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THE PEARSALL LEADER, PEARSALL, TEXAS
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their habit; but a mortal intrusion on
"Ik argent way could’be fraught only
with visibility..
To reach the point he had in mind,
however, no choice remained; the
eps had to be mounted, and. lower-
ing h ks head and looking dowm, delib-
ately he started. As he proceeded
s solitary figure seemed to become
nore distinct; his presence more ob-
rusive and his echoing footsteps to
resound louder. No indication he had
> n seen or heard, however, reached
in; to all appearances espionage of
his movements was wanting, and only
the saint with the sword at the top of
t he steeple—guardian spirit of the
rock—looked down, as if holding high
gleaming warning of that unwonted
ntrusion.
Yet, though he knew it not, mortal
e had long been on him, peenng
m a window of the abbot’s bridge
arming the way and joining certain
i ni unused chambers, next to the
Governor’s palace, with my lady’s
ode. Against the somber background
of that covered passage of,granite, the
f 'oe looking out would still have re-
amed unseen, even had the young
a, drawing near, lifted his glance.
Phis, however, he did not do; his eyes,
with the pale reflections dancing In
hem, had suddenly fastened them-
es lower; toward another person,
>t far beyond the bridge; some one
i o had turned in from a passage on
the other side of the overhead archi-
tectural link, and had just begun to
’ome dow-n. Jtn old man, with flow-
ng beard, from afar the new'-comer
looked not unlike one of the ancient
:>ri;ids that, in days gone by, had
lighted and watched the sacred fires
of sacrifice In the rock. He, too guard-
ed his light; but one set in the tall,
pewter lamp of the medieval watch-
man.
Twelve o’clock and all’s—” he be-
. on when his glance, sweeping down,
aught sight of the ascending figure,
md, pausing, he leaned on his staff
th one hand and shaded his eyes
with the other.
A half-aavage exclamation of dlsap-
: tment was suppressed on the
young man’s lips; had he only been
this to attain that parallelogram of
darkness, beneath the abbot’s passage,
e would have been better satisfied,
a;3 own eyes, looking ahead, seamed
o say; then gleamed with a bolder
light.
"A sword and blade
A drab and a Jade;
All's one to the King’s men of the army!”
: began to hum softly, as with a
c. v re-'kless swing, quickly he went
up in the manner of a man assigned
me easy errand. At the same time
- patriarch slowly and rather laborl-
iusly resumed his descent, and just
lew the bridge, without the bar of
hadow, the two came together.
“Think you it is too late for his Ex-
cellency, the Governor, to receive a
- sage?” at once spoke up the young-
breaking ofT in that dashing, but
murmured, song of the barracks. \
. at you may learn from the guard
h: the palace,” was the deliberate an-
wer, as, raising his lamp, the wratch-
i held it full In his questioner's
face f
“Thanks! I was] going to Inquire.”
As he answered, at the old abbot’s
v in the bridge above, the face,
king out, bent forward more in-
is then quickly drew back. “Good
ut the venerable guardian of the
t er precinct was not disposed thus
'fitly to part company. “I don’t
to know you, young man.” he
■ i, the watery, but keen and
ul eyes passing deliberately over
the other's features.
Unflinching in the bright
r<- of the lamp, the seeming soldier
ed. "Do you, then, know all at
Mount—even the soldiers?”
i should remember even them.”
■ aa the quiet reply.
'Those, too, but lately brought from
True, true! There may be some of
those—” uncertainly.
“No doubt! So If you will lower
your lamp, which smells rather vile-
From the miscreants it has emelled
at. answered the old man grimly,
obeyed; stood as if engrossed in
recollection his own response
•oked; then turned; walked on, and,
rt r. v moments later, his call, sudden-
remembered, rang, belated. In the
drowsy sir: “Twelve o’clock and all’s
well! A new day, and St.
stood motionless; then, ere the figure,
so vividly defined in shine and shim-
mer, had reached the top of the stair-
way, made an abrupt movement and
swiftly left the window and the pass- j
age.
At the head of the steps, which j
without further incident or interrup- j
tion, he reached, the Black Seigneur, J
stepping to the shadow of a small j
bush against the wall, glanced about i
him; with knit brows and the resolute j
manner of one who has come to some ,
definite conclusion, he le£t the spot of !
observation, almost the apex of the 1
Mount, and plunged diverging to the j
right. From glint and glimmer to dark- j
ness unfathomable! For some time j
he could only grope and feel his way, j
after the fashion of the1 blind; fortu- j
CHAPTER XX1L
The Whirling of the Wheel.
