EVENING- LEDaEB-PHIL'ADELPHVA:, MONDAY, O'OTOBEB 18, 1915:
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THE BDOAD HIGHWy
A Talo ofiutn century England, Full of the Thrills of Adventure and Spirit of Romanco
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CHAPTER XXXIII
-l.jii In imllhv. IaIa fhmtfrli
IBIPP'D"V" ' "
PAth hur ' lnA aorKa mA It
IpfUl tO have me nro soins uy every
oriiInr)i no ruu,m "' " "' -""
IE .nd. coming Into the place, I found
""empty Then I remembered that to-
ij(y Oforge was to anve over u ion
Ciiml with Prudence and the Ancient
Invest in cerium ii '
... - . mnnth'a limn thev were to
IWi Ior "
iJ" married.
ttrtUpOn l mUBl I1CCUO tUlllIU.1
E . u .., ...A wtlti tnv .vAa,,
gcorje napw wv " -.-.,
& and fall bitterly to cursing myself;.
7; titling on i ..v-...v wv. ...
Wo comer, l covereu 111 ivo, mm 111
,ouht were r "
:,.. n.rntlv. as I eat thus, I became
Sm.ctoui of a very delicate perfume In
S. ir end also that some one had en-
I quietly My breath caught in my
Tho.1 but I d'cl not at once look up.
Wing to dlpel tho hope that tingled
.K- -,. so I remained with my face
Sn covered until something touched me.
El 1 law that It was the gold-mounted
Ladle of a whip, whereroro 1 raisca my
"t; ...j.niv and danced UD.
-.... t h.hld a radiant vision In pol-
r.A riding boots and speckless mole
Jta. In handsome flowered waistcoat
fSa perfect-nttlng coat, with snowy
mm in,u?1 ""-";..,:.... h..,i;
Wnt flfUre, 01 a Brave, ui. too, .........,
- stood, a picture of cool, gentlemanly
K; tapping his boot lightly with
STwhiD. But as his eye met mine the
il-mlng whip grew suddenly still; his
wald expression vanished, ho came a
JWSu' . - .....1 Vi.nt hta fa.
Saalek Step nearer uuu .;.... "
IS.rr my on-a lark face, handsome
riTiii way, pale and aquiline, with a
.,'a ..... .., ami rtnmlnntintr eves and
SiBth-a face (nay. a mask rather) that
walled and smiled, but never showed the
Btn Dtneav.11.
sri. tanrlnir ud at his brow, I saw
frjre a small, newly healed scar.
"H It possible?" said he. speaking In
it ioftly modulated voice I remembered
la have lieara uu ' - --
IL,tbl that I address my worthy
JmT n? That shlrtl that utterly impos
?.U.,U' 7 ' . h.lnhar! And vet-the
uvt.. rrtnt And
f.- t remarkable.
Have I th
Km -to address Peter Vlbart-late of
0forfll"
'The same, sir," 1 answercu, iioiub.
t . a . '
When most worthy cousin, i saiuie 1
fiEi.'' and he removed his hat, bowing
5u an Ironic grace. "Believe me. 1
hive frequently ac "" ;-
'md. of all the virtues whoso dutiful re
eect our revered undo rewarded with
L proverbial shilling. Egadl" he went
m. examining me through his glass with
Vxttst show of Interest, "had you been
... V.nn (Vint RATTIn vlrtUOUS
Hi oilier ui'i ... -
iHrartn Peter, whose graces and perfec-
ttoej were forever being thrown at my
tad I could navo ByiiDiuiin'cu ....
-tm. Dosltlvcly-lf only on aecodnt of
ftbtt most obnoxious coat and belcher,
.., it,, orimo and sootlness of things In
meral. Poof!" he exclaimed, pressing
Mi perfumed handkerchief to his nos
Wis "faugh! how damnably sulphur-Md-brlmstony
you do keep yourself.
eoMln-oh, gad!"
