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When writing to advertisers it will be to your interest to say that you saw their “ad” in this paper. ■flETUim.lll.lJJ.I.dli T3 cum WHEREAUILiEIFAILS. fiS hi Beat lough Syrup. Taste. Good. llac H IVJ tn time. Sold by druggists. a—I jpFT^AdUAIUUH.’Bfll THE MASTER OF APPLEBY i ;> - .. ■ ■■■-■■ = 1 :: By Fr&ncis Lyrtde. --■.... ; . ■■■ < [ XV. IN WHICH A HATCHET SINGS A MAN TO SLEEP. In such r coll as this I'd looped about hie there was nothing for It. as it seemed, but to draw the steel and die as a soldier should. So I broke cover on the forest side of the holly thicket with a yell as fierce as theirs, and picked a tree to set my back against, and ran for it. I never reached the tree. In mid career, w'hen all the Cherokee wolf pock was bursting through the holly tangle at my heels, two men. a white man and an In dian, ran in ahead, as I supposed to cut me off. Just then the dry roof of the hunting lodge roared aflame, reddening the forest far and near. The light was at my back and cn the faces of the two who ran to meet me. A great sob swelled in my throat and choked me, but 1 ran the fas ter. For these were my dear lad and the friendly Catawba, charging gallantly to cover my retreat. It was a ready help In time of need. They ran In bravely, the chief ahead, twirling his tomahawk for the throw, with Dick a pace to right and rear, his two great pis tols brandished and the grandslre of all the broadswords dangling by a thong at his wrist. "Follow the chief!" he shouted In pass ing; and at the word the Catawba stopped short, sent his hatchet whistling Into the yapping pack behind me, and swerved to run aside and point the way for me. Left to myself. I hope I should have had the grace to stand with Jennifer. But at the turning point of Indecision the quick wltted Indian read my thought, and snatching the sword from my hand, gave me no choice but to follow him. So I ran with him; but as I fled I looked behind-and saw' a sight to put the ancient hero tales to the blush. One man against two-score my brave Dick stood, while through the underwood the mounted sol diery came to make the odds still greater. He never flinched for all the hurtling missiles sent on ahead to out him down, nor gave a glance aside to where the horsemen were deploying to surround him. As I looked, the two great pistols belched in the very faces of the nearest Cherokees; and in the momentary check the firearms made, the basket-hilted claymore went to work, rising and falling like a weaver's beam. I saw no m^re: but some heart-bursting minutes later, when Jennifer came racing on behind to share the flight his heroic stand had made a possibility, the swelling sob choked me once agair$ and when I thought of what this hie ii scue of me meant to him, I could have utubbered like a boy. But there was little time or Bpace to give remorse an inning. The Cherokees, checked but for the moment, wrere storm ing hotly at our heels. And as we ran I heard the shouted command of Falconnet to his mounted men: “A rescue! Right oblique, and head them In the road! Gal lop, you devils!” We ran In Indian file, I at the chief’s heels and Jennifer at mine. I followed the Catawba blindly; and being as yet little better than half a man in breath and muscle, was well-night spent before we crashed down through a tangled briar thicket into the river road. We were in time, but with no fraction of a minute to spare. We could hear the pad-pad-pad of the light-footed runners close upon us, following now by the noise we made; and on our left the air was trembling to the thunder of the mounted men coming at a breaJc-neck gallop down the road. “Thank God!” says Richard, with a quiok eyeshot to right and left in the lesser gloom of the open. “I was afeared even the chief might miss the place in the dark. Down the bank to the river!— quick, man, and cautious! If they smell us out now, we’re no better than buzzard meat!” And when we reached the wa ter’s edge: “You taught me how to pad dle a pirogue, Jack; I hope you haven’t lost the knack of it yourself.” “No,” said I; and the three of us slid the hollowed log into the stream. We were afloat In shortest order, hold ing the canoe against the current by clinging to the over hanging trees that fringed the bank; yet with paddles poised for a second dash for freedom should the need arise. I should have dipped forth with to save the precious minute, but Jen nifer stayed me. “Hist!” he whispered. “Hold steady and listen. They cannot see us from above; mayhap we’ve thrown them off the scent.” I thought It most unlikely; but h!s guess was right and mine was wrong. Though any of these savages could lift a trail in daylight, following it at top speed like a trained bloodhound, yet now