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#:5â€"â€"â€"-â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€" The Robbers of The following story is founded “everyone in this part of the country at Markham Swamp.” a continued story in The Liberal. SYNO ’Sls‘ The story open: about forty years ago in a small village near the town of Little York Mr Roland Gray is fleeing for his lifr: as the result of . having shot Mr. Ham in a duel which arises from hard feelings and insol- '(ence caused by the afi‘ection each has for a beautiful young lady, called As- tor, who lives with her father on a farm. The officers of the law have bloodhounds on Roland’s trail. Roland now thinks that his cap- ture is a surety but the seem to be in his favor, with the darkness of the night and the chang- ing of the wind he feels more at ease. Finally he comes upon the road and mounting a horse which one of his pursuers has left tied on the side of the road he hurriedly sped away. He meets Astor’s father but suc- cessfully disguises himself and pass- es on to be met by the captain of the men who have possession of Mark- l.am Swamp. He has no choice but t' 1.8 led to the heart of the. swamp where he learns a munhe: of horrible and sickening truths. Behind a huge rock he finds the gang assembled. One, a hideous looking rufi'ian, Joe Murfrey; another villiunous looking person, with greenish skin and flax- en hair, Jud Sykes, plays the part of a minister; the last of the male members of the gang being known as, The Lifter. Two ladies, one very young and at one time beautiful, Nancy, and Silent Poll who seems quite content with her lot, look after the domestic needs. Supper is pre- pared during which the ruit‘ian Joe begins to harbor a hatred for Roland on account of the attention Nancy gives him. Later on Roland discovâ€" ers that they are surrounded by a dense forest which hold the dread- ful secrets he is about to learn. Now Read On ‘But there is a very interesting hisâ€" L y-belongeen to the Rev. Mr. Jonas. That is, as how he became the Rev. Mr. Jonas. was caught when very ‘young at Pic- cadilly pickeen a gentleman’s pocket. He learnt the trade under one Fagan, a jew, the cheese toaster that you read about in that new book, Oliver Twist. He was sentenced to three years; but when he got out he joined the pickpockets again; but was again caught and transported to Australia. From“ that far away place he beat his passage to Halifax; and worked his way from that town, too, till he got to York. He was prime always at workeen anything. Well he got tired of idleness in York, and one night climbed into the residence of Sir Edmond Bond Head, the gov’nor, and stole his watch. The guv’nor fired, bathharmed notheen but the glass. ‘ 0 next he sold the watch to a Jew; but the detectives were on his truck and nabbed him. He was sent down for six years. ‘When two years were served he began to long for a more active life; and slipcen one night through the bars he came away. They put up the hueâ€"and-cry next morneen, and had half the country at his heeles. The capteen met him; said he was just the young nan he wanted; and took him to the heart of the establishment. ‘And now comes the interesteen part of the story. Mr. Sykes was not an idle man; he would scorn to eat a crumb of bread that he did not work for; so he was every day abroad, and if he could not bring in some- thing better he was sure to return a little after dark with a half 2‘. dozen chickeens or a couple of quarters of lamb or veal around his neck. day he came in with something that wasn’t lamb nor veal nor fowl. Now what do you think it was? Blow my eyes if it wasn’t a Methodist parson! ‘The parson was a meek lookeén man, with a white bow under his throat; and his name was Mr. Jonas. “What in thunder did you bring that sky pilot here for?” the capteen . asked in his most angry tones; while ould missus ran a screechen to the cavern. ‘ “I have good reason. I assure you. capteen, for the capture.” was the re- ply- theen to eat. this eveneen. circus to listen to him. The story was first published in 1886. elemcn‘. s - Well, it was like this. He { One . “Give the man of God some- Hc must pray for us ' It’ll be as good as a It's been so Markham Swamp on fact and as the author aptly said who is not deaf has heard of the gang It will run as ,long since we had divine service in here.” ‘Ah, young man it was great fun to hear that person pray and preach that night. The very; “Aisles of the dim~wood rang to the anthem,” that he raised; and I am sure he thought that he had carried our hearts by storm. He prayed God to soften our obdurate hearts; and especially ask- d heaven to cause these misguided men to relent in their intensheens, and permit him to go and carry the 'efresheen rain of the Gospel to thirs- ty ground. After the prayer was ended I showed him to his couch, the same whereon you slept last night, and before I said good night I asked him to pray for me. He squeezed my hand and said: “Is your heart softened? May I depend on you?” “I answered, “Fear not. I have been. a