"Tou would certainly And It much
Attxtx outside." saw 1. Beginning 10-
Wow up the flro.
r-i'Biii then. Cousin Peter, outside one
,.( tiM-nmn a tareet for the yokel ee.
a I detest being stared at by the un-
leacated. who, naturany, wes nviirei;iu.
MM. On the whole. I prefer the smoke.
tktiirh it chokes one most Infernally.
Where may one venture to sit hero?" I
P . . 1 ..- -...I 1... , l.a ehnnlf tils
lenaerea mm me biuu., uut .. "'"" -ketd,
and, crossing to the anvil, flicked
lC daintily with his handkerchief and
Mi down, dangling his leg.
""iSon mv soul!" said he. eyeing me
fcnguld.y through his glass again, "'pon
ni oull you are damnably like me, you
).w. In features'."
"Damnauiyi" 1 noaaea.
w. rnnrfA at me sharoly and laughed.
$i"3l? man, a creature of the name of
Wfks," saw he, swinging nio spurreo.
beet to -and fro, "led me to suppose that
I ihould meet a person here a black-
Bttb. fellow '
E'Tour man ParkH Informed you cor-
tectly," 1 noddea, "wnat can 1 ao ior
rou!"
ffVIhs devlll" exclaimed Sir Maurice,
tunning his head, "nut no you are, as 1
father, somewhat eccentric, but even you
wbuld never take such a desperate step
u to-to "
E" become a blacksmith fellow?" I
Win.
"Precisely!"
KAI. Sir Maurice, I blush to say that
IMher than become an unprincipled aa-
wnturtr llvjng on my wits, or a mean
MMrlted hanger-on fawning upon ac
Wlntances for a livelihood, or doing
WthJng rather than soil my hands with
tMt toil, I became a blacksmith fel
Ww ome four or flvo months ago."
Keally it Is moat distressing to ob-
MC to what depths virtue may drag
4 tnuil you are a very monster of
IftWty and rectltudel" exclaimed Sir
JMrlc: "Indeed I am astonished! You
Mted not only shocking bad judg-
out a most deplorable lack or
t (virtue is damnably Selfish as a
really. It Is quite disconcerting to
ooe self first cousin to a black-
Miowi" 1 Artrtfrf.
'"Fellow!" nodded Sir Maurice. "Oh the
in to think of my worthy cousin re-
10 the necessity of laboring with
mer and saw
"X0t a Saw." T nut In
X will say chisel then-a Vlbart with
''and chisel deuce take mel Most
lngl and, you will pardon my say-
o, you do not seem to thrive on
era and chisels: no one could say
ooked blooming or even flourishing
the young bay tree (which Is. I
T. an Eastern Avntttalnn.
fir." nM T ... T lj .... .,-
L.VB.a wofk to do?"
auced Interesting place though,
ne smuea, staring round Imper-
Wy throueh hln irlaaB- an r lev.
tlimy anil amnllv aA frrltlvinltM
nber of horseshoes, too. D'ye know,
fejj!".1 of ho,e there are In a horseshoe
ETVv8 B"d learn!" Here ho paused
oai a pinch of snuff, very daintily.
Jeweled box. "It Is a strange
' he Pursued, as h rlnatnit hla An.
0" h' handkerchief, "a very strange
LlBat. belnsr Mililni u hRV lmv,r
Mil nOW eanAlnllv am T havn YimarA
yymuch about yoli."
