Fontenoy Farrell or, the Dashing Young Scout of the Irish Brigade

Fontenoy Farrell or, the Dashing Young Scout of the Irish Brigade

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\ Down from tbe tree eprang 11 Corm, alighting bebind tbe young girl on Captain Heald'11 charger, hurling that officer to the ground. The same voice continued: "Now for the Fr1>ncb camp, then death to rascals! l" .


. PLUCK A N'D ; LUCK INued weekly-Subscription price, $4.00 per year! Canada,$4.llO; Forel1rn, Sl!.00 Harr y E. W ollrJ_Publleher, Joe., Ult Weit 23d Stree-t, New York, N Y. Entered as Second-Clase Matter, rebi:uary :w. U>U. a t the Post-Ofllce at New York, N. Y .. under the Act of March 3. 1879. No. 1416 NEW YORK, JULY 22, 1925 Price 8 Cents. FONTENOY FARRELL / OR, THE DASHING YOUNG scouT OF THE IRISH BRIGADE B/' ALLAN ARN O LD CHAPTER !.-The Dashinl? Younl? Scout Flanders was for a lonl? time the principal battle-l?"l"ound of the great armies of Europe. as it may become again at no very distant dav. About the middle of the last century war was declared between the French on one side and the English and Dutch on tb.e and large armies were soon put in motion toward the old seat of war. Kini? Louis of France roached into Flanders at the head of nearly eiJ?hty thousand men. the celebrated Marshal Saxe beinl? the. actual com mander of the host. The French commenced by laying siel?e to Toumay, a verv strongly-forti fied place situated on the banks of the River Scheid. While they were thus enJ.!'aged the Duke of Cumberland, the l!"reatest Enl!"lish l!"eneral of the time. landed a large army at the mouth of the river, where they were joined by a Dutch contini?ent, and the united forces marched to relieve Tournay by defeatinl!" the French army in the open field. Marshal Saxe knew that be had a b 1 ave and skillful l!"eneral to contend with. and tlarmy was composed of veterans who hau been traineu to war in the battle-fields of Europe, yet he did not hesitate to engage in a struggle which was destined to be as important in history a s that of Waterloo itself. although En1?lish writers are not inclined to dwell on the subject. Leaving about twenty_ -five thousand of his men to continue the siel?e of Tournay Marshal Saxe put.his army in motion and ma neuvered to intercept his powerful foe. Amonl? thos e who thus marched out to encounter the English army was the famous Irish Bri1?ade. which was composed of men who were banished from their own country by the oppressive laws of the En1?lish invader. Great was the joy in the Irish camp that nil!"ht when it was announced that the brig ade was to march forth to meet their En1?li s h foe once more. The first person who brou1?ht in telliJ.?enc e of the English armv was a dashinl? younl? s cout named Fontenoy Farrell, connected with the Irish Brigade. Having lived in hi s native villal?e until he ,.oioined the Brigade, two years before, the younJ? scout was thQJoughly acQuainted with the country around, and he had already distinguished himself by bold acts during the early part of the campaign. When the lad was about thirteen years of al?e he. paid a vi sit to with his father and mother. Captain Farrell was a J?reat dreamer and a firm believer m his own predictions. On a certain morninl? on appearing at breakfast with his wife and son he said to the good lady: "My dear, I had strange dreams last night. and I know that somethinl? very important is J?oilig to happen soon." Beinl? encoura1?ed to relate his dreams, the old soldier said to them: "I dreamt that war broke out again, and that our bri1?ade was ordered to battle. Then I that we were drawn up on the side of a hill overlookinl? a vUlag-e, which I recognized very readily. That village was Fontenoy, where you became my wife, and where our son here was born and re11-red. Then I heard the sounds of battle, and we were ordered to get ready for the charge. At that moment a cannon-ball came alonl? and struck me on the head. Then I knew no more till I woke up." Both mother and son listened attentively, and when the old captain had concluded the lady said: Certainly, dear husband, but I hope that your dream will never come tru as I would not like to see the dear old home a prey to war, and I have no desire at all to become a widow." The g-rim pld soldier gave a sil!"h, and shook his head as he responded: "Soldiers must fight and die, my dear, and vil la1?es will be destroyed in war. Mark my words for it, Fontenoy will become famous in history, and for that reason I request you to call our boy here after his native village hereafter." The l?OOd woman smiled a1?ain at the strange reQuest, while the lad himself said: "I never liked the name of Fritz, and I do like our old home. Do call me Fontenoy FaITell hereafter, mother, and I'll be a soldier like my father and take part in the great battle he predicts." In less than a week after the prediction war broke i>ut with Austria, and Captain Faqell marched away with the Irish brigade. The brave old \Veteran was killed by a cannon-ball in the first enj?agement. just as he had predicted ancj his widow retired to her native village with her son. About four years after, and when Fontenoy Farrell was a strapping lad of seventeen, he joined the famous brigade in which his father had served and returned .to France with it. Just


2 FONTENOY FARRELL two years after his enlistment in the Iris h brig ade he marched into F1ander s again, to take part in the siege of Tournay, and in the memorable battle that was to follow. Fontenoy Farrell soon became a general favorite with the Irish lads of the brigade. Though born in F1ander s and hav inl!' a F1emi s h mother, the dashing; handsome youth could sing an Irish song and dance a jig as well as any of them. Before the French army moved out of the trenches before Tournay the scouts were sent abroad to di s cover "the whereabouts and the s trenl?'th of the Englis h army if possible. Fontenoy Farrell wa,s a and he was the fir s t to strike on the enemy at a point s ome thirty mile s be y ond oWn native village, and he then rode back with all s peed to inform his colonel of the fact. On returning throu11:h the village the young man stopped for a few moments at hi s mother's hou s e, where he was a l s o attracted by a young gfrl who was slightly related and who was making her home there at the time. During that interview his father's prediction was recalled again, the young scout sayin11:: "I am certain, mother, that a great battle will be fought around here soon, and I beg of you to hasten to our camp at the first approach of the enemy, providing that we do not advance beyond here to give them battle." The timid woman promised to obey her son's advice and she at once commenced to make prep arations for the journey. On reachinll:' the French camp and making his report the youngman was advised to take Some .hours rest, as it would be necessary for "him to start out before very long all:'ain. Instead of retirinll' to r'est, however, young Farrell conversed with some of his :voung companions. to whom he related his father's pre diction for the fir s t time. That prediction s oon flew throull'h the Irish camp, and thousands learned for. the fir s t time that such a nlace a s Fontenoy appeared on the man of Flanders It was fully nine o'clock that night when Fontenoy Farrell was led to the tent of the commander general by his colonel. They found the great soldier reclining o a sofa with a s mall map before him, and it really anpeared to the active young man as if the old warrior would soon fight his last battle, so ill did he se e m. After learning who the younll man was from Colonel Dillon, Saxe pointed to a spot on the ma11. saying: "I understand that y ou were born at that vil lage, sir." "I was general. " Then y ou can 11:ive me correct information regard in I!: the country about there?" "I can, _l?"eneral." After receiving the information required a s to the locality, the French general continued : "I understand that you are the messenger that brought us information of the enemy this eve ning?" "'I had that honor, f'eneraf" The general then made certain inquiries a s to the distance of the enem y when verceived by the young man, and on receiving the vroner answers h e asked: "If y ou were to receive instructions would y ou venture clo s e to the enemy and make notes a s to their movements, strength, and the evident intentions of their general ? "I will venture into the very center of their camp if s o ordered, general.'' answered younl!' Farrell in firm but modest tones. In less than an hour after Fontenoy Farrell was riding toward his native village disguised as a peasant and mounted on a stronlZ' Flemish horse. On reaching the village in a downpour of rain, he found the inhabitants very much excited and his own mother's cottag-e In flames. AlthoulZ'h very indignant and excited, the young scout did not betray himself, even when informed that his mother and her youn2' cousin had been borne Jlway a s vrisoners b y a party of Dutch troopers commanded by Captain Frank Held, who was als o related to Mrs. Farrell. The excu s e IZ'iven for the outrage by the younlZ' Dutch officer was that Fontenoy Farrell was a scout in the service of F:t;j.nce, and that his mother had a l s o been giving information to the enemy. BurninlZ' with indignation, but still suppressin11: his ral!'e in the presence of those who may recognize him, Fonte noy Farrell rode away out of the village, muttering to himself: "I know the 11:ame that hound Frank Held is playing, but I will baffle him if I have to strike him dead in the mid s t of his own men." The young scout pressed on over an hour, when he was apnroaching a small village in. which he perceived lights moving around. "Maybe it i s Frank Reid's party, and I will leave my hors e here and steal around to the tavern on foot." A s Fontenoy Farrell was thoroughly acquaint ed with the he had little or no difficulty in skirting the village, even on that dark and stormy niv-ht, and when he did apnroach the tavern by the back way his surmises were veri-. fied. Captain Held and s ome fifty troopers oc cupied the tavern and the outhouses and they had pickets on the roa

/ FONTENOY FARRELL 3 and the actions of the enemy in tryinf? to push :forward and seize it verified his surmises. After studyingthe whole affair over without perceived by the troopers around the stable, Fontenoy Farrell made up his mind as to his course of action. AlthouS?h Captain Fraf\k Held had been an old schoolmate of his, it was two years since they had met, and that two years of service in the French> army had altered younf? Farrell's appearance very much. Besides beinf? well disS?uised on that stormy niS?ht, the younf? scout of the Irish BriS?ade was covered with mud from head to foot after his hasty jour ney through the drenching rain, and he felt quite safe in venturinf? into the tavern in the character of a belated countryman seekinf? refreshment. Before enterinf?, however, he cast his eye alonf? the road leadingto Fontenoy, when he perceived that about a dozen of the mounted troopers were drawn up there, as if to intercept any stray travelers movinf? toward the French lines. One S?lance around the public room of the tavern caused the youngscout to utter a mental exclamation of surprise. At the larS?e public table sat his mother and her youngcousin, Emma Held, in the act of partakjngof some refreshments. while placed between them appeared Captain Held. It was well for Fontenoy Farrell that he had splendid control of himself at the time, as he was fairly dazed at the scene thus presented to him. Puttingon a.11 the roug-h ways of a country boor, however, the young scout took a seat at the end of the table and called for some bread and beer. Without pretendingto notice them much, he. kept a strict watch on the three persons at the other end of the table, and he was still more amazed on finding that his mother al)peared to be perfectly hapny in the company of her cousin. Mrs. Farrell was still a handsome buxom woman some few years under forty as she was only a young j!;irl when she married the g-allant Irish officer, who was then past the prime of life. Captain Frank Held was a handsome, tall youngman of twenty-two, and he was very popular with frivol ous youngladies. Emma Held was a handsome, sensible g-irl of seventeen. She was the sole he'iress to a considerable fortune, and Mrs. Farrell was her g-uardian. As the youngscout li s it became very apparent to him that his mother was not aware that her home had been burned, that she reS?arded Captain Held as her best friend, and that Emma shared in the same belief. While the youngscout was PU'zzlinf? hi s brain as to how he should work out the quandary he was in, another actor entered on the s cene in the person of a sober-lookinP" man, whom he recognized as a clerg-vman of the village where they were then stopping-. On the appearance of the clergyman Captain Held addressed him in welcome tones, and then led his lady friends upstairs, where they were followed by the man in black. Fontenoy Farrell became fearfully excited on witnessingthe actions of those s o near to him, and his agony-was increased bv hearing the landlord of the inn exclaim: "They will make a handsome pair." The Irish blood in the young scout's veins be came heated to a boiling point on hearingthat the dissolute and intrj'guing Frank Held was about to wed sweet Emma Held, and he dashed up the stairs to interrupt the ceremony without takingany heed of the. consequences. When the excited youngman did burst into the room where the ceremony was about to take place, Frank Held and the young-S?irl were standinf? before the clerS?yman. Without uttering a word, the excited youth burst into the room and dealt Captain Held a blow on the side of the head with a rottgh walk inS?-stick which he carried. The dashingvoung scout had scarcely dealt the blow when he seized Emma Held around the waist, rais. ed her in his arms and bore her out of the room, as he whis pefed into her ear: "I am Fontenoy Farrell. Are vou crazv to think of marryinf? such a scoundrel?" The young-girl had swooned while Fontenow was bearing her down the stairs. The landlord attempted to stop the dashinf? young man as he was bearinghi s insensible relative toward th:e door, but Fontenoy gave him a blow with his stick and hurled him aside. Gainingthe front door with his burden, the youngscout darted to the rig-ht, while the utmost uproar prevailed behind them, as the drag-oons came rushingin by the back way. Leapinga low fence, and still graspingthe light form of the g-irl in. his arms, Fontenoy g-ained a small g-arden at the side of the tavern and pushed on to the rear at full speed. One cry did escape from her ere Fontenoy could whisper into her ear: "Be silent on your life, Emma, as I am vour cousin Fontenoy, and I. am here to save you from that desig-ning-wretch." The young-girl became silent as she recognized the voice, but the single cry escapingfrom her had attracted the attention of those who were rushingfrom the tavern, and several of the troopers darted th_roug-h the g-arden in pursuit. CHAPTER IIL-On the Road to Fontenoy: When youngFarrell heard the cries of the troopers after him he had just g-ained the edge of the wood where he had left his horse. On hearingthe cries of his pursuers, his scoutinginstincts became aroused, and he addressed the youngg-irl, saying: "Can you run with me, dear Emma? If I am captured they will put me to death." "Yes, yes, g-ood Fonte," was the instant reply, as the youngg-irl glided out of his arms and pushed on through the wood with him at a smart pace. Feeling that there was no time for explanation, the youngscout pressed on with his companion, and they soon g-ained the spot where the strongFlemish hors e was secured to the branch of a tree. Placing the young girl in front of him on the horse, the youngscout turned the animal out tow.ard the road, and they were soon back on the road to Fontenoy, while the daring fellow muttered to himself: "We will escape them now, and I can S?ive Marshal Saxe information of the approach of the enemy." The youngman then thoug-ht of his mother, and they had not proceeded very far when he addressed the young-g-irl before him, saving-: "Good Emma, what the t meaning of vour very strang-e journey and bearingtonig-ht ?"


. .j, FONTENOY FARRELL "Did you not know, F.onte? Why, we w.ere hasteninl!.' with Captain Held to res cue _you of course. "To rescue me? On m y honor, I do not understand you, .Emma." "Were y ou not taken prisoner by the Enl!.'li s h this eveninl!.' ? "Not I, l!,'ood cousin. I have never been a prisoner in the hads of the enemv." A few words uttered b v the l!.'irl were ouite sufficient to convince the vounl!.' scout that she and his mother were the victims of a foul t>lot and that Captain Held had u s ed his own name in order to entice them from Fontenoy and make Emma his wife as soon a s po s sible. While un;('inl!.' on his steed lie addressed the l!.'irl al!.'ain, however, savinl!.': "But whv this hasty marriage, good Emma?" "I knew not what I was doinl!.'. Frank Held informed us that you were in the English line s and condemned to death a s a sny, and he swore to set you free before m o rning-." "'fhen your hand and fortune were to be the rewards for saving mv life?" "That was your mother s s uj!'g-estion, Fonte, and I obeyed 'her. Is it true that y ou were not taken prisoner by the Englis h at all?" "Quite true, 11:ood Emma, but I fear that I will fall into the hands of the Dutch troopers now. Then I will be certain to suffer death, a s I am within their lines in disguise. The dogs burned our house in the village tonight. "Let me dismount and s ave yourself, Fonte," she. cried, "as the horse will then bear you faster. ''It would make no difference, good Emma, and I will die ere I have to leave you in the oower of that wretch!" Then he turned his horse into a thick woods. "Bend down over the horse's neck now, so as to avoid the branches, arid fear not but we will escape them yet." After they had proceeded a short di stance Fontenoy Fa:rrell drew up and listened, and they could then hear the tramplingof hors e s feet alonl!.' the road beyond them, and he whispered to hi s companion, savinl!' : "Th. ey have not miss ed us on the road in the darkness and if we can gain the river path we can slip around the bridl!.'e and escape them. I must 11:ain the French camp tonig-ht at all haz ards The voungs cout had scar cel y uttered the w ords when five or s ix dark forms darted alon11: the path toward them, and before he could urg-e the hors e on a11:.ain a hand was on the brid le while a familiar voice cried out: SurTender, vou dog of a s p y. Relea sin11: his hold on the young-girl on the in stant, F ontenoy Farrell struck at the speaker with hi s heavy s tick, and Captain Frank Held went dow n before him the s econ d time that nig-ht The dashing y oun1r spy then sprangfrom the hors e, leavingthe trembling girl cling-ingaround his neck, while four of the troopers on foot closed in on him brandis hingtheir s word s and threateninll:' hi m with in stant de ath if he did not su r r e n der. He did succeed in knocking aside two of his foe s when Captain Frank Held spran11: to his feet al!.'ain, 'tand drawinl!.' a pistol he vointed it at his youn11: cousin's preast, savin11:: "Surrender, you rascally spy, or I'll put yoG to death on the instant." A scream of terror burst from the youn11: ll:'irl and she then cried: "Oh, Frank Held, do not fire on your hfe, as that is our own cousin Fontenoy." "Fontenoy Farrell!" exclaimed the treacherous officer, as he stared at the_rough figure before him. "It is impossible, a s he was a prisoner to night in the En11:lish camp. The diversion gave the young scout the chance he was lookinl! for as his assailants drew back a little at the moment, and he made a sudden dart into the dense wood. a s he yel1ed aloud: "I am Fontenoy Farrell, you treacherous do11:1 and I will defeat you toni11:ht vet." "After him, men; he is an impostor and a spy, Fire on him and brin11: him down Fearing arres t in his character of a peasant, the only weapon worn bv the younl!' scout was the stout cudl!.'el. which he had already used with so much effect, and as he dashed alon11: throug:h the wood, with the cries of his pursuers .rin11:in11: in his ears. he said to himself: "Would that I had a pistol to put an end to the career of that scoundrel. Can it be really pos s ible that he believed I was a prisoner in the hands of the En11:lish ? I cannot understand his actions, but he was always a designinl!.' doir." Captain Held only sprang a few paces away from the youn11: girl in the purs uit,. when he ran back to her again saving: "What .a strange adventure, Emma! Is it oos sible that that is Fonte Farrell?" "It is Fonte Farrell, and he declares that he was not a prisoner in the hands of the En' g:lish. Captain Held Why have y ou s o deceived us?" After callin11: back his men the youn11: officer led the horse, on which the youn11: 11:irl was still mounted, back toward the road, as he replied in the most earnest tones: "On my honor, Emma, I was po sitive that he was in the En11:lis h camp to-ni11:ht under sentence of death. I trust he will e scape now, and I will fully explain myself when we return to the tavern." The youn11: officer then turned to l!.'ive orders to his troopers to hasten back to the tavern. and placinl!.' the younl!.' girl on his own s plendid horse, s aid to her: "Dear Emma, the clergyman awaits us vet. and you will become my bride. "Never!" ran11: out a shrill voice above them. Then down from the branch of a tree sprang a dark form, alightinl!.' behind the youn11: girl on Captain Held's s plendid charl!,'er, and hurlin11: that officer to the lr!'ound again, while the same voice continued crying: "Now for the French camp, and then death to all lying-ras cal s. On the next in stant, a nd before the startled troope r s could stop him, Fontenoy Farrel was das hin g away on the fine s teed, -with the vounr girl before him. CHAPTER IV.-Fontenoy's Double. Whe n the young scout' burst into the room to bear away the bride no one was more surprised than his own silJlpleminded mother. On leaviJUr ,,


