E. McNElLL, Receiver. TO THE GIVES THE CHOICE OF TWO TRANSCONTINENTAL ROUTES DENVER OMAHA SPOKANE Minneapolis AND AND ST. PAUL KANSAS CY LOW BATES TO ALL EASTERN CITIES. OCEAN STEAMERS Leave Portland Every 5 Days • • FOR • • SAN + FRANCISCO For full detail» call on C. A. WALLACE, McMinnville, Or. Or Address: W. II III«LIH KT, Gen. Pass. Agt. POHTL 45D, OK. EAST AND SOUTH VIA The Shasta Route OF THE Express Trains Leave Portland Daily ARRIVE Portland......... 8 50 P M | San Francisco.. 10:45 A M flr.n Francisco. 6:00 P M I Portland........... 8:10 AM Above trains stop at East Portland, Oregon City, Woodburn, Salem. Turner, Marion. Jefferson, Albany,AlbanyJunction,Tangent,Shedds, Halsey, Harrisburg. Junction City, Irving, Eugene, Cres­ well, Drains and all stations from Roseburg to Ashland inclusive. Koteburff Mall Daily. LEAVE: ARRIVE: Portland........ 8:30 A M I Roseburg 5.20 P M Roseburg 8:00 A M | Portland 4.40 PM Salem Passenger Daily. LEAVE ARRIVE Portland.......... 4:00 P M I Salem............ 6:15 P M I Salem.............. 8 .00 A M | Pori laud .10:15 A M I DINING CARS ON OGDEN ROUTE. PULLMHN* BUFFET SLEEPERS SECOND CLASSSLEEPING CARS, Attached to all Through Trains. BETWEEN .West Side Division. PORTLAND AND CORVALLIS Mail Train Daily, (Except Sunday.) 7:3Ó A M I Lv 10:15 A M 1 Lv 12;15 P M 1 Ar Portland McMinnville Corvallis Ar 1 5 40 P M Lv I 3:01 P M Lv| 1:00 P M At Albany and Corvallis connect with trains of Or. Central . 1895, at the hour of one o’clock p. m.. of .'■aid day, at the court house door in McMinnville, Yamhill county, Oi- egon. sell at public auction to the highest bidder for cash in hand, the above described real prop­ erty in accordance with said decree and in the following manner, to-wit: First—Tract No. 1. The whole of said 160 acres (saving and excepting therefrom, forty acres thereof, described ss fol.ows, to-wit: Begili­ ning at the northwest corner of the east half of the donation land claim of GtOtge W. Perkins and wife, Notification No 4415, in T. 2 S. R. 5 W. of the Willamette meridian in Yamhill county, Oregon; thence east 6$ rod»; thence south to the center of the county road now there; thence west along center of said county road to the west line of said east half of said donation land claim; thence north on said west line of said east half oi said claim to the place oi beginning, and con­ taining 40 acres more or less) said forty acres be­ ing that part of said one hundred and sixty acres in which said defendants George Huntley and his wile, Mahala E. Huntley, have an inter­ est, au«i if the proceeds arising iruui the sale of said one hundred and sixty acres less said forty acres, is liMuftlvient to tally satisfy me said sum» of money a» herein auove stated due upon said writ, CO«’» »nn accruing costs, I will at said t ine and plac. and then and there under and by vir­ tue of said judgment, decree, execution and or­ der of sale, sell at public auction to the highest bidder for cash in band the forty acres oi " and above described tn order to obtain funds with which to satisfy the sums of money remaining due upon said writ of execution. Dated this the 5th day of June. a . D. 1895 W. G HENDERSON, Sheriff of Yamhill county, Oregon. AUTMOft OF “THE MAtflN BLAÇtV; “A .GENTLEMAN OF FRANCE ”, E,c. «opvRiöHT 189 a by casseilpublishinc co., all rights ' reserveo and not I. I went to him and grasped his haud, and though I said nothing he seemed, after a single start of surprise, to understand me fully. He understood me even better, if that were possible, an hour later, when Dymphna had told him of her adventure with the Spaniard, and became to me to thank me. Ordered myself to be idle, I found all busy round me, busy with a stealthy dili­ gence. Master Lindstrom was packing his plate. Dymphna, pale, but with soft, hap­ py eyes—for had she not cause to be proud? —was preparing food and thick clothing. The duchess had fetched her child and was dressing it for the journey. Master Bertie was collecting small matters and looking to our arms. In one or other of these occupations—I can guess in which— Van Tree was giving his aid. And so, since the duchess would not let me do anything, it chanced that presently I found myself left alone for a few minutes with Anne. I was not watching her. I was gnawing my nails in a fit of despondency, reflect­ ing that I was nothing but a hindrance and adrawbackto my friends, since when­ ever a move had to be made I was sure to bo invalided, when I became aware, through somo mysterious sense, that my companion, who was kneeling on the floor behind me, packing, had desisted from her work and was gazing fixedly at mo. I turned. Yes; she was looking at me, her eyes, in which a smoldering lire seemed to burn, contrasting vividly with her pale face and contracted brows. When she saw that I had turned—of which at tirst she did not seem aware—she rose and camo to me and laid a hand on my shoulder and leaned over me. A feeling that was very like fright fell upon me, her manner was so strange. "What is it?” I stammered as she still pored on mein silence, still main­ tained her attitude. “What is the matter, Anne?” “Are you quite a fool?” she whispered, her voice almost a hiss, her hot breath on my cheek. “Have you no sense left that you trust that man?" For a moment I failed to understand her. "What man?” I said. “Oh, Van Treel” “Aye, Van Tree! Who else? Will you go straight into the trap be has laid for you?” She moistened her lips with her tongue, as though they were parched. | “You are all mad! Mad, I think! Don’t you see, ’ ’ she continued, stooping over me again and whispering hurriedly, her wild eyes close to mine, “that ho is jealous of ' you?” "He was,” I said uneasily. “That is I all right now. ” “He was? He Is!” she retorted. “He went away wild with you. He comes back smiling and bolding out Ills band. Do you trust him? Don’t you see—don’t you see, "she cried, rocking me to and fro with her hand in her excitement, “that he is fooling you? He is leading us all into a | trap that has been laid carefully enough. What is this tale of an