WJ' Id I, "pray, how should you
-yyv one so very insignificant as
t I hftVA hJI11 rf rnA Pmsiln T7t
Jl was an Imp of a. boyl" he smiled
" eier was my chart whereby to
through the shoals of boyish mis-
.""" th haven of our Uncle
1 gOOd BT&eaa. nh T havo hrarri
L'5uf.n ' you cousin, from dear,
-"-meaning relatives and friends
" ml Tllv fanv unn. hmI.u In
J. morning, noon ad night. And
! ply lnt j might come to sur
J" In virtue, learning, wit and ap-
rjanq so win our Uncle Qeorge's
, Incidentally, Ms legacy. But
' S VOUnr damnn fnmnlnv wllli Va
In the stable, while von were
f angel in nankeens, passing stu-
OUr ' Will, vomk hnl,. 1Vk r
capegrace at Harrow you were
VFCIsklen oplutorts at.KKofl; whn
rVS. t 'honors' man at Oxford I
fv at CambrSoge. Natural.
berhana T ,.. ImI. ni Via
' Filter (and, Indeed. It smacks
'"ly (If flah. Ann't unll IlilnVtl-vn.i
i " cT"e w t every turn.
"tn I. ' v wr olB" ' eisr 1 was iieir
toiJJi ycar, put wousih i'ewr
-y.u Vi uiiirie ue?rgo, ana untie
s m jona of good cousin "str
By JEFFERY FARNOL
that Maurice might go hang for a, grace
less dog and be damned to html"
"You have my deepest sympathy and
apologies!" said I.
"Still, I havo sometimes been curious
to meet worthy Cousin Peter, and It Is
rather surprising that I have never done
so."
"On the contrary-" I began, but his
laugh stopped me.
"Ah, to bo surel" he nodded, "our ways
nave lain widely separata hltherto-you,
A. scholar, treading tho difficult path of
learning; t-oh. egadl a terrible fellow!
a mauvals sujetl a sad, sad dogl Dut
after all, cqusln, when one comes to
..... you oday, you might stand for a
terrible example of Virtue run riot a dis
tressing spectacle of dutiful respect and
good precedent cut off with a shilling.
Really, It Is horrifying 'to observe to
what depths Virtue may plunge an other
wise well-balanced individual. Little
dreamed those denr, kind, well-meaning
relatives and friends damn 'emt that
while the wilful Maurice lived on. con
tinually getting Into hot water and out
again, up to his eyes In debt, and pretty
well esteemed, the virtuous pattern Peter
would descend to a hammer and Saw I
should say, chlsel-ln a very grimy place
where he is. It seems, the presiding
genius. Indeed, this first meeting of ourst
under these clrcum tances. Is somewhat
dramatic, as it should be."
("And yet, we have met before," said I,
"and the circumstances were then even
moro dramatic, perhaps we met In a
tempest, sir."
"Hal" he exclaimed, dwetllng on the
word, and speaking very slowly, "a
tempest, cousin?"
"There was much wind and rain, and
It was very dark."
"Dark, cousin?"
"But I saw your faco very plainly as
ou lay on your back, sir, by the aid
of a postilion's lanthorn, and was greatly
struck by our mutual resemblance." Sir
Maurice raised his glass and looked at
me, and, tie he looked, smiled, but he
could not htdo the sudden, passionato
quiver of his thin nostrils, or the gleam
of the eyes beneath their languid lids.
He rose slowly and paced the door: when
he came back again, he was lauehlnc
softly, but still he could not hide the
quiver 01 nis nosirus. or mo gleam ot
. a ... ...
the eyes beneath their languid lids.
"80 It was you?" he murmured, with
a pauso between the words. "Oh, was
ever anything so damnably contrary! To
think that I should hunt her Into your
very arms! To think that of all men in
the world It should b you to play the
quire of dames!" And ho laughed again,
but, as he did so, the stout riding-whip
snapped in his hands Ukd a straw. He
glanced down at the broken pieces, and
from them to me. "You Bee, I am rather
strong In the hands, cousin," he said,
shaking his head, "but I was not quite
strong enough, last time we met, though,
to bo sure, as you say. It was very dark.
Had I known It was worthy Cousin
Peter's throat I grasped. I think I might
have squeezed It Just a little tighter."
