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more blood were shed, it might still bo
possible to get some terms. I laid the pot
down by the side of the window as a
weapon to be used only in the last resort.
Meanwhile the duchess, posted in the
dark, had beard the noise of the window
being driven in and cried out pitifully to
kDow what it was “Stand firm!” I shout­
ed loudly. “StaDd firm. We are safe as
yet!”
Even the uproar without seemed to abate
a little as the first fury of the mob died
down. Probably their leaders wero con­
certing fresh action. I went and knelt be-
sldo Master Bertie and made a thorough
examination of his wound. He bad re­
ceived a nasty blow on the back of the
bead, from which the blood was still ooz­
ing, and ho was insensiblo. His face
looked very long and thin and deathlike;
but, so far as I could ascertain, the bones
were uninjured, and he was now breath­
ing more quietly. “I think he will recov­
er,” I said, easing his clothes.
Anne was crouching on the other side of
him. As sho did not answer, I looked up
at her. Her lips were moving, but the
only word I caught was “Clarence!” I
did not wonder she was distraught. I had
work enough to koep my own wits. But
I wanted her help, and I repeated loudly,
“Anne, Anne!” trying to rouse her.
She looked past me, shuddering. “Heav­
en forgive you!” she muttered. “You
have brought me to this! And now I must
die! I must die here! In the net they
have set for others is their own foot tak­
en!”
She was quite beside herself with ter­
ror. I saw that sho was not addressing
me, and I had not time to make sense of
her wanderings. I left her and went out
to speak to the duchess. Poor woman!
Even her brave spirit was giving way. I
felt her cold hands tremble as I took the
halbert from her. "Go into the room
awhile,” I said softly. “He is not serious­
ly hurt, I am sure. I will guard this. If
any one appears at the window, Bcream.”
She went gladly, and I took her place,
having now to do double duty. I had been
there a few minutes only, listening, with
my soul in my ears, to detect tho first
signs of attaok, either below me or in the
room behind, when I distinguished a
strange rustling sound on the staircase. It
appeared to come from a point a good deal
below mo, and probably whoever made it
was just within the doorway. I peered
into the gloom, but could see no one os
yet ‘‘Stand!” I cried in a tono of warn
ing. "Who is that?”
The sound ceased abruptly, but it left
me uneasy. Could they be going to blow
us up with gunpowder? No! I did not
think so. They would not care to ruin
the gateway for the sake of capturing so
small a party. And the tower was strong.
It would not be easy to blow it up
Yet in a short time the noise began
again, and my fears returned with it.
"Standi” I cried savagely, "or take care
of yourself!”
The answer was a flash of bright light,
which for.a second showed the rough
stone walls winding away at my feet, a
stunning report and the pattering down
of half a dozen slugs from the roof. I
laughed, my first start over. “You will
have to come a little higher up!” I cried
tauntingly as I smelled the fumes. My
eyes had become so accustomed to the
darkness that I felt sure I should detect
an assailant, however warily ho might
make his approach, and my halbert was
seven feet long, so that I could reach as
far as I could see. I had bad time, too, to
grow cool.
After this there was comparative quiet
for another space. Every now and then a
stone, or, more rarely, the ball of an arque­
bus, would oome whizzing into the room
above. But 1 did not fear this. It was
easy to keep under cover.
And their
shouting no longer startled me. I began
to see a glimpse of hope. It was plain
that the townsfolk wero puzzled how to
come at us without suffering great loss.
They were unaware of our numbers, and,
as it proved, believed that we had three
uninjured men at least. Tho staircase was
impracticable as a point of assault, and
the window, being only three feet in
height and 20 from the ground, was not
much better, if defended, as they expected
it would be, by a couple of desperate
swordsmen.
I was not muoh astonished, therefore,
when the rustling sound, beginning again
at the foot of the staircase, came this time
to no more formidable issue than a hail in
Spanish. “Will you surrender?” the en
voy cried.
“No!” I said roundly
“Who are you?” was the next question.
“We are English!” I answered.