English envoy on his way to Germany? Rubbish—rubbish, . I tell you!” “But Clarence”— “Bab! It was all your fancy!” she cried fiercely, her eyes for the moment flitting to the door, then returning to my face. ■ "How should he And us here? Or what has Clarence to do with an English en­ voy?” “I do not know,” I said. She had not in the least persuaded me. In a rare mo­ ment I had seen into Van Tree’s soul and trusted him implicitly. “Please take care,” I added, wincing under her hand. | "You hurt me!” Sho sprang back with a sudden change of countenance as if I had struck her and It was uttered in a voice so low and muf­ for a moment cowered away from me, her fled that we gained no information and former passion still apparent fighting for rather augured treachery the more. I re­ tho mastery in her face. I set down her member noticing how each took the crisis; condition to terror at the plight we were bow Mistress Anne’s face was set hard all in or to vexation that no one would and her breath came in jerks; how Dymph­ take her view. The next moment I went na, pale and trembling, seemed yet to further. I thought her mad, when she have eyes only for her father; how the turned abruptly from me, and flying to duchess faced the entrance like a queen at the door by which Van Tree had entered bay. AU this I took in at a glance. Then began with trembling fingers to release my gaze returned to Master Lindstrom as the pin which confined the bar. he dropped tho bar with a jerk. Tho door "Stop! Stop! You will ruin all!” I cried was pushed open at once as far as it would in horror. “They can see that door from go. A draft of cold air came in, and with the river, and if they see the light they it Van Tree. He shut the door behind will know we are up and have taken the him. alarm, and they may make a dash to se­ Never were six people sotakon aback as cure us. Stop, Anne I Stop!” I cried. But we were. But the newcomer, whose face the girl was deaf. She tugged desperately was flushed with haste and excitement, at the pin and bad already loosened tho observed nothing. Apparently be saw bar when I caught her by the arms, and nothing unexpected even in our presence pushing her away set my back against the down stairs at that hour, nothing hostile door. "Don’t be foolish!” I said gently. or questioning in the half circle of aston­ | "You have lost your head. You must let ished faces turned toward him. On the us men settle these things, Anne.” She was indeed beside herself, for she contrary, he seemed pleased. "Ah,” he exclaimed gutterally, "it is well! You are faced me during a second or two as though she would spring upon me and tear me up! You have taken tho alarm!” It was to me he spoke, and I was so from the door. Her hands worked; her surprised by that and by his sudden ap­ eyes gleamed; her strong white teeth pearance, so dumfounded by his easy ad­ showed themselves. 1 shuddered. I had dress and the absence of all self conscious­ never pictured her looking like that. ness on his part, so struck by a change in Then, as steps sounded on the 6tairs and him, that I stared in silence. I could not cheerful voices—cheerful they seemed to believe that this was the same half shy, me as they broke in on that strange 6cene halt fierce young man who had flung away a few hours before in a passion of jealousy. —drew nearer, she turned, and walking My theory that he was the assassin deliberately to a seat fell to weeping hys­ seemed on a sudden extravagant, though terically. here he was on the spot. When Master “What are you doing to that door?” Lindstrom asked: "Alarm? What alarm?” cried the duchess sharply as she entered I listened for his answer as I should have with the others. I was securing the bar listened for the answer of a friend and again. ally, without hesitation, without distrust, “Nothing,” I said stolidly. “I am see­ for, in truth, the man was transfigured— ing that it is fast.” changed by the rise of something to tho "And hoity toity, miss!” she continued, surface which ordinarily lay hid In him. turning to Anne. “What has come over Before be had seemed churlish, awkward, you, I would like to know? Stop crying, a boor. But in this hour of cur need and girl. What is the matter with you? Will of his opportunity he showed himself as you shame us all before this Dutch maid? lie was. Action and purpose lilted him Here, carry these things to the back door. ” Anno somehow stifled her sobs and rose. above bis outward seeming. I caught the Seeming by a great effort to recover com­ generous sparklo in bis eye aud trusted posure, she went out, keeping her face to him. tho last averted from me. •Wha*!” he said, keeping his voice low. We all followed, variously laden, Mas­ "You do not know? They are coming to ter Lindstrom and Van Tree, who carried arrest you. Their plan is to surround the between them the plate chest, being tho house before daybreak. Already there is last to leave. There was not ono of us, a boat lying in the river watching the even of us who had only known the house landing stage.” a few weeks, who did not heave a sigh as "Whom are they coming to arrest?” I we passed out of the warm lamp lit par­ asked. The others were silent, looking at lor, which, littered as it was with tho this strange messenger with mingled feel­ debris of packing, looked still pleasant ing. and oomfortable in comparison with the "All, I fear,” he replied. "You, too, darkness outside and the uncertain future Master Lindstrom. Some one has traced before us. What, then, must have been your English friends hither and informed the pain of parting to those who had never against you. I know not on wliat ground known any other home? Yet they took it you are included, but I fear the worst. bravely. To Dymphna Van Tree’s return There is not a moment to be lost If you had brought great happiness. To Master would escape by the bridge before the Lindstrom any ending to a long series of troop who are on the way to guard it ar­ anxieties and humiliations was welcome. To Van Tree—well, he had Dymphna with rives. ” "The landing stage, you say, is