As old as church or cloister, the
massive wheel of the Mount had, in
the past, played prominent part in the
affairs of succeeding communities on
the rock. It, or the hempen strand It
controlled, had primarily served as a
link between the sequestered dwellers,
and the flesh-pots and material com-
forts of the lower world. Through its
use had my lord, the abbot, been ever
enabled to keep full the mighty wine-
butts of his cellars; to provide good
cheer for th<j tables of the brethren,
and to brighten his cold stone interiors
with the fresh greens of Flemish tap-
estry, or the sensuous hues of rugs
and fabrics from seraglio or mosque.
Times less ancient had likewise
('‘laimed its services, and even in re-
cent years, by direction of his Excel-
lency, the Governor, had It occasional-
ly been used for the hoisting of goods,
wares, or giant casks, overcumber-
| some for men or mules.
; Toward this simple monkish con-
: trivance, the summit’s rough lift, or
j elevator, wherein serfs or henchmen
! had walked like squirrels in a cage to
| bring solace to generations of isolated
; dwellers, the Black Seigneur had at
I first stepped impetuously; then
! stopped, hardly breathing, to look over
j his shoulder at the door that had been
left unfastened. An involuntary ques-
tion flashing through his brain—the
j cause of this seeming carelessness
found almost immediate answer in his
mind, and the certainty that he stood
not there alone—a consciousness of
some one else, near, became abruptly
confirmed.
“What are you doing, soldier?”
nately, however, was the path narrow; j voice, rough, snarling, drew swiftly his
although tortuous, fairly well paved, ! glance toward a presence, intuitively
and no serious mishap befell him, ! divined; all undersized, grotesque fig-
oven when he walked forward regard- j
lessly, in feverish haste, beset with !
the conviction that time meant all in 1
all, and delay the closing of the toils !
and the failure of a desperate adven- !
ture. Several times he struck against |
the stones; once fell hard, but picked 1
himself up; went on the faster, only, 1
after what seemed an interminable ;
period, to stop. j
“Am I, can I be mistaken?”
But the single star he could see
plainest from the bottom of the deep
alley, and to which he looked up, an-
swered not the fierce, half-muttered
question; coldly, enigmatically it twin-
kled, and, half-running, he continued
his way, to emerge over-suddenly into
a cooler well of air, and—what was
more to be welcomed!—an outlook
whereof the details were in a measure
dimly shadowed forth.
On one side the low w’all obscured
not the panorama below—a ghost-like
earth fading into the mist, and near-
er, the roof of the auberge des voleurs,
a darkened patch on the slope of the
rock; but in this direction the man
hardly cast a glance. Certain build-
ings ahead, austere, Norman in out-
line that had entered the place but a
few moments before and now appeared
from behind boxes and casks where
he had been about to retire to his
mattress in a corner.
“What do you want?” repeated this
person, the anger and viciousness on
his distorted features, revealed in the
moonlight from the large opening, like
that of some animal unwarrantedly
disturbed. ,
“You, landlord of the thieves' Inn!
And inaction giving way to movement?
on the intruder’s part, a knife that had
flashed back in the hand of the hunch-
back, with his query, was swiftly
twisted from him and kicked aside,
while a scream of mingled pain and
r^ge became abruptly suppressed.
Struggling and writhing like a wild-
cat, Jacques proved no mean antagon-
ist; with a strength incredible for one
of his size, supplemented by the well-
known agility of his kind, he scratched,
kicked and had managed to get the
other’s hand in his mouth, when, mak-
ing an effort to throw off that clinging
burden, the Black Seigneur dashed
the dwarf’s head violently against the
wooden^pport of the place. At once
room to the rocks, several hundred
feet below.
A sudden slackening of the rope—
assurance that the car, at tbe end of
the line, had reached the loading-
spot below without the fortifications—
and the young man straightened; in
an attitude of attention, stood listen-
ing. But the stillness, impregnated
only with a faint underbreath, the
far-away murmur of w’ater, or the just
audible droning of insects near the fig-
trees on the rocks, continued un-
broken. An impatient frowrn gathered
on his brow; more eagerly he bent for-
ward to gaze down, when through the
air a distant sound—the low, melan-
choly hoot of an owl—was wafted up-
ward.