He went then, and there for the time
the negotiations ended. But, seeing the
dawn of hope, I was the more afraid of
any trap or surprise, and I cried to the
duchess to be on her guard. For this rea­
son, too, the suspense of the next few min­
utes was almost more trying than any­
thing which bad gone before. But the
minutes came at last to an end. A voice
I bore it swiftly to site window.
below cried loudly in English: “Holloa!
Are you friends?”
PROBATE NOTICE
"Yes, yes,” I replied joyfully before
the words had well ceased to rebound
HE undersigned having been by the honora­ from the walls, for the voice and accent
ble county court of Yamhill county. Oregon, were Master Lindstrom's. A cry of relief
duly appointed executors of the will of Charles from tbe room behind me showed that
Handley, deceased, late of said Yamhill county, there, too, the speaker was recognized.
all persons having claims against the said estate
are hereby notified to present the same duly ver­ The duchess came running to tho door,
ified to J. B. Handley, executor, within six but I begged her to go back and keep a
months from the date hereof.
good lookout, and (he obeyed.
McMlnnvLle. Or., June’. 1895.
“How come you here? How has it hap­
J B. HANDLEY’,
EC. HANDLEY,
pened?” Master Lindstrom asked, his
Executors.
voice, though he still remained below, be­
traying bis perplexity and unhappiness.
“Can I not do something? This Is terri­
ble indeed.”
“You can come up, If you like,” I an­
swered after a moment’s thought. “But
you mu6t come alone, and I cannot let
even you, friend as you are, see our de­
YAQUINA BAY ROUTE
fenses. ' ’
As he came np I stepped back and drew
Connecting at Yaquina Bay with the San
the door of tbe room toward me, so that,
Francisco and Taquina .Bay Steam­
though a little light reached the head of
ship Company.
the stairs, he could not, standing there, see
into the room or discern our real weak­
STEAMSHIP “FARALLON”
ness. I did Dot distrust him—heaven for­
bid’—but he might have to tell all he caw
A 1, and first-class in every respect. to bis friends below, and I thought it
Sails from Yaquina for San Francisco well, for his sake as well as our own, that
about everv eight days. Passenger ac­ he should be able to do this freely and
commodations unsurpassed. Shortest without hurting us. As he joined me I
route between the Willamette valley and held up a finger for silence and listened
California.
keenly. But all was quiet below. No one
Fare from Albany or pointe west to had followed him. Then I turned and
San Francisco:
warmly grasped his hands, and we peered
into one another’s faces. I saw he was
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Dymphna and how I had saved her. He
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held my bands as though he would never
For sailing dates apply to,
loose them.
“Well,” I said as cheerfully as I could,
H. L. WALDEN,
Agent, Albany, Or. “havo you brought us an offer of terms?
But let me tell you first,” I continued,
EDWIN STONE, Manager,
“how it happened.” And I briefly ex­
Corvallis, Or.
plained that we had mistaken the captain
ChAS. CLARK, Supt.. Corvcllls, Or. of the guard and his two followers for
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Clarence and tho two Spaniards. “Is be
dead?” I continued.
“No; he is still alive, ’ Master Lind
strom answered gravely. ‘ But the towns-
folk are furious, and the seizure of the
tower has still further exasperated them.
Why did you do it?”
“ Because we should have beeD torn to
pieces if we had not done it, ” I answered
dryly. “You think we aro in a strait
place?”
“Do you not think so yourself'" he
said, somewhat astonished.
I laughed. “That is as may be,” I an­
swered, with an affectation of reckless­
ness. "The staircase is narrow and the
window low. We shall sell our lives dear­
ly, my friend. Yet for tho sake of the
women who are with us we are willing to
surrender if the citizens offer us terms.
After all, it was an accident. Cannot you
impress this on them?” I added eagerly.
Ho shook his head. “They will not bear
reason, ’ ’ he said.
“Then,” I replied, “impress the other
thing upon them. Tell them that our
swords are sharp and we aro desperate.”
“I will see wbatlcan do,” he answered
slowly. “The Duke of Cleves is expected
hero tomorrow, aDd the townsfolk feci
they would be disgraced forever if he
should find their gate held by a party of
marauders, as they consider you.”
“Tbe Duke of Cleves?” I repeated.