the dark ness baffled them. So there was some running to and fro In the road above our heads, and then the troopers galloped down. Followed hastily a labored confab through the lingulster, broken in the midst by a fury of hot oaths from Falconnet; and then the chase swept on toward the plantations, and we were left to make their losing of us sure by whatsoever means we chose. We paddled slowly up stream in silence, keeping well within the blacker shadow of the tree fringe. When we came opposite the glowing ruins of the hunting lodge, Jennifer backed upon his paddle. “You’11 go ashore?” said he. I said I would, adding: “They have slaughtered poor old Darius, and I am loath to leave his bones for the buzzards to pick.” He made no comment other than to swear in sympathy. When the pirogue grounded, the Indian was out like a cat, to vanish phantom-wise among the trees. I followed In some clumsier fashion, leav ing Jennifer to keep the canoe; but half way up the hill he joined me, and would not turn back for all my urging. “No; hang me if I'll let you out of eye-grip again,” was all he would say; and so we went together, and were together at the seeing of what the glowing ember-heap would show us. Poor Tomas had his sepulture already. His cord had burned in two and let him down so close beside the cabin wall that all the blazing debris from the overhang ing eaves had made his funeral pile. Da rius lay as I had last seen him; and him we burled in the maize clearing at the back, with the ember glow for funeral lights. It was a chanceful thing to do. Since the Cherokees had left their dead and wounded, and Falconnet the body of his trooper who had yielded me the musket, there was small doubt they would re turn. Yet we had time to dig a shallow grave for my old henchman; to dig and fill it up again; and afterward to make a circuit around the burning pile to reach the river side once more. When we had launched the canoe, and were afloat and ready for the start, the Catawba was still missing. “Where is the chief, think you?” I asked; Dick’s answer, if, indeed, he gave me any, was lost in a chorus of ear split ting yells rending the silence of the night like demon cries. Then a single ulula tion, long drawn and fair blood chilling, answered back, and Jennifer swept the p'.rouge stern to strand with a quick pad dlestroke. “That lasf was Uncanoola’s war cry; they’ve doubled back in time to catch him at it!” he cried, “Stand by to drive her when I give the word! Here he comes!" Down the sloping hillside, looking, In the red glow of the ember heap, more like a flying demon than a man, came the Catawba, one hand gripping the scalping knife, the other flung aloft to flaunt his terrible trophies In sight of his pursuers. They were so close upon him that wait ing promised death for all of us; so Jenni fer dipped again to send the canoe a broifli jump from the bank. "Heady!" he cried. ."He’ll take the wa ter like a fish, and we can pick him up afterward—Now!" I heard the clean-cut dive of the Indian, and struck the paddle deep to balance Jennifer s strike. But as I bent to put my back into It, some flying .missile caught me fair behind the ear, and but for Jennifer’s quick wit I should have swamped the crazy shallop. In a flash he jerked me flat between his knees and sent the pirogue with a mighty thrust be yond the zone of fire light. At that, though all the sense was beat en cut of me, 1 was alive enough to hear the savage yells of disappointed rage be hind us; these and the spitting crackle of a dozen rifles fired at random in the darkness. But afterward all sounds, save the rhythmic dip and drip of Jennifer's paddle, faded on the sense of hearing till, as It would seem, this gentle monody of dipping blade and tinkling Mrops became a cstoning lullaby to blot out all* the years that lay between, and make me once again a little child sinking asleep In my young mother’s arms. XVI. HOW JENNIFER THREW A MAIN WITH DEATH. ’Tls a sure mark of healthful sleep that It never makes account of time. No odds how long the night, ’tls but a moment from the lapse of consciousness to its re covery in the morning. But this deep sleep that crept upon me as I lay in the pirogue, listening to the tinkling drip from Jennifer’s paddle, was not of health ful weariness; and when I came awake from it there was a dim and troubled vista of vague and broken dreams to measure off the longest night I could ever remember. The place of this awakening was a bur row in the earth. My bed of bearskins over fragrant pine tufts was spread upon the ground, and by the flickering light of a handful of fire I could see the earth walls of the burrow, which were worn smooth as if the place had been the well used den of some wild creature. But over head there was