FONTENOY FARRELL his old home in the-afternoon Fontenoy had in formed his mother that he expected to be sent out on another scoutinl?' trip soon after reaching the French camp, and she looked for him to pass throul?'h the villal?'e before night-fall. although there was another route th'at he could take on the other side of the river. Being very much alarmed over the approach of the English army,_ and fearing that a great battle would take place in the neil!.'hborhood, the_g-ood womn was busy at work that nil!.'ht with Emma in preparing to move to the camp of the Irish .Bdgade when Captain Held and his Dutch troopers dashed sud denly into the villal?'e. Mrs. Farraell was not alarmed at the appearance of her young relative, even though he was fighting-against her son. While Mrs. Farrell knew that her son did not like Frank she was not aware that they had ever Quarreled, and she had always treated her young re-lative with extreme kindness and courtesy. captain Held and his men rode straine:ht to Mrs. Farrell's house without stopping, and the young man at once dismounted and entered the house, where he was received with the u sual kindness. He then hastened Ito inform his cousin that Fontenoy had been captured as a spy by the, advancing Enl?'li s h that evening, that the al.J.ied armies would occupy Fontenoy and the neighboring country on the followinl?' morning, and that the village would certainly be destroyed. The good woman was fearfully agitated about her brave son, and so was Emma. Captain Held also intimated that the mother of the spy would :suffer, unless under the protection of one in favor with the English generals. In a word, the scheming rascal so worked on the fears of the timid women that they were only too glad to accept his aid and advice. The burning of the old homestead was really an accident, as it was caused by the upsettinl?' of a lamp in the hands of one of the troopers left behind to brinl? on later information about the French. Before the other village was reached Emma had consented .to become the captain's bride. a s a reward for his rescuing Fontenoy Farrell from the hands of the English. Captain Held really belived that the younl?' scout was in the power f!f the English, and that he was condemned to die on the following morning. When he s wore rescue the condemned youth, however, C aptam Frank Held had not the slightes t thought of fulfillinl? his promis e. When Captain He .Id and about a dozen of hi s troopers ro d e away i_n pur suit of the daring intruder who had earned off the promised bride, Mrs. Farrell and the clergr man anxiou s ly awaited their return in the mam apartment of the tavern. While the a nxiou s mother was thus waiting a strong bod y o f English dragoons rode up to the tavern and halted there. A rough voice then was heard outside, crying: "Bring the pris one r in here." An Englis h officer then entered the tavern, followed by four dragoons dragginga voung man with them. On seeing the prisoner Mr s. Farrell sprang at him on the instant and fiun_g arms ar ound his neck, while she exclaimed: "My dear son, my Fontenoy, they must not put you to death." The young prisoner repulsed the woman as well as he could with his arms bound behind him, while he dare d at her with deep disi;rust as he cried: "You are mi staken, woman, as I have no mother. I s this a part of the plot to ruin me?" The agitated woman started back in amaze ment at being thus repuls ed, while the English officer seized her by the arm, sayini;r: "One moment, madam. What is your name and where do y ou come from, as I see that you are a traveler!" The anxious mother did not answer on the moment as she wa s staring at the youth who had denied her, while officer again demanded: "Speak out, mad am. What is your nameand where do you com e from?" "My name i s Farrell, sir." A satis fied s mile appeared on. the officer's grim face a s he demanded : "Is that younl?' man your son?" "I was certain he was my son when I embraced him, but I am in doubt now." "That doubt will not s ave the prisoner's life, you may be certain. madam. Have you a son, and what is his name?" Without replyinl?' to the question the perJ>lexed woman advanced clo s e to the prisoner al!.'ain and stared at his eye s ere s he cried: "That is not m y s on." "Beware, woman! You are the wife of a rebel Irish officer, an d y ou will receive no mercy at our hands. It i s u s ele ss for you to deny your son here, as he has been recognized by several who know him to be a scout and a spy in the service of the French. His name is Fontenoy Farrell, and he will die in hi s native villal?'e in the morning:" "And I tell you that you are mistaken, Colonel Barron," cried the you_gman. "My name is Gilbert Bronson, I am a native of Brussels, and I have never been connected with the French army. If I am put to death as a SPY you will regret it." "Heaven be praised, cried Mrs. Farrell, "it is not my son at all, and my brave Fontenoy is safe. I pity you, good y outh, as you do res emble him so much. _It is extraordinary." "This farce will not save your s on, madam, as we are assured of his identify. His cou s in, Captain Held, besides several others, recognized him tonight," said the Englis h officer." Wh y here is Captain Held now," cried the woman, a s that officer strod e into the tavern, saluting the Enl?'lish officer before he turne d to stare at the pris oner. "Captain Held,' cried the Englis h c olon e l "is, not this pers on the French scout a nd S P Y known a s Font eno y Farrell? "There i s a mi stake, Coloner Barro n That pers on is not Fonteno y Farrell. as I h a v e good reas on to know. If y ou w ill o blige m e with a private interview I will explain matters." The baffled man then drew th_e Englishman a s ide and gave him an account of his adventures with the darlinl?' young s cout of the Irish Brigade, being very careful in thEl meantime not to ex plain -his own private motives in bearinl?' away Mrs. Farrell and the younl?' l?'irl. Colonel Barron was astonished at the audacity of the young scout, and he said: "Then 'the rascal will give information of our


/ 6 FONTENOY FARRELL atlvance to the enemy, as he was certain to have picked up news while loitering in your track." A clatter ofhoofs was heard outside at the momen't, and Captain Held ran to the door, crying: 1 "Here are my men back now." !'And we bear a prisoner with u s captain," cried one of the Dutch troopers." "It is the rascal who stole away the girl." A cry of exultation burst from Captain Held as he sprang out into the road, while Mrs. Farrell gasped out in piteous tones: "It is my dear son." It was real Fontenoy FarreJI who was soon led into the tavern as a prisoner by the Dutch troopers, who were followed by Captain Held, crying: "Where is the young girl?" The young scout of the Iris h Brigade laughed in derision, ere he responded: "Your dear bride is safe in the French camp ere now, Frank Held, and she wiH inform Marshalr Saxe of the advance of the English to surprise him." "We. have the real Fontenoy Farrell now, colonel, and you will know how to deal with him," said Frank Held. The word s were spoken in such low tones that the others could not overhear them, and Colonel Barron smiled in a ssent, as he responded: "We will settle. with the fellow." The grim English officer then turned to Fontenoy Farrell, saying: "Then you admit, prisoner, that you are in the s ervice of the French?" "I am in the se rvice of the Iris h Brigade, as my brave father was before me." ... And you were taken a s a s py within our lines?" "I was taken while rescuing a younglady from the hands of a sc oundrel who lieo to her in the mo s t shameful manner for his own vile pur poses." The brave young scout then turned on Captain Held, saying : "When y ou purchase another horse, F.rank Held; see that he is heavy enough to carry double at full speed. I was in a fair way of escaping to-night, only that the steed was faltering under Emma and I. and it was all important that she sho uld escape from one who was wedding her in order to thoroughly protect her.". "Out with the impudent rascal and hang him on the nearest tree," cried Colonel Barron. "Spare my brave son," cried Mrs. Farrell, as she sprang forward and clasped her arms around Font.enoy's neck. O h, good Frank, plead for your cou s in ." The young s cout was torn from his mother's embrace and led out a!i he cried: "Don't despair, mother, as I will live to fight against the English t yrants yet. Long live France and the Iris h Brigade!" The poor woman attemuted to follow her brave s on, but the s oldier s held her while Colonel Barron turned to the otlrn1 prisoner, saying: "You had a narrow escape, young sir, and y ou w ill be kept under arrest untjl I am certain. that you are not connected with that vo unir viper. What -alarm is that out there?" The sounds thus heard were the trampin2 of horses and the cla s hingof steel, and the cries' ringingout on the. stormy niirht were: "Strike for France 'and Erin, boys!" the way for the boys of/ the Irish Brigade!" When Mrs. Farrell heard the joyful shouts she elapsed her hands and exclaimed: "Dear Fontenoy is saved! Heaven hie my old friends of the Irish Brigade!" Then loud above the din of the strife and the storm outside arose the voice of the dashing. young scout as he thundered forth: "To the rescue, brave friends of the Irish Brigade! On throug-h the English dog-s and save a comrade from the hangman's rope!" When Fontenoy Farrell was compelled to save his cousin from capture bv springing from the hc;>rse, which could not bear them both in safety, the younJr Jrirl obeyed his advke and rode to the village of Fontenoy as fast a s she could. The young scout. endeavored to escape into the wood, but the troopers were too clo se on him, and he was overpowered after knocking two of them down with his ('eavy cudirel. When Emma Held arrived at Fontenoy she found the place in possession of the cavalrv regiment of the Irish Brigade, sent forward by General Saxe to forestall the English in their forward ment. The young girl at once ha,stened to inform the colonel in command of the advance of the English and capture of the young s cout. Two hundred men were at once sent forward to the rescue. And those were the gallant fellows now charirinJr to the rescue of Fontenoy Farrell. The troopers under Colonel Barron fullv eQualed the men of the Irish Brigade in point of numbers not counting the horsemen with Captain Held, and the allied force made a gallant stand, even though they were at first surprised by the head longdash of their enemies in the darkness of the storm. CHAPTER V.-Fontenoy Finds An All y . The troopers under Colonel Barron were ac' customed to obey all orders in the promptest manner, and in the face of all dangers. A larger apple tree s tood in the center of the. garden, and under it the four troopers dra_g-g:ed Fontenoy Farrell, one of them holding his hand on the brave young fellow 's mouth so that he coul tl not call out to his fighting comrades on the road. 1The boys of the Irish rlrove their t,oe s before them at the first onset, forcinJr them back in front of the tavern, but Colone l Barron rallied his men right gallantly and thev made a brave stand. The Dutch trooperR under Captain Held rode out from the stabl e at the time, and se t on with stubborn couraire. as if eager to show their English allies they could rely on them in the coming campaign. The stout opposition thus encountered seemed to madden the lad s of the Irish Brigade. and they pressed on with redoubled fury, R houtingtheir. fierce native war-cries with a vim that was only equaled by their resistless and c1eadly blow&. The Dutch troopers could not stand that fierce .. _,. onslaught, and th-ey broke and fled in dismay, bearing their captain with them. On pressed, : the furious boys of the Iris h Brigade, and back /


FONTENOY FARRELL before .them reeled their ancient foes. In the demoralized troopers which is a little while be meantime Fontenoy Farrell was suffering-torwas able to rally. Captain Held rode back on tures in the hands of his enemies. The brave the road at the moment as he cried aloud: youngfellow could feel the rope around his neck. "Three companies of your re1dment to the he could hear the mad shouts of his g-allant res cue, Colonel Barron.'' friends as they forced back their stubborn foe s Captain O'Falvey heard the enemy's bul!'le and he could imall.'ine the ang-uish of his poor blast also, and thoug-h he was one of the 1?reatest mother in that scene of strife. The youngscout dare-ilevil s in the Irish Btill.'ade he called a felt the rope till.'hteninl!' around his neck a s he halt in the purs uit, cryinll.' : swunll.' from the limb of the tree, and he s trul!'"They are cominll.' at us in force, boy s and I 11.'led in a frantic manner. in the hope of bursting-hav e orders to fall back in that event. Retreat the cords on his arms as he groaned to himself: in 11,'ood order, and load al!'ain :oh, it is awful to die thus, and my 2allant They wero g-allopinl!' back at full s peed at friends drivinl!' the enemy before them. Heaven the time, and Fontenoy looked eall.'erly around send me relief very soon or I'll choke.'' to discover hi s new friend, as he cried aloud: As if in answer to his prayer, a form 11,'lided out "Where's the brave lad who cut me down from from behind the apple tree at the moment, a the tree where I was hanl!'ing-?" "'leaminll.' steel flashed all.'ainst the rope above There was no res ponse to the que s tion. while his head, and a friendly voice rangin his -ear, Captain O'Falvey cried: crying-: "At the double quick, lad s a s thev run after "You must not die thus, brave younsr man. u s in full force now." The speaker was the younl!' man who had been The English troopers under Colonel Barron taken for the scout, and who escaped from the were pressinll.' on in overpoweringnumbers. while troopers durinl? the excitement of the onset. about a mile after them swept the res t of his Fontenoy Farrell dropped on the 11,'round at first, regiment. The Enll,'li s h horsemen were pushingwhile the younl!' man hastened to take the rope forward to s eize the villall,'e of Fontenoy. an from his neck as he continued: their gallant colonel was also ea1?er to avenl!'e "Rouse yourself and join in the fray with himself on the men of the Irish Bril!'ade for his your 11,'allant comrades, who are now drivinl!' the late defeat. The y oungs cout soon discovered saval!'e hounds before them." that he had a s plendid horse under him, and he "May Heaven forget me if I ever forl!'et you, pus hed on at full s peed, thinkingthe while of m v good friend. his mother and of the brave younsr stranger, as "That was nothingto do u s hasten to he said to himself: join in the fray and strike a blow or two at "I mus t take mother oack with us, and I trust the cruel Enl!'li s h doll,'s. in l!'oodness the brave lad did not fall in the And ril!'ht into the heil!'ht of the conflict dashed strife, a s I hope to repay him for his kind act Fontenoy Farrell with his younl!' preserver b y ere lonll,'." his s ide, s trikinl!' and s houtinir wfth the best of The y ounl!' scout did s ucce e d in b e arinir his the irallant lads: mother away from the tavern on one o ,f the One more das h, boxs. and we will break Ensrlish hors e s captured near the villag-e, and the throusrh them," cried the Iris h leader, who w a s clerll,'ym a n accompanied them on a s t e e d take n a powerful man, and who was known in the in the same manner. On r e achinga s h elte r in brigade a s Fil!'htin1r O'Falvey The boys of the the villa1re the clerg-yman drew Fontenoy a s ide Iris h Bril!'ade did make a las t furious dash, and and asked : pell-mell before them went the En1rli s h hors e"What has become of the y ounsr s trang-er ? men. YoungBrons on entered into the spirit I fear that he has fallen into-the hands of of the contest as if fil!'htin1r for dear its elf. pres-the Eng-li sh. sir, a s when I las t saw him he wa11 sinl? on in the hope. of encounteringC olon e l press inl? on in the pursuit." Barron, while he muttered: "Did y ou know the youth?" "Would that I could cross swords with that "I did not, sir, but I am mo s t anxiou s to s erve black wretch, and I would pay him for his crue l him if-pos s ible." treatment." "I know the youth, anct" iti s your duty to serve The young s trane: e r did manag-e to fie:ht hi s him." way rig-ht to the front of the En1rli s h colonel, "Pray who i s he, sir?" and he struck at him with great fury cry ine:: "That youn1r man is Prince Charles Stuart. "Have at you now, you cruel do1r!" known in England a s the Pretender, but who i Colonel Barron recognized the voice of his the nirhtful heir to the throne of Great Britain.,.. youthful assailant,_, and he parried the fierce cut "Is it po s sible, sir?" with great skill, as he cried: "It i s the truth, a s certain a s there is a "Ha', youn1r spy, a'nd s o y ou have e s caped to Heaven above u s If the noble youngman is fhrht with the enemy?" discovered by the Eng-lish general he will be As the Endishman s poke he made a de sperate put to death, and you must save him. slas h in turn, and the career of the y ounl? Fontenoy Farrell did not wait to hear much stranger would have closed forever if Fontenoy more, as he darted off to seek an interview with Farrell had not pushed between the m, a s he his colonel. In less than a quarter of an hour said: afterward the dashinll.' yonir scout was ridinir "Not this time. out of hi s native villaire with five Picked men of Fontenoy Farrell then wheeled hi s hors e to the regiment, and thev were all mounted oo face the Enitlish officer. when the men. of the splendid horses The leader of 'the party was Iris h Brie:ade burst in on them, and Colonel Fightinl? O'Falvey, while Fontenoy Farrell wu Barron was forced back with hi s fly inl? and the lt'Uide and scout. The younsr U4 coil-


