HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Lucknow Sentinel, 1919-10-02, Page 6A SON OF COURAGE
BY ARCHIE P. McKISHNIE
Copyrighted by Thomas Allen.
Synopsis of Preceding Chapters.
Billy Wilson, who lives with his
father :.nd stepmother and her son
Anson, is the leader among the boys
of Scotia, a pioneer settlement near
Lake Erie. Cobin Keeler, one of the
trustees, tells the new teacher,
Mr. Johnston, about his predecessor,
Frank Stanhope, s.’ho was blinded
while trying to save horses from a
burning stable. A will made by a
wealthy hermit, Scroggie, in Stan
hope’s favor, could not be found.
Scroggie’s namesake and apparent
heir takes possession. Twin Oaks
store is robbed. Harry O’Duie finds
the stolen goods in old Scroggie’s
cabin, known as the haunted house.
Hinter, middle-aged and well-to-do,
goes wooing Erie'Landon, loyal sweet
heart of Stanhope, and daughter of
the invalid lighthouse keeper.
CHAPTER XIII.—(Crat’d.)
Hinter held out his hand. “Well1,
good night, Miss Erie,” he said. “I’ll
be up again soon, with some books
for you.”
“But you mustn’t go without having
a cup of tea and a bite to eat.” she
protested. “Please sit down and I ll
nave it ready in a minute.”
He shook his head. “Not to-night, ;
thanks. You’re tired, and I’ve a long
ride before me Next time I come
we’ll have tea,” he promised as he
turned to shake hands with Landon.
“Your guardians are with you I sup
pose?” said Erie, as he turned to go. |
He laughed, “Sphinx and Dexter,'
you mean? Yes, they are out in the'
stable with my horse. By the way,!
they didn’t see you last time we were !
here, and they seemed to feel pretty i
badly about it. Would you mind step-'
ing outside and speaking a word to j
them?” he asked. “They are very'
fond of you, you know.”
She shivered. “And I’m. very fond
of them, only,” she added as she fol
lowed him to the door, “I never know
whether they want to eat me up or
caress me.”
“You won’t forget to come back
again soon, Hinter?” called the sick
man. “It does me a sight of good to
see you and1 get the news: from the
Settlement.”
“I’ll return soon,” Hinter promised.
“Don’t worry about anything. A
speedy recovery—and: good night.”
A full moon was veiling lake and
bay in sheen of silvery whiteness as
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yourself and myself who can1 do what
you are doing now, though.”
She looked up quickly. “And may
I ask who* that is?”
“Certainly; it’s younig Billy Wilson.
You know—the lad who is al’ways
roaming the woods.”
“Yes,” she said softly. “I know
him perhaps better than1 most folks
do. I am not surprised that he can
handle these dogs, Mr. Hinter.”
He glanced at her closely, struck
by the odd note in her voice. “He
seems a manly little chap,” he said.
“I must get to know him better.”
“You may succeed,” she replied,
“but I’m afraid you would have to
know Billy a long tim? to know him
well.”
She bent and gave the dogs a fare
well pat; then moved like the spirit
of the moonlight to the house. “Good
night,” she called softly from the
doorway. ,
“Good night,” he echoed.
Five minutes later he was riding
the two-mile strip of sand between
the lighthouse and the pines, the
Great Danes close behind. When he
reached the timber he reined: in to
look back over his shoulder at the
tall white tower with its ever-sweep
ing, glowing eye. Then, with a sigh,
he rode forward and passed into the
darkness of the trees. Half way down
the trail he dismounted1 and, after
hitching his horse to a tree and com
manding his dogs to stand guard,
plunged into the thickly-growing pines
on the right cf the path.
Half an hour later he came out
upon the lake shore. Quickly he
scraped together a pile of drift wood.
He applied a match to it and as fire
leaped up stood frowning across the
water. Then, as an answering light
flashed from some distance out in the
lake, he sighed in relief and seating
himself on the sand lit his pipe. After
a time the sound of oars fell on his
ears. A boat scraped on the beach.
Two men stepped from it and
proached the fire.
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CHAPTER XIV.
Old Harry Turns a Trick.
