The watchman and southron. (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, November 14, 1906, Image 2

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?j Beverly i ?j Graustai CHAPTER HL EPONDEROUS coach lumbers slowly, almost painfully, alon, the narrow road that skirt? the base of a mountain. It wa .drawn by four horses, and upon th "Seat sat two rough, unkempt Russians SK? holding the reins, the other lyinj tesk hi a lazy doze. The month wa .Jtoue, and all the world seemed sof <ttd sweet and joyous. To the righ ffewed a turbulent mountain stream ItoHmg savagely with the allen water) trf the fiood season. Ahead of th? creaking coach rode four horsemen ?fi heavily, armed; another quartets followed some distance in the rear At the side of the coach an officer ol the Russian mounted police was rid fag easily. Jangling his accouterments With a vigor that disheartened at leas*, .one occupant of the vehicle. The win ??ows of the coach doors were lowered permitting the fresh mountain air tc caress fondly the face of the young woman who tried to find comfort iii .?one of the broad seats. Since eariy ?morn she had struggled with the hard? ships of that seat, and the late after ooon found her very much out of pa ?tienes. The opposite seat was the rest Xng place of a substantial colored wo? man and a stupendous pile of bags and *exes. The boxes were continually Hloppiiixg over, and the bags were for? ever getting under the feet of the once ??acid servant, whose face, quite luck Sly; was much too black to reflect the ?nger she was able otherwise, through ..years of practice, to conceal. ~How much farther have we to go, lieutenant ?" asked the girl on the rear ?eat plaintively, even humbly. The man was very deliberate with cir English. He had been recommended ~$s> her as the best linguist in the serv? ice at Radovitch, and he had a repu -tattier, to sustain. *It another hour is but yet," he man ?Sed to inform her, with a confident -?mite. **Oh, dear," she sighed, "a whole hour ibisr **TTe soon be dar, Miss Bev'ly. XE&* 3^0* mak' up yo* min' to res' easyrlike, eui* we"- But the faithful cid colored Hsromaii 5 advice was iost in the wrath Cux exclamation that accompanied an? other dislodgment of bags and boxes* "-53ie wheels of the coach had dropped 'Soddenly into a deep rut. Aunt Fan ?^s growls were scarcely more potent than poor Miss Beverly's moans. *3t is getting worse and worse," ex t?almed Aunt Fanny's mistress petu? lantly. "I'm black and blue from head <to foot, aren't you, Aunt Fanny?" ~Ah cain' say as to de blue, Miss >Bev53y. - Hit's a mos* monstrous bad ?ssd, sho 'nough. Stay up dar, will -yo"*?" she concluded, jamming a bag teto an upper comer. &Gss Calhoun, tourist extraordinary, .ggaln consulted the linguist in the sad t?e. She knew at the outset that the -quest would be hopeless, but she could thiaV: cf no better way to pass the next - Lour yj-an to extract a mite of informa -Uon from the officer. ^ "^Now for a good old char," she said, ^beaming a smile upon the grizzled Rus? sian "Is there a decent hotel in the ^ViDager'" she asked. "<?!hey were on the edge of the village ! '"before she succeeded in finding out ali ?iShafc *he -could, and it was not a great ! SuieaL, either. She learned that the town ?f Balak was in Axphain, scarcely a ; mi?e from the Graustark line. There ! "was sn eating and sleeping house on toe main street, and the population of <he place did not exceed 300. When Miss Beverly awoke the next ^B?rhrng, sore and distressed, she look back upon the night with a horror *?bat sleep had been kind enough to in %ffrnpt only at intervals. The wretched .?BSfelry lived long in her secret cata? logue of terrors. Her bed was not a %ed; it was a torture. The room, the stable, tlie-but it was all too odious for s02Scriptiou. Fatigue was her only -S?end in that miserable hole. Aunt Sunny had slept on the floor neur her 1 ^tofctress' cot and it was the good old .?o?oped woman's grumbling that awoke Beverly. The sun was climbiug up the 'mountains in ?he east, and there was .?an air o* general activity about the $tace. Beverly's watch told her that it iras past S o'clock. "^Good gracious I" she exclaimed. ""ITs nearly noon, Aunt Fanny. Hurry =?^0^ here and get me up. We must Se&ve this abominable place in ten min izte?v." She was np and racing about *Befc' breakfast" demanded Aunt .3?aaan.y weakly. .Xaoodaess, Aunt Fanny, is that all you Ciirk about?' **We'l. houey. yo*ll be thinkin* mourgb.y s?:?ous 'bout breakfas' 'ions Wshds 'le*,;en o'clock. Dat li'l tum oy o' yournll be pow'ful mad 'cause .^o' didn' " .'Very well, Aunt Fanny, you can ".~2JL along and have the woman put up ! .a breakfast for us. and we'll eat it ou the road. I positively refuse to eat i ?jDother mouthful in that awful dining I CV?OD, I'll be down in tea minutes." Sh? was down in less. Sleep, no matter how hard earned, had revived ?ier spirits materially. She pronounced J -herself ready for anything. There was -"?* wholesome disdain for the rigors of .tse-ODming ride through the mountains ?m the way she gave orders for the The Russian ofE er met lier ? :*.. .:**V*?"''V-?