcn, wl' Hvo nnd the serpent nnd
all!" nnd he broke out into n cackling
laugh. And, In the look nnd tho laugh,
Indeed about his whole figure, thero wns
something so repellent, so evil, that I wns
minded to kick and trnmplo lilm down
Into the ditch, yet Ihc leering triumph In
his ets held me.
"Yes?" snld I.
"Yo see, belli' bj, I 'appened to paas
tho cottugc-and very pietly that looked
too, and nice and ncnt Inside!"
"Yes?" snld I.
"And, beln' so near, 1 'nppened to glance
in at the winder, and thcie, sure enough,
I see 'er as 'you might say, He In the
gnrdln. And n flno lUure of a Kvo sho
be, mid 'aiuMomc wl' It 't nln't often
as yffu see a maid the likes o' 'er, so
proud and 'nughty like. '
"Well?"
"Well, Just hs I 'appened to look in at
the winder, she 'appened to be standln'
wl' nn open book In 'er 'and a old,
leather hook wl' a broken cover."
"Yea?" said I.
"And she was a-laughln' and n pretty,
soft, live's laugh It were, loo."
"Yes?" said I.
"And 'e were a-lookln' at the book
over 'er shoulder!" The Irons slipped
from my grasp, and fell with harsh
clang.
"Ketches c. does It?" said the Pedler.
I did not speak, but, meeting my ee,
he scrambled hastily to his feet, nnd,
catching up his pack, retreated some little
way down the road.
','Kctchcs je, docs It. my cove?" he
repeated; "turn me nway from your door
on a cold, dark night, would ye (not as
I bears you any Ill-will for It, beln' of
a forgivln' tiatur')? Dut I says to you, I
says look out! a fine 'andsomc lass sho
be, wl' 'er soft eyes nnd red lips, and
long, 'white arms the eyes nnd lips and
nrms of n Cve; and i:ve tricked Adam,
didn't she? and you nln't n better man
nor anm. are yo7 very well then! say
whlch. he spat once more Into the ditch,
and, shouldering his pack, strode away.
aim atter some while, I took up my Iron
bars, nnd trudged on towards the cottage.
As I went, I repeated to mjsclf, over and
over ngaln, the word "War.' Yet my
step was very slow and heavy, and my
feet dragged In tho dust; and somewhere
In my head a small hammer had begun
to beat, soft and slow and regular, but
beating, beating upon hiy brain.
Now the upper cover of my Virgil book
was broken!
CHAPTER XXIII
A:
MAN was standing in the shadow of
a tree, looking down Into the Hollow-
I could not see him very distinctly be
cause, though evening had scarcely fallen,
the shadows, where he stood, were very
dense, but he was gazing down Info the
Hollow In the attitude of one who waits.
For what? for whom?
A sudden fit of shivering shook me from
head to foot, and, while I yet shivered,
I grew burning hot; the blood throbbed
at my temples, tho small hammer was
drumming much faster now, nnd the cool
night air seemed to be stifling me.
Very cautiously I began creeping nearer
the passive figure, while the hammer beat
so loud that It seemed he .must hear It
where he stood; a shortish, broad-shouldered
figure clad in a blue coat. He held
his hat In his hand, and he leaned care
lessly against the tree, and his easy as
surance ot air maddened mo the more.
As he stood thus, looking always down
into the Hollow, his neck gleamed at me
above the collar of his coat, wherefore
I stooped and, laying my Irons in tho
grass, crept on, once more, and, as I
went, I kept my eyes upon his neck.
A stick snapped sharp and loud be
neath my tread, the lounging back stif
fened and grew rigid, the face showed
for an Instant over tho shoulder, and,
with a spring, ho had vanished Into the
bushes.
It was a vain hope to find a man In
such a dense tangle of boughs nnd under
brush, yet I ran forward, nevertheless;
but, though I sought eagerly upon all
sides, he had made good his escape. Bo,
after awhile, I retraced my steps to
whero I had left my Irons and brackets,
and taking them up, turned aside to
that precipitous path which, as I have
already said, leads down Into the Hol
low, Now, as I went, listening to tho throb
of the hammer In my head, whom should
I meet but Charmlan coming gaily
through Iho green and singing as she
camp. At sight of me she stopped, and
the song died upon her lip.