already him, and his side of the plate chest was watched?” our host asked, his phlegmatic heavy and gave him ample employment. We passed out silently through the back coolness showing at its best. His eyes roved round the room, and he tugged, as door, leaving the young Dutchman to lock was his habit when deep in thought, at it behind us, and flitted, a line of gliding bis beard. I felt sure that he was calcu­ shadows, through the orchard. It was 2 lating which of his possessions be could o'clock; the sky was overcast; a slight drizzle was falling. Once an alarm was remove. “Yes,” Van Tree answered. “My fa­ given that wo were being followed, and ther got wind of the plan in Arnheim. we huddled together and stood breathless, An English envoy arrived there yesterday a clump of dark figures gazing affrighted- on his way to Cleves or some part of Ger­ ly at the tree trunks which surrounded us, many. It is rumored that he has come and which seemed—at least to the worn out of his road to inquire after certain en's eyes—to be moving and to bo men English fugitives whom his government closing in on us. But the alarm was groundless, and are anxious to seize. But, come, we have with no greater mishap than a few stum­ no time to lose! Lot us go!” “Do you come, too?” Master Lindstrom bles when we came to the slippery edge of said, pausing in the act of turning away. the creek we reached the boat, and one by He spoke in Dutch, but by some inspira­ one, admirably ordered by our host, got in tion born of sympathy I understood both and took our seats. Van Tree and Master Lindstrom pushed us off. Then they his question and the answer. "Yes; I oome. Where Dymphna goes I swung themselves in and paddled warily go, and where she stops I stop, though it along, close under the bank, where the be at Madrid itself,” the young man an­ shadows of the poplars fell across us, and swered gallantly. His eyes kindled, and our figures blended darkly with the line he seemed to grow taller and to gain maj­ of rushes on the shore. esty. The barrier of race, which had hin­ CHAPTER XII. dered me from viewing him fairly before, fell in a trice. I felt now only a kindly We coasted along in this silent fashion sorrow that he had done this noble thing nearly as tuf as the hamlet and bridge, fob We had forgotten that she could not understand English. But this did not serve her, for without a pause Mistress Anne turned to her and unfalteringly 6aid something in her scanty Dutch which came to the same thing. A word or two of questioning and explanation followed. Then the meaning of the accusation dawned at last on Dymphna s mind. I looked for an outburst of tears or protes­ tations. Instead, with a glance of wonder and great acorn, with a single indignant widening of her beautiful eyes, she replied by a curt Dutch sentence. “What does she say!” my lady ex­ claimed eagerly. "She says,” replied Master Lindstrom, who was looking on gravely, “that it is a base lie, madam.” On that we became spectators. It seemed to me, and I think to all of us, that the two girls stood apart from us in a circle of light by themselves, confront­ ing one another with sharp glances, as though a curtain had been raised from between them, and they saw one another in their truo colors and recognized some natural antagonism or it might be some rivalry each in the other. I thiuk I was not peculiar in feeling this, for we all kept silence for a space, as though expecting something to follow. In the middle of this silence there camo a low rapping at the door. One uttered a faint shriek; another stood as if turned to stone. The duchess cried for her child. The rest of us looked at one another. Midnight was past. Who could be abroad, who could want us at this hour? As a rule, we should have been in bed and asleep loDg ago. We had no neighbors save the cotters on the far side of the island. We knew of no ono likely to arrive at this time with any good in­ tent. "I will open,” said Master Lindstrom, but he looked doubtfully at the women folk as he said it. "One minute,” whispered tho duchess. “That table is solid and heavy. Could you not”— “Put it across tho door?” concluded her husband. “Yes; we will. ” And it was done at once, the two men—my lady would not let me help—so arranging It that it prevented tho door being opened to its full width. “That will stop a rush,” said Master Bertie, with satisfaction. It did strengthen the position, yet it was a nervous moment when our host pre­ pared to lower the bar. "Who is there?” he cried loudly. We waited, listening and looking at one another, the fear of arrest and tho horrors of tho inquisition looming large in the minds of some of us at least. The an­ swer, when it came, did not reassure us. lowing, but farther inshore, the course which Master Lindstrom and I had taken when on our way to bury the Spaniard. A certain point gained, at a signal from our host we struck out into the open and rowed swiftly toward the edge of the marsh. This was the critical moment; but, so far as we could learn, our passage was unnoticed. We reached the fringu of rushes. With a prolonged hissing sound the boat pushed through them. A flight of waterfowl rose, whirring and clapping about us, and we floated out into a dim, misty lake, whose shores and surfaco stretched away on every side, alike dark, shifting and uncertain. Across this the Dutchman steered us, bringing us presently to a narrow opening, through which we glided into a second and smaller mere. At the farther end of this one the way seemed barred by a black, im­ penetrable wall of rushes, which rose far above our heads. But the tall stems bent slowly with many a whispered protest be­ fore our silent onset, and we slid into a deep water lane, here narrow, there wid­ ening into a pool, in one placo dark, in another reflecting the gray night sky. Down this we sped swiftly, the sullen plash of the oars and the walls of rushes always with us. For ourselves, we crouched still and silent, shivering and listening for sounds of pursuit, now start­ ing at the splash of a frog, again shudder­ ing at tho cry of a night bird. The duch­ ess, her child and 1 were in tho bows, Master Lindstrom, bis daughter and Mis­ tress Anne in the stern. They had inado me comfortable with tbo baggage aud somo warm coverings and would insist on treating me as helpless. Even when the others began to talk in whispers tho duch­ ess enjoined silence on me and Lade me sleep. Presently I did so, my last impres­ sion one of unending waterways and shoreless, shadowy lakes. When I awoke, the sun was high, and the scene was changed indeed. We lay on the bosom of a broad river, our boat seem­ ing now to stand still as the sail flapped idly, now to heel over and shoot forward as the light breeze struck us. The shores abreast of us were still low and reedy, but ahead the slopes of green wooded hills rose gently from the stream. Master Ber­ tie was steering, and seeing me lift my head greeted me with a 6inile. The girls in the stern were covered up and asleep. Amidships, too, Master Lindstrom and Van Tree had curled themselves up be­ tween the thwarts and were slumbering peacefully. I turned to look for the duch­ ess and found her sitting wide awake at my elbow, her eyes on her husband. “Well,” she said, smiling, “do you feel better now? You have had a good sleep." “How long have I been asleep, please?” I asked, bewildored by the sunshine, by the shining river and the green hills, by tho fresh morning air, by the change in everything, and answering in a question, as peoplo freshly aroused do nine times out of ten, “Where are we?” “You have been asleep nearly six hours, and wo are on tbo Rhine, near Emmerich.” she answered, smiling. She was pale, aud the long hours of watching had drawn dark circles round her eyes. But the old undaunted courago shone In them still, and her smile was as sweet as ever. “Have we passed the frontier?” I asked eagerly. “Well, nearly,” she answered. “But how does your wound feel?” “Rather stiff and sore,” I said ruefully after making an experiment by moving my body to and fro. “And I am very thirsty, but I could steer.” “So you shall, ’’ she said. “Only first eat something. We broke our fast before the others lay down. There is bread and meat behind you, and some hollands and water in the bottle.” I seized the latter and drank greedily. Then, finding myself hungry, now I came to think about it, I fell upon the eatables. “You will do now, I think,” she said when she had watched me for some time. I laughed for answer, pleased that the long dark night, its gloom and treachery were past. But its memories remained, and presently I said, “If Van Tree did not try to kill me—and I am perfectly sure he did not”— "So am I,” she said. "We were all wrong.' ’ “Then,” I continued, looking at her gravely, “who did? That is the question. And why?" “You are sure that it was not the Span­ iard whom you hurt in defense of Dymph na?” my lady asked. “Quite sure. “And sure that it was not Clarence?” she persisted. “Quite sure. It was a short man, ” I ex­ plained again, “and dressed in a cloak. That is all I can tell about him.” "It might be some one employed by Clarence,” she suggested, her face gloomy, her brows knit. “True, I had not thought of that, ” I an­ swered. “And it reminds me. I have heard so much of Clarence”— “And seen some little, even that little more than was good for you.” “ Yes, he has had the better of me on both occasions,” I allowed. “But I was going to ask you,” I continued, “to tell me something about him. He was your steward, I know. But how did be come to you? How was it you trusted him?” “We are all fools at times,” she an­ swered grimly. “We wanted to have per­ sons of our own faith about us, and he was highly commended to us by Protestants abroad as having seen service in the cause. He applied to us just at the right moment too. And at the first we felt a great lik­ ing for him. He was so clever in arrang­ ing things; he kept such excellent order among the servants; he was so ready, so willing, so plausible! Ohl” she added bitterly, “he had ways that enabled him to twist nine women out of ten round his fingers! Richard was fond of him; I liked him; we had talked more than once of how we might advance his interests. And then, like a thunderbolt on a clear day, the knowledge of his double dealing fell upon us. We learned that he had been seen talking with a known agent of Gard­ iner, and this at a time when the bishop was planning our ruin. We had him watched, and just when the net bad all but closed round us we discovered that he had been throughout in Gardiner's pay.” “Ah!” I said viciously. “The oddest thing to me is the way he has twice escaped me when I had him at the sword’s point!” “The third time may bring other for­ tune, Master Francis,” she answered, smiling. "Yet be wary with him. He is a good swordsman, as my husband, who sometimes fenced with him, will tell you." “He can be no common man,” I said. “He is not. He is well bred and has seen service. He is at once bold and cun­ ning. He has a tongue that would win most women and a hardihood that would chain them to him. Women love bold men," my lady added naively. And she smiled on me, yet humorously, so that I blushed. There was silence for a moment. The sail flapped, then filled again. How de­ licious this morning after that night, this bright expanse after the dark, sluggish channels! Far away in front a great barge, high laden with a mighty stack of rushes, crept along beside the bank, the horse that drew it covered by a kind of knitted rug. When my lady spoke next, It was abruptly. “Is it Anne?” she asked. I knew quite well what she meant and blushed again. I shook my head. "I think it was going to be,” she said sagely, “only Mistress Dymphna came upon the scene. You have heard the story of the donkey halting between two bun­ dles of bay, Master Francis? And in the multitude of sweethearts there is safety.” “I do not think that was my case,” I said. Instinctively my hand went to my breast, in which Petronilla’s velvet sword knot lay safe and warm. The duchess saw the gesture and Instantly bent forward and mimicked