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CHAPTER XII.—Continued. “If you refuse? Harken, John Ire ton; If you had a hundred lives to thruBt between me and the thing I | crave, I'd take them all.” So much he said calmly; then a sudden gust of passion seized him, ! and for once, I think, he spoke the simple truth. "God! I'd sink my soul In Calvin's hell to have her!" I could not wholly mask the smile of triumph that his words evoked. This fox of maiden vineyards was entrapped at last. I saw' the hre of such a pas sion as such a man may know burning in his eyes; and then I knew why he was come upon this errand. "So?" said I. "Then Mistress Mar gery sent you here to save me?” ‘Twas but a guess, bijt I made sure it hit the truth. He swore a sneering oath. "So the priest carried tales, did he? Well, make the most of it; she would not have her father's guest taken from his bed and hanged like a dog.” t smiled again. "'Twas more than that; she would even go so far as to beg her husband’s life a boon from that same husband’s mortal enemy.” "Bah!" he scoffed. "That lie of yours imposed upon the colonel, but I had better information." “A lie, you say? True, ’twas a lie when it was uttered. But afterward, some hour or so past midnight, by the good help of Father Matthieu, and with your Lieutenant Tybee for one witness and the lawyer for another, we made a sober truth of it." I hope, for your own peace of mind, my dears, that you may never see a fel low human turn devil in a breath as I did then. His man's face fell away from him like a vanishing mask, and In the place of it a hideous demon, malignant and murderous, glared upon me. Twice his hand sought the sword hilt, and once the blade was half un sheathed. Then he thrust his devil face In mine and hissed his parting word at me so like a snake it made me shudder with abhorrence. “You’ve signed your own death war rant, you witless fool! You’d play the spoil-sport here as you did once be fore, would you? Curse you! I wish you had a hundred lives that I might take them one by one!” Then he wheeled sharp upon his heel and gave the order to the ensign. "Belt him to the tree. Farquharson, and make an end of him, I've kept you waiting over long." They strapped me to a tree with oth er belts, and when all was ready the ensign stepped aside to give the word. Just here there came a little pause pro longed beyond the moment of com pleted preparation. I knew not why they waited, having other things to think of. I saw the firing line drawn up with muskets leveled. I marked the row of weather-beaten faces pillowed on the gun-stocks with eyes asquint to sight the pieces. I remember count ing up the pointing muzzles; remember wondering which would be the first to belch Its fire at me, and If, at that short range, a man might live to see the flash and hear the roar before the bullets killed the senses. But while I screwed my courage to the sticking place and sought to hold It there, the pause became a keen edged agony. A glance aside—a glance that cost a mightier effort than it takes to break a nightmare—showed me the ensign standing ear a-cock, as one who listens. W^it he heard r know not, for all the earth seemed hushed to silence waiting on his word. But on the ln Btunt the early morning stillness of the forest crashed alive, and pandemonium was come. A savage yell to set the very leaves a-tremble; a crackling vol ley from the underwood that left a heap of writhing, dying men where but now the firing squad had stood; then a headlong charge of rough-clad horse men—all this befell In less than any time the written words can measure. I sensed It all hut vaguely at the first, but when a passing horseman slashed mo free I came alive, and life and all It meant to me was centered In a single fierce desire. Falconnet had escaped the fusllade; was making swiftly for his horse, safe as yet from any touch of lead or steel. So I might reach and pull him down, I cared no groat what followed after. It was not so to be. In the swift dash aerross the glade I wont too near lift; shambles In the midst. The cor poral of the tiring squad, a bearded Saxon giant, whose face, hideously dis torted, will haunt me while I live, lay fairly In the way, his heels drumming In the agony of death, and his great hands clutching at the empty air. I leaped to clear him. In the act the clutching hands laid hold of me and I was tripped and thrown upon the heap of dead and dying men. and could not free myself In time to stop the bar onet. I saw' him gain his horse and mount; saw the tlash of his sword and the skil ful parry that in a single parade ward ed death on elthei hand; saw him drive home the spurs and vanish among the trees, with his horse-holding trooper at his heels. And then my rescuers, or else my newer captors, picked me up hastily, and I was hoisted behind the saddle of the nearest, and so borne away In all the hue and cry of u most unsoldlerly retreat. XIII. IN WHICH A PILGRIMAGE BEGINS As you have guessed before you turned this page, the men who charged so opportunely to cut me out of peril were