Upqn him at the aperture, this night-
call, Common to the Mount and its en-
virons, acted in magical manner, and
sw'iftlv had he stepped toward the
wheel, when an object, intervening,
stirred; started to stagger to its feet.
At once was the young man’s first im-
pelling movement arrested; but, thus
forcibly drawn from his purpose, he
did not long pause to contemplate; his
hand, drawing the soldier’s sword, held
it quickly at the hunchback’s throat.
“A sound, and you know what to ex-
pect!”
With the bare point at his flesh,
Jacques, dully hearing, vaguely com-
prehending, could, indeed, guess and
the fingers he had involuntarily raised
to push the bright blade aside, fell,
while at the same time any desire to
attempt to call out, or arouse the
guard, was replaced by an entirely dif-
ferent emotion In his aching brain.
Never before had he actually felt that
sharp touch—the prelude to the final
thrust. At the sting of It, a tremor
ran through him, while cowardice, his
besetting quality, long Covered by
growl and egotism in his strength and
hideousness to terrify, alone shone
from his unprepossessing yellow’ fea-
tures. I
“You were brave enough with the
soldiers at your beck went on a de-
termined voice whose ironical accents
in no wise served to alljeviate his
panic. “When you had only a mounte-
bank to deal with! But get up!” con-
temptuously. “And,” as the hunch-
back obeyed, bis crooked legs shaking
in the support of his misshapen frame,
“into the wheel with you!”
“The w’heel!” stammered the dwarf.
“Why—what—”
“To take a little of your own medi-
cine! Pardi! What a voluble fellow!
In with you, or—”
WTth no more words the hunchback,
staggering, hardly knowing what he
did, entered the ancient abbot's ma-
chine for hoisting. But as he started
to walk in the great wheel at the side
of his captor, a picture of the past—
the times he, himself, had) forced pris-
oners to the wheel, stimulating with
jeer and whip—arose mockingly be-
fore him, and the incongruous present
seemed, in contrast, like a black wak-
ing dream.
That it was no dream, however, an
that the awakening would never oc-
cur, he well knew, and malevolently
though fearfully he eyed the rope, com-
ing in over the pulley at the aperture;
to be wound around and around by a
smaller wheel, attached to the larger,
and—drawing up what?
An inkling of the sort of merchan-
dise to be expected, under the circum-
stances, could but flash through his
mind, together with a more vivid con-
sciousness of the only course open for
him—to cry out, regardless of conse-
quences! Perhaps he might even have
done so, but at that Instant—as if the
other had read the thought—came the
cold touch of a bare blade on his
neck; and with a sudden chill, the
brief heroic impulse passed.
CPU BE CONTINUED.)
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—Time It!
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A large fiUy-cent case of Pape's Dia-
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It’s worth its weight in gold to men
and women "who can't get their stom-
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in case of a sick, sour, upset stomach
during the day or at night. It’s the
quickest, surest and most harmless
stomach doctor in the world.—Adv.
about
The Boss .Worrier.
“What’s Boggles worrying
now ?”
“He says radium is $10,000 a grain.’
irmingham Age-Herald.
Doctors Say:
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Free sample and 100 of our 17,000 testi-
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id
Kinder Skittish.
A good old niammy of ante-bellum
days went into a shoe store and asked
for “a pair of ever’day shoes—small
tens.” The clerk selected 'a pair of
men’s heavy plow shoes for her and
she seated herself to try them on.
The cierk remained standing in front
of her. She glanced up and asked:
“Honey, is you all gwlne to stan’
dere while I tries ’em on?”
The clerk answered: “Why, no.
auntie; I’ll move on if you wish it.”
She said: “Please do, honey, ’cause
I’se white folks raised and I’se kinder
skittish.”—Chicago Post.
Penalty of Having Too Much Rope.
“I note that Mexico is again peeved
at the United States,” commented Bat-
sin Garrett. “This reminds me of
the familiar yarn of the negro
who was about to be hanged for the
murder of another negro, and after a
lengthy and rambling farewell to the
world addressed the widow who, fat,
black and pessimistic, sat in front
of the scaffold: *De ^awd in his in-
finite wisdom has done fuhgiven muh
sins and innickerties, and now I axes
yo’, Sistah Wadkins. to fuhgive me.
and—’ 'Aw, git hung, nigger!’ impa-
tiently interrupted the bereaved lady.