the mark of human oc cupancy, since the earth-arch was sooted and blackened with the reek of many fires. When I stirred there was another stir beyond the handful of fire, and Jennifer came to kneel beside me, taking my hand and chafing it as a tender-hearted woman might, and asking if I knew him. "Know you? Why should I not?" I said, wondering why the words took so many breaths between. "O Jack!" was all I had In answer; but when he had found a tongue to babble out his joy, I learned the why and where fore. Once more grim death had reached for me, lying await in the twirled toma hawk that set me dreaming of my moth er’s lap and lullaby. For & week 1 had lain here upon the bed of pine tufts, poised upon the brink of the death pit with only my dear lad to hold and draw me back. "A week?’’ I queried, when he had named the Interval. "And you have been here all the time?" "I’ve never left you, save to forage for the pot,’’ he admitted. "I dared not leave you, Jack." "But where are we?" I would ask. "In a den on the river’s edge, a mile or j more above your sacked cabin. ’Tls some ; dodge-hole hollowed out by the Catawbas long ago and shared since by them and the bears, judging from the stinking reek of it. Uncanoola steered me hither the night of the raid." "Then the chief came off safely?" I said, falling into a dumb and impotent rage that the saying of two words should scant me so of strength to say a third. "Right as a trivet—scalps and all,” laughed Jennifer. "He’ll be the envy of every warrior in the tribe when he vaunts himself at the Catawbas’ council fire." I let it rest a while at that, casting about for words to shape a hungrier question. “Have you no news?" I asked, at length. "Little or none," he answered shortly. "But you have had some word—some news—from Appleby Hundred?" I stam mered feebly. "Nothing you'd care to hear," he re joined, evasively, I thought. " ’Tls as you left it, save that Tarleton whipped away to the south again as suddenly as he came, and our cursing baronet has made the manor house his headquarters in fact, lodging himself and all his troop on Mr. Stair. From his lying quiet and keeping the Cherokees in tow, there will be some deviltry afoot, I'll warrant." I knew that Falconnet was waiting for the powd^.* cargo, but another matter crowded this aside. "But—but Margery?" I queried, on sharpest tenter-hooks to know how much or little he had heard. I thought his brow darkened at the ques tion, but mayhap it was only a shadow cast by the flickering fire. At any rate, he laughed hardily. i "She Is well—and well content, I dare swear. Twas only yesterday I saw her taking the air on the river road, with Falconnet for an escort. You told me once he had a sure hand with the women and it made me mad; but, truly, I have come to think you drew it mild, Jack." Now though I could ply a decent ready ' blade, or keep a firing line from lurching at a pinch, I had not learned to put a snaffle on a blundering tongue, as I have ! said before. "Damn him as you please, Dick, and j he’ll warrant it. But you must not judge the lady over harshly, nor always by ap pearances. She may have flouted you as a boyish lover, and yet I think—’’ I stopped In sheer bewilderment, shot through and through with keenest agon ies of remorseful recollection. For at the moment I had clean forgot the gulf im passable I had set between these two. So I would have lapsed into shamed si lence, but Jennifer would not suffer it. "Well, what is it that you think?" he demanded. "I think—nay, I may say I know that she thinks well of you, Dick." I blundered on, seeing no way to put him off. He gripped my hand, and in his eyes there was the light of the old love re awakening. "Don’t lift me up to fling me down again, Jack! How can you know what she thinks of me?" he broke in, eagerly. I should have told him then all there was to tell. He had been trice my savior, and his heart was soft and malleable on the side of friendship. I knew it—knew j that the pregnant moment for full confes sion had arrived; and yet I could not force my tongue to shape the words. Indeed, I saw more clearly than before that p.ever any word of mine could make him under stand that I was not a faithless traitor in I intention. So I paltered with the trwch, I I like any wretched coward of them all. "You forget that I have come to know ! ; her well,” I said. •'I was a month or more under the same roof with her, and ; In that time she told me ma&v thing*" Now, this witless speech was no better than a whip to flog him on. "What things?" be questioned, promptly. "Oh, many things. Bhe spoke often of you.” "What did she say of me. Jack? Tell me what she said," he begged. "It can mako no difference now; she Is less than nothing to me—nay, 'tis even worse than that, since she would play Delilah If she could. But oh. Jack, I love her!