my captors only in the saving sense. Their overnight bivouac was not above a mile beyond the glade of am bushment. It was In a little del), cun ningly had; and the embers of the campfires were still alive when we of the horse came first to this agreed-on rallying point. Here at this rendezvous In the for est's heart I had my first sight of any fighting fragment of that undisciplined and yet unconquerable patriot home guard that even in defeat proved too tough a morsel for British jaws to masticate. They promised little to the eye of a trained soldier, these border levies. In fancy I could see my old field-marshal, —he was the father of all the marti nets,—turn up his nose and dismiss them with a contemptuous "Ach! mien Gotti" And, truly, there was little outward show among them of the ster ling metal underneath. They came singly and in couples, straggling like a routed band of bri ! gauds; some loading their pieces as ! ‘hey ran. There was no hint of • the ! soldier discipline, and they might have been leaderless for aught I saw of def erence to their captain. Indeed, at first I could not pick the captain out by any sign, since all were clad In coarsest homespun and well-worn leather, and all wore the long, fringed hunting shirt and raccoon-skin cap of the free borderers. Yet these were a handful of the men who had fought so stoutly against the Tory odds at Ramsour's Mill, their cap tain being that Abram Forney of whom you may have read in the histories: and though they made no military show, they lacked neither hardihood nor courage, of a certain persevering sort. "Ever come any cluster to y«ur Amen than this, stranger?" drawled one of them, a grizzled borderer, lank, lean and weather-tanned, with a face that might have been a leathern mask for any hint it gave of what went on be hind it. "I'll swear that little whlp' snap' officer cub had the word ‘Fire’ sticking in his teeth when I gave him old Sukey's mouthful o' lead to chaw on." I said I had come as near my exit a time or two before, though always in fair fight; and therupon was whelmed in an avalanche of questions such as only simple-hearted folk know how to ask. When I had sufficiently accounted for myself, Captain Forney—he was the limber-backed young fellow I had rid den behind—gripped my hand and gave me a hearty welcome and congraWla tlon. "My father and yourA were handfast friend* Captain Ireton. More than that I've heard my father say he owed yours somewhat on the sepre of good turns. I'm master glad I've had a chance to even up a little; though as for that, we should both thank the Indian." At which ho looked around as one who calls an eye-muster and marks a miss ing man. "Where is the chief, Eph raim?”—this to the grizzled hunter who was methodically reloading his long rifle. "Ho's back yonder, gathering In the hair-crop, I reckon. Never you mind about him, Cap'n. He’ll turn up when he smells the meat a-cooking, lmme Jltly, if not sooner." Here, as I imagine, I looked all the questions that lacked amtwers; for Captain Forney took it in hand to fit them out with explications. " ’Tis Uncanoola, the Catawba," he said; "one of the friendlies. He was out a-scoutlng last night and came in an hour before daybrek with the news that Colonel Tarleton was set upon hanging a spy of ours. From that t*> our little ambushment—" “I see, said I, wanting space to turn the memory leaves. “This Cataw ba; Is he a man about my age?" Cap tain Forney laughed. "God He only knows an Indian's age. But Uncanoola has been a man grown these fifteen years or more. I can recall his comiqg to my father's house when I was but a little codger." At that. I remembered, too; remem bered a tall, straight young savage, as handsome as a figure done in bronze, who used sometimes to meet me in the lonelier forest wilds when I was afraid of him; how once I would have shot him in a tit of boyish race antipathy and sudden fright had he not flung away his firelock and stood before me defenseless. Also, I recalled a little incident of the terrible scourge In '60 when the black pox bade fair to blot out this tribe of the Catawbas; l.ow when my father had found this young savage lying in the forest, plague-stricken and deserted by all his tribesmen, he had saved his life and earned an Indian friendship. “I know this Uncanoola," I said. "My father befriended him In the plague of '60, and was never sorry for it, as I believe." Then l would ask if these Catawbas had ranged themselves on the patriot side, a question which led the young militia captain to give me the news at large while his border ers were breaking camp and making their hasty preparations for the day's march. “ 'Tis liberty or death with us now; we've burnt our bridges behind us,” he said, when he had confirmed the tidings I had the day before from Father Matthleu. “And since here in Carolina we have to light each man against his neighbor, 'tis like to go hard with us. lacking help from the North.” “Measured by this morning's work, Captain Forney, these irregulars' of yours seem well able to give a good account of themselves," I