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Show 11 JOHN BURTlluAMrSL Ml Autkor of "The Kldnirr' MllUwulrei," "Colentl Monroe's faKlrine." E"- JH K OurvHt iit lB v I All rlshU I OorvmuuT, lil T Wj 'S; rniui.icK urm adih ttmtni A. J. lissisi liinnLa ct HM-X-0-M-4COt-0(-OC-UCAX-C(-UC'UC CHAPTER FOUR Continued. Jim aimed n blow nt Johns head, which was parried John aung to the chin, nnd the next Instant Jim clenched and both fell eight feet Into the water The jiool was deep and It seemed to Jim as It they neier nouhl come to the surface When he did, nnd had gasped for breath, a pair of strong hands grlppil hl neck nnd he went down again The water sang In bla ears, the world grew black around lilm Then It suddenly became light. The cool and splendid nlr filled his nostrils, and n Nolo sounded In his ears' "Say 'enough,' or down mi go again!" "linough' It-e-e-nough' I'll quit," spluttered Jim Make, throwing bis arms about w 11.11 . With on hand firmly gripping Jim Illnke's collar John Hurt swam nslmre with the other. It was ten minutes before Illake terot creil his breath, then they shook hands with the grnv-It) grnv-It) of trained pugilists. A week later John met Jim nnd was told of a flogging he bad recoiled re-coiled from his father, who was notorious no-torious ns the lllage drunkard. Thereupon developed In John Hurt and James Make that strong friendship friend-ship so frequent between boys of con trusting natures, They seemed to bnvo only two traits In common both were frni It nnd both generous. When Jim Illake was setcntecn years old, he decided, to run nwny from home. Tho two bos tnlked It over many times. To the scanty hoard In Jim's possession John Hurt added thlrtj-flvo dollars all tho money ho had sated from sums given giv-en him nt various times by I'cter Hurt. So, with forty odd dollars In bis pocket nnd with tears In his bnndMimo eyes, Jim Iltako shook hands with John Hurt and went out Into tho world to seek his fortune. TMpL jsh lmsFr Krr,y I.ltllo did thesn two hoys think, as Ihcy parted that October afternoon, that their nets nnd pnsslons nnd lles would ono day ho woten by fnto Into t web of marvelous workmanship. CHAPTER FIVE. The Runaway. Tlirco jeara elapsed before Jessie Carden returned to tho Hlshop farm. John Hurt wns now twenty years old, and had successfully passed tho examination ex-amination which admitted him to Hannrd. (leneral Carden camo with Jossle, delighted with tho prospect of a week's rest In tho old home. General Carden was an enthusiastic enthusias-tic horseman. Jessie, was stilt unpacking un-packing her trunks when her father sent word that tho carrlago was ready, and that she. was to drlvo with him, A fow minutes later they wero speeding down tho old beach road, They drovo for miles along tho winding, wind-ing, shaded roads, Tho breeze camo cool nnd salt from tho ocean, nnd tha air wns fragrant with tho breath of summer, A bit of tho hnrncss had becomo unbuckled. Handing tho reins to J cask' ca-sk' Uunvral Carden stepped to tha ground to adjust It. Ills feet hail hardly touched tho ground when u prowling hunter, a fow rods nway, discharged a gun. Tho report was terrifying, nnd tho affrighted horses leaped ahead. Josslo was thrown violently vi-olently backward, tho lines slipping from her hands. General Carden sprang for tho horses' heads an Instant In-stant too lato. Ho caught ono gllmpso of his (laughter's white fncu as sho swopt past him. The agony of years was compressed Into tho succeeding moments. The frcnzlod team dashed down tho steep grado at appalling speed. At the baso of tho hill, and almost In front of tho Hurt farmhouse, was a sharp curve. Then tho road skirted tho cliffs for a quarter of a mile. He-yond He-yond lay a crooked hill, llnod with ragged rocks tho most dangerous slope for miles around." Through tha cloud of dust tho old soldier saw the team