“Perhaps ho may be better affected to­
ward us.”
“They will overpower you before he
comes,” Master Lindstrom answered de-
de­
spondently. “I would put no trust in him
if I were you. But I will go to them, and,
believe me, I will do all that man can do. ’ ’
“Of that I am sure,” I said warmly.
And then, cautioning me to remain strict­
ly on the defensive, he left mo.
Before his footsteps had ceased to echo
on tho stairs the door beside me opened,
and Mistress Anne appeared at it. I saw
at once that his familiar voice had roused
her from the stupor of fear in which I had
last seen her. Her eyes were bright; her
whole frame was thrilling with excite­
ment, hope, suspense. I began to under­
stand her, to discern beneath the disguise
thrown over it in ordinary times by a
strong will the nervous nature which was
always confident or despairing, which felt
everything so keenly—everything, that is,
which touched itself. “Well?” sho cried,
“Well?”
“Patience! Patience!” I replied rather
sharply. I oould not help comparing her
conduct with that of the duchess and
blaming her not for her timidity, but for
the selfishness which she had betrayed in
her fear. I could fancy Petronilla trem­
bling and a coward, but not despairing,
nor utterly cast down, nor useless when
others needed her, nor wrapped in her
own terrors to the very exclusion of rea­
son. “Patience!” I said. “Ho is coming
back. He and his friends will do all they
can for us. We must wait awhile and
hope and keep a good lookout.”
She had her hand on tbe door, and by
an abrupt movement she slipped out to
me and closed it behind her. This made
the staircase so dark that I could no longer
distinguish her face, but I judged from
her tone that her fears were regaining pos­
session of her. “Clarence,” she muttered,
her voice low and trembling. “Have you
thought of him? Could not be help us?
He may have followed us here and may
be here now. Now! And perhaps he does
not know In what danger we are.”
“Clarence!” I said, astonished and al-
most angry. “Clarence help us? Go
back, girl, go back. You are mad. Ho
would bo moro likely to complete our ruin.
Goin and nurse the baby, ” I added bit­
terly.
What could she mean? I asked myself
when she had gone in. Was there any-
thing in her suggestion? Would Clarence
follow us hither? If so, and if be should
come in time, would he have power to
help us, using such mysterious influence,
Spanish or English, as he seemed to pos­
sess? And, If he could help us, would it
be better to fall into his hands than into
those of the exasperated Santonese? I
thought the duchess would say “No!”
So it mattered not what I answered my­
self. I hoped, now Master Lindstrom
had appeared, that the women would bo
allowed to go free, and it seomed to me
that to surrender to Clarence would be to
hand over the duchess to her enemy sim­
ply that tho rest of us might escape.
Master Lindstrom returned while I was
still considering this, and observing the
same precautions as before I hade him
juin me. "Well,” I said, not so Impetu­
ously, I hope, as Mistress Anne, yet I dare
say with a good deal of eagerness, “well,
what do they say?” For he was slow to
speak.
“I have bad news,” he answered gently.
“Ah,” I ejaoulated, a lump which was
due as much to rage as to any other emo­
tion rising in my throat. “So they will
give ue no terms? Thon so belt! Let them
come and take us.”
"Nay,” be hastened to answer. “It is
not so bad as that, lad. They are fathers
! and busbands themselves, and not lanz-
\ knechts. They will suffer the women to
go free and will even let me take charge
of them if necessary.”
“They will!” I exclaimed, overjoyed. I
wondered why on earth be had hesitated
to tell me this. “Why, that is the main
point, friend.”
“Yes,” he said gravely, “perhaps 60.
More, the men may go, too, if tbe tower
be surrendered witbin un hour—with one
exception, that is. Tho man wbo struck
the blow must be given up.”
“Tho man wbo struck the blow!” I re­
peated slowly. “Do you mean—you mean
tho man wbo cut the patrol down?”
"Yes,” ho said. He was peering very
closely at me, as though he would learn
from my face who it was. And I stood
thinking. This was as much as we could
expect. I divined, and most truly, that
but for the honest Dutchman’s influence,
promisos, perhaps bribes, such terms
would never have been offered to us by the
men who, hours before, had driven us to
bold as if we bad been vermin. Yet give
up Master Bertie? "What,” I said, “will
bo done to him? The mau who must bo
given up, I mean?” Master Lindstrom
shook bis head. "It was an accident,” I
urged, my eyes on bls.