it. “Ha! ba!” she cried, leaning back, with her hands clasped about her knees and her eyes shining with fun and amusement. “Now I understand. You have left her at home. Now, do not deny it, or I will tell the others. Be frank, and I will keep your secret, on my honor. ” “She is my cousin,” 1 said, my cheeks hot. “And her name?” “ Petronilla. ” “Petronilla?” my lady repeated shrewd­ ly. “That was the name of your Spanish grandmother, then?” “Yes, madam.” “Petronilla? Petronilla?” she repeated, stroking her cheek with her hand. “She would be before my time, would she not? Yet there used to be several Petronillas about the court in Queen Catherine of Aragon's days, I remember. There was Petronilla de Vargas for one. But, there, I guess at random. Why do you not tell me more about yourself, Master Francis? Do you not know me well enough now?” "There is nothing to tell, madam,” I said in a low voice. "Your family? You come, lam sure, of a good house.” “I did, but it is nothing to mo now. I am cut off from it. I am building my house afresh. And,” I added bitterly, “I have not made much way with it yet.” She broke, greatly to my surprise, into a long peal of laughter. “Oh, you vain boy 1” she cried. “You valiant castle build­ er! How long have you been about the work? Three months? Do you think a house is to be built in a day? Three months, indeed? Quite a lifetime!” Was it three months? It seemed to me to be fully three years. I seemed to have grown more than three years older since that February morning when I had crossed Arden forest with the first light and looked down on Wootton Wawen sleeping in its vale and roused the herons fishing in the bottoms. ‘Come, tell me all about it!” she eaid abruptly. “What did you do to be cutoff?" “I cannot tell you,” I answered. A shade of annoyance clouded her coun­ tenance. But it passed away almost on the instant. “Very well,” she said, with a little nod of disdain and a pretty gri­ mace. “Soboit. Have your own way, but I prophesy you will come to me with your tale some day. ” I went then and took Master Bertie’s place at the tiller, and, be lying down, I had the boat to myself until noon and drew no little pleasure from the placid picture which the moving banks and the wide river presented. About noon there was a general uprising, and coming im­ mediately afterward to a little island ly­ ing close to ono bank we all landed to stretch our legs and refresh ourselves aft­ er the confinement on board. “We are over the border now and close to Emmerich,” said Master Lindstrom, “though tho mere line of frontier will avail us little if the Spanish soldiers can by hook or crook lay hands on us! There­ fore we must lose no time in getting with­ in the walls of some town. We should be fairly secure for a few days either in We- sel or Santon. ” “I thought Wesel was the point we were making for,” Master Bertie said in some surprise. “It was Wesel I mentioned the other I day,” the Dutchman admitted frankly. “And it is the bigger town and the stron­ ger. But I have more friends in Santon. To Wesel the road from Emmerich runs along the right tank. To Santon we go by a oross country road, starting from the left bank opposite Emmerich, a road lon­ ger and more tedious. But we are much less likely to bo followed that way than along the Wesel road, and, on second thoughts, I incline to Santon.” “But why adopt either road? Why not go by river?” I asked. “Because we should be overtaken. The wind is falling, and the boat,” our late host explained more truly than politely, “with the women in it, is heavy.” “I understand,” I said. “And you feel sure we shall be pursued?” For answer he pointed with a smile to his plate chest. “Quite sure, ” he added. “With that before them they will think nothing of the frontier. I fancy that for you, if the English government be in earnest, there will be no absolutely safe place short of the free city of Frankfort, unless indeed you have iuterest with the Duke of Cleves.” “Ah!” said the duchess, and she looked at her busbaud. “Ah!” said Master Bertie, and he looked very blankly at his wife. So that I did not derive much comfort from that sug­ gestion. “Then it is Santon, isit?” said my lady. “That first, at any rate. Then, if they follow us along the Wosel road, we shall still give them the slip.” So it was settled, neither Van Tree nor the girls having taken any partin the dis­ cussion. The former and Dymphna were talking aside, and Mistress Anne was sit­ ting low down on the bank, with her feet almost in the water, immersod to all ap­ pearance in her own thoughts. There was a little bustle as we rose to get into the boat, which we had drawn up on the land­ ward side of the island so as to be invisi­ ble from the main channel, and in the middle of this I was standing with one foot in the boat and one on shore, taking from Anne various articles which we had landed for rearrangement, when she whis­ pered to me that she wanted to speak to me alone. “I want to tell you something,” she said, raising her eyes to my face and then averting them. “Follow me this way.” She strolled, as if accidentally, 20 or 30 paces along the bank, and in a minute I joined her. I found her gazing down the river in the direction from which we had come. “What is it?” I said anxiously. “ You do not see anything, do you?” For there had been a hint of bad news in her voice. She dropped the hand with which she bad been shading her eyes and turned to me. “Master Francis, you will not think me very foolish?” she said. Then I per­ ceived that her lip was quivering and that there were tears in her eyes. They were very beautiful eyes when, as now, they grew soft and appeal took the place of challenge. “What is it?” I replied, speaking cheer­ fully to reassure her. She had scarcely got over her terror of last night. She trembled as she stood. “It is about Santon,” she answered, with a miserable little catch in her voice. “I am so afraid of going there! Master Lindstrom says it is a rough, long road, and when we are there we are not a bit farther from those wretches than at