ventured. He shook his head doubtfully. He was but a boy in years, but war /s a shrewd schoolmaster, and this youth, like many another on the lighting fron tier, had matriculated early. "You've seen us at our best.” he amended. "We can ambush like the Indians, lire a volley, yell, charge—and run away." "What's that ye're saying, young ster?" The grizzled hunter had fin ished reloading his rifle, and, lounging in earshot with all the freedom of the border, would take the captain up sharply on this last. "You heard me. Eph Yeates," replied my young captain, curtly. The old man leaned his rifle against a tree, spat on his hands, cut a clumsy caper in air, and gave tongue in a yell that should have been heard by Tarle ton’s men at Appleby. "By the eternal 'coonskins! I can gouge the eye out of ary man that says Eph Yeates carn't stand up fair and square and whop his weight in wild cats; and I can do it now, If not soon er!” he shrilled. "Come on. you pap-eating, apron-stringed, French daddled—" Where the blast of vituperative Insult ! would have spent Itself in natural course we were not to know, for In the midst another of the borderers, a wiry little man in greasy deerskin, came up behind the capering ancient, whipped an arm around his neck, and in a trice the two went down, kicking, scratching, buffeting and mauling, as like a pair of battling bobcats as were ever seen. For a moment I thought my young ster would let them have it out to the finish, but fie did not. At his order some of the others pulled the twain apart, reluctantly, 1 fancied; and when the thing was done the old man caught up his rifle and strode away in black est wrath without a look behind him. Captain Forney shrugged and spread his hands as his French father might have done. ■’Now you know wherein his weak ness lies, Captain Ireton," he said. "There goes as true a man and as keen a shot as ever pulled trigger. Let him fight his own way, and he'll take cover and name his man for every bullet in his pouch. But as for yielding to de cent authority, or standing against trained troops in open field—” He shrugged again and turned to tighten his saddle girth. “I see,” said I. Then 1 asked him for his plans and intendlngs, and was told that he and his handful were a-maroh to Join General Rutherford, who was gone to the Forks of Yadkin to break up some Tory embodiment thereabouts. •"You have your work cut out to dodge the British light-horse. Captain Forney.” said I; capping tne venture by telling him what little he knew of Tarleton’s disposition, and also of the Indlan-armlng plot 1 had overheard. "We'll dodge the redcoats, never you fear; we're at our best In that," he re | Joined, rather carelessly. “And as to ! the Cherokee upstlrrlng, that's an old story. The king's men have tried It twice and they have not yet caught Jack Sevier or Jimmie Robertson a-napplng. Ease your mind on that score, Captain Ireton, and come along with us, if you have nothing better to do. I can promise you a hard living, and hard fighting enough to keep it In countenance.” At this I was brought down to some consideration of the present and its de mands As fortune's wheel had twirled; I had my life to be sure; but by the having of It was made the basest traitor to my friend—to Jennifer, and no whit less to Margery. 'Tvvas out of any thought that I should take the field against the com mon enemy, leaving this tangled web of mystery and misery behind. In sheerest decency I owed It first to Jen nifer to make a swift and frank confes sion of the Ill-concluded tale of happen ings. That done, I owed it equally to him and Margery to find some way to set aside the midnight marriage. So I fell back upon my wound for an excuse, telling the captain that I was not yet fit to take the field—which was true enough. Whereupon he and his men set me well beyond the danger of immediate pursuit and we parted com pany. When I was left alone I had no plan that reached beyond the day's end. Since to go to Jennifer house by day light would be to run my neck afresh into tne noose, 1 saw nothing for it but to lie In hiding until nightfall. The hiding place that promised best was the old hunting lodge in the forest, and thitherward I turned my face. It was a wise man who said that he who goes with heavy heart drags heavy feet as well; but while I live I shall re member how that saying clogged the path for me that morning, making the shrub-sweet summer air grow thick and lifeless as I tolled along. For sober second thought, and the unnerving re action which comes upon the heels of some sharp peril overpast, left me aghast at the coil in which a tricky fate had entagled me. The second thought made plain the dispiteous hardness of It all, showing me how I had reasoned like a boy in planning for retrieval. Would Jennifer believe my tale, though I should swear it out word for word on the Holy Evan gelists? I doubted it; and striving to see It through his eyes, was made to doubt It more. For death should have been my Justifier, and death had played me false. As for setting the midnight marriage aside, I made sure