'Git hung!’ Mexico having been given
an abundance of rope, I am grimly
awaiting the inevitable ou<.come. I am
of the same attitude of mind, too, to-
ward the person or persons, as the
case may be, who has or have, been
so long messing with anti muddling up
the gas situation.”—Kansas City Star.
More Important Than Success.
The most important thing in a man's
life is that which he has been striving
at. All that he actually accomplished
was dependent to a considerable ex-
tent on purely accidental circum-
t, ca-ses.
•realiza-
Ruskin.
stances, and, in the beat <
proved only a far inadequate
tion of hi# intentions.—John
“Slowly Mending.”
Dr. Lyman Abbott, who is. as Is
well known, an anti-suffragist, toid, at •
a recent luncheon in New York, an
anti-suffrage anecdote. “Two suffrag- j
ists,” he said, "were talking one eve-
ning at the club over a game of bil-
liards. ‘How is your husband?' the ;
first tasked. ‘Slowly mending, thank
you,' the other answered. ‘Slowly
mending? But I didn’t know he was
ill!’ ‘He Isn’t ill,* the other suffragist
explained, laughing heartily. ‘He’s
slowly mending my khaki riding
breeches.’ ”
Too Optimistic.
“I will yet see the time when the
law is no respecter of persons.”
“Then you'll be in an asylum.”
SPEAKS FOR ITSE-UF
Experience of a Southern Man.
“Twelve O'clock, and All’s—”
d and a blade
and a jade—
lied away on the seeming soi-
l’s, as the watcher on the
looking down to follow first
rtlng figure of the old custq-
isaed quickly to the opposite
and, from this point of vant-
ed up after the young man
vanishing In the track of the
it. A moment the onlooker
line, absorbed his attention to the ex-
clusion of all else, and toward them,
with steps now alert and noiseless, he
stole; past a structure that seemed a
Aubert j 6raall salle des gardes whose window
afforded a view of four men nodding
at a table within; across a space to
another passage, and thenco to a low
door at the far corner of a little tri-
iy begun, above his angular spot, alongside the walk and
near a great wall. At once the young
man put out his hand to the door;
tried It; pushed it bjtek and entered.
Before him a wide opening looked out
at the sky, framing a multitude of
stars, and from the bottom of this
aperture ran a strand, or rope, con-
necting with an indistinct object—a
great wheel, which stood at one side!
ail belligerency left the hunchback,
and, releasing his hold, he sank to the
ground.
An instant the intruder regarded the
inert form; then, going to the door,
latched and locked it with a key he
found inside. - Having thus in a meas
ure secured himself from immediate
interruption without—for anyone try-
ing the door would conclude the wheel-
room vacant1, or that the dwarf slept
there or In ;the store-house beyond—
the Black Seigneur walked to the ap-
erture, and reaching up, began to pay
out the rope from a pulley above. As
be did so, with feet braced, he leaned
over to follow in its descent a small
car along the almost perpendicular
planking from the mouth of the wheel-
Maker of Death Mask*.
Sculptor -U. S. J. Dunbar, maker of
many death masks, has added an-
other, that of Clara Barton, founder
of the American Red Cross society,
for the National museum. He has
made death masks of Judge W. Q
Gresham. Chief Justice Waite, Su-
preme Court Justices Bradley and I£at-
thews, Fred Douglass, FYank Hat-
ton, Senator Beck, General Joseph E
Johnson and Admiral Stevens.
Plague of SnaHs.
A plague of snails is reported from
the island of Ceylon, part of which is
overrun by the animals. Alj vegeta-
tion is devoured as soon as it appears,
and the natives have found it neces-
sary to co-operate against them.
Trenches are dug to stay their prog-
ress. and they are k.’T'*- from the trees
by making a eircle on the ground
around the trunks of cork or fiber,
impregnated with tar or pitch.
“Please allow me to thank the origi-
nator of Postum. which in my case,
speaks for itself,” writes a Fla, man.
“I formerly drank so much coffee
that my nefvous evstem was almost a
wreck.” (Tea is just as injurious be-
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found in coffee.) “My physician told
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days. That was a year ago and now’
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vinced.”
Name given by Postum. Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Write for *copy of the
little book, “The Road to Wellvllle.**
Postum comes in two forms:
Regular Postum—must be well
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Instant Postum is a soluble powder.
A teaspoor.ful dissolves quickly :n a
cup of hot water and, with cream and
sugar, makes a delicious beverage
instantly. Grocers sell both kind*.
“There’s a reason” for Postum.
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