He grasped my band firmly, and turn­
ing away his face seemod for awhile un­
able to speak. At last be whispered: “He
must suffer for the others, lad. I fear so.
It is a hard fate, a cruel fate. But I can
do no more. They will not hear me on
this. It is true he will be first tried by
tho magistrate, but there is no hope. They
are very hard.”
My heart sank. I stood irresolute, pon­
dering on what we ought to do, pondering
on what I should say to the wife who so
loved the mau who must die. What could
I say? Yet somehow I must break the
news. I asked Master Lindstrom to wait
where be was while I consulted the others,
adding, “You will answer for it that there
will be no attack while you are here, I
suppose?”
“I will,” he said. I knew I could trust
him, and I wont in to the duchess, closing
tho door behind me A change bad come
over the room since I had left it. Tho
moon had risen aud was flinging its cold
white light through the twisted and shat­
tered framework of the window to fail in
three bright panels on the floor. The
torches in the street bad for tbe most part
burned out or been extinguished. Ir^.luce
of the red glare, the shouts and tbe crash
of glass, the atmosphere of battle and
strife I bad left, I found this silvery light
and a stillness made more apparent by tbe
distant hum of many voices.
Mistress Anne was standing just within
the threshold, her face showing pale
against tbe gloom, her hands clasped. Tbe
duchess was kneeling by her husband, but
ehe looked up as I entered.
“They will let us all go," I said bluntly—
it was best to tell tbe tale at once—“ex­
cept tbe one who hurt tbe patrol, that is.”
It was strange how differently tbe two
women received the news. While Mistress
Anne flung her bands to her face with a
sobbing cry of thankfulness and leaned
against the wall crying aud shaking, my
lady stood up straight and still, breathing
hard, but saying nothing. I saw that she
did not need to usk what would be dono
to the one who was excepted. She knew.
“No, ” 6he murmured at last, her bqnds
pressed to her bosom, “we cannot do it!"
“I fear we must, ’’ I said gently, calmly,
too, I think. Yet in saying it I was not
quite myself. Au odd sensation was grow­
ing upon me in the stillness of the room.
I began on a sudden, I did not know why,
to thrill with excitement, to tremble with
nervousness, such as would rather have
become one of the women than a man.
My head grew hot, my heart began to beat
quickly. I caught myself looking out,
listening, waiting for something to hap­
pen, something to be said. It was some­
thing more terrible, as it seemed to me,
than the din and crash of the worst mo­
ments of the assault. What was it? What
was it that was threatening my being? An
instant and I knew.
"Ob, no, novor!” cried tho duchess
again, her voice quivering, her face full of
keenest pain. “Wo will not give you up.
Wo will stand or fall together, friend.”
Give you up! Give you up! Ha! The
veil was lifted now, and I saw what tbe
something with tho cold breath going be­
fore it was I looked quietly from her to
her husband, and I asked—I fancy she
thought my question strangely Irrelevant
at that moment: “How is be? Is be bet­
ter?”
“Much better. He knew me for a mo­
ment, ” she answered. “Then beseemed
to sink away again, but his eyes were
quite clear.”
I stood gazing down at bis thin face,
which had ever looked 60 kindly into
mine. My fingers played idly with the
knot of my sword. “He will live?” I asked
abruptly, harshly.
She started at tho sudden question; but,
brutal as it must have sounded, sho was
looking at me in pity so great and gener­
ous that it did not wound her. “Oh, yes,”
she said, her eyes still clinging to me. “1
think he will live, thank heaven!”
Thank heaven! Ah, yes, thank heaven!
I turned and went slowly toward the
door, but before I reached it she was at
my side—nay, was on her knees by me—
clasping my hand, looking up to me with
streaming eyes. “What aro you going to
do?” she cried, reading, I suppose, some­
thing in my face.
“I will see if Master Lindstrom cannot
get better terms for us,” I answered.