-*"*>:. .*.:".'.ir*- >:~**.? r s? By i? GEORGE BARR gp g| SCUTCHEON, g?? Autbor of "Gr\u*t?rk" ?f?VvST.' .. .1 Vvv* tu lt ^v'-v-*.. J:^?V:: Copyriobt 1904. br Dodi $j??>* Mead and Goow .fvTv.'?ik just "outside The entrance Tb The "Inn." He was less English than ever, but he eventually gave her to understand that he had secured permission to escort her as far as Ganlook, a town In Graustark not more than fifteen miles from Edelweiss and at least two days from Balak. Two competent Axphain ian guides had been retained, and the party was quite ready to start He had been warned of the presence of brigands, in the wild mountainous passes north of Ganlook. The Rus? sians could go no farther than Gan? look because of a royal edict from Edelweiss forbidding the nearer^ ap? proach of armed forces. At that town, however, he was sure she easily could obtain an escort of Graustarkian sol? diers. As the big coach crawled up the mountain road and farther into the oppressive solitudes Beverly Calhoun drew from the difficult lieutenant con? siderable information concerning the state of affairs in Graustark. She had been eagerly awaiting the time when something definite could be learned. Before leaving St. Petersburg early in the week she was assured that a state of war did not exist. The Princess Yetive had been in Edelweiss for six weeks. A formal demand was framed soon after her return from America re? quiring Dawsbergen to surrender the person of Prince Gabriel to the author? ities of Graustark. To this demand there was no definite response, Daws bergen insolently requesting time in which to consider the proposition. Axphain immediately sent an envoy to Edelweiss to-say that all friendly relations between the two govern? ments would cease unless Graustark took vigorous steps to recapture the royal assassin. On one side ci the unhappy principality a strong, over? bearing princess was egging Graustark on to fight, while on the other side an equally aggressive people defied Ye? ti ve to come and take the fugitive if she could. The poor princess was be? tween two ugly alternatives, and a struggle seemed inevitable. At Balak ?t was learned that Axphain had re? cently seat a final appeal tc the gov- ! eminent of Graustark, and it was no . secret thnt something like a threat ac- ; companied the message. Prince Gabriel was in complete con- ? trol at Serros and was disposed to laugh at the demands of his lute cap? tors. His half brother, the dethroned Prince Dantan. was still hiding in the fastnesses of the hills, protected by a small company of nobles, and there was no hope that he ever could regain his crown. Gabriel's power over the army was supreme. The general pub? lic admired Dantan, but it was helpless ia the face of circumstances. ? "But why should Axphain seek to i harass Graustark at this time?" de? manded Beverly Calhoun in perplex? ity and wrath. "I should think the ; brutes would try to help her." "There is an element of opposition to the course the government is tak? ing," the officer informed her in his own way, "but it is greatly in the mi? nority. The Axphainians have hated Graustark since the iast war, and the princess despises this American. It is an open fact that the Duke of Mizrox leads the opposition to Princess Volga, and she is sure to have him beheaded If the chance affords. He is friendly to Graustark and has been against the policy of his princess from the start" Td like to hug the Duke of Mizrox," cried Beverly warmly. The officer did not understand her, but Aunt F?nny was scandalized. "Good Lawdl" she muttered to the boxes and bags. a As the coach rolled deeper and deep? er into the rock shadowed wilderness Beverly Calhoun felt an undeniable sensation of awe creeping over her. The brave, impetuous girl had plunged j gayly into the project which now led j her into the deadliest of uncertainties with but little thought of the conse? quences. The first stage of the journey by coach had been good fun. They had passed along pleasant roads, through quaint villages and among interesting people, and progress had been rapid. The second stage had presented rather . terrifying prospects, and the third day j promised oven greater vicissitudes. Looking from the coach windows out i upon the quiet, desolate grandeur of j her surroundings, roor Beverly began ! to appreciate how abjectly helpless and j alone she v as. Her companions were ; ugly, vicious looking men, any one of whom could inspire terror by a look, j She had intrusted herself to the care ; of these sir. nge creatures in the mo- j ment of inspired courage, and now she was cons-:.. ;:;;>.] to regret her action, i True, the;- ha 1 proved worthy pro? tectors as far as they had gone, but the very possibilities that lay in their power were appalling, now that she had time to consider the situation. The officer in charge had been rec? ommended as a trusted sen-ant of the czar; an American consul had secured the escort for her direct from the fron- | tier patrol authorities. Men high in j power had vouched for the integrity j of