THE BDOAD HIGHWAY
A Tale oM9th Century England, Full of the Thrills of Adventure and Spirit of Romanco
DOOIC II
CHAPTCn XXXVI-(Contlnued).
.-... rt mv avail, aha vntiM
FIND. Dcu w. ..., -.--. -
m t,.v fled from me, but I caught her
sJ" . mi there. amid the leave.
1 ... the Jealous babble of the brook.
Iw the wconrt time In my life, her lips
iln And, gazing yei miu nrr oca,
K'A how, in this shady bower, I
lA nc watched her weaving leave.
4 .cn5.7. .nrt hard her talk to her
fteettVn-and so-had stolen away, for
J.6' Peter'"
i nee were so far out of the wortf and-
tlinredtoklM you"
UawI did"'4' pter 7 w
3 didn't Charmlan, because we were
'" far from the woria, ana Because
1. were y mucn J10"'1 Rnfl "
And because. I'Cter. Decaune you are
.Aim u . .tnr. OS Vln old lnckt
r' i mm mm w..v.. -- --- --
!l And do you remember." she went
Kiurriedty. laying her cool. "straining
ti.rn en my eager ". "" j"""
fibrin that locket, and how you
Hionaci ,. nnr Homer?"
Kind how you sans, to prevent me?"
iAnd how gravely you reproved me?"
felnd how you called me a cres , ure'?"
And how you deserved It. elr-and
Lw mere helpless and 111 at etse than
EZ Tnd how-Just to natter my vanity
Kd To you "have." .aid I. kissing a
..V .. hr temnle: "when you unbind It.
iS. .' ..u m. I tmfl -ttionoua na.r j
r Charmlan. It will cover you-llke a
; Siwwhen I aW thU, for some reason
rifl.net a up ici -.. - -4
blushed and slipped from my arms.
4 fled up the path like a nymph.
T. we presently entered the cottage.
f Darted and panting, and laughing for
Ar Happiness And now she rolled up
Iwf sleeves, and set bdoui prepann.,
"'....... lunching my assistance to
5m, tat grow Ins mightily Indignant
-SI? I would klsa her. yet blushing and
5fPi.V nevertheless. And whl'e she
Sled to and fro (keeping well out or
wcn of my arm), she began to sing In
Briort voicu iu ....
tn scirlet town, wher I wis born.
E -fh.r wit a fair maw aweinn .
i ..!5if!.r.Vniith err Weil-a-way!
Her nam wu Barbara Allen."
Oh Charmlan! how wonderfut you
VtY
tCn gren budi they were sUn'-"
kimIv no woman ever had such beau
tiful arms! so round and soft and white,
Cnirmlan." She turned upon me with a
fork held up admonlshlngly. but, meeting
raV look, her eyes wavered, and up from
throat to brow rushed a wave of burning
crimson.
It "Oh. Peter! you make me almost
ftp' .. .. .. u n.kl.n.ni1 arA hM
tiraia 01 you, wit nuioroi -...
her face against my shoulder.
K"Are you content to have married such
fi'very poor man to be the wife of a
IrUUge bUCKsmiinr'
K"Why. Peter In all the world there
never was sucn anomer uiacKomun o
Bine, and-and there! the kettle Ja boll
lax over"
Elet it!" said I.
K"And the bacon the bacon will burn
leiSUlO I.W. " ". c'
'8o, In due time, we sat aown to our
ioiltanr wedding breakfast; and there
fuere no eyes to speculate upon the bride's
tetuty, to note her changing color, or
the rlory of her eyes: nnd no healths
Krere proposed or toasts drunk, nor any
food friend the brook outside, who, of
course, understood the situation, and bab-
fbled tolerantly of us to the listening trees.
like the grim old philosopher he was.
ln this solitude we were surely closer
f blether and belonged more fully to each
guicr, iur ail (ici iuuivo miu ,,vuo -
Bine, as mine were hers.