"Why why, Peter you look pale-
dreadfully pale"
"Thank you, I am very well!" said I.
"You have not been fighting again?"
"Why should I have been fighting,
Charmlan?"
"Your eyes are wild and fierce, Peter,"
"Were you coming to to meet me,
Charmlan?"
"Yes, Peter." Now, watching beneath
my brows, (t almost seemed that her
color had changed, and that her eyes of
set purpose avoided mine. Could It be
that she was equivocating?
"IJut I am much before my usual time,
tonight, Charmlan."
"Then there will be no waiting for sup
per, and I am ravonous, Peter!"
And a she led the way along the path
he began to sing again.
Being cbme to the cottage, I set down
my bar and brackets with a clang,
"These," said I, In answer to her look,
"are the bars I promised to make for
the door."
"Do you always keep your promises,
PeterT"
"I hope o."
"Then," said she, coming to look at
the great bars with a fork In her hand,
ti.r aha was in the middle of dishing up,
"then, If you promise me always to come
home by the road and neyer through the
copplce-you will do so, won't youT"
"Why should IT" I Inquired, turning
sharply to look at her.
'ilecauae the eppploe Is so dark and
lonely, and H-I I I should tak
It Into my head to come and meet you
sometimes, there would bo no chance ot
my missing you," And so she looked at
ma and smiled, and, going back to her
coykkitf, fell onoe more n-alnginr, th
vhlle I u nnd watched her bonenlh my
brows.
..v.,, aiirciy no woman whose heait
wns full of deceit could sing so blithely
and happily. or Jook Bl ono wUh Bch
aweet oandor In her oyos7
" jet tne supper wan n verv chnst
of a meal, for when I remembered the!
man who had watched and waited, tho
very food grew nauseous nnd seemed to
choke me. s,e'a a Kvc-a live!" rang
a voice In my er; "Kvo tricked Adam,
didn't she, and )ou nln't a better man j
nor Adam; Bhe'a a Kve a Kvo!"
"Peter, you eat nothing."
ics, indeed'" sold I, staring unsee
Ingly down nt my plate, and striving to
close my ears against tho fiendish -olce.
"And jou arc very pale!"
I ahi tigged my shoulders.
"Peter-look at me."
1 looked up obediently.
IW", you nre frlchlfllllv nale nt von
' afralti-ls It your hend; I'eter-whst Is
117 and. with n nudden, half-shy gesture,
she stretched her hand to mo across tho
table. And as I looked from tho mute
Pity of her eyes tn tho mute pity of
thnt would-be comforting hand, 1 had a
Kreai impulse to clasp It close In mine,
to speak, nnd tell her all my base nnd
unworthy suspicions, and. once more.
iu cmrcai ner punlon nnd forgiveness.
I no words were nnnn mv n,. i.m t
checked them, madman that 1 was. and
siiook my hend.
u is nothing." I nnawcred. "unlcM It
be thnt I have not yet recovered from
Black Csennrp'M Ant: n i ..nti.inrrt, i
And so the meal dlew to nn end. nnd. I
though feeling my thoughts base. 1 sat
wiui my nead on my band and my eyes
upon tho cloth, ct I knew she wntrhed ,
me. nnd more than onee 1 henrd her
bikii. , mtni who acts mi Impulse may
sometimes bo Inuclie,! nt for Ills mis
takes, but he will frequently attain to
iiigncr tilings mill be much better loved
y ms iciiouh than the colder, moro cal-
i:tiUMUK iUXieiail WHO rnrell m.lkea n
blunder, and Simon Peter was a man ot
impulse.
Huppcr being over and done. Chnrminn
must needs tnke my coat, dcqilto my
proicsis, alio rail to work upon its thread
bare Minbblness, mending a great rent
in the slctve. And, watching her through
the sinoko of my nine, notlnir the hlcrli
mold of her features, the proud poise of
her hend, the slender elegance of her
mums, i was struck sharply by her con
trast to the rough, bare wnlls that were
my homo nnd the toil-worn, unlovely
garment beneath her lingers. As I looked
sho seemed to be suddenly removed from
me inr aoovc and beyond my reach.
"That Is the fourth time, Peter."
"What, Chnrmlan?"
lhat Is the fourth time you have
sighed since you lighted, your pipe and
It Is out, nnd you never noticed It!"