the detachment, but all this was for- j gotten in the mighty solitude of the mountains. She was beginning to fear her escort more than she feared the brigands of the hills. Treachery seemed printed on their backs as they rode ahead of her The Dig officer "was ever ponte and al but she was ready to distrust him the slightest excuse. These men co not help knowing that she was r; and it was reasonable for them to s pect that she carried money and jevs with her. In her mind's eye she co picture these traitors rifling her b and boxes in some dark pass, and tl there were other horrors that aim petrified her when she allowed hen to think of them. Here and there the travelers pas: by rude cots where dwelt woodmen ? mountaineers, and at long interval? solitary but picturesque horseman st< aside and gave them the road. As coach penetrated deeper into the goi signs of human life and actvity came fewer. The sun could not se his light into this shadowy tomb granite. The rattle of the wheels a the clatter of the horses' hoofs sounc like a constant crash of thunder in 1 ears of the tender traveler, a dali morsel among hawks and wolves. There was an unmistakable tren in her voice when she at last fou heart to ask the officer where they w< to spend the night. It was far p: noon, and Aunt Fanny had suggest opening the lunch baskets. One of 1 guides was called back, the leader 1 ing as much in the dark as his chari "There is no village within twei miles," he said, "and we must sleep the pass." Beverly's voice faltered. "Out hi in all this awful"- Then she caug herself quickly. It came to her suddt ly that she must not let these men s that she was. apprehensive. Her voi was a trifle shrill and her eyes gliste ed with a strange new light as s went on, changing her tack complete) .'How romantic! I've often wanted do something like this." The officer looked bewildered a] said nothing. Aunt Fanny was speec less. Later on, when the lieutenant hi gone ahead to confer with the guid about the suspicious actions of a sm* troop of horsemen they had seen, Be erly confided to the old negress that si was frightened almost out of her bool but that she'd die before the m< should see a sign of cowardice in Calhoun. Aunt Fanny was not i proud and imperious. It was with di ficulty that her high strung young mi tress suppressed the wails that ha long been under restraint In Aunt Fa ny's huge and turbulent bosom. "Good Lawd, Miss Bev'ly, dey'U che us all to pieces an' take ouah jewl'i an' money an' clo'es an' ev'ything eli we done got about us. Good Lawi le's tu'n back, Miss Bev'ly. We ah got no mo' show out hean in des mountains dan a" "Be still. Aunt Fanny!" commande Baverly, with a fine show of couragi "You must be brave. Don't you se we can't turu back? It's just as dai gerous -.md a heap sight more so. I we let on we're not one bit ai'rai they'll respect us. don't you sot, arr men* never? harm women whom the, respect. ' "Umph.T grunted Aunt Fanny, witl exaggerated irony. "Well, they never do!" maintainei Beverly, who was not at all sure abou it. i "And they look like real nice mei -honest men. even though they hav< ?uch awful whiskers." "Dey's de wust trash Ah even di( iee," exploded Aunt Fanny. ' "Sb! Don't let them hear you," whis pered Beverly. In spite of her terror and perplexitj she was compelled to smile. It was all so like the farce comedies one sees at the theater. As the officer rode up his face was pale in the shadowy light of the after? noon, and he was plainly very nerv? ous. "What is the latest news from the front?" she inquired cheerfully. "The men refuse to ride on," he ex? claimed, speaking rapidly, making it still harder for her to understand "Our advance guard has met a party of hunt? ers from Axphain. They Insist that you -'the fine lady in the coach'-are the Princess Yetive, returning from a se? cret visit to St. Petersburg, where you went to plead for assistance from the czar." Beverly Calhoun gasped in astonish? ment It was too incredible to believe. It was actually ludicrous. She laugh? ed heartily. "How perfectly absurd." "I am well aware that you are not the Princess Yetive," he continued em? phatically, "but what can I do? The men won't believe me. They swear they have been tricked and are panic stricken over the situation. The hunt? ers tell them that the Axphain author? ities, fully aware of the hurried flight of the princess through these wilds, are preparing to intercept her. A large detachment of soldiers is already across the Graustark frontier. It is only a question of time before the 'red legs' will be upon them. I have assured them that their beautiful charge is not the princess, but an American girl, and that there is no mystery about the coach and escort. Ali in vain. The Axphain guides al? ready feel that their heads are on the block, while as for the Cossacks, not even my dire threats of the awful an? ger of the white czar when he finds they have disobeyed his commands will move them." "Speak to your men once more, sir, and promise them big pursos of gold when we re.-.eli Ganlook. 