L, And, as we ate, sometimes talking and
lomeumea laugning unougn raiciy, ran
Hldom laughs in the wilderness), our
kinds would stray to meet each other
across the table, and eye would answer
n. whllK. In th cllfnrp. the brook would
Klllt Us voice to chuckle throaty chucklea
ind outlandish witticisms, such as could
cnlr be expected from an old reprobate
bo had grown so in years and had seen
o very much or lire. At sucn uraeu
Charmlan's cheeks would flush and her
Uihes droop as thouch. indeed, she were
Kersed In the language of brooks.
So the golden hours slipped by, the
un crept westward ana evening bioio
upon us.
"This is a very rough place for you."
Hid I. and sighed.
We were sitting on the bench before
the door, and Charmlan had laid ner
folded hands upon my shoulder, and her
jhln upon her hans And now she echoed
sir ilth, but answered without stirring:
pit is the dearest place in all the
.world "
"And very lonely!" I pursued.
"I shall be busy all day long. Peter,
and you always reach home as evening
fU, and then then oh 1 I eha'n't be
lonely."
K-"Biit I am such a gloomy fellow at the
Bt of times, and very clumsy, unarmlan,
d something of a failure."
i "And-mv husband."
Peter!-Peter!-oh. Peter!" I started.
ted rose to my feet.
a,"Peter!-oh. Peterl" called the voles
JWln, seemingly from the road, and now
imought It sounded familiar.
charmlan stole her arms about my neck.
11 think It In Kimnn " until T unnaitlv:
ihat can have brought him? And he
iW never venture down Into the Hollow
fi'account of the ghost; I must go and
i wnat he wants."
Te, Peter." she murmured, but the
Of her arms tlehtened.
What la it?" khM I. InnVlnir Into her
Jfoabled eyes. "Charmlan, you are
PJ don't know but oh, Peter! I feel
L" a tnadow a black and awful shadow
ffwe creeping upon us hiding us from
jen otner. I am very foolish, am I not7
nd this our weddlnir dv!"
fc'Peter! Pe-ter!"
K"Pni. .l,t m. . ,i
v.i. wun me, i;narmian; lev us bo
ther."
No, I muitt lvAle.1 i wnmnn'ii Hntlnv
if wait but I am brave aealn: Jto
g what Is wanted."
H iund Blmon, eure enough, in the lane,
Hted in hll curt. nnA hla Inrn InnVfd
fiJ1r"' and grimmer even than usual.
wa, reteri" said he, gripping my hand,
a?Sb Wme at last Gaffer b KOln'."
fOolnj. Blmon?"
-, reier, ircii aownsiairs marn-
U' Doctor liavit 'm nn' lan Vi Hnv
ra-lnkln fast, 'e be. an" e be axln'
f vvi cier -wneer De t-eierr saye
ffi.over an over again: 'wheer be the
kr as I found nf n Aiiniihlnv arter
down in th 'aunted 'Oiler?' You
lit t IVnrif 'tt mrn.n' P.Uv aft I
jseaa to fetch 'e vou'U come back
to bid 'good-by' to the old man?
jj. I It come, Simon," I answered;
5P r for me,"
itMllH was walllnor for me in the
!. and. aa jihn lnnVd nn nt m T
the trouble wa back in her eyea
ay mi. .. i . . .....j
K little while."
-1-1-1 felt It." una aaid. with a
I) UtU. .mile.
iDOke. mv vb nfniintrAA tha
ovo the door, wherefore, mount.
fjn chair, I seized and shook It.
rs-Hke glass, and I allpped It
r pocket
merl-dpn't go-don't leave me I"
Charmlan Hl(ti.nlv mnA T I3W
ttr fara waa u.ru nl. nn1 .hat
jMmbitd
'Wlan'" said I. and sprang (o her
Oh. niv Invil-uknl r'
iaa though the shadow hung over
JrtF ftTA MnsA iliruatotifnw VamlAt?