She rose, still detaining me. “You are
sure?" she said, still eying me jealously.
“Quite sure,” I answered, forcing a
smile. “I will come back and report to
you. ’ ’
6bo let mo go then, and I went out and
joined Lindstrom on tbe staircase.
“Are you certain,” I asked, speaking in
a whisper, “that they will; that the town
will keep its word and let the others go?”
“Iam quite sure of it,” he replied, nod­
ding. “They are Germans, and hard and
pitiless, but you may trust them. So far I
will answer for them.”
“Then wo accept,” I said gravely. “I
give myself up. Let them take me. ”
CHAPTER XV.
I had not seen the first moonbeams pierce
the broken casement of the tower room,
but I was there to watch the last tiny
patch of silver glide aslant from wall to
sill and sill to frame and so pass out.
Near the Are, whiob had been made up
and now glowed and crackled bravely on
tho hearthstone at my elbow, my three
jailers had set a mattress for me, and on
this I sat, my back to the wall and my
face to the window. The guards lounged
on the other 6ide of the hearth round a
lantern, playing dice and drinking. They
were rough, hard men, whose features, as
they leaned over the tablo and the light
played strongly on their faces, blazoning
them against a wall of shadow, were stern
and rugged enough. But they had not
shown themselves unkindly. They had
given me a share of their wine and had
pointed to the window and shrugged their
shoulders, as much as to say that it was
my own fault if I suffered from the draft.
Nay, from time to time one of them would
turn from bis game and look at me, in
pity, I think, and utter a ourso that was
meant for encouragement.
Even when the first excitement had
passed away I felt none of the stupefaction
which I have heard that men feel in such
a position. My brain was painfully active
In vain I longed to sleep, if it were only
that I might not bethought to fear death.
But the fact that I was to be tried first,
though the sentence was a certainty, dis­
tracted and troubled me. My thoughts
paced from thing to thing, now dwelling
on the duchess and her husband, now flit­
ting to Petronilla and Sir Anthony, to the
aid place at home and the servants, to
strange, petty things, long familiar—a
tree in the chase at Coton, a herb I had
planted. Once a great lump rose in my
throat, and I had to turn away to hide the
hot tears that would rise at the thought
that I must die in this mean German
town, in this unknown oorner, and be
buried and forgotten! And once, too, to
torment mo there roso a doubt in my mind
whether Master Bertie would recover,
whether indeed I had not thrown my life
away for nothing. But it was too late to
think of that, and the doubt, which the
evil one himself must have suggested, so
terrible was it, passed away quickly.
My thoughts raced, but the night
crawled. We had surrendered about 10,
and the magistrates, less pitiful than the
jailers, had forbidden my friends to stay
with me. An hour or more after midnight
two of the men lay down, and the other
sat humming a drinking song, or at inter­
vals rose to yawn and stretch himself and
look out of the window. From time to
time the cry of the watchman going his
rounds came drearily to my cars, recalling
to me the night I had spent behind the
boarding in Moorgate street, when the ad­
venture which was to end tomorrow—
nay, today, in a few hours—had lured me
away. Today? Was I to die today? To
perish, with all my plans, hopos, love? It
Beemed impossible. As I gazed at the win­
dow, whose shape began to be printed on
my brain, it seemed impossible. My soul
so rose in rebellion against it that the per­
spiration stood on my brow, and I bad to
clasp my bands about my knees and strain
every muscle to keep in the cry I would
have uttered—a cry, not of fear, but of
rage and remonstrance and revolt.
I was glad to see the first streaks of
dawn, to hear the first cock crowlngs,
and, a few minutes later, the voices of
men in the street and on the stairs. The
sounds of day and life acted magically
upon me. The horror of the night passed
off as does the horror of a drcam. When
a man, heavily cloaked and with bis head
covered, came in, the door being 6hut be­
hind him by another band, I looked up at
him bravely. The worst was past.
He replied by looking down at me for a
few moments without disclosing himself,
the collar of bis cioak being raised so high
that I could see nothing of his features.
My first notion that he must be Master
Lindstrom passed away, and, displeased
by his silent scrutiny and thinking him a
stranger, I said sharply, “I hope you are
satisfied, sir.”