i" It passed tha old house Af i in, be yi hi I, a man lightly vs t n ami darted towards imr.' C'srdonS " Nere hlut.s i ho I iw a f blue i.m. lHw as If Mimo- tin heua hurled In front of tho I. "n t umi It clung to the head oi i horsi", and was tossed back arC forth by the frantic animal. For an Instant tho Qcuro secui-d boneath the liamtmrlng hwfs Could any human being hold fast In such a position po-sition , .. the turn In the road the general distinctly saw a man clinging to the horses' bits bruised by tho swaying Imle a pigmy who dared check tho flight of giants. They swerved sharply at the cune The off horse stumbled, lurched sldewajs nnd fell. There was n crash; the sickening sound of splintered wood nl clinking lew): then a silence, as the duel lifted lift-ed nnd rmealed the Jagged outlines) ol a mass of wreckage As (lencral Garden neared the fateful fate-ful sit he saw an old man run from the Hurt anl and plungo Into the wreck A moment later he saw something some-thing In the) rescuer's hands. A crumpled blue hat nboe dark curls showed plain In contrast to tho whllo hair of tho aged giant, who handled the Utile flgiirn ns If It were a feather, feath-er, laid It gently by the side of tho road, and ngaln darted Into the twisted twist-ed mass (leneral Carden breathed a silent prayer. He was n few rods away when Jessie iiuned slowly, lifted her head and sprang to her feet. "I'm not hurt, pn!" she exclaimed braxely. "I nm not hurt a bit. Oh, what has hnppencdT" "Thnnk tlod! Thank tlo.ll" Ho caught Jessie In his arms, gazed fondly Into her eyes, and tenderly embraced her. (leneral Carden turned to tho aid of Peter Hurt. Tangled In tho harness, a horse was plunging nnd struggling In an nttempt to regain his feet. Tho other horse wos dead, and beneath his sTiouldcr was pinioned the leg of n )oung man. Mood wns trickling down his face, and ha lay In tho dust of the road, limp nnd deathlike. Ills right hand still grasped tho bit; his head was near the hoofs of tho frantic fran-tic nnlrnil "Hold that horse's head down!" or- dereil tho old man, O'ncral Cardrn throw his weight on tho beast's neck Jessie was hovering near, wrlnglag her hands In pity and excitement. "When I lift that horse will ou drng my boy's leg from under?" "Vos, sir; oh, hurry, sir'" Crouching down, I'eter Hurt threw tho head of tho dead anlmnl across his shoulder. Ha grasped tho trace with ono hand nnd (ho foreleg with tlm other. In Ills prime ho had raised twelvo hundred pounds, dead weight. With a hcavo of his masslvo should crs ho raised tho forward part of the horso clean from tho ground, and Jessie Jes-sie quickly released tho pinioned limb of tho motionless )oung man. Tho old man gathered tho body In his arms, and carried It to a grass plot by tho aide of tho road. Ho rest ed his gray hond for a moment on the young man's chest, nnd heard the faint flutter of tho heart. In accents which thrilled Jessie, Carden ho exclaimed ex-claimed "He llvoa' Ho lives! I'ralso God, my boy Is not dead!" At that moment Jasper appeared nnd wns dispatched for Dr. Ilandalt. General Carden cut tho traces, and thu uninjured horso regained his feet. Mrs, Jasper brought n bnsln of water, and when General Carden Joined the silent group Jossle wns washing the dust and blood from tho wblto face and smoothing back tho curling locks. "Why, It's John Hurt! It's John Hurt, papa'" sho exclaimed, tears starting to her beautiful eyes. "Will ho die, Mr. Hurt? Will ho die! Oh, papa, Is thoru nothing wo can do!" "Ho will not dlo, my child," said tho old man In n clear, calm voice. "It la written that ho shall llvo these many onrs," Just ns Dr. Itandall arrived, John regained consciousness and begged a glass of water. Jossle and her father waited anxiously for the physician's vrrdlct. Tho old man appeared first, and though ho spoko not, his radiant faco told tho story. "He Is badly