1 have no money or valuables with me. out there ? I can obla in plenty," said Beverly, shrewdly thinking it better that they should believe her to be without funds. The cavalcade had halted during this colloquy. All the men were ahead con? versing sullenly and excitedly with much gesticulation. The driver, a stol? id creature, seemingly indifferent to all that was going on, alone remained at his post. The situation, apparently dangerous, was certainly most annoy? ing. But if Beverly could have read the mind of that silent figure on the box. she would have felt slightly re? lieved, for he was infinitely moro anx? ious to proceed than even she, but from far different reasons. He was a Rus? sian conv :t who bad escaped on the j way to Siberia. "Disguised as a coach- j man, he was seeking life and safety in j Graustark or auy out of the way place. ! It mattered little to him where the es- j cort concluded to go. He was going ahead. He dared not go back; he must go on. At the end of half an hour the officer ! returned. All hope had gone from his face. "It is useless!" he cried out. ! "The guides refuse to proceed. See! j They are going off with their country- ' men! We are lost without them. I do not know what to do. We cannot get to Ganlook. I do not know the way, and the danger is great. Ah, madam, here they come! The Cossacks are go- j ing back." As he spoke the surly mutineers were riding slowly toward the coach. Every man had his pistol on the high pommel of the saddle. Their faces wore an His only thought was to get away. j ugly look. As they passed the officer one of them, pointing ahead of him with his sword, shouted savagely, . "Balak!" It was conclusive and convincing. ? They were deserting her. ; "Oh, oh, oh! The cowards!" sobbed Beverly in rage and despair. "I must go on! Is it possible that even such men would leave" She was interrupted by the voice of the officer, who, raising his cap to her, commanded at the same time the driv? er to turn his horses and follow the escort to Balak. "What is that?" demanded Beverly In alarm. , From far off came the sound of fire? arms. A dozen shots wnre fired and reverberated down through the gloomy pass ahead of the coach. "They are fighting somewhere in the . hills "in front of us," answered the now ' frightened officer. Turning quickly, be saw the deserting horsemen halt, listen a minute and then spur their horse*. He cried out sharp];* to the driver: "Come, lucre: Turn rouud! Wo hr ve no time to lose!" With a savage grin, the hitherro motionless driver hurled some insult- : lng remark at the officer, who was a?- ' ready following his men. now in fu;i flight down the road, and, settling him- : self firmly on the seat, taking a fresh , grip of the reins, he yetted to his ! horses, at the same time lashing their ' furiously with his whip, and started the coach ahead at a fearful pace. His only thought was to get away as far as possible from the Russian officer. ? then deliberately desert the coach and i its occupants and take to the hills. CHAPTER IV. HOROUGHLY m-stmeu by the action of the driver and at ! length terrified by the pace that carried them careening along the narrow road, Beverly cried out to him, her voice shrill with alarm. Aunt Fanny was crouching on the floor of the coach between the seats, groaning and praying. "Stop! Where are you going?" cried : Beverly, putting her head recklessly through the window. If the man heard ' her he gave no evidence of the fact ? His face was set forward, and he was j guiding the horses with a firm, un- j quivering hand. The coach rattled j and bounded along the dangerous way j hewn in the side of the mountain. A j misstep or a false tum might easily i start the clumsy vehicle rolling down the declivity on the right. The convict was taking desperate chances and, with a cool, calculating brain, prepared '< co leap to the ground in case of acci- ! dent and save himself, without a j thought for the victims inside. "Stop! Turn around!" she cried in a 1 frenzy. "We shall be killed. Are you j crazy:" By this time they had struck a de- i scent in the road and were rushing ; along at breakneck speed into oppress- ! ive shadows that bore the first im- j prints of night Realizing at last that her cries were falling upon purposely deaf ears, Beverly Calhoun sank back into the seat, weak and terror stricken. ! It was plain to her that the horses were uot running away, for the man had been lashing them furiously. There was but one conclusion-he was delib- ? erately taking her farther into the I mountain fastnesses, his purpose ? known only to himself. A hundred tor- : rors presented themselves to her a*> . she lay huddled against the side of the coach, her eyes closed tightly, her ton- j ] der body tossed furiously about with j ? the sway of the vehicle. There was the > , fundamental fear that she would be j j dashed to death down the side of the i ? mountain, but apart from this her . ? quick brain was evolving all sorts ot' : possible endings-none short of abso lute disaster. Even as she prayed that something might intervene to check the mad rush and to deliver her