8 FONTENOY FARRELL fided the secret to his colonel only, and none of those with him knew that they were l!Oine: in Quest of the rie:htful heir to the throne of Ene:l1md. The y ounl(' man calline: himself Gilbert Bronson was actually in the hands of the Endish. When Captain. O'Falvey called his men off from the 11ursuit the y oune: strane:er found that he could not check the l!OOd horse under him, and he was borne rie:ht into the ranks of the enemy before could control the aniinal. He was then made prisoner and conveyed back to the tavern under a 11:uard, Colonel Barron not having time to deal with him while pusuing the retreatinl! horsemen of the Irish Bri11:ade. On striving in tum to retreat from Fontenoy. the Enii:lish colonel did not halt his regiment until he reached the tavern where his youne: 11risoner was confined. Feeline: in a very disgusted mood. the English officer so on turned his attention to his pris oner, crying: "And now, yo u knave, we will deal with yo1;1!. Can you deny that you were taken with arms m your hand fighting against u s ?" "I do not deny that I was fighting against you." "Fightine: against me, you younR" sco undrel'? What do y ou mean by that expression?" "I mean that I sought an encounter with y ou, in order to avenge myself on vnu for the gross in sults you had offered me when I was a helvless 11risoner in your hands. I then told you that you were mistaken in taking me for a svY. and even when you ascertained the truth, yo u still insulted me by keeping me a prisoner. You are a able wretch and a disgrace to your profession. The officer drew back, stamping his foot the while as he cried: "Out with the knave and hang him to the nearest tree, and be certain that you make a sure job of it this time, as I am now assured that the fellow is a French spy. Away with him, and "f!Ot another word." The so ldier s dragged the young man out of the tavern, and he was soori standingin the very spot whe:re he had rescued Fontenoy Farrell. CHAPTER VI.-Could they rescue the prince Charles Edward. Stuart was the heroic grand son of the most cowardl y king that ever reigned on the throne of England. The cowardly king was dethroned and driven out of England b y a Dutch prince who was hi s own son-in-law, and the Stuarts never reigned there after. The son of the miserable king made several attempts to recover nis throne, and so did the young man who was taken prisoner by Coloner Barron near Fonteno y on that stormy night. Bonnie Prince Charley, as he was called by s ome of his fol lowers, was adored by a large number of the people of Scotland. He was a great favorite with Irish exiles in the service of France, and he had a great number of friends in England who would gladly see him on his grandfather's throne. When the war broke out between France and England y oung Charley Stuart was residing in a small town in Flanders, and he was on his way to the French camp in disguise when he was taken as a s py by the English troopers. While dressed in the of a Flemish peasant he did bear a very close resemblance to YOUnj?' Fontenoy Farrell when the young scout wa's arrayed in similar e:arments. When the young prisoner was first taken Captain Held saw him in the hands of his captors, and it was that jealous officer who had informed Colonel Barron that he had secured the boldest scout and s11y in the French army. Very s oon after sending the voung man out to execution, Colonel Barron ree:retted his hasty action, as somethine: whispered to him that he was dealine: with a person of some importance. He then sent a messenger out to stop the hane:ing, and ordered the 11risoner to be safely e:uarded. The Endish colonel was then about to rest for a few hours, when one of his men a-p-11eared in the tavern, announcing the arrival of a messene:er from the French camp bearin2 a flae: of truce. Colonel Barron ordered that the me ssenger should be conducted to him, and Cap!. tain O'Falvey was soon standing in the tavern before his late antagonist. "Colonel Barron, I was sent to offe you terms regarding a prisoner vou took to-nie:ht." "What prisoner do yo u allude to, sir?" "I allude to a yo une: man whom yo u arrested to-night as a spy, and who is called Gilbert Bronson." "We11, sir, what about him?" "I was sent to tell you by mv colonel that we took a captain of yours 11risoner to-nie:ht. and we are ready to exchange him for the young man at once. if you are wiiling to do it." "It appears to me. sir, that you and your col onel are very ignorant of the rules of war." "By my faith, sir, we don't study the rules much, but we are not very much backward in the practice, as you may .iudP"e from what you saw to-night." "You did not wait for a second, or vou might have a different story to tell." "On my honor, sir, I would be delighted to e:ive you a round or two every night, or day, for that matter; but I had my orders to fall back when meeting more than two te one a1rainst os . Tha!._ is not here or there, however. Will you exchange the young man for. Captain Travers?" "I regret that I cannot grant your modest re quest. The fact of your coming here for him with such a"n offer demon strates that he is a spy, and"On the honor of a soldier, Colonel Barron," interrupted the Irishman, "I swear that he is not a spy." "Does your colonel know -who he is?" "I suppose he doe s or he would not take the bouble to s end me here after him." "Tell your colonel that I decline to exchan11:e prisoners. I will now bid y ou good-night, or good-morning, rather, and I trust that we may soon meet on horseback again." Fighting O'Falve y then retreated from the tavern, and Joe was led away outside the English lines. Cot onel Barron at once ordered the youn 2 prisoner to be brought before him. When they were alone in the bar-room, the cunning office r drew near his 11risoner with a knowing smile on his face, and addressed him in confidential tones,I as he said to him: "And so I have a person of some importance to deal with in you, sir?"


FONTENOY FARRELL 9 "I am of no importance to any save my own family:, yet I trust that I will be aqle to repay you for your insults ere .tong-." "You are a very modest younl?' man, but you are not a g-ood actor. If you desire to keep your indentity concealed, you should not haye lll1lde y.ourself known to your Iris h friends to nil!.'ht." "I was not aware that I had any Irish friends. Will you tell me who you allude to?" "I o8llude to those whom you fought with to nig-ht. It is folly or your part to deny who you are, as I am already aware of it." "If you know who 1 am, Colonel Barron, why Question me on the subject? I solemnly assure you that I do not know any of the men I charg-ed with to-nil!.'ht. Be also pleased to remember that I did not strike a blow in that charg-e except when I strove to cut you down." "Whoever you may be, sir, remember that I defy you. I will take you before the Duke of Cumberland in the morningand he will deal with you." Findinl?' that he could not make much out of his prisoner Colonel Barron dismissed him al!.'ain. l!.'ivinl!.' s pecial orders that. he should be strictly l!.'uarde d While the interview was takingplace a pair of pry.ingeyes were peeringin at them from the back window, and when the di sg-uised prince was led away to one of the deserted cot tag-es near the tavern those eves still followed him, while the owner of them muttered to him self, saying: "Can we save the prince before he is recog-niz ed? Of course we can. and we will do it too, as sure. as my name is Fontenoy Farrell." A s the bold youngspy thus muttered he stole away into the little g-arden, keepinghis e yes fixed on the cottage where the prisoner was con fined. Fontenoy Farrell. then moved cautiously toward the rear of the cottage, and soon found himself peeringin at a small window. He could then perceive Prince Charley seated near a table, with his arms still bound behind him, while two of the dragoons were stretched on rude benches near him, and dozing away as if weary. The bold youngscout could see that the prince was wide awake, and that he was in a thoug-htful mood. After watchingand listeningfor some time, Fontenoy raise d the window a and commenced to whistle, in a very low key, an old Scotch air which was ver\' popular with the fol lowers of Prince Charley. Fontenoy continued to whistle the air, and the prince turned his eyes toward the window as he asked, in a very l ow voice : I s there a friend near?" Fontenoy did not answer in words, but he chang-ed the air on the instant and commence d another, which served to tell the. prince that he had a faithful friend at hand who was readv to serve him. While the darings cout continued to whistle the second air, the prisoner g-lanced at the dra11:oons ait"ain, and he turned his bound arms to the window, as if to say: "If the cords were cut, I would be with vou." The appeal was not lost on Fontenoy. Gliding in through the window, and drawingforth a larg-e knife at the same time, he approached the prince as he whispered to him: "Nor a word, sir, but follow me." The cords were soon cui. and then Fontenoy stole back to the window as he whispered: "Move with g-reat caution}' Before the darinit" scout could reach the window the cottait"e door was flung open and Colonel Barron strode in, crying: "What is this?" Fontenoy Farrell saw on the instant that they could not. escape throuit"h the window, and he turned to the prince, cryinJ?: "Seize a sword and out with me." A s the brave fellow spoke he made a dash for one of the dragoons' swords lyingon the table, and then aimed a blow at Colonel Barron. The astonished officer did not nave time to draw his own weapon when he was hurled to the floor The youngscout then dashed out of the door as he cried to the prince: "Follow me." The outside was on the alert when Fontenoy spranl? out, and he press ed his bayonet at him, as he cried: "Who come s there?" The younJ? scout struck the weapon aside with a sweep of the saber, as he answered: "A foe, of course. Clear the way for the boys of the Irish Briit"ade." Tnat sentinar did clear the way in short ordet, a s another sweep of the saber stretched him on the ground, and then over him spranit" Fontenoy, followed by the ful!'itive prince. Colonel Barron was not injured by the blow he had rJ!cei_ved, and he was soon on his feet al!'ain. and rushingfro;n the cottag-e, also crying: "Treachery in our lines! Guard all the roads and paths! Pursue the fug-itives, and to horse!" Almost on the instant all was dire confusion in the villaJ?e. On strikingdown the sentinel before the cotta11:e the youngscout seized Prince Charley by the rig-ht arm and drew him toward the little garden in the rear as he said to him in low tones: "Come with me, and run as fast as you can if you would escape." Charley pressed the hand of his brave friend as he responded: "A million thanks, my l!'al!ant friend! And do you know me ? "Never mind about that now, sir. Let us use leg-s and not our tong-ues, as the swords may have to work lively before we have time for explana.tions." CHAPTER VIL-Saddles and sword fo;r it Prince Charley was an active youngmln. a;M he did press on with his brave friend with i?reat speed. Dashin11: throug-h the little g-arden, they soon reached the edit"e of the wood, and then Fontenoy drew up a little to listen, saving-: "They are after u s horse .and foot.. but we ha. ve some friends near that can u se the sword in fine s t yle on a pinch." "Where are .vour friends, m y l?'allant friends?" "On here in the wood, sir. Push on now ag-ain, as the rascals behind us are comingfast on us." On through the wood the'.y dashed ag-ain, with their pursuers :yelling behind the m, while along' the road, a s if to cut them off from the villag-ei of Fontenoy, Colonel Barron with a


10 FONTENOY FARRELL Etront? force of his enraged dragoons all eager to slay the, daring s n y who had s o bravely defied them. Fighting O'Falvey hearl\ the commotion along the road as he waited with hi s companions at the other end of the wood, and he turned to them, saying: "By the great gun of Athlone, that devil of a scout is up to some mischief in the village, and he will i;?ive u s some work in the bargain." Could he have the face to attempt the res cue of the prisoner alone, captain?" asked one of the men, a s they heard the crie s of the pursuing dragoons drawing nearer in the wood. "He has the pluck for anything, and here he comes now with s omeone." Fontenoy das hed out on them at the moment still holding the prince b y .the hand a s he cried to his expectant friends: "I have got him, lad s and now to mount and away, ere they eat u s up. "Bravo for y ou, mv lads," replied Fighting O'Falvey. "Who come s here?" Four of the dragoons on foot were rushing out of the wood after the fugitives at the moment, and Fontenoy at once turned on them a s he cried: "They are foes, and at them, friends!" The other lads of the brigade were mounted at the time, and they at once made a das h at the dragoons, Fontenoy leading the way. The Eng lish believed that they assailed by a much strone:er force, and they beat a hasty retreat back into the wood without waiting to exchange blow s yelling for succor at the same time. Fond as he was of fightinl!'. Captain O Falve:v called back his men, saving: "Our enemies are out o n the road before u s in force, and mounted as well. and we must look to thf'tll. To the s addle, all of you, and then for the s word." Younl!' Fontenoy hastened to mount the prince on a spare horse as he said to him: "Your name i s still Gilbert Bron s on. if you like, s ir, and look to yourself well When they were all mounted and ready for the road, Fightinl!' O'Falvey turned to the s cout, s ayinl!' : "You know all the roads and paths around here, of course, my lad ? "I do c aptain." -"We will have to take main road back to the village of Fontenoy?" "We can make a wide detour through the wood back of u s here, Captain O'Falvey. "How many miles would that be out the way, think y ou, fy lad?" "Six at least, sir. Fil!'htinl!' O'Favey knew that Colonel B arron had a s tronl!' force to oppo s e them out on the road leading to Fontenoy yet he s aid : "That way will never do, and we m u s t slas h through the ras cal s out there for it. Keep to l!'ether mv lad s and we'll out at them." The word was Quietl y g i ven and out toward the road moved teh little partv . They s oon l!'ain ed the hil!'h-road. and the rain was fallinl!' in torrents a gain. C ol onel Barron and his party had ridden some di stance to cut off the fugitives when the crie s of the dral!'oon s in the wood caus erl thP.m t n h"lt. "nrl tnrn back. A s the lads of the Irish Brigade rode on with the poor l>rince, their enemies dashed back against them. Colonel Barron. crying: Charge on the rascals .and 1?ive them the sword. Spare the pri soner and the spy. One glance at the on-cominP' foe told Fighting O'Falvey that he was outnumbered as four to one, at least; yet he did not pause a moment, but set spurs to his horse, grasping sword and _pistol a s he yelled aloud at the top of his voice: "One volley with the pi s tols, -and at theJll with the steel, lads Charge for France and dear old Ireland. m y brave boys!" Even as Fighting Falvey was sending forth his war cry he was in among his foes. Right on with their gallant leader pressed the o thers at a full' gallop, and s o impetuous was the on set that they burs t through the Englis h drago on s without receiving a serious wound. Then on spurre d the Iris h lads, shouting back defianc e a t their enemies and Fontenoy Farrell still r od e bes ide the prince, a s the l atter cried: "That was bravely done, indeed." "And ma" we s oon charge with you in better s t y le eveJl, good sir." responded Fontenoy in joyful tones: "Now for our camp," and off went the Iris h Brigade. "Ride faster and faster, boys!" cried Fighting O 'Falvey, "or we will have to wheel and face the rogues at great odd s again." "And 'tis little y ou d care for that same odds," remarked one of hi s men to the comrade be side him, "if you had onl y yourself to think about." Fightin' g O'Falvey did turn in his saddle again a t the moment, crying: "Draw. bac k your men, Colonel Barron. and I'll fight it out with yourself for the honor of the good land that bore us." on, press on, and they are ours ," was the Englis h colonel' s Captain O'Falvey saw that the enemy would be in on them in a few minutes and he was about to give the order to wheel and charge back at t he m, when a bugl e bla s t rang out on the road ahead of them, a n d he sent up a shout of fo v ere he cried: F r iend s to the res cue, my brave bo ys Now w e w ill see if they' ll stand and fight u s with eQua l numbers o r turn a nd fly. Colonel Barron hear d the bugle blas t als o. and he knew from it. that other foe s were coming a t him. Yet on i n t h e -'pursuit he pressed. yelling: "One goo d das h, and we'll crus h the in solent rasc a l s ere we retreat." At that exciting moment, when brave friends w e r e drawing near, Fortenoy F arrell' s hors e stumble d and he fell under him, and the daring young scout was flung into the ditch at the side of t h e road. On swept Prince Charley and the Iris h horsemen, and the Englis h were down on F ontenoy b efore hi s friends could even wheel about to rescue him. C olonel Barron then calle d a halt, and l!'ave orders to secure the fallen youth, while he cas t a gl a nce along at hi s foes ere he cried: "We mu s t retreat now, as we will be over powered. Who have you there?" "It i s the young s ny, colonel," answered one of the dragoons who had di smounted to secure the half stunned young s cout. A cry of joy burst