"Yes," said I, nnd laid the pipe upon
the tublo and sighed again before I could
stop myself. Charmlan raised her head
nnd looked nt me with n laugh In her
eyes.
"Oh, most philosophical, dreamy black
smith! where bo your thoughts?"
"I was thinking how old nnd worn and
disreputable my coat looked."
"Indeed, sir," said Charmlan, holding
It up and regarding It with a little frown,
"forsooth It Is ancient and hath seen bet
ter days."
"I.Ike Its wearer!" said I,and sighed
ngaln.
"Hark to this ancient man!" she
laughed, "this hoary-headed blacksmith
of ours, .who sighs, and forever slchs:
If It could possibly be that he had met
any one sufficiently worthy I should
think that ho hnd fallen philosophically
In love; how think you, Sir Knight of
the ltueful Countenance?"
-i rememoer," said I. "that, among
other things, you once called me 'Supe
rior Mr. Smith.' " Chnrmlan laughed
and nodded her head at me.
"You had been describing to me sorm
quite Impossible, Idealistic creature, alone,
worthy or your regard, sir.
"Do you still think me 'superior,' Chnr
mlan?" "Do jou still dream of'j'our Impalpa
ble, bloodlesslj--pcrfcct Ideals, sir?"
"No." I answered; "no, I think I have
dono with dreaming."
"And I have done with this, thy coat,
for behold!. It is finished." and. rising,
sho folded It over the buck of my chair.
Now. ns she Etood thus behind me, her
hand fell and for a moment rested lightly
upon my shoulder.
"Peter."
"Yes, Charmlan."
"I wish, yes, I do wish that jou were
either much younger or very much older."
"Why?"
"Because you wouldn't be quite so so
cryptic such a very abstruse problem.
Sometimes I think I understand you bet
ter than J'ou do j-oursolf. nnd sometimes
I nm utterly lost; now, If you wero
younger I could read you easily for my
self, nnd. If j-ou were older, you would
read yourself for me." .
"I was never very j-oung!" said I.
"No. you wero alwaj-s too repressed.
Peter."
"Yes. perhaps I was."
"Repression Is good up to a certain
point, but bej'ond that it is dangerous."
said she. with a portentous shake of tho
head. "Helgho! wns It a week or a yenr
ago that you avowed joursclf happy nnd
couldn t tell whj'T
"I was the gieater fool!" said I.
"For not knowing wh-, Peter?"
"For thinking myseu nappy:" ,
"Peter, What Is happiness?"
"An Idea," said I, "possessed generally
of fools!"
"And what Is misery?"
"Misery Is also an Idea,"
"Possessed only by the wise, Peter;
Burely he Is wiser who chooses hap
piness?" "Neither happiness nor misery comes
from choice."
"But If one seeks happiness, Poter?"
"One will assuredly find misery!" raid
I. and, sighing, rose, nnd taking my
hammer from Its place above my book
shelf, set to work upon my bracelets,
driving them deep Into tho heavy frame
work of tho door. All at once I stopped.
with my hammer poised, and, for no
reason In the world, looked bnok at
Charmlan, over my shoulder; looked to
find her watching me with eyes that
were (If it could well be) puzzled, wist
ful, shy, and glad at once and the same
time; eyes that veiled themselves swift
ly before my look, yet that shot one last
glance, between their lashes, in which
were only Joy and laughter.
"Yes?" said I, answering the look. But
ahe' only stooped her head and went on
sewing; yet the color waa bright in her
cheeks.
And, having driven in the four brace
lets, or staples, and closed the door, I
took up the bars and showed her how
thev wero to lie crosswise across the
door, resting tn the brackets.
"We shall be safe now, Peter," said
she; "those bars would resist on eie
nhanr." "i think they would." I nodded: "but
there la yet something more." Going to
my shelf of books I took thence the
silver-mounted pistol she had brought
with her, and balanced It In my hand
"Tomorrow I will ibko mis to v;ran-
hmnk. and buy bullets to fit It"
"Why, there are bullet there In one Of
the old shoes, Peter."
"They are too large: this Is an un
usually small calibre, and yet It would
be deadly enough at cloae range. I will
load It for you. Charmlan, and give It
Into your keeping, In case you should
eme-arrow afraid again, when I am not
by this Is a lonely place for a woman
-at all times.-
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