Wesel, and—and”— “There, there!” I said. She was on the point of bursting into tears and was clear­ ly much overwrought. “You are making the worst of it. If it were not for Master Lindstrom, I should be inclined to ohooso Wesel myself. But he ought to know best.” “But that is not all,” she said, clasping her hands and looking up at me with her face grown full of solemn awe. "I have had a dream.” “Well, but dreams”— I objected. “You do not believe in dreams?” she eaid, dropping her head sorrowfully. “No, no, I do not say that," I admitted, naturally startled. “Butwbatwas your dream?” “I thought we took the road to Santon. And mind,” she added earnestly, “this was before Master Lindstrom had uttered a word about going that way or any other “And I thought you were killed, and we women were dragged back! There, I cannot tell you the rest!” she added wild­ ly. “But try try to get them to go the old way. If not, I know evil will come of it. Promise me to try?" “I will tell them your dream,” I said. “No, no!” she exclaimed still more ve­ hemently. “They would only laugh. Madam doesjiot believe in dreams. But they will listen to you if yon say you think the other way better. Promise me you will! Promise me!” she pleaded, her hands clasping my arm, and her tearful eyes looking up to mine. “Well,” I agreed reluctantly, "I will try. After all, the shortest way may be the best. But if 1 do,” I said kindly, “you must promise me in return not to tie alarmed any longer, Anne.” "I will try,” she said gratefully. “I will indeed, Francis.” We were summoned at that minute, for the boat was waiting for us. The duchess scanned us rather curiously as wc ran up. We were the last. But Anne kept her word and concealed her fears so bravely that, as she jumped in from the bank, her air of gayety almost deceived me and would have misled tho sharpest sighted person who had not been present at our interview, so admirably was it assumed. We calculated that our pursuers would not follow us down the river for some hours. They would first have to search the island, and the watch which they had set on the landing stage would lead them to suspect rather that we bad fled by land. We hoped, therefore, to reach Emmerich unmolested. There Master Lindstrom said we could get horses, and he thought we might be safe in Santon by the following evening. “If you really think we had better go to Santon,” I said. This was an hour or two after leaving the island, and when we looked to sight Emmerich very soon the hills which we had seen in front all day, and which were grateful to eyes sated with tbo monotony of Holland, being now pretty close to us. “I thought that we had settled that,” replied the Dutchman promptly. I felt they were all looking at me. “I look at it this way, ” I said, reddening. “Wesel is not far from Emmerich by the road Should we not have an excellent chance of reaching it before our pursuers come up?” “You might reach it,” Master Lind­ strom said gravely. “Though, again, you might not.” "And Wesel once reached,” I persisted, “there is less fear of violence being at­ tempted there than in Santon. It is a larger town.” “True,” he admitted. “But it is just this. Will you be able to reach Wesel? It is the getting there. That is the difficulty —the getting there before you are caught. ” “If we have a good start, why should we not?” I urged, and urged it the more persistently the more I found them op­ posed to it. Naturally there ensued a warm discussion. At first they all sided against me, save, of course, Anne, and she sat silent, though she was visibly agi­ tated, as from minute to minute I or they seemed likely to prevail. But presently, when I grew warmer and urged again and again the strength of Wesel, my own par­ ty veered round, yet still with doubt and misgiving. The Dutchman shrugged bis shoulders to tho end and remained unper­ suaded. But finally it was decided that I should have my own way. We would go to Wesel. Every one knows how a man feels when he comes victorious out of such a battle. He begins on the instant to regret his vic­ tory and to see the possible evils which may result from it, to repent the hot words he has used in the strife and the declara­ tions he has flung broadcast. That dread­ ful phrase, “I told you so!” rises like an avenging fury before his fancy, and he quails. I felt all this the moment the thing was settled, but I was too young to back out and withdraw my words. I hoped for the best and resolved inwardly to get the party mounted the moment we reached Emmerich. I soon had the opportunity of proving this resolution to be more easily made than carried out. About 3 o’clock we reached the little town dominated, as we saw from afar, by an ancient minster, and ptoferriDg not to enter it landed at the steps on an inn a quarter of a mile short of the gates and marking a point where we might take the road to Wesel, or, crossing the river, the road to Santon. Master Lindstrom seemed well known, but there were difficulties about the horses. The German landlord listened to his story with apparent sympathy, but no horses! We could not understand the tongue in which the two talked, but the Dutchman's questions, quick and animated for once, and the landlord’s slow replies, reminded me of tho foggy morning when in a sim­ ilar plight we had urged the master of the Lion's Whelp to put to sea, and I feared a similar result. “He says he cannot get so many horses tonight, ” said Master Lindstrom, with a long face. “Oiler him more money!” quoth the duchess. “If we cannot have horses until the morning, we may as well go on in the boat, ’ ’ I urged. “He says, too, that the water is out on the road,” continued the Dutchman. “Nonsense! Double the prlcol” cried my lady impatiently. I suppose that this turned the scale. The landlord finally promised that in an hour four saddle horses for Master Bertie and the duchess, Anne and myself should bo ready, with a couple of pack horses and a guide. Master Lindstrom, his daughter and Van Tree would start a little later for Cleves, five miles on the road to Santon, if