FONTENOY FARRELL 11 I fi:om the English colonel as he turned his horse to retreat, exclaiming: "Rring him alongand rid e at fulL speed. -I l\WOre to hanghim, and I will keep my oath!"' And back dashed the English dragoons, with brave Fontenoy a s tl1eir prisoner. Then back after them rode FightingO'Falvey and a s core of his men, their leader crying: "To res cue of. our dashing scout. boys!" CHAPTER VI!L-Musteringfor the battle. It was morningin the village of Fontenoy, and all the French troops intendingto give battle to the allied armies were on the march. At the dawn of dav the inhabitants of the peaceful village were notified to leave their homes, as the French officers declared it more than probable that the main struggle would center in and around that place Mrs. Farrell and Emina Held did not slee p a wink on the previous night, as they were anxious about the fate of young Fontenoy. A little before the break of day. Captain O'Falvey and the young stranger callinghimself Gilbert Bronson paid a visit to the anxious woman and at the friend's house where they were stopping. On castinga first glance on the youngstranger. Mrs. Farrell 1?ave a joy ous cry of welcome. believing that he was Fontenoy, and bitter was the disappointment when Captain O'Falvey informed her that her brave young son was a prisoner in the hands of the English A deep groan e scaped from Mrs. Farrell as well as from the y oung-girl. while the good-hearted soldier to cheer them b y saying-: "But don't about Fontenoy, madam, a s the dear lad has i.rreat luck, and he will be sure to give them the slip in time to join us in the great battle coming on." After while the good-natured Irish officer hastened away and Prince Charley remained with the two women. The noble young prince was in a very peculiar position at the time. Al though he was beloved by the officers and men of the Iris h Brigade and feeling assured of a warm welcome from the French king and General Saxe, he had decided not to make himself known -to them. and he had requested the Irish colonel to maintain hi s secret. With the exception of that Irish colonel, the clergyman, Mrs. .Farrell and Emma, no one in Fontenoy or in the French army was that the rightful heir to the thone was in the vicinity. Mrs. Farrell and Emma Held had been informed by the old clergy man of the true rank of the disgui sed p rince, and when they found themselves alone with him they became verv nervous in the presence of one who may one dav become the actual king of England. Prince Charley addressed them in very kinqb tones, however, saying: "My dear ladies, I cannot tell how much I have become attached to the noble youth who has face d death in my behalf. If you go to the .Englis h camp in his behalf I beg leave to ac-company you." .._ Mrs. Farrell and Emma both started at the proposition, and the former exclaimed: "Noble J>ir, you know not what you say! T):link of the consequences to you if you should be recognized by .your English enemies." "Your brave son did not think of the con sequences when he ventured into the En1?lish camp in my behalf; and I would be a coward if I hesitated to hasten to his aid. 1 kmd enough to remember that I am not a prince at present, and that mv name i s Gilbert Bronson." Before Mrs. Farrell could offer any further remonstrances the distinguished prince hastened away to seek the Irish colonel who knew his secret, and whom he soon prevailed on to pro him a pass out of the French lines. Fear mgthat s ome of the inhabitants of Fontenoy may give information to the French enemy, the French general ordered them to retire behind the French lines, and Mrs. Farrell and her friends alone were permitted to proce ed in the direction of the Englis h camp. When Fontenoy Farrell was flung into the ditch by the stumblinl? horse he received -a s hock that rendered him insensible for a time. The horse was soon on his feet again. while two of the English troopers \hastened to fling the in sens ible lad on his back As thev dashed back toward the village two of the Eng lish riders held his limp form on the horse for awhile, but when they broke into the advancing column Colonel Barron called a halt, and the troopers strapped their victim on the back of the animal. On reaching the tavern from which thev had started out the English colonel ordered his prisoner to be placed under a strong guard, say mg: "After a few hours' rest we will deal with the young dog as he deserves." When the troopers attempted to lift Fontenoy from the horse they found that his body was quite stiff, while his face, which was fearfullv dis figured with mud and blood, presented all the appearance of death. One of the troopers at once hastened to Colonel Barron, saying: "Colonel, the prisoner is dead." "Are you quite certain of that?" "We are Quite certain, colonel, as his bodv i s Q ite stiff and there is not a breath of life in it." "Then flinl?" the dog's carcass into a ditch. and he has s aved the hangman a .iob in the morning-." The rough troopers did fling Fontenoy into a ditch without much cevemony, and th.ey then_ hastened away to res t before the battle. The dashing-young scout had received a severe shock, but he was neither dead nor insen s ible when the troopers flung him into the ditch. When all was Quiet around him Fontenoy raised his head a little, drew :f fla s k from his pocket and drank some of the contents ere he muttered to himself: "That was a narrow escape, and it was fortunate that I thoug-ht of playingdead. Now. to steal away from here and then to a-et back to the camp. The youngfellow managed to crawl out of the ditch and into the little g-arden at the side of the tavern, but he soo n found that hi s limbs trem bled under him, and he took another swigout of the bottle, lookingcarefully around at the same time, a s he s aid to him self: "I can never get back without a horse and the road tq Fontenoy is packed with Enl?"lis h dragoons 51ow. The great battle will soon be fought, and I must have a hand in it."


u FONTENOY FARRELL The weary youth then drew back into the ,;arden with the intention of skirtinll around throu11:h the wood, and then cro s sinll the country on foot until he passed the advanced lines of the enemy. His totterin.,. limbs refus ed to serve him, however, and he was soon compelled to lie down in the shelter of some bushes !!"roaninll in allony the while Extreme weari ne s s soon overpowered the stronll and active lad and he sank into a sound and refreshinll slumber. When Fontenoy Farrell awoke allain he coul d perceive that the day was well advanced, and that there was a irreat stir around the tavern and out on the road leadinll to his native village. From his position behind the bush Fonteno" could note those in and around the tavern, and he soon discovered that the place was no longer held by Colonel Barron's troopers, as a party of foot soldiers were pre parinjl" to march fro m thence at the time. Feeling the blood and mud on his face, the younll scout stole to a pool of water in the llar. den as he muttered to him self: "I must_ have somethinll to eat before I start on the fourney, and the soldier s in here will not recollilize me now." Having cleansed his face and hands at the pool, Fontenoy wiled. his hat down over the slillht saber cut and strode boldl y toward the. tavern, still mutterinR" : "Old Hans will not betrav me, and I must have some food, a s I am famishing.'' The English soldiel'S in and around the tavern took little or no notice of the rouirh peasant when he entered the J>lace, and the landlord did not betray him, althoul!"h he recollilized the vouth almost on the instant. Having nourished self with bread, cheese and wine, the darinl!.' scout was about to leave the tavern a11:ain, when he drew back from the door with a start and a jl"BSP as he mentally exclaimed: "May the 'fiends seize me if there ain't Frank Held with mother and Emma and Prince Charley himself. How in the furies did thev l!"et here, when I thou11:ht they were all safe in the French camp?" Dismaved as he was by the sudden aJ>J>eara.'1ce of his friends and foe on the road outside, the young scout soon recovered his presence of mind, and he retreated into the tavern, utteringa few warninl!.' words in the French-ton11:ue to the old landlord at the same time. Old Hans nodded in approval and pointed to the door lead ing upstairs Fontenoy had scarcelv l!"ai-ned the stairs when Captain Frank Held, with a gleam of triumph on his sinister countenance, led Mrs. Farrell and Emma into the tavern. followed b y the di s llui sed prince. After leadin11: the two women to a table, the y oiing officer approached the landlord and made s ome inquirie s He then returned to the anxious woman and younl!" girl ag-ain, s aving-: "I am sorry to inform you that Fontenoy i s dead.'' Captain Held then went on to 'inform them o f the fate of the young scout, as reported b y the British troopers and he concluded by sayinll: "His bod y wa s flunginto the ditch on the s ide of the r o ad there, and it is believed that it was taken away and buried by i;ome of the peasants in the n e ighborhood at the break of day." While Captain Held was still strivin11: to con sole Mrs. Farrell, a large :part,y of horsemen drew up outside the tavern. The landlord was ha.steniril!.' to receive his new ituests, wheri a larlle, distinl!.'uished-lookinll officer strode into the apartment, followed by several of his aides. The disl!.'uised prince had taken his seat in a secluded corner of the room, and when he looked liJ> at the otp,cer a sliR"ht shudder passed over his frame, while he mentally exclaimed: "It is the Duke of Cumberlancj If I am recoll nized now, an ijl"nominious death will be my doom.' -CHAPTER IX.-The Prince In Danger Again. One dance at the feature; of the man, who is known in history as the Bloody Duke of Cumber land, was sufficient to tell that he was one who wouldnot show any mercy to his foes. Keen and searchinll were the g-lances that the EnSZ"lish general cast around the room as Captain Held advanced to salute him. saving: "Noble duke, my friends here have just ar rived from the village of 'Fontenoy, and they re oort that the enemy were in possession of the place and in l!.'reat force." The hau1orhty duke fiun2" himself on a chair as he responded: "Your friends come too late with their information, sir. Why .are they here?" "They are in search of the body of a relative who was servin1or with the French, and who was killed in a fray last night, general." The Duke of Cumberland's eves were fixed on the distinguis hed prince at the moment, and he asked: "Who is this J)erson ?" "That is a younSZ" man who was arrested last evening as a spy by Colonel Barron. He wa,s rescued by the French, and he has now returned within our lines with those ladies, who are relatives of mine, noble duke." Prince Charley felt keen eves of the duke on him, and he then remembered that the cruel man had encountered him in Paris about two years before. At that moment the Duke o:l Cumberland suddenly arose from his seat, and advanced toward the aisguised prince as he demanded: "What i s your name, sir: SpeakinR" in husky tones, s o a s to dislluise his natural voice as much as J>Os sible, Prince Charley aros e from his seat as h'e answered: "Gilbert Bronson; sir.'' The 'duke kept hi s keen eyes fixed on the vounir man a s he continued: "Are you a native of this place ? "I am a resident of Brus sel s sir." "Why did vou leave the French lines to re turn here after your escape?" "I came to serve thos e l a dies in searchinR" for a friend, a nd I did not fear to return into vour line s becau s e I am not engaged in the warfare on either s ide." At that moment, and to the 1rreat dismay of Prince Charley and the two women Colonel Barron walked into the tavern with hasty strides, crying: "Noble Duke of Cumberland. I am the -of important information. Will you be please4 to rrant ,me a priva.te interview t


FONTENOY FARRELL IS The speaker's eyes fell on the disiroised urince, and he cried: "Are you _in our lines altain, sjrrah? Did you pot escape with the Irish rebel s last niiht.?" Prince Charley the brutal colonel with indi.llnant eyes as he replied in surly tones: "I will not answer anv auestions from vou, sk. in the J)resence of you r 11:eneral." Colonel Barron at once turned to the Duke of Cumberland, exclaiming: "That fellow is a spy, noble duke, and he is of some imp0rtance, as the French sent me a flag of truce for his exchan.lle last night. He escaped thereafter, with the aid darin11: youn11: spy, who was afterward slain." "Then see that the fellow is well s ecured now, as we have no time to waste on him at present. I am ready to hear your important information, colonel." The general and his officer then withdrew into a back room, while Colonel Barron had his for mer prisoner placed under guard. A si.llll of relief e s caped from the young urince as the Duke of Cumberland disappeared, while he said to him self: "He has not recognized me as vet, and I can breathe more freely. I was mad-to venture into the English lines a11:ain, but I could not refrain from hastenin.ll to the aid of my daring voung friend. Thank fortune that he is alive and free." When the consultation was over the English general e:ave orders to those around him to push on toward Fontenoy as fast as possible, and he directed Captain Held to take char11:e of the prisoner and brini;(' him alongwith him. Mrs Farrell reauested Cautain Held to allow her and Emma to remain at the tavern, and the young officer consented, knowing ,.right well that he would not have much time for love-makinl? or marriage until after the great battle was de cided. Before the last of the English troops passed alonl!:, Fontenoy Farrell was embracing his mother and Emma in one of the upper room s while he was sayinl!: to them: "I must get away now, as I would never forgive myself if I missed the great battle. Be sides I must strive-to rescue the noble vounl!: as certain death awaits him if he_ is recol!,"nized." The anxious mother did not attemut to prevent her son from joininghis regiment in time for the g-reat battle, but she did protest .ag-ainst 1?Js attemptinl!.' to rescue the youngprmce agam, saying: "Have yo u lost your senses, Fontenoy? Cap tain Held has charg-e of the yong gentleman now, and he will be certain to recognize you if you go near him." In order to allay his mother's anxieties the young scout assented that he would make his way to the French line s without attemptingto succor the prince again, and he also advised her and Emma to hasten away to another village as soon as possible, saying: "If the English and Dutch are defeated in the c;oming battle, as I feel certain that they will be, Frank Held will seek you here again on the retreat, and then the rascal will force Emma here marry him." Mrs. Farrell promised to obey the advice thus aiven after they had rested a few hours. and ]i'ontenoy hastened away from .the tavern on a horse borrowed from the friendly landlord. Striking into a side road, in orderto avoid the Enl? lish stragglers, the young' scout J)ushed on as fast as the heavy animal would bear him. Al thou1?h had uromised his mother that he would leave the vounl!: prince to his. fate for the pres ent, the inclination to servl and rescue the noble youth grew stron1?er an\! stronger on him as he rode along, and several ulans occurred to hi s mind for effecting that object. And Prince Charley was in great danger, indeed. The Dutch contingent under the Duke of Cumberland march ed to take up a position in front of the village of St. i\ntione, which was held by the French, with orders to commence the assault on the enemy's lines earlv on the following morning. It was clo se toward evening when CaJ)tain Held and his troops re.ioined the Dutch force, which was encamped near a wood on the banks of the Scheid. Before the night closed around the hos tile camps a young officer attached to the Duke of Cumberland's staff rode into the Dutch cam)) with fresh orders, and while riding alonl!: by one of the bivouac fires he noticed the prisoner under guard. Prince Charley raised his eyes at the .moment and a sli11:ht exclamation escaped from him as he recognized the voung officer, with whom he had been somewhat intimate in his younl!,"er days. Without pretendinl? to reco1rnize the prince, the young aide rode on until he en countered Captain Hel d of whom he made some inauirie s The young officer rode to the English camp as fast as his horse wo_uld bear him, and he then hastened to inform the Duke of Cumberland of the important discovery he had made. The young prince s oon regained his courai:te. and knowing full well that a l!"uard would soon ar rive from the English headauarters to bear him before the duke, he kept muttering to himself: "I must trust to the friendly river and not to the mercy of my enemies." While he was s till tugging away at the cords the tramping of horses' feet could be heard in the direction of the English camp, and then a loud voice rang out on the evening air, crying: ..'.'Captain Held, lookwell to you_r prisoner. It was Colonel Barron who uttered the crv as he dashed toward the bivouac fire at the head of a strong '1-001> of horses, and Prince Charley knew that the brutal o fficer had come to drag> him, before the English general. Risingto hi s feet and making a desperate effort at the same time, the hunted prince freed liis arms,_ and then he made a desperate bound for the sluggish river. The Dutch troopers around him sent forth a cry .of alarm, and attempted to sfay his flight, but the gallantyouth reached. the river-bank and plunged in, as he cried aloud: "Better death in the water than on the s caffold." Colonel Barron heard the outcry as he dashed up to the camp fire, and he pushed his horse on to the river bank, veiling: "In after him, you clown, and draghim out! His capture will count more than a victory over the French for King George of England." Five or six of the Dutch troopers did plunge into the river .. while Colonel Barron kept crvfngout to those .-On the bank: "Don't. fire on the fugitive when he \appears, as he must be taken alive. Flash out torchee


L FONTENOY FARRELL and be on the alert, Captain Held, as vour -Pris oner i s a person of Jrreat importance." Captain Held had just arrived on the sc ene, and he was dreadfully mortified at the escape of one whom he had orders to Jruard s o carefully. Colonel Barron spranJr from his horse and strode down the river bank, with hi s eye s fixed on the dark water, \s he muttered aloud: "Why did I not recoJrnize him ?-and then my fortune would be secured forever. The .mad vo unir fool doe s not appear aJrain, and he mus t have peris hed in the water. Oh, what a fate for the last of the Stuarts!" YounJ? as Prince Charley was at the time. he had been under careful -training for the. adventurous life that was before him. Among his other accomplishment s, the gallant young fellow was an excellent swimmer, and he could remain under water as lonir as any expert swimmer in the country. Before the torches were fla shin11: out over the river the fuJritive did raise his head for a moment in order to draw breath, a s well as to make observations. In that brief s nace of time, and while the current was bearing him down the stream, he could perceive a den s e mass of rushes along the edJ?e of the bank so me distance below. Lowerinir his head aJrain Prince Charley struck out for the rushes with. all his might as he muttered to pimself: "There i s hope yet, and I will escape my enemies if fortune favors me. The pluck y young prince did succeed in J?ain inir the friendly rushes and he waded in amonJ? them without attractinl?' the attention of his pursuers who were then se archinir alon11r the sh ore above him, while several boats were also en gaJ?ed in the pursuit on the river. After draw ing a Jong breath the hunted prince peered out into the dark wood lining the river, as he s aid to himself: "Jf I could but s lip out there without beinir perceive d, I may manage to escape around to the French camp before morninir. The voung prince had no sooner concei v ed the idea then he hastened to put it into execution. Drawing himself out on the bank he crawled across the path on his hands and knees, and he reached the shelter of the wood without perceived by his enemie s. So silent were movements that he did not attract attention of a person who was standing near tne edge of a wood he ran full against him. The stranger turned at once and clutched the pnnce by the throat, flinging him to the as he hissed into his ear: "I'll soon silence vou whoever you are." The prince recognized the voice on the instant and he_ rejoined : "Peace, I pray you, Fontenoy Farrell, as I at your friend, Gilbert Bronson." CHAPTER X.-Struggling Through the Enemy's Lines. Springing up -from the ground to where he had ftung himself, the voung scout drew the fuJ?itive up with him, as he whispered into his ear: "A thousand pardons, sir, but I swear that I took you for one of those Dutch troopers in the dark.,. Fontenoy then drew the prince into the wood keeping a sharp lookout before him at the time, as he continued fo subd ue d tones: "You 'had a n arrow e scape, sir. Have thev covered who you are?" "I fear they have." Prince Charley then went on to tell of his meeting with the vounJ? officer, and of the hasty arrival of Colonel Barron in the Dutch comp, and he continued, saying: "Cou l d we not make a detour around the li sh camp to the left here?" -"We could but we would then xun as much risk from falling in"With straJ?11:lers as by pushing straight ahead." "Would it be possible to reach vour camp by taking to the riv e r?." "It would be impossible to swim or dive up against the current, and a boat would be riddled if we could even find one." "Well, m y good friend, we can but be taken or die in any case, and we will push on bv any route you may think best." The young scout knew that the Dutch encamp ment lay right in front of them, and he determined to push straig h t on with his companion. While walking along through the wood as silent-1 y as po ssible, keeping a bright watch ahead and around him, the younJ? scout pondered over the various stratagems he had ever h eard of being put in force by the daring s p ies endeavoring to penetrate an enemy's camp. The prince followed a few steps behind, and they soon heard the measured tread of a sentinel some paces ahead of them. At that same moment a shout of alarm ranJ? out from the bullrushes which had afforded shelter to the young prince. Then out through the wood behind them flashed several torches, while a well-known voice could be heard crying: "The prisoner gained a ianding by the rushes here, a s his footprints can be seen. Scatter through the wood in force and take him dead or alive. Fifty J?old pieces for the man who first discovers him." DrawinJ? the younir prince into the shelter of some thick bushes Fontenoy Farrell whispered to him, sayinJ?: "We cannot remain here inactive very lonir a!1d I have a propos iti_ on to make." "What is it, m y brave friend?" "I propose, inasmuch a s there is some re semblance between us and that we are bo h dresse d alike, for me to make a dash through the camp, and run the gantlet a s it were. When I have either e s caped or am taken you can pusn down to the r\ver, as they will not be on th. e lookout for y ou then. You may readily escape b y s wimrliinJ? across and-" "I will not listen to such a l"ropo sition.'' in terrupted the gallant young prince. "You would be certain to be shot or captured while making a dash through the Dutch lines in front of us. and you must not sacrifice yourself for me. I have sQJ'llething better to offer "What is it. sir?" "Let u s both dash forward tol>:ether an_ d trust to fortune." Fontenoy Farrell pondered a few moments over the propos a), the sounds of pursuit J?'l'ow-ing nearer and nearer every instant. Then turning to the wince, he grabbed hla