Maurice Keeler, wan, hollow-eyed,
and miserable, was seated on a stool
outside the door in the early morning
sunlight. Near him sat his mother,
peeling potatoes, her portly form ob-
... ux aurc. wiuwuvaa o soured by a trailing wistaria vine.Hinter and"* Erie" went out "into %he What Maurice had endured during his
August night. Eastward the long pine!,two weeks with the measles nobody
covered Point swept a dark line' kneY b^, ™s.e f • His days had been
against the grey, shadowy rush-land®, i loneI<’ fill,0d remorse that he had,
Somewhere among the hidden ponds; ever been born to give people trouble.
mallards and grey ducks were quack-!and care; his nights longer even than1
Ing contentedly as they fed. A swamp! ,e, day®- Hideous nightmares had
coon raised his almost human cry as 1 robbed1 him of slumlber. Old Scroggie’s
he crept the sandy shores1 in search Byosbri?iad visited him almost nightly,
of the frogs whose tanging notes . e Twin Oaks robbers, ugly, hairy
boomed from the boglands. I ^ants aroied with red-hot pitchforks,
Man and girl paused for a little ’bad Ji'Ound^him to n tree and applied
drink 'in the beauty'of the" night'and, °r cr^’ alo,ud for help? Even Billyh his
the sounds of its wild life. Then Hin-' d^a.resb chum, had sat and laughed
ter stepped to the stable and opened i Wltba11 the mouths of his eight heads
the door. “Come boys,” he command- a^ , P®in- Of course he had awak-
ed and the two great dogs came bound- ! 0110d bo learn these were but dreams;
ing cult to leap upon him with whines : bu^ to a boy dreams are closely akin
of welcome, then on to where the b° Area bty.
girl stood, waiting, half eagerly, half
frightened.
“Gently now,”
i
time on the strip of white sand to his feet.~ What use to^struggle;
is not known, for just at this juncture
a high-pitched voice came to her from
the garden gate. “Get hold cf him,
Missus Keeler an’ wring his black
neck.”
Mrs. Keeler, who heard the voice
without ■catching Mrs. Wilson’s words,
struggled up. Croaker promptly sail
ed over to Maurice for protection1. The
boy broke the string attached1 to the
note from Billy and reaching behind
him secured from a plate a scrap of
the dinner he had left uneaten. “Here
Croaker,” he whispered, “'grab it
quick. Now; back you go where things
are safe,” and he tossed the bird into
the air. Croaker flew to a tree-top
and proceeded to enjoy the reward of
service well1 rendered1.
1 Maurice glanced at the message,
then his face fell. “Oh blame it all!”
he muttered, “another of Bill’s sign
letters; looks like a fence that’s been
struck by lightning”
j The several1 long perpendicular lines
■ were possibly intended to represent
the forest, but what was meant by the
two vertical lines and the crosses di-
: rectly beneath them Maurice did not
> know. Also there was a crudely
I drawn circle and, inside it, a small ! square. Maybe this was supposed to
represent a hollow stump with a
squirrel-trap in it, thought the per
plexed Maurice. With a sigh of dis
gust he turned the paper over. Then
his eyes brightened. Written .there
in Billy’s cramped hand were these
words with characters:
Ke to safer kode
woods
robers
me and old marie
beried lute
come at onse
Maurice stared. So that was it!
Billy and1 old Harry had found the
goods stolen from the Twin Oaks
store. There were doin’s—big doin’st,
and Billy wanted him in on ’em. He
leaned over to secure a view of his
mother and Mrs. Wilson. Mrs. Keel
er had removed her wet apron and
was now seated on the bench beside
her neighbor, listening to the latest
gossip.
“That Jim Scroggie, the heir, has
come back, an’ he’s rented the Stanley
house,” Mrs. Wilson was saying.
“They say he’s goin’ to cut down the
big woods an’ sell the timber. I guess
he intends stayin’ right on, ’cause he
brought his housekeeper an’ his two
children, a boy and a girl, with him.”
“Is he tollable well-to-do?” Mrs.
Keeler asked.
“Why yes. I understand he’s rich
as porcupine stew,” said Mrs. Wilson.
“What he wants to come here fer,
stirrin’ up trouble, is beyond all
knowin’. They met up with my man,
Tom, on the road yesterday an’ they
stopped him. Scroggie told him any
time he wanted to bore fer water he’d
put in a rig an’ Tom needn’t pay a
cent if he didn’t get him a well.”
“Land o’ Liberty! but he was gen
erous!” cried Mrs. Keeler.
“Tom said he’d think it over an’
let him know. I guess he was pretty
short with Scroggie, knowin’ as he
does that the woods an’ land rightly
belong to young Stanhope.”