conveyance could begot. Aud if not,” our late host added as we said something about our unwillingness to leave him in danger, “I shall be safe enough in the town, hut I hope to sleep in Cleves.” It was all settled very hastily. We felt —and I in particular, since my plan had been adopted—an unreasonable impa tience to be off. As we stood on the bank by the inD door wo bad a straight reach of river a mile long in full view below us, and now we were no longer moving our­ selves, but standing still, expected each minute to see the Spanish boat, with its crew of desperadoes, sweep round the cor­ ner before our eyes. Master Lindstrom assured us that if we were once out of sight our pursuers would get no informa­ tion as to the road we had taken, either from the innkeeper or his neighbors. " There is no love lost between them and the Spaniards,” he said shrewdly, “and I know the people here, and they know me. The burghers may not be very keen to como to blows with the Spaniards or to re­ sent their foray, but the latter, on their part, will be careful not to go too far or to make themselves obnoxious.” We took the opportunity of supping then, not knowing when we might get food again. I happened to finish first, and hearing the horses’ hoofs went out and watched the lads who were to be our guides fastening the baggage on the sump ter beasts. I gave them a band—not with­ out a wince or two, for the wound In my chest was painful—and while doing so had a flash of remembrance. I went to the un­ glazed window of the kitohen in which the others sat and leaned my elbows on the sill. “I say!” I said, full of my dis­ covery, “there is something we have for­ gotten!” “What?” asked the duchess, rising and coming toward me, while the others paused in their meal to listen. “The letter to Mistress Clarence, ” I an­ swered. “I was going to get it when I was stabbed, you remember, and after­ ward we forgot all about it. Now it is too late. It has been left behind. ” She did not answer then, but came out to me and turned with me to look at the horses. “This comes of your foolish scru­ ples, Master Francis!” she said severely. “Where was it?” “I slipped it between the leathers of the old haversack you gave me,” I answered, “which I used to have for a pillow. Van Tree brought my things down, but over­ looked the haversack, I suppose. At any rate, it is not here.” “Well, it is no good crying over spilt milk,” she said. To be Continued. "But that is not all," the »aid. way save to Wesel. I dreamed that we followed the road through such a dreadful flat country, a country all woods and des­ olate moorland, under a gray sky, and In torrents of rain, to”— “Well, welll” I said, with a passing shiver at the picture. She described it with a rapt, absent air, which made me creep—as If even now she were seeing something uncanny. “And then I thought that in the mid­ dle of these woods, about half way to San­ ton, they overtook us, and there was a great fight.” L. E. Walker is paying highest market I “There would be sure to be that!” I price for hides, pelts and tallow. muttered, with shut teeth. NOTICE or SHERIFF’S SALE. NOTICE OF SHERIFFS SALE. Notice is hereby given that the under­ signed, as sheriff of Yamhill county. state of Oregon, by virtue of a writ of execution 1 and order of sale issued out of ill! circuit i court of the state of Oregon, for the coun­ ty of Yamhill, bearing date of May 31st, A. D. 1895. upon and to enforce that cer­ tain judgment rendered by said court on the 15th day of April, A. D. 1895, in that suit therein pending in which the Oregon Mortgage Company, limited, incorporated under the laws of Great Britain and Ire- 1 :.d, was plaintiff, and George Sapping­ field, his wife Irene G. Sappingfield, and Milton Shannon were defendants, wherein it was ordered, adjudged ami decreed by said court that said plaintiff. The Oregon Mortgage Company. Limited, recover of | and from the defendants George Sapping- I field and Irene Sappingfield the sum of i $2398.65 in U S. gold coin, and the further sum of $1.7 50 taxes, and the further Sum • of $200.00 as attorney's fees, and the costs and disbursements taxed at $21.00. with in- i terest on said several sums of money from the 15th day of April. A. D 1*95, at the I rate of eight per cent per annum, and for accruing costs. And it appearing to said court that the defendant. Milton Shannon, in the circuit court of Yamhill county. State of Oregon, on the 25th day of September, A. D. 1893, obtain- d a judgment against the defend­ ant, George Sappingfield, for the sum of $920 16, with interest thereon from tlie 25th day of September, A. D. 1893, at the rate of ten per cent per annum and the further sum of $30 15 costs, and also the sum of $75 00 as attorney's fees, and said court ordering the sale of the following described real property, to-wit: The west half of the southwest quarter of Sec. ten (10), the east half of the southeast quarter of Section nioe (9), the east half of the southwest quarter of section ten (10) and the west half of the southeast quarter of section lune (9). all situate in township five(5) south, range six (6) west of the Willamette meridian, containing 320 acres. Now therefore, by virtue of said judg­ ment, execution and order of sale, I will, on Saturday, the 6th day of July, A D. 1895, at the hour of one o'clock p. tn. of said dav, at the court house door in McMinn­ ville, Yamhill county, Oregon, sell at pub­ lic auction to the highest bidder for cash in hand, the above described real property, ami out of the proceeds of said sale I will first satisfy the sums of money founa due the plaintiff together, with accruing costs, and if there lie any remainder, then I will apply such remainder to the payment of the claim of the defendant, Milton Shan­ non. Dated this the 3d day of June, A. D. 1895. W G HENDERSON. Sheriff of Yamhill County, Oregon. Notice is hereby given that the under­ signed, as sheriff of .Yamhill county, state of Oregon, by virtue of a writ of execution and order of sale issued out of the circuit court of the state of Oregon, for the