"Sir," said I, shaking my head, "I
really don't think you could have done
It,"
"Yes," he sighed, tossing his broken
whip Into a corner. "Yes, I think so
you see, I mistook you for merely an
Interfering country bumpkin"
"Yea," I nodded, "while I, on the other
hand, took you for a fine gentleman
nobly Intent on the ruin of an unfortu
nate, friendless girl, whose poverty would
seem to make her an easy victim"
"In which it appears ou were as much
mistaken as I, Cousin Peter," Here he
glanced at me with a sudden keenness.
"Indeed?"
"Why, surely," said he, "surely you
must know" He paused to flick a
speck of eoot from his knee, and then
continued: "Did she tell you nothing of
herself?"
"Very little bcsldo her name."
"Ah! she told you her name, then?"
"Yes, she told me her name."
"Well, cousin?"
"Well sir?" We has both risen, and
now fronted each other across the anvil.
Sir Maurice debonair and smiling, while
I stood frowning and gloomy. m
"Come," said I at last, "let us under
stand each other once for all. You tell
me that you have always looked upon
mo as your rival for our uncle's good
graces I never was. You have deceived
yourself Into believing that because I
was his ward that alone augmented my
chances of becoming the heir; it never
did. He saw me as seldom as possible,
and. If he ever troubled his head about
either of us, It would seem that ho fa
vored ou. I tell you I never was your
rival In the past, and never shall be In
the future."
"Meaning, cousin?"
"Meaning, sir. In regard to either the
legacy or the Lady Sophia Befton. I
was never fond enough of money to
marry for It. I havo never seen this
lady, nor do I propose to, thus, so far
as I am concerned, you are free to win
her and the fortune as soon as you will;
I, as you see, prefer horseshoes."
"And what," said Sir Maurice, flicking
a speck of soot from his cure, and im
mediately looking at me again, "what ot
Charmlan?",
"I don't know," I answered, "nor should
I be likely to tell you, if I did; wherever
she may be she Is safe, I trust, and be
yond your reach"
"No," he broke In, "she will never be
beyond my reach until she Is dead or
I am perhaps not even then, and I shall
And her again, sooner or later, depend
upon It yes, you may depend upon that!"
"Cousin Maurice," said I, reaching out
my hand to him, "wherever she may be,
she is alone and unprotected pursue her
no farther. Go back to London, marry
your Lady Sefton, Inherit your fortune,
but leave Charmlon Brown In peace."
"And, pray," said Ju, frowning sud
denly, "whence this solicitude on her be
half? What Is she to you-that Char
mlan Brown?"
"Nothing," I answered hurriedly,
"nothing at all, God knows nor ever can
be " Sir Maurice leaned suddenly for
ward, and, catchlnrf me by the shoulder,
peered Into my face.
"By Heaven!" he exclaimed, "the fel
lowactually loves her!"
"Welt?" said I, meeting his look, "why
not? Yes, I love her." A fury of rage
seemed suddenly to possess him, the lan
guid, smjltng gentleman became a devil
with vicious eyes and evil, snarling
mouth, whoso Angers eank Into my flesh
as he swung me back and forth In a
powerful grip. ,
"You love herT youT your he panted.
"Yes." I answered, flinging him off so
that he staggered; "yes-yes! I who
fought for her once, and am 'willing
most willing, to do so) again, now or at
any other time, .for, though I hold no
hope of winning . her ever yet I ean
serve her still, and protect her from the
pollution of your presence," and J
clenched my Mts.
He stool poised as though about to
spring at me, an4 I saw his knuckles
glsam. Whiter than th laces above
them, but, all at once, he laughod light
ly, easily aB ever.
"A perfect, gentle knight)" fee .mur
mured, "sans pr t ssna refireche
though somewhat grimy and In a leather
apron. Chivalry kneeling amid hammers
and horseshoes, worshipping Her with a
reverence distant and lowly t How jike
you. worthy cousin, how very like you.
and how affecting! But" and hr nla
nostrtk qulversd again "bt I tell ytu
if IsUM-MlM, M Ss
been, and no man living shall corns be-
iwcnn us no, ty aoar
"That," said I, "that remains to he
seen!"