Wia. tam 1 : i . - ,t ma. , , T & m
" ' " "ia-
EVENING
By JEFFERY FARNOL
afraid! he whispered, clinging to me,
r..m '"'d'" yt. .11 at once, she was
Z.j1fa,n'.,n1 fuU ot aelf-reproaches.
fC.ln.8 ?"e,f "weak," and "foolish." and
.? u cal -"though, Indeed, I was
r,ert ytcr'caI 'rel"-and telling mo
that lw go-that It wa my duty to
go to the "gentle, dying old man"-urg-L.T
m" . the door, almost eagerly, till.
5f i " .ut of th ttse. she must needs
rail a-trcmbllng once more, and wind
her arms about my neck, with a great
BOD.
"But oh!-you will come back soon-
H.L oon' Pe,er7 And we know that
nothing can ever come between ua again
-never agaln-my husband." And, with
tnat blessed word, she drew me down to
her lips. and. turning, fled Into the
cottage.
oi!.Went on towly UP the path to meet
Blmon. and, aa I went, my heart was
heaty.nnd my mind full of a strange
foreboding But 1 never thought ot the
omen of the knife that had once fallen
and quivered In the floor between u.
" 'T were 'Is snuff-box as done Itl" said
Blmon, staring very hard at hla hoise'a
ears, as w Jogged along the road. " 'K
were a-goln' upstairs, for it, an' slipped.
e did.
" 'Simon,' says he, as I lifted of Mm In
my arms, 'Simon,' says 'e. quiet like. I
be done for at last, lad-thls poor old
feyther .. yourn'll never go a-cllmbln' up
these stars no more,' says 'e 'never no
more.' "
After this Simon fell silent, and I like
wise, until we reached the village. Before
The Bull" was a group who talked with
hushed voices and grave faces; even Old
Amos grinned no more.
The old man lay in his great four-post
bed, propped up with pillows, and with
Prue beside him, to smooth his sliver hair
with tender Angers, and Black George.
towering in the shade of the bed-curtalnB.
like a grieving giant.
"'Ere I be, Peter," said the old man.
beckoning me feebly with his hand. " 'ere
I be-at the parttn' o' the ways, an' wl'
summ'at gone wrong wl my Innardst
When a man gets so old as I be, 'Is In
nards be like glass. Peter, like glass-an'
apt to fly all to pieces if 'e goes a-sllppln'
an' a-slldln' downstairs, like me."
"Are you In patn?" I asked, clasping his
shriveled hand.
"Jest a twinge, now an' then, Peter
but Lord! that bean't nothln' to a man
the likes o' me Peter "
"You always were so hale and hearty,"
I nodded, elving him tho usual opening he
had waited for.
"Ay. so strong as a bull, that I werel
Ilk? a lion In my youth Black Jarge were
nought to mc a cart-'orse I were."
"s." said I, "yes," and stooped my
head lower over the feeble old hand.
"Bui, arter all, Peter, bulls pass away,
an' lions, an' cart-'orses lose their teeth,
an" gets wore out, for 'all flesh Is grass'
but iron's Iron, bean't It, Peter rusts It
do, but 't Is iron all the same, an" lasts
a man out even such a 'earty chap as I
were?" '
"Sometimes," said I. without looking up.
"An' I bo very old an' tired, Peter; my
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eart be all wore out wl" beatln' an' beatln"
all these years "t la a wonder as it didn't
stop afore now but a a stapil, Peter,
don't 'ave no 'eart to o a-beatln" an'
a-wearln' of Itself away?"
"No, Ancient."
"So 'ere be I, a-standln In the Valley
o' the Shadow, an' waltln for God's Angel
to take my 'and for to show me the way.
'T Is a darksome road, Peter, but I bean't
af cared, an' there be a light beyond Jordan-water.
No, I aren't afearcd to meet
the God as made me, for 'the Lord Is
merciful and very kind,' an' I don't
s'pose as 'E'51 be very 'ard on a old, old
man as did Ms beat, an' wl' a 'eart all
tired an' wore away wl' beatln' I be
ready, Peter-only "
"Yes, Analent?"