burneen brand and you have snatched me from the fire.” He turn- ed his eyes toward the clayey roof and gave thanks. When I returned to the upper air Mr. Sykes had gath- ered Mr. Jonas’ late congregasheen about him and thus addresed the meeteen: “Brethern and sisters, I intend to amend my life. I have been a wick- ed man; but the good person below has carried the grace of God to my heart. Henceforth my mission shall be to preach the Word. So zealous am I‘H'n this respect that I intend to preach instead of Mr. Jonas!” ‘For several minutes I could not ,gather what he meant; but it became quite clear when he added: ‘ “This congregasheen is large and wealthy enough to retain a preacher lunto itself. Capteen with your per- mission we will keep Mr. Jonas!” The Capteen who long before had caught Mr. Sykes’ intention, nodded a hearty Ilapproval. I ‘That eveneen Mr. Sykes took pos- 6session of Mr. Jonas’ private letters, recommendations, etc.; and likewise [bore aWay to his own digeens a bible, [several prayer books, and three or four hymn books belonging to the lpreacher. “Brethren and sisters.” he said, I am no longer the wicked Ned Sykes. but the good and Reverend Mr. Jonas. ‘That day, clad in the clergyman’s very robes, with a white tie under his chin, and three holy books under ’his arm he set forth. He visited ievery Wesleyan family in the neigh- borhood; presented his credentials at leach house, and received from one and all a cordial and Christian welâ€" come. Since that time he has preach- ed regularly every Sunday; hc has the “run” of every Christian house in the denomination through the coun- Ity of York. More than this, he is noted for his piety and eloquence, ‘and people who will not trust the Ibanks, deliver their wealth into his |hands for safe keepeen. About twice in the year he preaches a charity sermon, for the help of the widow, 'the orphan, and the distressed, gen- erally; and requests that the amouts be forwarded to him for disposal. ‘During his ministerial misheen he ,has collected about thirty watches; close upon a basketful of silver , spoons; while he has led a nightly at- ltack upon tenhouses belonging to his parishioners. He has killed, with his own hands, in his own bed, the {classâ€"leader in the Wesleyan Sunday lSchool ,and wounded one of the church Itrustccs. But he attended afterwards ‘with much concern and read words of lconsolation to the wounded man.’ I ‘My God!’ Roland interrupted, ‘this is shocking. Does he still continue '. at this work of infamous hypocrisy?’ ‘Bless your heart. yes.’ ‘Eternal heaven, he is the eloquent minister who preaches every other . Sunday at the Don?’ ‘The very same.’ I ‘Why I have gone there myself and heard him, attracted by his great re- ; pute. Yes, now that I come to reflect this miscreant who went out this morning and the preacher to whom I listened with such rapt attention are I one and the same man.’ l by his discourse.’ The Lifter said. l ‘And pray,’ our hero inquired, ‘what Qbecame of the poor minister, the real 1 Mr. Jonas?’ ‘ ‘Oh they kept him confined for sev~ tral months, and he wasted‘aw‘ay be- yond believing. Nobody here took to him like. At last the new Mr. Jonas [said to him one morning: ‘ “Mr. Jonas that was. pray come ‘5 down with me to the side of the lake E that We may converse. I like best to 1 contemplate the might of God through the agitasheen of the waters: and be- ’ hold how the storm blows!" , ‘The poor wasted Wesleyan \vent ,with him: but he nex’er came back. ’An hour later the new Mr. Jonas reâ€" ininister. We afterwards ' the real ‘I hope that you were made better 1 I ‘Great God, how horrible!’ i ‘There now, you must not say any- lthing against the habits and custims lof the place. I will bid you good ’mornecn/ Taking his rcd and line ‘the sleek dcspcrado made his way up lthc stream; and our hero was left to horrible recollection. There was a noise among the parched leaves. and a moving of boughs. Then Nancy stood before him. She did not expect to find him here at the first turn. and {she blushed deeply. ‘I thought that The Liitcr was with you still. But I am glad he has left you. We shall fish and talk here. Has The Lifter told you anything a- bout the history of the highwaymen?’ "Yes I have heard enough to make me sick at heart.’ ‘Did he tell you about the captain?’ ‘No.’ ‘Well the Captain is his own father and the old woman is his grandmoth- er. The robber chief’s father was known as “Nick the Highwayman,” a terrible person whose name made everybody’s heart beat fast fifty years ago.’ ‘But how came you here. Nancy? You look different from the people about you} your language is elegant and you appear as if you had been born well.’ , Such words from him embarassed the girl. But when the blood began to return to her cheeks, she heaved a sigh so piteous and profound as to move every spring of pity in our he- ro’s heart. ‘Ah. yes; I knew purer and more happy days,’ she replied; ‘but to comâ€" mence my story is like opening again wounds that once have tortured. 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