"Ha?"
Though. Indeed. I think she Is Bafe
from you while I live."
"But then, Cousin Peter, life Is a very
uncertain thing at best," he returned,
glancing at me beneath his drooping
uas."
"Yes," I nodded, "It Is sometimes
blessing to remember thai."
Sir Maurice trolled In tha dnnr and.
being there, paused, and lookid back over
nis snouider.
"I go to find Charmaln," said he, "and
I shall find her sooner or later, and,
wen 1 ao, snouia you take it upon your
self to come between us nnnln. or nr.
sumo to Interfere again, I shall-klll you.
wormy cousin, without the least com
punctlon. If you think this sufficient
warning act upon It, If not " He
snrugged his shoulders, significantly.
Farewell, good and worthy Cousin Peter,
inrcwriii or, snail wo say say 'au
voir'?"
CHAPTER. XXXIV.
"pETER," said George, one evening,
JT turning to mo with the troubled look
I had seen so often on his face of late.
"what be wrong wl' you, my chap? You
be growing paler every day, Oh, Peterl
you be like a man as Is dyln' by Inches
If 't Is any o' my doln' "
nonsense, George!" I broke In, with
sudden asperity, "I am well enough!"
"Yet I've seen your 'ands fall a-trenv
bllng sometimes. Peter all nt nnrn. An'
you missed jour stroke yesterday come
1 aown on th' anvil you can't ha'
lurgou
"I remember." I muttered; "I remci
oer."
n V w,ce aaln today. An' you be
silent, Peter, nn' don't seem to 'ear when
spoke to. an" short In your temper oh,
you btan't the man you was. I've seo It
a-comln on you more nn' more. Oh,
man. Peter!" he cried, turning his back
upun me suaaeniy. "ou as I'd let walk
over me-you as I'd bo cut In pieces for-
If It be me as done It "
"No! no, George-It wasn't you-of
courso not. If I am a. little strange It Is
probably due to lack of .sleep, nothing
"Ye see, Peter, I tried so 'ard to kill
doet'n?"t-i!" yourself as I como nigh
t I?iU th.en,,Xou dldn,t -ulte manage it,"
I cried, harshly-"would to God you had:
a- U(ls, I am alive, and there's an end
lVTWe.re a,wo"ndy blow I give 'ce
that last one! I'll never forget the look
o your face ns you went down. , Oh.
Peter! you've never been the same since
-it be all my doln'-I know it. I know
It. and, sinking upon the Ancient's stool
in the corner. Black George covered his
face.
"Never think of It. George," I said.
LfcV,? my....arm ncros8 hls heaving
shoulders; "that Is all over and done
with, dear fellow, and I would not havo
it otherwise, since It gained , mo your
friendship. I nm all right, well and
strong; It lo only sleep that I need,
George, only sleep."
Upon the still evening air rose the
sharp tap, tap of tho Ancient's stick,
whereat up started the smith, and. com
ing to the forge, began raking out tho
Are with great dust and clatter, as the
old man hobbled up, saluting us cheerily
as he came.
"Lord!" he exclaimed, pausing in the
doorway to lean upon his stick and glance
from one to the other of us with his
quick, bright eyes. "Lord! theor bean't
two other Buch flne, upstandln' lke)y
lookln' chaps In all the 8outh Country
tin yuu io cnaps pe no, nor such smiths!
It du warm my old 'cart to look at 'ee.
i'uis me in mind o' what I were myself
hkcb an ages ago. 1 weren't quite so
tall as Jarge, p'r'ops, but about say
air-a-inch, nut then, I were wldei-
wider, ah, a sight wider In the shoulder,
an' so strong as four bulls! an' ,wl' eyes
big un' sharp an' plercln' llko Peters
only Peter's bean't quite so sham. no.
nor jet so plercln' an' that minds mens
I've got noos for 'ee, Peter."