FONTENOY FARRELI J6 hand, saying: "Steal forward with ine and we will see what can be done." They soon gained the edge ot the bushes, and, peering out, Fontenoy could see that the whole German camp was on the alert. part: of armed men hastening therefrom to join in the. pursuit in the wood behind them. The sentinel was pac ing to and fro within a dozen paces of them. and Fortenoy could see that his eyes were turned in the direction where they were lying concealed. Noting well the movements of the sentinel, and motionin1! to his companion to hold back in the bushes, the young scout crawled out toward the enemy, as he said to himself: "I must silence this fellow, and then secure his gun, his clothes and the password." Then sentinel was on the alert, and he s oon perceived a creeping object toward him. "Who comes there, or is it onl y a swine?" T.akingthe hint, the young scout sent forth a grunt or two, still drawing closer to the sentinel. "What a daring youth! I trust that he will not slay the soldier in bold blood, even though it may be necessary to save our live s Ah, he i s at him now!" And Fortenoy was at the poor seutinel with tremendous force and fttry. Before the man could utter a sinvle cry the dashing scout had him b y the throat, felling him to the almost. at the same moment. The soldierwas still graspmJ!' his weapon, but he was powerless to use it, when Fontenov commenced to drag him toward the bushes a s h e hissed into hi s ear in the Dutch tongue: "Be silent. or you are a dead m a n Offer no resistance, and you will be safe." Life was very sweet ev e n to the poor Dutch soldier, and the startled fellow did not any res i stance. The prince hastened to assi s t young Fontenoy in s ecurinl!' their pris oner. b v t ying their scarfs and haildkerchiefs ov e r his m outh. legs and arms dragginl!' his uniform off at the same time. When the prisoner was secured Fontenoy whispered to the prince. s a ying; 'Keep watch over him while I secure another and learn the countersil!'n at the same time. The prince realized what Fontenoy was about,. and he saw the bold fellow putting on the coat and hat of the Dutch soldier, and .he said to him: "I will watch the prisoner well, but be careful how: you proceed for your own sake, m y brave friend." "I will be careful, sir, for your sake a s well as my own. But we are in a desperate strait, and bold deeds alone can serve u s now." "A little strategy may help us also," added Fentenoy, as he e:lanced ,at the helpless prisoner, while he. prepared to move out and take his place. Fontenoy commenced to pace up and down a s he said to himself: "I only uray that some straggler may come alonlt' now, and then for a bold move, through the Dutch camp with the young uririce." Several stragglers were approachinl!' through the wood at the same moment, and Fontenoy soon :recolt'nized Colonel Barron's voice al!'ain a s it ranlt' out from the wood, crying: "Search well, soldiers, and the prize to the lnder will be a rich one." The prince's blood boiled with anger as he also recognized the voice of the cruel colonel. and he clenched his hand as he said to himself: "Would that I could be face to face with that brute on equal terms ." Captain Frank Held's voice was heard at the same time as he cried to his men: "Be on the alert, soldiers, as it is certain that the prisoner is hiding in the wood here. His capture would be worth more than the ransom of a French to the lucky one." The two officers soon appeared in the open space where Fontenoy was actinl!' the part of a sentinel,, and the young scout presented his wea pon at Colonel Barron's tall form as he cried in the Dutch tongue: comes there?" "A friend," cried the colonel in English. And he then turned to Captain Held. who was a few paces behind him, sayinlt': "By the way, Captain Held, what is your cou ntersign tonil!'ht ?" "Advance and give the countersign," .cried _Fontenoy, in the gruffest tones he could assume, still keepingweapon pointed at Colonel Barron, which he muttered to himself: "It would be almost just to send a bullet through the. cruel tyrant, but it would be murder for all .that, and not a soldierly act at best." Captain Frank Held advanced with hasty strides and placed himself before Colonel Barron, crying: "Tournay i s the ,password tonight, s oldier, and this Englis h officer i s on special duty with me. Did you notice any stragglers passing here re cently ?'.' "I saw no stragglers captain," returned the pretended sentinel. The words were scarcely out of his mouth when a strul!'gle was heard in the bu shes and a roul!'h Dutch voice cried out: "Treachery, treachery! I was the sentinel on guard and I was surpris ed b y enemies Seize the man in front o f y ou, Captain Held, and come here to my res cue, or the ras cal will choke me to death." The prince then darted out from the bushes in to the open space n ear Fontenoy and Colonel ,Barron was the fir s t to perceive him, as he darted after him crying: "It is the fugitive. Pursue and take him alive, as he cannot e scape u s now." Fontenoy made a show of stopping the ful!'i tive, aiminl!' a blow at his head, as he whispered to him in passing: "Dart right on through the camp, and I will protect the rear." The prince did not utter a word in reply, but darted on at full speed with several pursuers af ter him. CHAPTER XI.-The Dash for Life. During the confus ion arising from the senti nel's warning cries, none of the hearers could comprehend that the sentinel in uniform before them was playin2 a treacherous part. The voun1e prince was a fteet runner, and as he dashed on the disguised scout ran after him, cryinlt' aloud in the Dutch ton2ue: "Sto1> him, sto1> him, but do not fire. It is the prisoner who escaped tonight!"


16 FONTENOY FARRELL Colonel Barron was als o a swift runner, and as he was not encumbered with a heavy musket he was s oon up with the younl? scout, crYinl?: "Raise the' alarm again in your Dutch tone:ue. Fontenoy pretended to understand the words addressed to him and be actuated by a spirit of deviltry at the moment. He s tagl!'ered al!'ainst the English colonel, giving him a heavy nunch in the side with his musket at the same time. Colonel Barron went down utterinl!' fierce imprecations at the stupidity of the Dutch soldier, and Captain Held was on him before he could rise again. In the meantime, young Prince CJlarley was makinl!' a l!'allant dash throul!'h the camp, taking l!OOd care in his rapid flight. to avoid the bivouac fire s a s much a s possible. Before he had proceeded far, howev er, the alarm became l!'eneral, and several forms sprang to intercept him. In order to make a diversion in his favor, Fontenoy dashed throul!'h the camp after him, crying in a loud "To arms, to arms, as the enemy are on us m the rear! The drums s oon beat to arms, cries of alarm were heard in different parts of the Dutch camp, and general conf u sion prevailed for the time, as it was s uppo sed that the active French had stolen a march on them to make a nil!'ht attack on their . The prince took every advantage thus .offered to him, and, guided by the. mo on, he kept on Finding that the musket encu mbered him, Fon tenoy drew the bayonet therefrom and t hen plunged on the faster after he flung the heavy weapon away, while he kept crymg: "To arms, to arms! The French are on us m force in the 'rear!" Captain Held heard that cry a s he kept on in the purs ui t with Colonel Barron, and he then realiz ed the caution given by the disarmed sen-tinel in the b ushes as .\le yelled alo u d : "The alarm is false, and that fellow shouting is a traitor. Down with the two fugitives and fire on the rascals!" Several shots were then fired at Fontenoy. In creasing his speed very much after flinging away the heavy musket, Fontenoy was s oon up with the y oung princ e, and a s they da&hed on to gether they stru ck down mor e than one of the enemy who oppo sed them. They were very near the end of the camp when two office1s on hors e back rode at them with their swords uplifted, a nd one o f them crying: "Halt there, you rascals o r we will cut you down Fontenoy had barely time t o say to hi s friend ere they closed in tl;le encounter: "Cut them down and secure the hors e s As if to show a bright example, the dashing young fellow sprang at one of the riders and dealt him a heavy blow with the bayone t that sent him rolling f:i;om the hors e I n another in stant the victor was in the empty saddle and the horse's head t u r n ed toward theFrench camp. The prince had followed the brilliant example before him, a s he used hi s sword with l!'reat dexterity, striking hi s opponent from horse n early as quick. a s young Fontenoy. Bemg an expert horseman Charley sprang into the saddle al so. Using their weapons to urge on their s teed s they dashed along at a fur ious pace. On afte r them thundered over a score of the Dutch trOOJ> ers led by Captain Helq, who had at last recognized his cousin Fontenoy aE> the rescuer of the prince. One glance around at the old familiar landmarks told .Fontenoy that he could not be far from the advanced lines of the French. Then :raising his voice to the very highest pitch khe yelled aloud: "For France to the rescue!" Then a bugle blast rang out on the night air. Captain Held heard that bugle blas t as welJ as the shout, and he called a halt, crying: "That young fiend has escaped me once again." .There was no mistaking the shout that greeted the adventurous youths a s Captain O'Falvey dashed to:ward t_hem at the head of fifty troopers of the Insh Fentenoy Farrell was received with uproarious greetings, a s it was rep orted J:ie dead, and he was extremely popular m his brigade. A s the prince had good reasons for not b einJ? recognized, even by his warm-hearted Irish friends, he was introduced by Fontenoy a young gentleman from Brusse i s w h o had esca p ed from the Dutch camp with him. After carefully inquirinJ? as to the situation of the Dutch position, to all of which he received the most prompt and iJ'\,t, elliJ?ent answers possi ble, Marshal Saxe remarR'ed: I presume, m y J?allant youth, that you are too weary for further exertion tonight?" "Not at all, General Saxe," was the prompt reply. "I am very anxious to ascertain the fate of another captured by the EnJ?lish this morninJ?. Will you dar.e to into their line s again in ques t of the mformat10n I seek?" "With pleasure, J?eneral." "Then rest for an hour, and I will then give you your final instructions." Fontenoy did res t for an hour in an adioining tent, and he received instructions from the o ld veteran. In less than ten. minutes after that he was on the way to the English Jine s. CHAPTER XII.-A Female English Spy. .'.hen old. Mars hal Saxe l!'ave Fontenoy Farrell hi s _ms truct10ns he left the younll: man to his own device s as to the manner in which he sh ould enter camp. Havinl!' arranl!'ed a sultable d!Sl!UJS e, the younll: scout made a detour around the front of the Enl!'li s h lines, s o a s to make 'it appear when detected that he was not cominll: the direction of the French c;amp On the ml!'ht before the day of the eventful battle. the Du'i;:e of Cumberland was seated in his tent when Co l onel Barron .was announced. When the officer was admitted, he reques ted a private interview with hi s l!'eneral, and it was at once l!'ranted. Coloned Barron then informed the Duke of Cumberland abot the daring e s cape of the disguiseil Prince and the younl!' scout from the Dutch camp, and concl u ded b y s ayinl!': "I have thoul!'ht it wi s e, noble duke, not to inform any one of the di scovery made regardinll: the y ounl!' Stuart, and I have reason to believe that his pres ence will not 'be made known in the French camo."


FONTENOY FARRELL .1T "I imal?ine you have formed some plan for the young traitor in our power. Is 'it not the truth, Colonel Barron?" "It is, noble duke. The person who has just brought me information from the French camp has offered a sugl1,"estion for retaking the er, and I believe that it may be carried out." "Is that the person who has jus t brought u s such h1formation as to the 1>0sition s of the French around Fontenoy?" "The same, noble Duke That pers on i s ready to return to the French camp tonight in order to act against the young prince, agains t whom she 'has a PFivate cau s e of enmity. Colonel Barron then proceeded to explain the pro-Pos ed, and in a s brief terms as-1>ossi ble, to all of which the Duke of Cumberland gave a ready assent. Having-arranged the plot agains t young Charley Stuart, Colonel Barron left the tent, and proceeded to his own quarters. About a quarter of an hour afterward {he English colonel left hi s tent with a woman who wore a large cloak, the hood of which concealed her features Passing along to the s ide of the camp, the Eng li s h officer escorted his companion in s ilence until they reached a s ide road just outs i d e the Englis h lines, and then left her. The young woman then hastened away toward the French camp, while Colonel Barron turned toward his own camp mut.tering: "Would that I had. thought of s ettiIJJ? her on that infernal young Irish spy, but I will be even with him yet, and Heaven help him if he falls into my hands after the battle tomorrow. Who come s here?" The words were addresse d to an old Flemis h peasant who had jus t emerged on the road from a s ide lane, and who was then advancing toward the Englis h officer with trembling steps The old man gras ped a. large stick b y both hands l earung on it for support as he tottered along. "I am Jacob Betz, sir, and I am going to m y cottage in the vale down below." "Turn your steps and come with m e, a s I be lieve y ou are a French s p y ." On being thus addressed t he attitude of the old man became changed on the in stant. Straightening himself up to his full and w ithout retreating a step, he rais ed h is heavy stick with one haand a s he retorted: I will not turn at your comman d and old a s I am I will de fend myself if you a ss ail me ." Muttering a fierce imprecation, Colonel Barron struck out with his weapon with the purpos e of striking the stick from the hand's of the old fellow. The peasant drew back o ne step onl y and parried the blow with appa,rent ease. "\Then he cracked his s kull with his s tick. sending him t o the ground uncon s ciou s. The ol d man ben t down over hi s opponent and secured hi s s word and vistols, a s he muttered to himself: "I have given this t yrant another le ss on, and I only hope that I will mee t him afld Frank Held on the battlefield tomorrow." A s the old man s ooke he broke the s word across his knee and flung it on the ground be s ide its owner. B e nd ing down a g a in, he placed hi s hand on the bre a s t of the in s en s ible m a n, a s he muttered aloud: "I gave him1a sturdy bl o w, but h e w ill s oon .. recover it. These papers m;y be of account, and I will take along with me." Fontenoy Farrell then drew forth. a bundle of papers from the pocket of the fallen man and placed -them in his own, as he said to hims..elf: I "How strange it was that I should encounter the person I sous;rht in -company with C"olonel Bar ron,' that I should overhear enough to pla:ce her bfe at stake; I will now hasten back after her as my errand in the English camp is accomplished. Poor Prince Charley, you are beset by many -enemies, but I trust that I will J?uard y ou tonight." On reaching the French lines Fontenoy Farrell proceeded at once to the tent of the old marshal, who was greatly surprised and deeply moi:tified at the authentic information brought to him by the young scout. It was fully a quarter of an hour after receiving the blow before Colonel Barron arose from the ground in a bewildered state of rrund, and he stared around, as he muttered to himself: "May the fiend seize me if the fellow was not a SllY, and he has secured my l)apers. I'll mY. life on it, it was that younir fiend of the Irish Brigade himself, and no other." The defeated man then picked up his sword and staggered toward the Englis h camp, rubbinghia head the while. I must save the young woman at all hazard>') and I will have vengeance on the fofernal y ounJr spy ere the day dawns." CHAPTER XIII.-The English Spy In the Ca)Jlp of the Irish Brigade. When Fontenoy Farrell left the French eral's tent he hastened with all speed toward the camp of the Irish Brigade. As the young scout drew near his friends, sounds of mirth and revelry could be heard on all side s Fontenoy knew that Prince Charley was Colonel Dillon;s gues t for the night. and he directed hi s steps toward the tent of that gallant officer, where s9me of the choicest spirits of the brigade had a s s embled to make merry before the battle. When the excitement had somewhat s ubsided, Fontenoy Farrell entered the tent, where he was received w_ith_ the warmest satutations by all pres ent. as last darii;ig !feed in bursting through the Dutch camp was known to each. On ca sting his eye around the young scout' perceived the dis g uised prince seated at the head of the table near Colonel Dillon. It chanced that a place was vacant be s ide the young prince. who r eceived his late companion in the mo s t cordial manner a s he said to him in s ubdued tones: I only hope that you will one day sit at my festive board a s m y honored gues t m y brav. e I young friend ." At that moment a s oldier entered the tent. 1 holding a n ote in hi s hand and address ed Colonel I Dillon, s a ying: "There'i s a messenger outside, colonel. who s end s me in with a note for the young gentleman called Gilbert Bron s on The colonel took the note from the soldier's hand a nd handed it to the disgui s ed prince, say ing: "I hope it i s not from a lad y -love, who will take y ou away from us this merry night." The y oung man then opened the note, an4 1