coun­ ty of Yamhill, (tearing date of May A. D. IS05, upon and to enforce that cer­ tain decree rendered by said court on the 15th day of April. A. I> 1895, in that suit therein (tending, wherein It. Livingstone was plaintiff, and Itilev Smith, his wife Entnta C. Smith. Susan E. Crawford, Hen­ ry Worden, R. Jacobson, II. L. McMillen, Amanda J Warren, W M. Hamilton, Fred Keller and William Malone, partners as Keller and Malone, Edith Fletcher, Ma­ ria Martin and .1 S Martin were defend­ ants, in which it was ordered, adjudged ami decreed by said court that said plain­ tiff. R. Livingstone, have and recover of aud from said defendants, Riley Smith and Emma C. (Smith. tlie sunt of $4308.36 U. S. gold coin, with interest thereon front April 15th, 1895, at the rate of eight per cent per annum, the sum of $215.0) attor­ ney's fees herein, and the costs and dis- Lunetnents taxed at $33.40, ami ordering that the real property hereinafter described be sold, as by law provided, and that the proceeds arising from such sale la- applied to the payment of tlie several sums of money as by said court adjudged and in the following order, to-wit : First. To the payment of the costs and expenses of said .-ale and of said suit Second. To the payment of the sum of $4303.35 U S gold’ coin, with interest thereon front the 15th day of April, A 1> 1895, at tlie rate of eight per cent |>er annum, and the sum of $215 00 as attorney's fees, all due the plaintiff li. Livingstone.’ Third. To the payment of the sunt of $1710.65 gold coin, with interest thereon iront April 15th, 189.3 at the rate of ten per cent per annum, and tliesunt of $85 00 attorney’s fees, due the defendant Susan E. Crawford. Fourth. To the pavntent of the sum of $613.85 gold coin, with interest thereon front the 15th day of April, 1895, at the rate of ten percent per annum, and the sunt of $2505 attorney's fees, due the defendant Henry Worden. Fifth. To the payment of the sum of $183 (15, w ith interest thereon at the rate of eight per cent per annum from tlie 25th day of September, A. D. 1893, due tlie de­ fendants Keller A Malone. Sixth. To the payment of the sunt of $209 90 gold coin, w ith interest thereon from the 15th dav of April, 1895, at the rate of ten per cent per annum, and the sum of $15.00 attorney's fees due the de­ fendant R. Jacobson Seventh. To the payment of the sum of $371 35. with interest thereon from the 28th day of September, 1893, at ten per cent per annum, and the sunt of $116 CO, with inter­ est thereon from September 28th. 1893, at the rate of eight per cent per annum, due the defendant J. 8. Martin. Eighth To the payment of the sum of $379.80gold coin, w ith interest thereon from April 15th, 1895, at the rate of ten per cent per annum, and $20 00 attorney’s fees, due the defendant R. L. McMillen Ninth. To the payment of the sum of $5.3.18, with interest thereon front May 13th, 1893, at the rate of ten per cent per annum, the sum of $21.85 costs, and $15.00 attor­ ney's fees, due the defendant W. M. Ham­ ilton. Tenth. To the payment of the sum of $110.25, with interest thereon from the 2d day of July, A. D 1894. at the rate of ten per cent per annum, the sum of $24 15 costs, and $20 00 attorney’s fees, due tlie defendant Amanda J Warren. Now therefore, by virtue of said judg­ ment, decree, execution and order of sale, and in order to obtain funds out of which to satisfy tlie sums of money as above stated, I will, on Saturday, the 6th day ot July, A. D 1895. at the hour of one o’clock p, m. of saidday. at the court house door tn McMinnville,'in Yatuliill county. Ore gon. sell at public auction to. the highest bidder for cash in hand, tlie following de­ scribed real property, to-wit : Beginning at tlie northeast corner of the donation land claim or A. J Meredith, in township four (4) south of range four (4 ) west of the Willamette meridian, and on the south line of the donation land claim of Darling Smith, and running thence east (variation 20 deg 45 min. east) on the south boundary of said Darling Smith do­ nation land < laim and along tlie center of county road to a stake set at the southwest corner of a tract of land now owned by F. W Fenton : thence north along 'lie west line of F. W. Feuton's land to tl.j north boundary line of said Darling Smith dona­ tion land claim ; thence north 89 deg. 51 min. west to a point and intersecting the east line of Ahio Watt donation land claim ard the southwest corner of Francis Fletcher's donation land claim ; thence south 2.26 chains to the southeast corner of Ahio Watt claim; tlience south 62 deg. west with the north boundary of Smith claim 49.55 chains to stake and angle in said Smith claim; thence south 82 deg. east along the north tauudary of tract for­ merly owned by Darling Smith to center of small creek now there ; thence meandering up said creek south and along the center thereof to a point where saiu creek sepa­ rates into two branches ; thence south 2 deg. east 15 90 chaius to a stone and the place of beginning, containing in all 244.80 acres of land, all situate in Yamhill coun­ ty. state of Oregon. Dated this the 4th dav of June A I). 1895 W. G. HENDERSON, Sheriff of Yamhill County, Oregon. PROBATE NOTICE. rpHE undersigned having been by the honora- 1 ble county court ot Yamhill county. Oregon, duly appointed executors of the will o’f Charles Handley, deceased, late of said Yambill county, all persons having claims against the said estate are hereby notified to present the same duly ver­ ified to J. B. Handley, executor, within six months from the date hereof. McMinnville, Or., June 7. 1895. J. B HANDLEY, E C. HANDLEY, Executors. Thus. F. Oakes, Henry C. Payne, Henry C. Rouse, Receivers. NORTHERN PACIFIC R X X TT N S Pullman Sleeping Cars I Elegant Dining Cars Tourist Sleeping Cars TO ST. PAUL MINNEAPOLIS DULUTH FARGO GRAND FORKS CROOKSTON WINNIPEG HELLENA and BUTTE THROUGH TICKETS TO I CHICAGO WASHINGTON- W C T. U.—Meets on every Fri­ PHILADELPHIA day at 3 p. nt. in reading room. Union block C lara G. Eaao>, Pres. 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