the lawyer tribe could find a way, if that were all. But here there was a loyal daughter of the church to reckon with. Loathing her bonds, as any true-hearted maiden must, would Margery consent to have them broken by the law? I knew well she would not. Though our poor knot ting of the tie had been little better than a tragic farce, it lacked nothing of force to bind the tender conscience of a woman bred to look upon the churchly rite as final. So, twist and turn as Ipnight, the cotl was desperate; and as 1 strode on gloomily, measuring this the first stage in a pilgrimage I had never thought to make, a fire of sullen anger began to smoke and smolder within me. and X could find it In my heart to curse the cruel kindness of my rescuers; to sorrow In my Inmost soul that they had come between to make a living recreant of one who would fain have died an honest man. CHAPTER XIV. HOW THE BARONET PLAYED ROUGE-ET-NOIR. The sun was well above the tree-tops, and the morning was abroad for all the furred and feathered wood-folk, when I forsook the Indian path to make a pru dent circle of reconnaissance around the cabin in the maple grove. Happily, there was no need for the cautionary measure. The hunting lodge was undiscovered as yet by any en emy; and when I showed myself my poor black vassals ran to do my bld> ding, weeping with childish Joy to have me back again. Since old Rarius was still at Appleby Hundred, Tomas ranked as majordomo, ; and 1 bade him post the blacks in a ! loosely drawn sentry line about the cabin, this against the chance that ' Falconnet might stumble on the place in searching for me. For I made no doubt his tory spies would quickly pass the word that I was not with Abram Forney's band, and hence must be in hiding. When all was done I flung myself upon the couch of panther skins, hoping against hope that sleep might come to help me through the hours of wait ing. 'Twas a vain hope. There was never a wink of forgetfulness for me in all the long watches of the summer day, and I must lie wide-eyed and hag gard, thinking night would never come, and making sure that fate had never before walled a man in such a dungeon of despair. (Continued Next Week.) Irish Princes of Royal Blood. Westminster Review: Not many generations have passed away since princes of royal blood, the legitima's rulers of Ireland, the O'Neills, O'Dow nells, G'j.Mores, O'Byrnes and hundreds of others were deprived of their birth rights—hunted, harried and persecuted even unto death. The reader smiles incredulously, per haps derisively, at the mention of Irish princes of royal blood. I have here be fore me the genealogy of the kings of Leix, from a date anterior to the ar rival of the first Saxon "intruder” in Ireland, in the reign of Henry II. (1169). It was made out from the records In Dublin castle by William Hawkins, esq., ulster king of arms and principal herald of all Ireland, during the vice royalty of the first Marquis Town ; shend, 1767-72. It Is an original docu ! ment, and there is a copy of it in book form in the office of the present ulster king of arms, Sir Arthur Vicars, in Dublin castle. I have also before me as I write a portrait of the last lineal male descendant of the kings of Leix, a princely looking youth of almXst feminine beauty of feature, who ditX^ at an early age in a foreign land. 1 know, moreover, that there are mai\ descendants of the family on the ma j ternal side now living, one at least of I whom has attained to a position of 1 great wealth and public distinction in the United States of America. But, it 1 may be asked, what does all this lead 1 up to? Well, If any curious inquirer i turns into the National gallery of Ire land In Leinster Lawn, Dublin, the | most prominent picture therein is a very large canvas representing the 1 marriage of Eva, the beautiful daugh ter of Dermot McMurrough, king of Leinster, and granddaughter of Cuch ' ogrius O'Morra. king of Leix, with Strongbow, earl of Pembroke. The marriage is duly recorded in the docu ment before me, with the statement ! that “from this marriage are descended ! the klugs of England through Edward ! iv.” SECRET PRESS IN i AUTOGRATIC RUSSIA i _ Daring Work of Men and Women Who Strive for Freedom of Speech. JEW STARTED THE FIRST — —— It Was in 1877 That the First “Free’ Printing Office Worthy of the Name Wa3 Started in the Heart of Spydom. London, May 30.