18 FONTENOY FARRELL Fortenoy Farrell could see that h e was deeply affected a s he read the contents which ran as follows: '.'To Gilbert Bron s on, s o calle .d: ,, "If you de sire to s e e one who m y ou profess to love, follow the bearer of this n o t e without a skany que s tion s. "It is all important to me that m y whereabouts s hould be kept secret and I enjoin on vou to be silent on the subject whether you s ee fit t o d e cline the visit or hasten to-Jenet Ferroy.'' Fontenoy s till kept hi s eye on the young prince after he had read the note, and he saw that h is hand trembled as he placed it in his breas t nocket. The di s guised prince -then aros e and a d dressed Colonel Dillon." "I ask your permission to retire for a while Colonel Dillon." The reques t was readily granted and the young prince left the tent. Fontenoy said i n whispered tones: "Grant me permiss ion to follow ou r friend, as I have reas on t() know that he will need my aid before very long a n d I als o d e sire t..o take a fri en d with me ." "Certainly m y lad," was the prom p t reply. The young s cout the n left the tent withou t at tractine: any attention, and as h e passe d Fiirhting O 'Falv e y h e wh is pere d into his ear: Follow me, plea s e ." The two friends were soon o u t on the track of the youngpri nce, w h o m they es p i e d talking to a y oune: d a mse l wearinga cl oak the hood of which she kept w e ll o v e r h e r face. T h e d ise:ui sed p r ince soon foll o we d t h e e:irl as she l ed him along throue:h the camp g r oun d towar d the side road before menti oned. Font e n o y and his comoanion notice d tha t the y oune: w o man pass e d the sen tinels without a n y t r oubl e, and that she present ed a paper t o t w o officer s who m she encountered . Under the e:u i d artce of hi s cloa k ed com p a n io n thev passed the outpos t s of the Irish Brigade. and they were s oon out on the lon e ly road leadine: out to t he Eng li s h line s They had a lready pass ed to the right o f the Fre nc h l i n es, whe n heavy footsteps were h e a r d beh i n d them, a n d a familiar v oice fell o n the ear of the disg-u ised prinq e crying: "Where are y ou bound for, Mon s ie u r Bro n so n ? The prince turned impatiently o n r e c o g n i z ing Fontenoy Fa.rrell' s voice and r e plied : "I'm pay ine: a private visit, friend, and I b el? that you will not anno y me. I beg your pardon, s ir, but yo u awar e that y ou are marchine: direct mto the Eng-li s h eamp ." The y ounl? prince turned s u d denl y o n h is fe male companion a s he demand ed: Di d v ou not tell me, woman, that you w e r e 1ruiding me to the rear of the French lines?" "Dear me, can it be DO&,Sible t h a t I have l o s t m y way?" "It i s possible, madam, a nd very probable at that," retorted y oung Fontenoy in dry tones "If you h to izo to the r ear of the French lines madam," said Fiizhting O'Fa l v e y "that is your wa y ." A.a if. seized b y a sudden impulse the disguised prince grabbed the young woman's hood and tore it from her head as he cri ed: I will se e who y ou are in .any cas e ." A slight scream burs t from the voun1r woman o n beingthus assailed, and she then izlared at the disguis ed prince w ith an.e:r v e y e s a s she ex claimed: You are a wretch, and this i s mv reward for trying to s erve y ou." Fon t enoy Farrell a d vanced and olaced hi s hand on the young woman's shoulder, as he said to her: You are m y pris oner, madam, and I think y ou will get your proper r eward, but not from thos e y ou serve be s t ." A terri fie d scream burst from the young woman, and she grew back, crying: "Hands off, you wretch, a s I am un der the pro t ection of Marshal Saxe." "And mine, also, cried a voice, as C olone l Barron and Captain Held sprang out from the woo d on them, followe d by four troopers on fdot Not the slightes t express ion of surpris e burs t from Fontenoy or his two friends on being thus assa ile d b y superior numbers but Fighting O F a lvey drew his sword o n the instant and s pran.e: i n among t he m c r yin.e:: "Here's a t yo u yo u rasc a l s i f you were twic e a s m any.'' P rince-Charley reco.e:niz ed Col onel Barro n's v o ic e o n the i n s tant, a n d f eelin.e: a t las t assured that the youngwoman was olayi n g a treacherous part wit h him, he drew t h e sword he had l ately a l so, and face d t he-E ng-lis h lines as he cried: "Thank fortune, w e have met again." The younl? prince then se t o n t l\e Eng-lish col on e l with intense vig-or wh il e the treacherous young woman drew back to-ward the English lines, as she cried: "For mercy sak e do not slav the youngman: but take him prisoner." "He will never take m e prisoner, false crea ture," cried the disg-uised prince. as he fotc ed his stalwart adve rsary bac k o n t h e roaa. The fi1?hting was tenific, b u t the E n1?lish were orced to ftee for their J iv e s, wh i l e Fontenoy s e i zed the "woman and they c onducted h e r t<> Marshal Saxe's tent ---CHAPTER XIV .-The Trial. o f t h e Female S p y . Late wp.s the h our, a n d we a r y a s the old in v a lid French .e:eneral mus t hav e b een, he 1?ave o r de r s t o a dmit Fonte no y Farrell and his pris on e r into the tent when their pres ence was announc e d outsid e. Prince Charle' y accompaRied his. frie n d, a n d h e kept s taringat. the y oungwoman.. I d o n o t r eoo.e:nize her, yet there i s s omethinir famili a r to me i n her v o i ce and feaiim." j


FONTENOY FARRELL "That is true, Marshal Sa,xe, and I trusf that "Ri5e and explain, madam," demanded the old you will not believe my false accusers." 11:eneral. "After :vou left this camp this evenine:. madam. The young woman did ree:ain her feet, and she we r.eceived the information that you were s eized fixed her eyes on Prince Charley as she demand the Ene:iish and threatened with death as a ed: "You are acquainted with a youne: lady 1;-py." known as Jarfet Ferroy, sir." "That is the truth, Marshal." "Ilwas," was the prompt reply. "I then ,sent a trus ted me ssen11:er to the Eng-"On the honor of a prince and a e;entleman, can iish camp in order to effect your releas e. if no s you deny that you broke a sacred pledize to her?" s ible. That messetie:er discovered vou in con"On my sacred honor, I solemnly declare that sultation with a certain Ene;li s h colonel outside I have broken no pledize to the youn11: lady you .. their lines. After arranginiz certain matters with mention. What is she to YOU, madam, and why him to return to the French camn.'' should you assail on her account?" "That is the truth, Marshal Saxe. as I had sue"Base, lviniz wretch," cried the younsi: vioman, ceeded in baffling the En11:lish a11:ain. and I was in frantic tones. "Janet Ferroy is inv sister, and returnine: with information to y ou. as well as she swore to me before I left Paris that voii with a messa11:e from a y oune: lady in whom that promi s ed to make her your wife, even thoue:h person i s interested. :vou were heir to the throne of Endand. A s the brazen youn11: creature thus s poke she The female spy then turned on the old French cast a threatenin11: 11:lance at the disizuised prince. general exclaimine;: as if she meant to say to him: "You are mistaken in sayine: that I wrote the "If you attempt to denounce me I will betray note handed to this wanderiniz nrince tonight. a secret of yours.'' Marshal Saxe, as my sister is here in the rear The old marshal nicked up the uacket on the of the French camp now, and then out before table and drew forth one of the documents as he them strode a youniz izirl, cr:vin11:: continued, sayiin11:: "It is true that I wrote that note, vile traitor-. ffi b ess, but not for the puruose of enticinl?' that "Afteryou left the En11:lish 0 cer my rave youne: stran11:er, and he sprang forward to clasp. messene;er attacked him and defeated him in her hand. as he exclaimed: sine:le combat. He. then secured these which contain a correct account of our nositions "My dear Janet, I knew that you would not at for the battle expected tomorrow, toe:ether with tempt to betray me into the hands of m:v enemies. the number of men which we hold readY to opls it true that I ever made any false promises to pose the enemy. Can you deny that the writine: you?" in this document is yours?" The youn1r stranizer cast a stornful.-glance at "I cannot speak openly before those persons the female spy, as she replied: Marshal Saxe, and I bee: that you will e:rant me "It is not true, noble prince." a private interview at once." The speaker then 'turned on Fontenoy Farrell The old marshal s hook his head and then turn-with a smile, as she asked: ed to youne: Fontenoy, sayine:: "Do you not remember me, FontenoY. as we "Please make a report of your proceedme:s were once playmates toirether?" since you returned to camp tonight." "I do recoiznize you, Janet, but I did not re-The youne: scout then e;ave an account of his member that you had a sister. adventures .with the female spy and clearly This perso n is only my adopted s ister," an-' proved that s he was :/iiticinl?' the dis11:uised wince swered the younir stranirer. into the Enl!:li s h lines when he interrupted her. The accused youne: woman turned on the. beauPrince Charley was compelled to confirm the tiful younir stranizer in a wrathful manner as she statement. and he produced the note which he cried: had received savine;: "I am not French, and I owe no alle11:iance to ".Marshal Saxe. I regret that I am compelled the French kine:. If I have failed in capturinl!.' to bear testimony against this younl!: woman, and him, I have not failed in l!:ivings uch information I cannot understand how she came in oo ssession to the Enl!:lish as will lead them to victory toof this note.'' morrow. I now defy yo u all to do y ur worst. The old general read the note, and then stared Marshal Saxe, hasten my execution or the brave at the female spy with threatening eves as he English will res cu e me in the morning.'' demanded: "Will you not admit, madam. that yo u forced "Did you nQt write that note yourself, and are yourself on me when you offered to become a spy you not well aware that the person you allude toon the 'enemy?" -is now .in,, Paris? Speak, madam, and confess "That is the truth, Marshal Saxe. bul I was your guilt. in the employ of the enemy before I eniral!'ed The young woman broke down before the with you and English e:old is far more p1entifdl threatening eyes and stern voice of the old l!'enthan you rs. Now, what i s my fate to be?" era!, she .fell oi: her knees as held UP her The old marshal beckoned Fontenoy Farrell toha!,!d's m an manner, crvmJr: . ward him, as he wz:ote an order on a slin _of Ma_Y I perish w1thm. an hour, general, if I was paper. Then addressml!' the young scout in whis not faithful to YO':' until I heard that. that .V?ungpered tones, he said: "Lead that wretched wretch was m the camp, and the sPtnt of creature outside our line s and let her proceed to vengeance se ized me, as I have r-eason to hate the English camp. Thanks to the iti.formation him and to purs ue < him to the death." yo u have given, her treachery will not avail the The old j;("eneral and the young prince sJ;ared enem y on the morrow." at the kneelinir woll)an as the latter demanded: The younir scout then led her from the tent.


I I FONTENOY FARRELL while the old ireneral turned to "the youn "i? prince sayinir: ... As I cannot expect you take part with us in tomorrow's battle, I will reQuest you to retire to the rear, or you may fall into the hands of those who pray for your death soon a2'ain." Prince Charley thanked the old 2'eneral and then retired with the youn2' lady. Before they reached the Iris h camp und er escort, Fontenoy Farrell was with them a2'ain. The yo un2' scout hastened to his own tent, where he slept soundly until aroused by the bu2'le blast callin2' on the men of the Irish Brigade to form thems elves in battle array. When the young scout hastened out he found that all was around him. while the booming of cannon in front announced that the great battle had commenced. The brav est veterans of France and England, led on by their 2'reatest 2'enerals.and the Irish Brigade was to play its part in the memorable strife. CHAPTER XV.-The Field of Fontenoy. While Kin2' Louis of France .was supposed to command of the French troops at the battle of Fontenoy, old Marshal Saxe clo se d his own 1rlorious career by the disposition which he made of the French bri2'ades on that eventful day. The old veteran was s o weak on the momin2' of the battle that he had to be borne around on a stretcher when inspecting his troops. The battle commenced early in the mominir by the Dutch contin2'ent attemptingto take the town of St. Antoine. The villaJ?e of Fontenoy was the center the French position, and on the hill behind it KingLouis and his son watched the s tru2'irle Behind that )1.ill was the Irish Bri2'ade. Lord Clare commanded the Irish troops that day, and he soon received an order to hold himself" and his briirade ready as a reserve. Fontenoy Farrell was a proud youth as he rode out that morninir on his g-ood charirer. As the youngscout was a privileired character in his reiriment, he rode be side his friend Captain O'Falvey, who was also burs tingwith impatience for a charg-e on the Enirlish enemy. Early in the afternoon the French were successful on all sides as they had defeated their enemie s in every attempt made by them to break throu1rh their lines and 2'ain a pos sition on the road to Turnay. After the Irish re1riment of horse had assisted in repulsing the Dutch at St. Antoine youngFontenoy encountered a youngpeasant livingin the neighborhood who placed a note into his hand, saying: "This is from the Dutch camp and I saw them there myself in Frank Held s tent." The youn g scout became excited on the instant, as he felt a presentiment that his mother and Emma Held were in dang-er a1rain. The note which he had received from the young peasant, who had e scaped from the Dutch camp in the confusion of the battle, was written by Emma Held. and it informed youngFontenoy that his mother and herself had a1rain been captured by ,., Captain Held, and that they were held as enemies and spies. The impatient youn1r scout then prayed fervently for an advance on the enemy in the hope that he would be able to rescue : his dear triends. .Marshal Saxe was satisfied with hold-in1r his irood positions for' the time, as a failure on the part of the Enirlish to take them was eQuivalent to a defeat. The officers of the Irish Briirade were anxious to take part in the A?reat struirirle, and many were the ea2'er irlances cast at the top of the hill before them, in the fond hope of seeingan orderly ridin2' from Marshal Saxe with the welcome word for acti(m. Hours and hours passed, .and the soldiers and chiefs of the Irish Bri2'ade were fairl. eatin2' their hearts in impatience. but that order did not come. When the order to march was 2'iven, that splendid body of s even or ei1rht thousand men moved slowly forward into action, with several pieces of cannon in front and at each side of them, while bodies of li2'ht horse hovered around them to keep back the enemy's skirmishers. As the En2'lish column moved on by the wood of Barri, it was exp0sed to a hot fire of artillery, but it swept on throu2'h the storm and reached a position behind Fonte p.oy. Then the real stru2'2'le of the day com menced. From the t op of the hill above Marshal Saxe saw the object of that splendid column. and he hurled his tro ops at hand a2'8inst them, cav alry and infantry chargin2' in turn; yet on kept that soli d mass, sweepin2' all before it. Up the hill moved t-he chosen troaps of Eng-land. firin2' at their foes, from musket and cannon with deadly effect. From the hill Kin2' Louis and his friends 0eheld the march of the proud En2'lish host, and he called on Marshal Saxe to hurl his household j.roops a2'ainst it. Those chosen troops were tne bravest veterans in the French army, and they were never known to retreat before an enemy. Down the hill they charired, and on to meet them swept the En2'lish column. A fearful conflict ensued, yet it lasted but a few minutes, a s the French were hurled back in disorder; and s till on up the hillside pressed that s olid En2'lish column, movin2' as steadily as when startmir out on that famous charge. Then away flew orderlies,, down the hill, and the Irish Bri gade was ordered up to charire the En2'lish column in its victorious march. One wild shout arose from the men of the briirade as thev ed into line, and then all was as still aS death .. The victorious En1rli s h column had reached the brow of the hill when their Irish foes commenced to march up ag-ainst them. Lord Claz.:e rode out at the head of his men, and be shouted to them. crying-: "Do not fire a s ing-le shot, but char1re on them with the cold steel. Let the cry be, 'Fo.r venire ance and for Erin!'" Up the hill rushed the Irish Brigade on the double-quick, and on the slope above the Enirlish s tood to meet them, with their g-uns reloaded and their. cannon ready to play on their old foes. On and on rushed the Irish without firinga sing-le shot, and the Eng-lish reserved their fire until the 1rallant so n s of Erin were close on them. Then into the Irish ranks poured a deadly voll ey, and down on the 1rreen hill-side went at least a third of their number. Still up sprangthe others shoutin2' their 2'lor ious war-cry, and then in on the En2'lish lines burst the impetuous avenirers, crying: .. Revenge! Remember our ruined homes and En2'lish perfidy." The veteran En2'lish troopi;i met that desperate


FONTENOY FARRELL 2 1 chal"j!'e like heroes, and the struggle was fearful fnileed '.Twice did they give way before the rushing tide of Irish bayonets, and twice did they form again at the orders of their brave offic. ers. At the first onset the Irish forced theb' foes back to the top of the hill, and they rushed at them again, dealing death and wounds with every cry as they pierced the English ranks on all sides. The broken English column retreated sullenly down the hill toward the village of Fontenoy, and on after them pressed the .impetuous Irish, dealing staggering blows at every step. Stunned and shattered, and broken by the furious charge of the Irish Brigade, the survivors of the last desverate strui;rgle fled in dismay, while in on them dashed some of the French troops who had suffered defeat before. Back through the French camp dashed the fuJ?itives in total disorder, their numbers 11:.rowing less at every step, until scarcely a relic was left of that grand column .which had almost turned the field of Fontenoy into another Waterloo. The sun went down over Fontenoy that eve ning with the English and Dutch mourning over a terrible defeat, while the French kinJ? and his old marshal were refoicinP' at the great victory. After the fierce struggle was over, the survivors of the Irish Brigade returned to their camp to bury their dead, and to rejoice over the crushin11: defeat of their old foes. The victory was a de cisive one for the French, a s all the great towns in Flanders held by the English and Dutch soon fell Into their hands and the Duke of Cumberland was driven out of. the disputed country. While the foot regiments of .the doriomr brigade were thus winning immortal renown the regi ment of horse was not idle. Young Fontenoy Farrell charged with that regimen t several times during the afternoon, but it was only after the crushii\g defeat of the 2-reat English column that he had had a chance of pushing on toward the Dotch camp. When the Britis h bugles rang out a general retreat, and the Dutch fell back from before St. Antoine in great disorder, the Irish regiment of horse with two French reciments were ordered to rush forward in pursuit. CHAPTER XVI.-After the Battle. Young Prince Charl ey was up bright and early on the morning of the battle, as he was very anxious to witness the great struggle if possible. As the young man's. father was an imbecile at the time, ?he son was regarded as the lawful king of England by a large portion of the people who were opposed to the reigning Dutch m ona rch If the French lost that battle, Prince Charley must give up all hope of gaining hi s throne .at that time. Being free to go and come when he pleased, and after making some inquiries of the -peasants around him, the vouni;r man hastened away to a wooded hill on the left of the battle field, from the edge of which he hoped to gain a .rood view of the warlike operations below The )'oung lady who appeared in Marshal Saxe's tent I:: on the previous night and who had retired to the rear with him, was sleepinJ? in a neii;rhboriilll' cottalle, and the prince did not care to arouse her to inform her of his movements. On the edsce of the wood the young could see and hear that the battle was already in proscress close below him. Bec.ominsc intensely excited as he watched the scene and. having acQuired some knowledsce of warfare: he moved alonsr to a better position without noticini;r whither he went. He did not even notice the frischtened peasants of the neighborhood peerini;r out at him from the wood, or the movements of Fontenoy, and he saw the great colum of veterans moving to that splendid charJ?e. The young prince then beheld the sclorious Irish Brig ade marchinsc up to assail their foes, and his heart beat all the "faster while he muttered aloud: "What a pity it is that the brave Irish are doomed to fight against my countrymen. If I were Kmg of England I would abolish all the hateful framed ascainst the Irish people." A mocking laugh ran2' out from behind him at the moment, and lie had barely time to tum around when he found himself surrounded bv a party of Ensclish and Dutch troopers, led on by Colonel Barron. The unfortunate prince was seized on the instant, while the En.e:lish colonel cried: "You. could not escape me, Charlie Stuart, as my spies have been watchinll.' you since those j In sh doses rescued you last ni.e:ht." The prisoner was soon placed on horseback, and the party rode back a11:ain at full speed, mak in.e: for the Dutch camp. On reaching the rear of the camp, the prisoner was led into a small cottai;re where he was surprised to see Fontenoy Farrell's mother and Emma Held, who was also held a s captives. A stronsc n!lrd was placed around the cottasce under the command of Cap tain Held and Colonel Barron rode away, cry ing: "Look well to your prisoners, captain, while I hasten to char11:e against the enemy." Mrs. Farrell and Emma recoscnized the younsr man on the instant, and they were both aware that he was Prince Charley Stuart. Fontenoy's mother was proud to hear of the achievements of her son on the previous nii;rht, as related bv the young prince, who concluded by savi:n.e:: "I have a firm belief that he will rescue us yet." Mrs. then told of the wonderful dream her husband had lon11: years before, and she con cluded by asking the young price: "How goes the battle, noble sir?" "When I last looked on the struggle," replied the younj!' man, "the En11:lish were bearin11: all before them, havinJ:?: forced and carried the French center in a gallant manner, but the Irish Brigade was about to engaire them as a last resort." Captain Held then entered the cottage and ad-dressed Emma: in excitecl tones saying: "You mus t prepare for a .iourne y, as we must move at once. If you will be my wife I promise you full prntection." "I'll ne:ver be you r wife," cried the youn11: girl. The prmce cast his eye s out of the window at .....