from the horrors of the moment the raucous voice of the ] driver was heard calling to his horses, I - and the pace became slower. The aw- j 1 ful rocking and the jolt inc: grew less " severe, the clatter resv?v< ? itself into a I broken rumble, and then the coach stopped with a mighty lurch. Dragging herself from the corner, poor Beverly Calhoun, no longer a dis? dainful heroine, gazed piteously out Into the shadows, expecting the mur? derous blade of the -driver to meet her as she did so. Pauloff had swung from the box of the coach and was peering first into the woodland below and then upon the rocks to the left. He wore the expression of a man trapped and seek? ing means of escape. Suddenly he dart? ed behind the coach, almost brushing against Beverly's hat as he passed, the window. She opened her lips to call him, but even as she did so he took to his heels and raced back over the road they had traveled so precipitously. Overcome by surprise and dismay, she only could watch the flight in si? lence. Less than a hundred feet from where the coach was standing he turn? ed to the right and was lost among the locks. Ahead, four horses, covered with sweat, were panting and heaving ?:S if in great distress after their mad inn. Aunt Fanny was still moaning sud praying by turns in the bottom of the carriage. Darkness was settling clown upon the pass, and objects a hun? dred yards away were swallowed by the gloom. There was no sound save the blowing of the tired animals and the moaning of the old negress. Bever? ly realized with a sinking heart that they were alone and helpless in the mountains, with night upon them. She never knew where the strength and courage came from, but she forced open the stubborn coach door and scrambled to the ground, looking fran? tically in all directions for a single sign of hope. In the most despairing terror she had ever experienced she started toward the lead horses, hoping against hope that at least one of her men had remained faithful. A man stepped quietly from the inner side of the road and advanced with the uncertain tread of one who is overcome by amazement.' He was a stranger and wore an odd, .uncouth garb. The failing light told her that he was not one of her late protectors. She shrank back with a faint cry of alarm, ready to fly to the protecting arms of hopeless Aunt Fanny if her uncertain legs could ca rry her. At the same instant another ragged stranger, then two, three, four or five, appeared as if by magic, some near her, others approaching from thc? shadows. "Who-who in heaven's name are you?" she faltered. The sound of her own voice in a measure restored the courage that had been paralyzed. Un? consciously this slim sprig of southern valor threw back her shoulders and lifted her chin. If they were brigands they should not find her a cringing coward. After all, she was a Calhoun. The man she had first observed stop? ped near the honors' heads fend peered intently al her from beneath a broad and rakish hat. lie was tali and ap peared to be more respectably clad TJian Ids fellows, although there^vas not one who looked as though be "pit? sessed a complete outfit of wearing ap? parel. "Poor wayfarers, may it please your highness," replied the tall vagabond, boving low. To her surprise>he spose In very good English. His voice was clea r, and there was a tinge of polite lroriy in the tones. "But all people are alike in the mountains. The king and the thief, the princess and the jade live in the common fold." And his hat swung so low that it touched the ground. "I am powerless. I only implore you to take what valuables you may find and let us proceed unharmed!" she crif*'l rapidly, eager to have it over. ..pray, how cnn your highness pro ceec.V You have no gui le, no driver, no escort," said the man mockingly. Beverly looked at him appealingly, ut? terly without words to reply. The tears were welling to her eyes, and her heart was throbbing like that of a cap? tured bird. In after life she was able to picture in her mind's eye all the details of that tableau In the moun? tain pass-the hopeless coach, the steaming horses, the rakish bandit and his picturesque men, the towering crags and a mite of a girl facing the end of everything. "Your highness is said to be brave, but even your wonderful courage can "Ok, yo.i won't Lilt us?" avail not! lng i.-. t: is instance." said the leader pleasantly. "Your escort has fled as though pursued by some? thing stronger than shadows; your driver has deserted; your horses are half dead; you are indeed, as you have said, powerless. And you are, besides ill these, in the clutches of a band of inerei^ss cutthroats." [TO BB CO?'IXNUJLL?.] Donnd tc Dinagrree. Hicks;-The idea of his marrying Miss boxley! Why, he's a dyspeptic! Wicks -What bas that to do with It? She ias plenty of money, and- Hicks [hat's itwi it. She'll never agree with tim; she'** too rich.-Exchange ALEXANDER GETS SIX YEARS: Former Wealthy Augusta Cotton Fac? tor Plead Guilty to Charge of Em? bezzlement. Augusta, Ga., Nov. 6.-Thomas W. 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