—I should love her It I stood on the gallows and she stood by to spring the drop and turn me off:" Truly, If the lash of remorse had lacked Its keenest thong, this passionate out burst of his would have ndded It. None the less, I must needs be weaker than water and fall back another step and put him off. "Another time, Richard. I am strange ly unnerved and dlssy-headed now. By and bj, when 1 am atronger, I will tell you all." Taking a reproach where none was meant, he sprang up with a self-aimed malison upon his lack of care for me, stirred the fire alive and brewed me a most delicious smelling cup of broth. And afterward, when I had drunk the broth with some small beckonlngs of returning appetite, he spread his coat to screen me from the fire light and would have driven me to sleep again. "At any rate, you ahall not talk,” he promised. "If you are wakeful I will talk to you and tell you what little I have gleaned about the fighting." His news was chiefly a later repetition of Father Matthleu’s and Captain Abram Forney’s, but there was this to add: the congress had appointed the Englishman, Horatio Gates, chief of the army In the south, and this new leader was on his way to take command. De Kalb, with the Maryland and Dela ware lines and Colonel Armand’s legion, was encamped on Deep river, watting for the newly appointed gene™!; and Caswell and Griffith Rutherford, with the militia, were already pressing forward to some handgrips with my Lord Cornwallis in the south. Nearer at hand, the partisan war-flre flamed afresh wherever a Tory company met a patriot, and there were wicked do ings, more like savage massacres than fulr-fought battles of the soldier sort. When he had made an end of his small we.r budget, I set him on to tell me how he came to be at hand to lwni> me sc In the nick of time on the night of the cabin sack, “ ’Twas partly chance," he said. "A red coat troop had me in durance at Jennifer house, and while they affected to hold me at parole, X never gave consent to that, and so was kept a prisoner. They shut me In the wlne-bln with a guard, and when the fellow was well soaked and silly, I bound and gagged him and broke Jail. I took the river for It, meaning to outlie until the hue and cry was over; and Just at dusk Uhcanoola dropped upon me and told me of your need. From that tc helping him cut you out of your raffle with the Cherokees waa but a hand’s turn In the day’s work.” "A lucky turn for me,” I said: and then at second thought I would deny the say ing, though not for him to hear. But this was dangerous ground again, and I clawed oft from It like a desperate mari ner tempest-driven on a lee shore; asking him how he had learned the broadsword play, and where he got the antique clay more. He laughed heartily, and more like my care-free Dick, this time. "Thereby hangs a tale. X told you how I was out with the minute men In ’76 at Moore’s creek, where we fought the Scotchman. It was our first pitched bat tle, and I opine it smelled somewhat of severity on both sides—no quarter was asked, and the Tory MacDonalds fought like fiends for King George, small cause as they had to love the house of Han over.” “How was that?” I would ask, being as little familiar with the low country settlement as any native-born Carolinian could be. "They were expatriates for the pre tender's sake, many of them. Mistress Flora's husband was one of the prisoners we took. But, as I was saying, they were torles to a man, and they fought wicked ly. When It was over, the prisoners would have fared hardly but for a wom an. In the thick of the fight, Mistress Mary Slocumb of Dobbs, whose husband was with us, came storming down upon the field, having rode a-gallop some forty odd miles because she dre.imed her good man was killed. She begged for the pris oners, and so Caswell hanged only those who were blood guilty—these and the house burners. A raw-boned piper named McGllllcuddy fell to my lot, and he Is now my majordomo at Jennifer house; as hon est a fellow as ever skirled a pibroch.” •'That was like you,” I said; ”to make a friend and retainer out of your prisoner. And so this Highland piper has been your fencing master, has he?” ” ’Twas ha taught me what little I know of the claymore play; and this stout old blade Is his. ”Tis as good as a wood man’s ax when you have the knack of swinging It.” "Truly," said I. "Also, you seemed te have the knack, and the strength as well, In spite of the crippled arm you were carrying In a sling the night before when they haled you into Colonel Tarleton’s court at Appleby ” "A little ruse or war,” he said, laugh ing and making a fist to show me his arm was strong and sound again. ” ’Twas McGllllcuddy put me