"Oh, Peter! It be that theer old atapll
as'll go on rustln' away an' rustln' away
arter the old man as watched It ao Is laid
In the earth, an forgot about "
"No," said I, without looking up, but
slipping my hand Into my pocket; "no,
Ancient "
"Peter Oh, Peter! do ee mean V
"I mean that, although It had no heart,
the staple waa tired and worn out Just as
you are, and so I brought It to you," and
I "lipped the rusty bit of Iron into the
old man's trembling palm.
"O Lord!" he began in a fervent voice,
"O dear Lord! I got it. Lord th' owd
stapll-I be ready to come to Thee, an'
J'yful J'yfull an' for this mercy, an' bene
fit received blessed be Thy name. Amen!"
He lay very quiet for a while, with the
broken staple clasped to his breast, and
his eyes closed.
"Peter," said he suddenly, "you won't
'ave ro one to bring you noos no more
why, Peterl be 'ee cryin' for me? 'T Is
true 't were me as found ye, but I didn't
think as you'd go to cry tears for me I
be goln' to tak' 't owd stapil wl' me,
Peter, all along the road-an', Peter"
"Yes, Ancient?"
"Be you quite sure as you aren't a
dook?"
"Quite sure."
"Nor a earl?"
"No, Ancient."
"Not even a barrynet?"
"No, Ancient'
"Ah, welll you be a man. Peter, n
ts summ'at to ha' found a wan that
It be"
And now he feebly beckoned us all
nearer.
"Children," said he, "I be a old an
ancient man I be goln on across the
river to wait for you my blessln' on ye.
It be a dark, dark road, but I've got t'
owd stapil. an' there be a light beyond
the river,"
Bo, the Ancient sighed, and crossed the
dark Illver Into the Land of Light
Eternal.
CHAPTER XXXVII.
NIGHT, with a rising moon, and over
alt things a great quietude, a! deep,
deep silence- Air, close and heavy, with
out a breath, to wake the slumbering
trees; an oppressive atlllneM, la which
small soun magnified themselves, and
seemed disproportionately loud,
Apd presently, as I went upon my way,
I forgot the old man sleeping so peaceful
ly with the rusty staple clasped to his
shrunken breast, and thought only of the
proud woman who had given her lift
Into my keeping, and who, henceforth,
would walk with me. hand in hand, upon
tat rwA UUh-V, over rtugh sIam
EED&ER PHILADELPHIA, WEDNESDAY, OOTOBEB
and smooth even unto the end. So I
strode on, ."ull of a deep and abiding Joy,
and with heart that Mirobbed and hands
that trembled because I knew that shs
watched and waited for my coming,
A sound broke upon the stillness sud
den and sharp like the cnapplng of a
stlcK. I stopped and glanced about me
but It had come and gone lost In tho
all'pervadlng alm.
And presently, reaching the leafy path
that led steeply down Into the Hollow,
I paused a moment to look about me and
to listen again; but the deep silence was
all unbroken, save for the slumberous
song of the brook, that stole up to me
from the shadows, and I wondered Idly
what that sudden sound might have been.
So I began to descend this leafy path,
and went on to meet that which lay
waiting for me in the shadows.
It wai dark here among the trees, for
the moon was low as yet. but every now
and then she sent a kindly ray through
some opening amid the leaves, so that
as I descended the path I seemed to be
wading through small, limpid pools of
radiance.
But all at once I stopped staring at
something which lay at the edge of one
of these pools-a white claw-a hand
whose fingers, talon-like, had sunk deep
and embedded themsclveB In the turf.
And beyond this gleaming hand was an
?u"l' L.ai?d "Wond that again something
that bulked acrosB my path, darker than
the shadows.
Running forward, I stood looking down
.... l which lay at my feet-eo very
still; and stooped auddenly, and turned
it over that I might see the face; and,
seeing It, started back. In shuddering hor
ror. For. in thnA ffltlrn ViMjii.to wUh
blood, stained and blackened with pow
der I recognized my cousin, Sir Maurice
Vibart. Then, remembering the stick
inai naa snapped, I wondered no more,
but a sudden deadly falntners came upon
me so that I leaned weakly against a
tree near by.