FONTENO Y FARRELL the moment and a scene of the utmost conf.usio,n met hi s gaze. The Dutch and English troopers were retreating in the wildest order, and he could readily see that they had suffered a crushing. defeat. While he was still l ooking out, Captain Held spranrc out of the cottage door to prepare for the .iourney, and along toward them rode Colonel Barron at the head of his regiment of horse. Halting his regiment before the cottage the English colonel cried: "Out with the prisoners, Captairi Held, and away with u s as we are sorely pressed." Wild rinl!.'ing shouts were heard on the road behind, and then on to the attack dashed the Irish horse regiment, Captain O'Falvey and Fontenoy Farrell riding in front. Colonel Barron wheel ed his horsemen to meet that fiery on se t, as he was determined to bear the prince away at all hazards, when the Irish troopers bore down on them shouting their war cries; and then a fierce battle ens ued. That struggle was so on over, however, as the English were forced to fly in wild disorder, leaving many of their dead and wound ed on the roadside. Captain O'Falvey faced Colonel Barron at the first onset, and the cruel Englishman was sent reeling from his saddle with a terrible cut 11cross his face Fontenoy Farrell encountered Captain Held almost at the same moment, and the' scout of the Irish Brigade put a full stop to the career of his treacherous cousin. It was night.. after the battle, and the Iris h troopers of the Brigade were encamped near the cottage where Prince Charley had been held a _prisoner. That gailant prince was seated in the cottage with Fontenoy Farrell, and the young man's mother and Emma Held present also. Addressing the young soldier of the Irish Brig ade, Prince Charley said: "I fan never thank you enough, my brave friend." "Don't m e ntion it at all, noble sir," res ponded Fontenoy. "This has been a great day for France and for the Irish Brigade, and it is s aid that the campaign i s ended for the present." "I presume it is. The English will be com pel,led to retreat from Flanders and all the great citie s will fall into the hand s of the French." Fontenoy looked earnes tlv the young prince ere he ventured t o a sk: ) "Will the victor affect you in any way, noble sir?" The young princ e's eve s brightened a little as he replied: "I trust that it will, and I have reason to be lieve that I will embark for Scotland ere many days are over, where I will raise my standard and make a brave effort for gaining my throne." Fontenoy grasped the hand of the young p rince. a : he said to "him: "May Heaven prosper you, sir, and if you will permit me I will accompany you to Scotland, as the fod:iting is all over here for the present." Fontenoy Farrell did accompany Prince Charley to Scotland, where he took an active part in the glorious struggle that soon took place there. The gallant young scout survived that struggle, and, after passing through many thrilling adventures, he returned to his old home aJ?::ain, when Emma Held became his wife. The warlike youth als o .io\ned the Irish Brigade again. and Jie soon ro s e to the rank of colonel. Many years after his marriage Fontenoy fell on the field of battle, ending his gloriou s career in the same manner as his brave father. Next week' s issue will contain "MINDING HIS BUSINESS; -0r, MARK HOPKINS'S MOTTO." RADIO FOR ENTOMBED MINER Experimental work designed to test the availability of radio as a means of communication between miners entombed following fires and disasters 11-nd rescuing parties on the surface, con ducted by tl;ie Department of the the Pittsburg experiment station of the Bureau of Mines, indicates that ordinary radio apparatus would not be practicable for the purpose, says the Scientific Ame rican. There is s ome promise, how ever, in the application of "wired wireless," or -line radio, which under mine conditions mean s transmiss ion along metallic conductor s s uch as water pipe s compressed air pipes, power and lighting circuits and mine car tracks, and the, u se of ground-current method s of s ignaling. Because of the higher conductivity and resultant attenuation of the high-freq uen cy radio waves in penetrating the earth, ralatively high power equipment, which means bulk and weight, would be required for mine rescue purpos es. For communication by pure radio over distances of even 1,000 to 2,000 feet through strata, transmitting e uipment with an input of from 50 to 200 watts or more, and u sed in conjunction with a se n s itive receiver. would be required. Such equipment "would be much too bulky and complicated to fulfill the reauirements for practical IPine apparatus. .,.


PLUCK AND LUCK LANKY ANDY'S LUCK -Or,. The Rocky Road to Fortune By FRED FEARNOT (A Serial Story) CHAPTER IV.-(Continued) As a usual thing boy s and gir l s are cruel to each other. They like to make each other squirm, mentally i f not phys ic a ll y ; but h e laughed at all of them, and paid no attention t o suggestions that were hurled at him. "Say Lanky, calle!i out on e of t h e b o y s I saw you talkinl?' to the teacher one a fternoon las t week." "Y,es, I u s ed to talk to her every day when I went to school; in fact, I said my les s on s to -her. "Oh, so did all of us." "Yes, but none of u s ev e r had her a r m s a round our necks." "Well, I did once, and' you can bet I'll never forget it a s long as I live." est young man in the whole State, but that he wasn't a beauty. He laughed and said: "Well, the teacher tells the truth every time, and she is about the only lady I know who does." 'My! are there no other girls who can tell the truth?" "Yes there are plenty of them, but they don't do it." "Well," laughed the little girl, "that is a left-handed compliment, I'm sure." CHAPTER V. Lanky Andy's Pugilistic Painting. When Freckles saw that Andy wouldn't notice her at the party she a ssumed a very stiff air her s elf, and whenever his name was mentioned in her pres ence she elevated her nose, and looked as though she really didn't know him. He paid no attention to her, even when other parties came to him and said they heard her say this and that and the other thing. There were some larger boys present, who were quite anxious to bring about a rumpus, so one of them went up to him and said: "Say, Andy, Freckles says that you are the meanest low-down boy in the district, and that she -wouldn't wipe her feet on you. Now!" "Nick," he replied "that's a jigger." "Honest, now," returned Nick. "I heard her say it." "That's two jiggers, Nick, and if you give me another one I'll give you a staggerer." By and by he went into the hou s e, and s hook hands with quite a number of other boys and girls; but he passed Freckles a s looking at her, although she was s1ttmg with a J;mile on her face, ready to put out her: hand the moment she noticed a movement on hi s part to do so. 7' "No, you can't, Andy. You can't use me as you did Tom." A s he passe d her without noticing her the smile disappeared from her face, and s h e turned quite pale. Her lips compress ed and her eye s fla s hed Poor as she was she was a very proud l?'irl A girl friend was with her, and noticing it, their eyes met, and Freckles hiss ed out: "I hate him!" "You can't blame him, Maggie, said her friend. "You snubbed him once publicly in such a way that I guess he can't get over it. But all Maggie could do w a s to his s betwee n her teeth: "I hate him!" During the evening he made himself extremely agreeable to several of the girls, danc ed with l!everal of them, and pulled candy with several; but not once did he permit him self t o c ome in -contact with Freckles A very pretty little girl, about fifteen appe a led to him to help her pull her candy, a s she had been given a larger piece than she c ould handle He took hold, and so long were his arms that he could pull it for her entirely; but when he it to working al] right, she took hold to help him, and a really jolly time did they have. Several times he told her the candy wasn't half as sweet as she was, and that he w oul d rather kiss her than to eat up all they pulled. He was really audacious in his compliments to several of the girls and the majority of them be lieved that he was doing s o jus t to spite F r eckle s ; but scarcely a smile came to Fre ckles's fac e durIng the entire evening. The little girl fimtll y told him what she heard the teacher say about him; that he was the brav"All right. You make use of a good girl's name a}\d I'll show you. Freckles is no friend of mine, but I know she wouldn't say that about me because it isn't like per to. do so. She i s a lady'." "'Well, just come out of the house," replied Nick, "and l?'ive me the stal?'l?'erer. You can't do it, and don't try." Quick as a flash he stepped out of the door, and Nick followed him, and the next minute there was a mix-up right in front of the door. The house was almost emptied by those who wanted to see the fight. Nick was almos t a match for Andy, but he finally got the worst of it and was forced to ad-mit that he had lied to Andy. "I knew it well enough, because I know it would choke you to tell the truth. Now the next one of you chaps who comes to and says that Freckles said this or that I'll smash him." Of course Freckles heard that, and she wanted to know what it was all about. "Let s omebody el s e tell you," said Andy, "for I won't," and with that he turned and walked straight back to his home Some other boy, though, told the story, and Freckles s oon learned the truth that Andy had thras h e d Nic k fo r telling a falsehood about her. She burs t into tears and cried out: "Oh, won't you boy s let me alon e ? I never s11-id such a thing a b o u t And y in my life, and wouldi:i't for m v right arm." H a d Andy be e n there at that time might have l'esulte d, but he was then several h .m dred yar d s on hi s way back home; though he had left the mar k s of h is fist behind him on both eye!!'


PLUCK AND LUCK ef Nick that remained there for nearly ten days. Nick finally confessed that he was merely hav ing fun with Andy, teasing him. "Well," snapped Freckles, "you had some fun witJl him, didn' t you? I hope you are s atisfied with it." "Yes, I'm satisfied. I gave him as much a s he gave me." "I don't believe it. Your mother won't know you to-morrow morning. Your eyes will be black. I'm so1Ty he didn't smash your no se, for y ou are always sticking it into other people's business." Her prediction was right, for the next morning Nick's eyes were in deep and no one was more surprised at it than he was himself, for he hadn't believed that the blow s he had received were sufficient to leave any impression; eo when he looked at his face in a piece of mirror that was tacked on the wall of his room he was as :mad as a hornet, and vowed that if Andy's were not discolored that way, too, he would soon make them so. So he went in search of Andy, de termined to take another thrashing, if necessary, to give Andy a black eye. They were living out in what was known in that se ction as the ? Backwoods." The little village where the schoolhouse was situated was named Mohawk, and it constituted only about a couple of hundred population, but the poor far mers were thick. There was not much land, 'out It was certainly very poo r land. Nick found Andy at work in the field. There were two other boys with him, who wanted to see the fun. "Lanky," he said, as he started toward him, I own you a pair of black eyes." "That's all right, Nick," returne d Andy. .'Jus t wait till I send you the bill in for them, and then you can pay for them." "Go sh-ding it!" retorted Nick. "I don't lik e to owe a debt." With that he dashed at him, holding a stone in one hand, with which he intended to hit him ii\,. the face while clinging to him, but Andy was too sharp to be caught that way. H e dodged by ducking his head, and butted him in the pit of the s omach with s uch force as to knock him completely out. Then he jumped on him, and bl ackened his eyes still farther, and h e cut hi s l ip s badly with a blow from hi s fist agains t his front teeth. When Andy let him u p h e left the fie l d in a hurry, followed the other b oys, w h o were laughing. "We ll, maybe they'll let me alone after a while, but I wonder what Miss Mary thinks o f my having to d o so much of that k i nd of work. I don't think s h e will think it the rocky road to fortune by any means, but when ever they tackle me I'm going to li ck them if I can. And to think, too, it i s a ll about Freckles, whom I don t 11\ve one bit." A couple of days l a ter the young t eacher came around on a vi siting tour, intending to take in several families. She stopped at tHe Wilmot hom e to chat a few minutes with Lanky's mother. Some of the children ran out in the field and told Lanky that the teacher was in the house: so he threw down hi s hoe and went to the house prepared to smile hi s prettiest. ,, He was barefooted, of course. When she saw him she smiled, and asked: "What are you doing, Andy-still working'?" "Yes, teacher." "Well, it seems to me the farmers are about through with their work." "Well, not me. I oan always find something to do. I've taken to painting lately." "Painting, eh? What have you been painting?" He looked straight at her and asked: "Have you s een Nick Porter lately?" She looked at him inquiringly, and a s his meaning flashed over her she laughed heartily, exclaiming: "Well, Andy, if you can paint one's face so well on s uch short practice you'll soon become a master of the art; but whether you'll ever make a for-tune at it is the question." "Well, I had to. do it. He came here after me, and I'm such a good-natured slob that I thought I'd do my best for him. Why didn't you come to the party the other night?" "I did intend to, Andy, but I nad a headache all that evening. They tell me that you danced with all the girls and had a good time." "Well; I tried to be as pleasant as I could, but I was thinking, thinking, thinking, all the time." "Well, let me tell you, Andy, that the man who thinks accomplishes something after a while. No man ever becomes great unless he use s his brain. It i s the brain workers that make their marks in the world and command fortunes. There are thousands of men, too, who work hard all the time with their hands while their brains are asleep. Of course, they remain poor all their live s Think, think, and think hard." She talked to him with the privilege of a teach er, and the mother seemed highly pleased that she took the trouble to do so, for h e was no longer a pupil of hers. On her way around vi siting other families the teacher met Freckles, and the girl was' tryin_ g to pass her without speaking, but Mis s Wilson called out to her: "Maggie, Maggie, what are you .. trying to pass me without speaking for? What harm have I done you? What in the world is the matter with you ?" "Re ally, I don't know," was her reply. "People are talking s o much." "Well, don't yo u pay any attention to what gossips tell you, Maggie, or you will have a miserable life. Always think well of everybody, and always b e carefuly not to say anything to wound anybody's feelings I never uttered a word against you in my life and I don't belie ve you've said anything a bout m e So why should either of us be miserable about wl:iat the gossips say. They have b ee n running to y o u saying things about Andy, while I know, and yo u have heard, too, that he has eve n fo ught in defe n se of you. H e i s still your best friend, and yet you think he i sn't; so if you b e li e ve everything that gossips run and tell y,qu you'll lead a miserable life, Maggie. Never listen to talebearers. A talebearer who comes to yo u with stories about other people will go to them with stories about you, when probably there is no foundation for either. Come and see me, now, Maggie, at my boarding-hous e. I may not teach here next year, for I'm applying for another oosition, in a county more than a hundred and ,fifty miles from here." (To be continued.) ...