to it, saying they would be like to deal the gentler with a wounded man. But how came you to know?” (Continued Next Week.) Two of a Kind. Chicago News: "A man needn't be afraid of lightning so long as he can see It approaching,” said the would-be hu morist. “Same way with a bullet,” observed the solemn party with a far-off look In h’.s off optic. r--i He Didn’t Like Its Taste. Alkali Ike—Bay, wot’s been In that glass? The Waller—Nothin’ but water, sir. Alkali Ike-Well, rlns It out. DOES MAN NEED MEATf Use or Usefulness of Beef Diet a Da* batable Question. New Yonc Herald: The food ques tion Is one that has appealed to man kind from the time good mother Eve tried her dangerous experiment with the forbidden apple. Ilers was the first assertion of appetite which craved for the variety of diet which her num erous and equally venturesome de scendants have strenuously maintained Is the real spice of life. Every since the primitive man ate what he could j get until the present, when his civilize.' brother gets all he can eat and looks ! for new viands to conquer, the cultl | vated Instinct of selection has been an j evolutionary and progressive one, con 1 trlbuting to the "general gayety of na tions." AVe have perhaps gone to the extreme of Indulgence, like spoiled children, but the habit Is a little too firmly seated In the saddle to be bucked uncermonlously In midair by some new and fanciful theory of jerking the curb rein. The scientists tell us we consume too much food, nnd they nre right, so far as they go; but we listen nnd smile and ent on, In spite of their chemical for mulae, their test tube methods nnd their quantitative analyses of relative food values. So, perhaps, It will al ways be. as long ns man. the willful arbiter of his own destinies. Insists up on living to eat rather than eating to live. The real trouble, however with all projected reforms In feeding has been their lack of practical application to actual needs. There is apparently no middle ground for the discussion of general principles of compromise be tween the actual gourmand and the earnest nnd abstemious crank. Theor ies are arbitrary on one side nnd facts are equally stubborn on the other. When the army squad has been fed for weeks on the- accurately estimated food equivalent of certain approved viands, the victims craved an ordinary Indulgence In plain old-fashioned corn beef and cabbage. The limit had been reached, and simple nature made her own cry In her own way. It was ap petite against chemical experiment nnd healthy hunger against mathematical estimates of abstract nutrient forces. These manifestations of natural craving ore, after all, our real safe guards against the purely scientific methods such ns have been applied to the "poison boarders” and the "army squad. " We may Interpret natural laws, but science with all Its learn ing and skiil, cannot alter them. In the face of such a conviction we nre now assured by high standing au-, thorlty that meat Is virtually useless for any of the nutrient purposes so long claimed for It. How much more our bill of fare Is to be trimmed to suit the newer notions of the day Is somewhat difficult to Imagine. Aside from the pure theory of the matter, we may In the end be forced to believe that man was never made for a mixed diet; that his stomach and complicated Intestinal apparatus are merely an accidental survival of use less organs, of which the Insignificant nnd troublesome appendix Is the type. Experience, however, agntnst which there Is never much of nn argument, must prove Its value against the mere logic of arbitrary rules. The hungry man with a Juicy stenk before him will continue his hurtful habit of loading his Btomach with unnecessary fodder In spite of all theories to the contrary. His Instinctive need for Just such nour ishment as he takes will answer all I other questions. He will not care how I much more he can lift, how much faster he can run, or how much more fatigue he can endure, but will simply satisfy his want for the time. And, In spite of crank notions to the contrary, 1b not this the proper and rational wuy of solving the law of de mand and supply upon which our very being Is based? The craving for cer tain varieties of food Is as constant as Its gratification is Imperative. Each tissue makes Its own demands In Its own way and signals appetite to select and nutrition to apportion the multiple supplies for bone, muscle nnd blood. Nutrition, energy and heat are mere ! abstract terms In themselves, and their proper Interpretation can never be safely Intrusted to laboratory tests or chemical formulae. Therefore, let us not be in too great a hurry to adopt new views that are neither Bound, ra tional nor practical. 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