A rustling of leaves a 6hudderlng
menu., ana, mougn I am not raise my
head, I knew that Charmlan was there.
"Oh. Peter!" she whispered, "oh.
Peter!" and that was all: but, moved
by something In her tone, I glanced up.
Her eyes were wide and staring not at
me, but at that which lay between us
her face was pallid: even her lips had
lost their color, and she clasped one hand
upon her bosom the other was hidden
In the folds of her gown hidden as I
remembered to have seen It once before,
but now It struck me with a horrible
significance. Wherefore I reached out
and caught that hidden hand and drew
the weapon from her nerveless fingers,
holding It where the light could play
upon It. She started, shivered violently
and covered her eyes, while I, looking
down at the pistol in my hand, saw that
it had lately been discharged.
"He has kept his word!" she whispered;
"he has kept his word!
"Yes, Charmlan he has kept hla
world!"
"'Oh, Peter!" she moaned, and stretched
out her hands toward me, yet she kept
ner face turned from that which lay
across the path between us, and her
nanaa were snaking pitifully. "Peter?"
sne cnea with a sudden break In her
voice: but I went on wlnlnc the aont
from the pistol barrel with the end of
my neckerchief. Then, all at once, she
was beside me, clasping my arm, and
she was pleading with me, her words
coming In a flood.
"No, Peter, no oh, God! you do not
tnink it you can t you mustn t. I was
alone waiting for you, and the hours
passed and you didn't come and I was
nervous and frightened and full of awful
fancies. I thought I heard some one
creeping round the cottage. Once I
thought some one peered In at the lat
tice, and once I though some one tried
the door. And so because I was fright
ened, Peter I took that that, and held
It In my hand, Peter. And while I sat
there It seemed more than ever that
somebody was breathing softly outside
the door. And so, Peter, I couldn't bear
It any more and opened the lattice and
fired In the air I swear It was In the
air. And I stood there at the open
casement sick with fear and trying to
pray for you because I knew he had
come back to kill you, Peter, and, while
I prayed, I heard another shot not
close, out faint like the snapping of a
twig, Peter and I ran out and oh.
Peter! that Is all brut you believe oh!
you believe, don t you, Peter?"
While she spoke I had slipped the pis
tol Into my pocket, and now I held out
my hands to her and drew her near, and
gazed Into the troubled depths of her
eyes.
"Charmlan!" said I, "Charmlan I love
you! and God forbid that I should ever
doubt you any more."
So, with a sigh, she sank In my em
brace, her arms crept about my neck
and our lips met and clung together.
But even then while I looked upon her
beauty, while the contact of her lips
thrilled through me even then, in my
mind, I saw the murderous pistol In her
hand as I had seen it months ago. In
deed, It almost seemed that she divined
rny thought, for she drew swiftly back
ana looxea at me wun naggara eyes.
"Peter?" she whispered, "what Is It
what la it?"
"Oh, Charmlonl" said I, over and over
again, "I love you I love you," And I
kissed her appealing eyes, and stayed her
questioning lips with my kisses. "I love
you more than my life more than honor
more than my soul; and, because I so
love you tonight you must leave me
"Leave you? ah, no, Peter no no, I
am your wife and I must stay with you
to suffer and share your troubles and
danger It Is my right my privilege. Let
us go away together, now anywhere-
anywhere. only let us be together my
husband,"
"Don't!' I cried, "don't! Do you think
It Is ro easy to remain here without you
to lose you so soon so very soon? If
X only loved you a little less) Ahl don't
you see oerore in weeic m out. mv de
scription will be all over England: we
should be caught, and you -would have
to stana pesiae me in a court of Justice,
ana race me sname or it
"Dear love' It would be my pride my
pride, Peter, to face them all to clasp
mis aear nana in mine
"Neverl" I cried, clsnchlng my flstsi
"neverl Toy must leave me; mo one
must know Charmlan Brown ever existed
-OU must goi"
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