—Of all enterprises (dynamite, perhaps, excepted) a clan destine press in Russia is most danger ous. It is now eight and twenty years since a Jewish conspirator, Aaron Zun delevic by name, a native of Wilna in Lithuania, came forward and assured the organization to which he belonged that if they would find the means he would find the press, and would, more over, set it up in St. Petersburg. A sum of money was provided, and from abroad Aaron smuggled into St. Pet ers all the necessary plant. Then he set to work to learn the compositor’s art (just as, in the first days of the Propaganda, young nobles taught themselves a trade in order to go down "among the people”) and in 1877 the first “free” printing office worthy of the name was established in the heart gnd center of spydom. During four years Zundelevic ran his press under the nose, as it were, of the Third Section, and was only then detected by a mere mischance. From that date, however, the Russian secret press has never been in a condition 3f absolute abeyance. As often as its work has been interrupted in one place it has been Instantly resumed in an other. Father Gapon indicates the spirit in which it is pursued; "We shall continue," he said the other day at Geneva, "to launch manifestos, and work steadfastly, but secretly, toward our ideal—the overthrow of suppres sion and the bureaucracy and the es tablishment of popular government. We will, we must, win in the end.” This clandestine press is clandestine in everything. It is the most secretly conducted press in the world. There is no editorial office, with an editor in a snug inner chamber, receiving the visits of his contributors, discussing the articles for the next issue. A mystery and inviolate secrecy govern the whole working of the affair. The editor him self may, or may not, know the persons who are responsible for the me chanical production of the paper; he seldom, if ever, visits the place at which it is produced. A confidential messenger comes to a given spot on a. given day to receive manuscript from the editor’s hand; he comes again to deliver the proofs, and the rendezvous (s never twice the same. The con tributors are known probably to none except the editor. In a word, precau tions, the most minute and extraordi nary, must be observed if the secret press is successfully to baffle the ever lasting efforts of the police to un mask it. At Office Only Once. Stepniak tells us that during the time he was one of the editors of Land and Liberty he was taken once, and once only, to the printing office. An import ant niece of news had to be Inserted in the number that was about to be is sued, and he made his way to the of fice "in one of the central streets of the city." The chief of police had declared that his office could not possibly he in St. Petersburg, "because otherwise he would infallibly have discovered it.” Stepniak found the people of the of fice, and the women who helped them and managed for them, living in almost absolute durance. The workers of the secret press are, in fact, prisoners, and, in addition to their all but total loss of liberty, they endure the anxieties of people who are carrying on an illegal business in the midst of a ceaseless vigilant police^ Leo Tikhomirov, the author of "Con spirateurs of Policiers,” has drawn a vivid picture of the hidden life of one of these strange undergrounds. It is the office of the paper with which Step niak himself was associated. "Narod nala Volia."—"Land and Liberty.” In five rooms including a little kitch en, four conspirators were installed, two men and two women. Maria Kri loff, who passed as mistress of the house, a woman of about 45, had de voted her life to the “cause;” she had been transported to Siberia and es caped. The other woman of the party was under 20, fair and delicate; name unknown. Of the two men, one was Basil Buch, of Boukn, "the son of a general and the nephew of a senator." The second was a figure as enigmatic as the younger woman; he was known only as "Ptlza," "L’Osieau" and "The Bird"—a nickname which he owed to his voice. The men were entered as lime. IvriloiTs lodgers, the delicate in connue was the nominal maid of the household. Outwitted the Police. These four brought out the Narod naia Volia, which the head of the po lice declared could not be produced in St. Petersburg. The plant of the paper consisted principally of a few cases of type, a small and large cylinder, a jar or two of printer's ink, and a few brushes and sponges. It was a modest outfit, but remember how dark it must be kept. The dvornik had to be hood winked from day to day. Maria Krlloff went upon the bold plan of sending for him at any and every hour, and conducting him through all the five rooms, under the pretense of hunting for a troublesome rat. They learned in this way how' to dispose of the plant at from five to ten minutes* notice. At night, behind a double curtain of canvas, sealed across the window, the type was set. In the strangling monotony of this existence, the workers tasted only one excitement, but that was a daily and an hourly one, the likelihood of discovery and arrest. So ever-present was this danger that it passed into a joke, and the ladies used to speculate at their meager even ing meal whether they would be hanged or transported to Siberia. The expected happened at last at the office of the Narodnala Volia. One night the police came down on it. What they had reckoned on as an easy seizure transformed itself Into a four hours' siege and battle. Maria Kriloff drew on the gendarmes with her re volver. and to a challenge of this sort the response is always prompt and mercl.ess In St. Petersburg. The office was riddled with bullets, but for four hours the conspirators kept their stand. The survivor was "The B There's a reason.