cut and bruised In several sev-eral places, but no bones are broken," said Dr. Itandall. Jossle clapped her hands for Joy. "Ho wilt bo up and about In a week." Jnsper was ready with the Hurt family carriage; and, leaving a kindly kind-ly message for the grandslre, they returned re-turned to the Hlshop house. Jessie found that she had a fow bruises, but sho laughed nt her aches, and talked only of tho horulsm of brave John Hurt. The next day she soot him a beautiful bunch of i -is, and another tasHH Ji i ciding day until word cam. BsJ It llrhdall that the young man bsIh'.i i t up and might recolvs r'- lh drove to tho farm f ml .N.r. ushered Into the 'iotsm I I n stiul) room for seven ts '"in ml rnrden advanced and J"'! I inhn s hand "My boy, God " win do not know how to wok nii Jessie hate yon nothing " ssy in the young man who saved r hf" "I inter thought" said Jessie. "Ming her hands In his. "that the l ho taught me how to catch JMks would one dsy save my life. B ynu know- I always told Miss Mai thai you weren t riffraff, and you I was right'" John looked handsome as ho lay In the great armchair. "I'm 14 I had a chance to be of service M I had met before." he said, as Jl tixik n seat beside him; "Isoush I confess 1 should not reoog l ymi as the little girl who visited He seersl years ago You are n Issag Isd) now. and I should hardly ' lylress you as Jessie, and that's 1st only name I knew )im by In those tjs' "I am not yet sixteen, nnd nu can Nil me Jessie until I tell im not to Wl't he iwpaT" "I suppose so." said General Car-. Car-. 'rlbe Is a spoiled child Mr. Dart." turning to the old gentleman, "ad I have ceased making rules, lest W should break them." boring (he hour which followed. Jessie snd John talked of n score of testes John deftly turning the conversation con-versation from the runaway accident. How dainty, )et how healthy, Jneale looked' The July sun had begun lis ttthlng of tan. The slender neck, k,rc tho brown tressea protected II, Vis dsullng. shading nway to cheek ind brow In hlendlngs of cream, pink lad tin, which defied touch of brush or skill of words The arched eye-browi eye-browi and the dnrk silken lashes frimed eyes which glowed with tho smouldering fires of dawning womanhood. woman-hood. The mouth was not too small, ml the llts wero ruddy as rlpu cherries. cher-ries. And this was tho being ho had Hied from mutilation against the ersel rocks' As he looked at her, hsrd the rippling music of her voice i&4 felt the subtle Inspiration of her (rtstDcc the thought enmo that there wis something selfish In bis Joy nnd pride. Whit was It? Is line selflshT CHAPTER BIX. Summer Days, John Hurt sprang Into his saddle with in ease that showed complete recoiery from the runaway accident, aad cantered to Jessie Cardan's sldo. They waved their hands gaily to Mrs. llfctiop, and galloped away under tha artslng mnplea that formed nn avo-vntH avo-vntH beforo tho old mansion. It was Join's fourth visit slnco Jessla's sr-tlnl, sr-tlnl, and his sosonstlnn of a rldo to thH had bccirinTnnRly accepted. An hour later they stood on tho heights abovo Point Allcrlon. Ilolow, thn wUo crescent of Nantasket Heacli swung to the south and east; within It "crawled tho wrinkled sea." livery foot of ground was hallowed by history his-tory and legend. From that olnt their ancestors watched tho Chens-peuko Chens-peuko as sho salted proudly out to fight tha Shannon, there they had wept when they learned that the bravo Ijiwrcnco had gone to his death shouting encouragement to his crew Thcnco Captain John Smith first sighted tho harbor. Tho red warriors of King riilllp camped whero tin stood. A short distance away the Mary and John had anchored with her freight of pioneers, A mllo to the nortli stood Ikiston Light, and thoy pictured Uml Howe's licet soiling soil-ing past It, swelling disdainfully out to sea. (To bo continued.) |