"What news?" said I, turning.
"S'prlsln' nooa it be-ah! an' 'stonlBhln'
tu. But flrst of all, Peter. I want to ax
'ee a question."
"What Is It, Ancient?"
"Why. It be this, Peter." said the
old man, hobblng nearer, nnd peering up
Into my face, "eyer since the time as I
went an' found ye, I've thought as theer
was summ'at strange about 'ee. what wl'
your soft voice nn' gentle ways; an' It
came on me nil at once about three o' the
clock ' nrternoon. as you might be a
dook In disguise, Peter. Come now, be
ye a dook or bean't ye yes or no,
Peter?" nnd he, flxed me with his eye.
"No, Ancient," I answered, smiling;
"I'm no duke."
"Ah well!-a earl, then?"
"Nor an earl."
"A barrynet, pVaps?"
"Not even a baronet."
"Ah I" said the old man. eyeing me
doubtfully, "I've often thought as you
might be qno or t'other of 'em 'specially
since 'bout three o' the clock 's nrter
noon." "Why so?"
"Why, that's tho p'int-Xhat's the very
noos as I've got to tell 'ee." chuckled the
Ancient, as he seated himself In the cor
ner. "You must know, then," he began,
with an Impressive rap on the lid of his
snuffbox, " 'bout three o'clock a arter
noon I were slttln' on the stile "by Simon's
five-acre field when along the road comes
a lady, 'an'some an' proud-looking, an'
as flne as flne could be, a-rldln' of a 'orae,
an' wl' a servant rldln' another 'orse
be'lnd 'er. As she comes up she gives me
a look out o' 'er eyes, soft they was, an'
dark, an' up I gets to touch my 'at All
at once she smiles at me, an' 'er smile
were as sweet an' gentle As 'er eyes; an'
she pulls up 'er 'orse. 'W'y, you must
be the Ancient!' says she. Ty, so
Peter calls me, my leddy, says I, 'An'
'ow Is Peter?' she says, quick-like; ' 'ow
is Peter?' sayB she. 'Fine an' 'earty,'
says I: 'eats well an' sleeps sound,' says
I; "la arms is strong an' 'Is legs Is
strong, an' e' aren't afeard o' nobody
like a young lion be Peter,' say I, Now,
while I'm a-sayln' this, she looks at me.
soft an' thoughtful-like, an' takes out
a little book an' begins to write in it,
a-wrlnklln' 'er pretty black brows over
it an' a-shakln' 'er 'ead to 'erself. An'
presently she tears out what she'a been
a-wrltin' an gives It to me. 'Will you
give this to Peter for me?' says she.
That I will, my leddy!" says I. Thank
'eel' says she, smllln' again, an 'oldln'
out 'er w'lte 'an' to me, which I kisses
'Indeed!' says she, 'I understand now
why Peter is so fond of you. I think I
could be very fond of 'ee tul' says she.
"An' so sho turns 'er 'orse, an' the
servant Je turns 'Is an' off they go; an'
ere, Peter 'ere be' the letter," Saying
which, the Ancient took a, slip of- paper
irom the cavernous interior of his hat
and tendered it to me.
With my head n a whjrl. I crossed to
the door, and learned there awhile, star
ing sightlessly out into the summer eve
ning; for It seemed that in this little slip
ef paper lay that which meant life or
death to me: so, or a long minute I
leaned there, fearing to learn my fate.
Ttn I opened the little folded square of
payer, and, folding It before my eyes,
read!
"Charmlap Brown presents" (This
scratched out.) "Whle you busied your
self forging horseshoes, your cousin, Blr
Maurice, sought and found ma. 1 do not
Jevs hlra, but
'irsrewell" tThls also scored out)
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