I PLUCK AND LUCK GOOD READING FROGS LIVE FOR YEARS WALLED UP IN CEMENT Several green frogs, imprisoned in cemented grayel, were set free when a road crew made a cut in a contry road near Okanogan, Wash. They were found firmly imbedded three feet below the _surface of the olcl highway. The frogs showed considerable animation on being released, giving no signs of the inconvenience caused by several years' imprisonement. Trevor Kincaid; professor of biology in the University of Washington, declared the existence of frogs imprisoned in cement over a period of years quite pos s ible. THE FRUIT OF HONESTY It cannot be too often insisted that hone sty and integrity, coupled 'Yit h hard work and perseve rance, will pay. A country editor retired on $50,000 and explained his success as follows: "I attribute my ability to retire with a $50,000 bank account, after spend-ing thirty years in the newspaper field, to close ap-p)ication to duty always hewing to the mark and letting the chip s fall where they may, to the most rigid rules of economy, never spending a cent foolishly, everlastingly keeping at m y job with a whole heart, and the death of an uncle who left me $49,999 5 0 FEATS OF STRENGTH Milo, the famous athelete of a ncient Greece, born 520 B. C., was victor at both the Olympic and Pythian games for six times in s u ccession On one occa s ion he ran four miles with an ox on his shoulders, killing the animal with a blow of his fist, and then ate the entire carcass in one day. An ordinary meal for this gluttonous Titan was twenty pounds of bread, twice that much meat, and fifteen pints of wine. Perydamus of Thessalia, another old -time Sam son, was almo s t the equal of Milo, both in ious feats of strength and enormou s appetite. it is reco.rded-he. se ized a bull by its hind feet. The enraged ammal finally managed to escape, but i s said to have left both hoof s in the athlete's hands Maxaminus the giant Roman emperor, could twist coins into corkscrews, powder hard rock s between his finger s, and do other seeming impo ss ible things When angered he often b roke the jaw of a horse or the skull of an ox with hi s fis t His wife' s bracelet served him for a ring, and every day he ate sixty pound s of meat and drank an amphora of wine. Topham, the prince -of Englis h strong men, had knots of muscle where the armpits are in the or clina1y man. He could take a bar of iron an inch and a half in diameter and five feet long, place the middle of it over the back of -his neck, and then fo1ce the end s forward until they met before his face. on one occa s ion he called upon a village blacksmith and made of him an everlasting ene-my by picking up a number of and snapping them in two as easily as if they had been pine sticks. THE NUMBER OF ARS When one looks up at the "star spangled" can opy of blue on a 'ine evening, he unconsciously thinks that the number of bright specks which shine to such a fine advantage against their azure background are beyond computation. Such, however, is not the case. Bring the eye to bear upon a certain section of the sky, with some first magnitude star for a starting point, 'and see what an eas y task it is to count all those within a large circle. You will not count more than half a thousand before you find out that you have covered a goodly part of the visible firmament; in fact, there are seldom more than six thousand stars visible to the naked eye from any one point of observa tion. A rare atmosphere may add a thousand to this number, but a slight haziness is more likely to re duce the visible number to one-fifth or one-fourth. There are probably another two thousand which are never (thos e lying around the poles) which gives us eight thousand in all that would possibly be visible to the naked eye. With an opera glass or cheap telescope the number may be increased to three hundred thousand, while with a large sized instrument like that of Lord Ro sse or the one of the Lick Observatory, seventy million of these worlds of greater or lesser magnitude may be quite readily counted The variance in the number to be seen with tht> naked eye, the opera das sand the more perfect astronomical instruments arises from the fact that some are larger, some are further away, while others yet are more brilliant than their fel low s There are onl y 'twenty of this entire lot known a s stars of the first magnitude; thirty-five are second magnitude stars. one hundred and forty are third, hundred and twenty-seven are fourth, nine hundred and sixty of the fifth, four thousand four hundred of the sixth, and about fourteen thousand of the seventh magnitude. 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96. PLUCK AND LUCK PLUCK AND LUCI\. NEW YORK JULY 22, 1 9 2 5 tltuele Co pie . ..... ....... Poataae .lfree Ooe cop7 '.l'hr.,. Moatha........ Uue Copy l:ll.r. a.touli ...... . " Uue Copy .... r .. . Cauadu, SHi O; 1'' orelitn, 16 00 HOW TO SE.NU .lllONJ!:l( At our risk. &eud P. 0 Money Order, Ch ec k or Re1rlstered" Letter; r ewittaucea lo an1 other way are at your rlek. We acceot Poataiie Stampe the aame aa cub. Wheo 11endln1r sliver wrap the coin lo a separate piece of paper to avoid cutt1u1r tile envelope. Write 7our name and addrews plalolJ. Address letters to llattT E. Welir. PrH. } HARRY E. WOLFF, Charles E N7laader. s..... Publisher, Inc., L. F. Wllaha, T..-a. 166 W. 23d St. N. Y. ITEMS OF INTEREST TURKISH. FIRE FIGHTING In Constantinople Turkish firemen r es pond t o an alarm of fire with a small pump attac hed t o a garden ho se. The city's fire loss is s o heavy that the city virtually i s rebuilt evecy fifty years. And stran!fely enough the mo s t popular attract i on in the municipal mu s eum i s a modern fire truck in bright r e d with b r a ss t r i mm i n gs, presented to the city before the World War by the G erman Kaise r. The Tur k s w e r e puzz led what to d o with it until s om e o ne suggested putting it in t he mus eum BABY COMES AS FREIGHT Neatly t agged and t r a v el ing a s frei g ht, two year old Carl And res B r umme arrived alone in H o boken o n the Scandinavian-Amer : can li ner H e l i g O lav the othe r day. Flapping from h is butt o nhol e and s eeming ve r y muc h oversi z e was a l a bel rea d i ng: I a m a n American citi z e n I speak Eng l is h. I am not lo s t n either a m I s trayi n g nor have I been k idnapped. I am goi n g ho m e t o my father and mpthe r in t h e U. S A." His parents met him a t the p i e r and t ook hi m t o his hom e a t 2767 Morris a venue, t h e B ro n x. WINTER DARKNESS IN SPITZBERGE N The period of winter _darkness in Spit:i;b erge n Northern Norway, begin s on Oct 26 and c on tinues until Feb. 17. The Midnight Sun rises above the horizon on -April 19 and s ink s belo w on Aug. 24. During the summer the temperature varies from 37 degrees to 50 degree s F., and in winter it drops as lo w a s --40 degrees; the mean annual temperature i s about 16 degrees F. Be cause of the dryness of the air the low temperatures d o not cause the penetrating chill that they would i n m ore humid regions ELECTRIC MACHINE FOR SEARCHING WORKERS To a void workers in factori e s which emplo y in their products gold, silver or prec iou s s tone s suffering the indignity. of se l e c _ted for aearching, a clever engmeer has mvented a special apparatus. Hitherto the cu s tom has t.een t.o a"p at .haphazard a c e rtaii:i proportion ? f the h a nds" leaving s u c h factories at thus apparently casting s u s picion upon the individual s o sele cted By t hi s n e w invention all this is ob viated, fo r the wo r ke r asked to adjourn to the searching r oom i s cho sen by a machine. The a ppar11tus c on sis t s of a container a number o f b a ll s corresponding to the number of workers engage d in the factory. Some of the -balls a r e m a d e of a material conductive of elec tricity. A s the workers pass to the exit they pres s a button, when a ball i s release d and rolls out of the container, and a white lamp glow s for a moment. In s uch case the work e r pass es on Should one o f the conducting spheres roll out, the ele c t r i c current turns on a red lamp, and that means that the person s o indicated is one of thos e to be searc hed. As any g_uantity of either kind of a ball can b e placed i n tli e machine beforehand, the managem e n t can decide how many, or how few workers are to be indicated by the red lamp and searche d accordingl y LAUGHS M ili tary Instructor-What i s meant by heredi tacy enemi es? Recru!t-Your relations. Doe s you r h u s b a n d g i v e you a little surpris e now and t hen?" Oh yes. H e occ a s ionall y come s h ome sober." Callow Youth-Barber, h ow long will I have to w ait for a shave? Barb e r (gla n cing a t him) O h, a bout two years. "What are yo u d oi n g i n that cupboard, B ertie?" Hush," sai d Berti e d igging a s poon into a jam pot, "I'm pretendin g to b e a burglar." B oss (to new b oy)-You're the s lo w e s t we've ever had. Aren't yo u qui ck at anything? Bo y Yes, sir; no b ody ca n get tired a s quick a s I can "What makes those p ies look s o thin? a s ked the r:ailroad restauran t manager. "Swattin' the flies wh a t light on 'em," replied the blonde girl atten da n t So, doctor, y o u are s till s ingle Ah, I fear that you a r e somewhat of a woman hater." "Nay madam; it is t o a v o i d becoming one that I mai n a bac h el or." T om-ls i t true that you propo s ed to Alice and were rejected? Jack-Not exactly rejected-she saiq when she felt like making a fool of herself she'd let me know. Her Father-You've be e n calling on my daughter fo r s ome time, young man. Why don't you com e down to business? Suitor-Ver" w ell! How .much a r e you go ing to leave her? "Want a jo"'b eh ? "Ye&, sir; I am looking for a place where there is plenty of work." "I am sorry, but there would not be enough work here to keep you bu s y an hour a d1ty "That's plenty of work for me, sir."


I r PLUCK AND LUCK POINTS OF INTEREST BEES IMPRISON FAMILY -'The family of Mathias Poschinger, Loui s ville, Ky: were held virtual pris_oners all day in their home "l:)y bee s e stimated to have numbered 60,000. The bees, vagrants from a nearby wootl, took possession of the Poschinger front porch. Every at--tempt of the besieged family to gain freedom was promptly blocked by the insects. \ IS.LAND OF ST. MARTIN St. Martin is one of the West India I slands, tl)e norther:Jl part belongiitg to the French,. and the s outher.i. part to the Dutch. It lie s midway between Anguilla and St; Bartholomew, latitude 18 degrees 4 minutes, longitude 53 de grees 10 minutes west. Its area is about 30 square miles. The surface is hilly, well watered, and in its southern part are some lagoons from which the Dutch obtain large quantities of salt. Of the French portion >"bout one-third is under cultivation. The chief products are rum and sugar. Ma;:iy cattle are reared. The southern. or Dutch, part is less fertile and wooded; the principal products are sugar, rum and salt. The French and Dutch made a settlement in this island in 1638, but they were expelled by the Spaniards, who themselves abandoned it in 16 50. The French and Du!ch subsequently resumed possession a;:id divided it between them. The population of the northern, or French, division "is about 1,500 and of the Dutch, or southern, part about the same. Forty years ago t;he population was about double what it .is today. PAVING THE WORLD'S STREETS The lake of asphalt in Trinidad has fallen only fifteen feet since its discovery by early explorers. despite the fact that approximately 4,000,000 tons of road-making material have been removed, says Popular Mechanics. It is estimated that 10,00 0,000 tons of the mixture have been s:hur_ned into asphalt by gases during. ;he1 ages in Pitch Lake, which is known as Devils Caldro_n amo1:1g the natives. To transport the matenal, rails mounted on ties have been extended over the surface and cars are run out to the diggers, who move the scene of operations, as each morning finds the holes left by the previous day's activity filled up .. About three ct:a-ys, the pitch covers the railway, which s lowly smks into the ::.oft material and must be raised and 1elaid By means of this track, 100,000 tons of asphalt are withdTawn from the lake each year. The entire deoosit covers an area of about 110 acres but its depth has never been measured. CAMELS IN AUSTRALIA Although the camel proved unsatisfacto1y for u se -as a beas t of burden in the mining region s of Nevada and Arizona, the animal is rapidly coming into favor and .,profitable u se in mining countries in other parts of the world. It seems probable to the mining industry that in South Africa the camel will take the p-lace of the horse for mo s t uses, as the camel is not injured by the insects which" prove fatal to the horse and the bullock, nor is it attacked by the diseases that destroy oth-er of burden. The Germans are already makmg great use of the camels in southwest Africa. They are found to be very valuable for making long journeys, as they are able to travel a whole week without water or food. In Australia the camel i s fast taking the place of bullocks for use in the barren interior regions. It is stated that there are already opened "up and in regular work in Australia five lines of camel traffic, and that on these lines over 2,000 camels are in daily use. Camels are found to be so useful that the number employed will be increased as rapidly as possible. With bullock teams only about ten miles a day can be made, but it is found that the camel will travel eighty-four miles in eighteen hours, carrying a load of 300 pound s. In the interior of Australia are 1,000,000 square miles of almost unknown desert, and it is on the great -inland plains that it is intended to utilize the camel trains; as by their use the various cases of civilization may be more directly connected than by the old bullock routes. On the arid plains and among the mud flats and brackish lakes the camel finds plenty of coarse grass and thorny shrubs on to subsist. It is claimed that work can be found in Australia for 1,000,000 camels. AN ODD KNIFE'S LONG TRIP. To cleanse one of the lonv pipes that crude oil from the wells of western Pennsylvania to the refineries in Philadelphia, an odd appearing instrument has just concluded its long journey hither underground. As the oil flows through these underground conduits, the paraffine in the fluid is separated, and this residuum incrusts the sides of the pipes and proves a serious hindrance to the free pa_ssage of the current of oil. The device that is used to remedy this evil i s a "knife about two feet in length, with a sharp edge that is constructed exactly like the thread of a s crew. Indeed, the knife itself resembles a huge headless screw more than anything e lse; it is always slightly smaller in diameter than the pipe it passes through. When the thickness of the crust of paraffine renders a cleansing neces sary, this instrument Is inserted in the fir s t link of the huge iron chain far off in the oil fields. It receives its motive power from the stream of petroleum, which i t accompanies all the way from Philadelphia. re volvinli" rapidly as it hurries along, and ing the channel s clean from every particle of paraffine. It turns and twists and cleanses fa this manner throughout its whole long journey, finally drooping f 1o m the pipes in the mids t of 1the va s t stream of petroleum that empties continuou sly into the receiving tanks at Philadelphia. Its edges, to be sure, are duller than when it se t out upon its expedition, but otherwise Its condi tion is perfect. It is immediately shipped back to the field s when it is sharpened again, and 1aid away until future paraffine accumulations require once more its valuable services.


PLUCK AND LUCK FROM ALL POINTS DAY AND NIGHT POPULATIONS OF SAND DUNES as cities have their hustling daytime 'IJOpu lat1ons and their night-life denizen s made up of quite separate classes of people, so the litffe 'Sa haras on American sand dunes )lave entirely different day and night populations of insects, Prof. Royal N. Chapman of the University of Minnesota and some of his graduate students have dis covered through a study Of small dunes in Minnesota. They found a night population consisting almost entirely of one species of beetle, which burrowed deeply into the ground at the first streak of day and remained there until dark came again. The daytime population was more varied. Both night and day groups were largely governed in their movements by temperature. COCAINE SUBSTITUTE USED AS ANESTHETIC A new anesthetic, which ultimately may result in the abandonment ofcocaine fop this purpose, has been discovered by Dr. Schulemann, German scientist, it was announced by the American Chemical Society. The new compound, known a s tutokain, is said to have been discovered among the intermediate products in the manufacture of artificial rub1>er. Unlike cocaine, it is non-poisonous in practical use, it is said, and can be sterilized without de composition. "Cocaine," according to the society's report, "is so much in demand in Germany to-day that because of its habit-forming properties attempts are being made to discontinue its use and gradu-ally forbid its manufacture and traffic." Both in chemistry and pharmacy, it is said, German scientists are endeavoring to substitute synthetic chemicals for medicin e s obtained from plants. TO EXPLORE VIRGINIA CAVES Headed by Dr. Chester A. Reeds of the Deoartrnent of Geology of the American Museum of Natural Hi s tory," a party of members of the Explorers' Club are now on a trip to 'the Endless Caverns in the Shenandoah Valley, near New Market, Va. The caverns were discovered in 1879. They were partly explored, and one section was opened to the public in 1920 They are believed to be several million years old, and the object of the present expedition is to visit the unexplored sections and locate the sources of the cave streams. Besides Dr. Reed s the party will include David L Brainard, Henry Collh1s Walsh, founder of the Explorers' Club; H. D. Aifuton, the biir irame photographer, who recently made the tri"p to Porto Rico on the naval diriirible Los Anireles, and Merle la Voy, known as an explorer of Alaska and the Solomon Islands. Dr. Reeds spent four days in the caverns last January, and this time expects to penetrate be yond the one and a half miles that already have lllMen exolored. THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76 Tales of the Revolution We can still supply the following numbers of the above Weekly: Price 8 Cents Each 1212 The Liberty J-:oys ut Trinty Fire; or, Cavturing a Dangerous SJ>Y. 1213 Helping Washington; or, Great Work at Wblte Marsb. 12H touui; Scout: 01, Fighting the Redcoat Raiden. 1215 In li"rog Swamp; or, General Marion" Dartns Deed. 1216 '' on Border; or, Exposed to Many Peril. 1217 Nene; or, Not Atrald of the King's Minions. 12lli Defiance; or, "Catl h and Hang "Cs If You Can." 1219 to the Rescue; or, A Host Within Themselves. 1220 Narrow Escape; or, A Neck and Neck Race with Death. 1221 Pluck; or, Undaunted by Odds. 1222 Peril; or, Threatened from All !!!Ides 1223 Luck; or, Fortune Favors the Brave. 1224 Trnp and What They Caught In It. 1225 Puzzled; or, The Tories Clever Scheme. 1226 Great Sttoke; or, Capturlnit a British Man-ot-War. 122'T Trapved: or, Tbe Tor:r. 1228 Big Mistake; or, Wbat Mlirbt Have Been. 1229 Fine Work; or, Doing Things Up Brown 1230 at Bay; or. The Closest Call of All. 1231" On Their Mettle; or, Makins. It Warm tor tbe Redcoats. 1232 Double Victory; or, Downing tbe Redcoats and Toi,:les 1233 Suspected ; or, Taken for British 1234 Clever Trick; or. Teaching the Redcoat11 a Thing or Two. 1zscue: or. In the Nick of Time. 12!\1 Big Day: or, Doln11t Business by Wholesale 12511 Net; or. Catchln11: the R edcoats and Tories. 1253 'Vorrie d : or, The Dlsappearanc" of Dick Slater. 1254 Iron Grlv; or. Squeezing the Redcoats. 12.'\5 Success; or, Doing What They Set Out to Do. 1-256 Setback; or, Defeated But Not Disgraced. 125 7 ln Toryville; .or. Dick Slater's F elt rfUI Risk. 1258 Aroused; or, Striking Strong Blows for Liberty. 1259 Triumph: or, Beatln1t the Redcoats at' Their Own Game. 1200 Scare; or. A Miss as Good as a Mlle. 1261 Dange r : or, Foes On All SldPs . 1 262 Flight: or, A V ery Narrow Escape. 12f>3 Strntegy: or, Outgene ralln11: the Enemy. 126-1 Wnrm 'York; or, Showing the Redcoats How to fight. 1265 Push: or. Bound to G e t There. 1266 Desparate Charge; or. With "Mad Anthony" at Stony ,Point. 1267 Justice, and How They Dealt It Out. 1268 Bombarded: or. A Very Warm Time. 1269 Seale d Orders; or. Going It Blind. l27U It H I ind: o r. -en king Rig C hances. 1271 Bra,e Stand: or. $et Rack But Not Defeated. 1272 Daring; or, Not Afraid of Anything. 1273 Big Risk; or Ready to Take Chance. Any of the above numbers will be malled to 1' postage free, upon receipt of. tbe price ln mone7, N postage &tamps. HARRY E. WOLFF, PUBLISHER, INO., 166 'Vest 23rd Street, New York. N. Y.


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