“That it does,” agreed Mrs. Keeler,
indignantly. “An’ him, poor young
man, helpless through loss of his eye
sight and all. You heard1, of course,
that Frank Stanhope and Erie Landon
had broke their engagement?”
“Ye's, everybody who knows ’em
both an’ loves ’em both has heard that.
But w’hat else could they do? Jjle’s
not able to support a wife—the little
farm is only enough fer himself, after
that Burke an’ his wife are paid fer
j workin’ it and lookin’ after ^the house,
! an’ he’s too high-spirited to ask Erie
to share his burden and poverty.”
Mrs. Keeler gulped and reached for
her apron, but recollecting that she
had hung it up to dry, rubbed her eyes
' on her sleeve. “Gobin says that young
man is jest about heartbroke, spite o’
the smile he wearsi,” she said. “Tries
so hard to be cheerful, too, in spite
of all. Preacher Reddick had supper
with us last 'Sunday night an’ he said
the teacher was the finest specimen
of Christly example he’d ever seen.”
Mrs. Wilson cleared her throat.
“They do say that Mr. Hinter visits
the lighthouse regular every week.
Have you heard that, Missus Keeler?”
“Yes, an’ I’m wonderin’ why?”
Mrs. Wilson rose and smoothed
down her skirt. “Weil I wouldn’t go
so far as to say I know why, but I
have my suspicions.,” she declared.
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for a September
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The Baby’s
Candles that burn
birthday,
Wreathed round
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As you go upward in your radiant
dying,
Carry my prayer to God.
Tell Him she is so small and so re
bellious,
Tell Him her words are music on
her lips,
Tell Him I love her in her wayward
beauty
Down to her finger tips.
Ask Him to keep her brave and true
and lovely,
Vivid and happy, gay as she is now;
Ask Him to let no shadow touch
beauty,
No sorrow mar her brow.
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her
forAll the sweet saints that came
her baptizing,
Tell them I pray them to be always
near;
Ask them to keep her little feet from
stumbling,
Her gallant heart from fear.
Candles that burn for a September
birthday,
Set round with asters and with
goldenrod,
As you go upward in your radiant
dying,
Carry my prayer to God.
—Aline Kilmer.
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------J. _________________________~ _____1JHinter cautioned : Si®a™ and outs^de where he could,
and. they stretched themselves at her catch the wood-breeze and smeil the ■
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tn hnv fires. He wondered how many years he
had been away from it all. How old
■ was he now? Why didn’t his mother
answer his questions? He did not
j realize that his voice was weak; he “I’mVfraid bad f°rg°Hen that his mother was
“But mv deaf. All he knew was that nobody
vou see 1 oared a hang for him any more, not
clutched at the bandage at his throat,
as though to tear it off and hurl it
from him. His head sank weakly
back against the wall, and the tears
came to his eyes.
Suddenly those eyes opened wide.
Was he dreaming again or did he hear
the low croak of a crow? He twisted
his head. There at his feet sat Croak
er. The crow’s beady eyes were fas
tened on him.. Suspended from its
neck was a cord and attached to the
cord was a piece of yellow wrapping
paper.
Maurice’s white face slowly expend
ed in a grin. He glanced in the di
rection of his mother, then held outj
. his hand to the crow with a lov spoken, ■
“Gome Croaker, ol’ feller.”
But Croaker shook his he 1 and'
’ backed away, emitting a string of un-i
: intelligible utterances.
“Come Croaker,” pleaded Maurice'
I again. But the crow was obdurate. I ' It is barely possible that he failed to ■
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boy’s altered looks or perhaps he ex-1
■ pected a glimpse of the reward which j
j was always his for the performing of;
i a service. With one backward look j
I from his bright eyes., he spread his
i short wings and sailed across to Mrs.
' Keeler, settling on her shoulder with
; a harsh croak, whereat that greatly-
j startled lady sat down on the gravel,
; her lap full cf dirty water and po-
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he’s so interested in a man sick with
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Mrs. Keeler looked at her sagely.
“Erie would never marry any man like
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“You can’t tell what a girl ’ll do
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dubiously. “But there now,” she
I broke off, “here I am visitin’ away
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home, ready fer the oven. When I
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could I find. I know that Billy has
lugged ’em off somewheres to use as
bath-tubs fer his birds and lizards;
so, thinks I, 11’11 jest run over an’ ask
i Mrs. Keeler fer the loan of hern.”
(To be continued.)
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