“Satisfied?” he replied in a voice which
made me start so that the irons clanked
on my feet. “Well, I think I should bo—
seeing you so, my friend!”
It was Clarence! Of all men, Clarence!
I knew his voice, and he, seeing himself
recognized, lowered his cloak. I stared at
him in stupefied silence, and be at me in
a grim curiosity. I was not prepared for
the blunt abruptness with which be con­
tinued, using almost the very words he
had used when face to face with me in the
flood, “Now tell me who you are, and
what brought you into this company?’
I gave him no answer. I still stared at
him in silence.
“Come,” he continued, his hawk's eyes
bent on my face, “make a clean breast of
it, and perhaps—who knows?—I may help
you yet, lad. You have puzzled and foiled
me, and I want to understand you. Where
did my lady pick you up just when she
wanted you? I bad arranged for every
checker on the board exoept you. Who
are you?”
This time I did answer him—by a ques­
tion. "How many times have we met?”
I askod.
“Three,” he said readily, “and the last
time you nearly rid the world of me.
Now tho luck is against you. It generally
is in the end against those who thwart
me, my friend.” He chuckled at tho con­
ceit, and I read in his face at once his
love of intrigue and bis vanity. “I come
uppermost, as always.”
I only nodded.
“ What do you want?” I asked I felt a
certain expectation. He wanted some­
thing.
“First to know who you are.”
“I shall not tell you!” I answered.
He smiled dryly, sitting opposite to me.
He bad drawn up a stool and mado him­
self comfortable. He was not an uncome­
ly man as he sat there playing with his
dagger, a dubious smile on his lean, dark
face. Unwarned, I might have been at­
tracted by the masterful audacity, the in­
tellect as well as the force which I saw
stamped on bis features. Being warned,
I read cunning in his bold eyes and cruel­
ty in the curl of his lip. “What do you
want next?” I asked.
“I want to save your life, ” he replied
lightly.
At that I started. I could not help it.
"Ha! ha!” he laughed. “I thought the
stoicism did not go quito down to the bot­
tom, my lad. But, there, it is true
enough, I have come to help you. I have
come to savo your life if you will let me.”
I strove in vain to keep entire mastery
over myself. The feelings to which be ap­
pealed were too strong for me. My voice
sounded strange, even in my own ears, as
I said hoarsely: “It is impossible! What
can you do?”
“What can I do?” he answered, with a
stern smile. “Much! I have, boy, a
dozen strings in my hands and a neck, a
life at the end of each!”
He raised Ills hand, and extending the
fingers moved them to and fro.
“See! see! A life, a death!” he ex­
claimed. "And for you I can and will
save your life—on one condition.”
“On one condition?” I murmured.
“Aye, on one condition, but it is a very
easy one. I will save your life on my
part, and you on yours must give me a
little assistance.
Do you see? Then wo
shall be quits.”
"I do not understand,” I said dully. I
did not. His words bad set my heart flut­
tering so that I could forth« moment take
in only one idea—that here was a new
hope of life.
“It is very simple,” he resumed, speak
ing slowly. “Certain plans of mine re­
quire that I should get your friend tho
duchess conveyed back to England. But
for you I should have succeeded before
this. In what you have hindered me you
can now help me. You have their confi­
dence and great influence with them. All
I ask is that you will use that influence so
that they may be at a certain place at a
certain hour. I will contrive the rest. It
shall never be known I promise you, that
you”—
“Betrayed them!”
“Well, gave me some information, ” bo
said lightly, puffing away my phrase.
"No; betrayed them!” I persisted.
“Put it so, if you please,” he replied,
shrugging his shoulders and raising his
eyebrows. “What is in a word?”
“You are the tempter himself, Ithlnk!”
I cried in bitter rage—for it was bitter—
bitter indeed to feel that newborn hope
die out. “But you come to me in vain. I
defy you!”
“Softly, softly!” ho answered, with
calmness.
Yet I saw a little pulse beating in his
cheek that seemed to tell of some emotion
kept in subjection.
“It frightens you at first,” he said.
"But listen. You will do thorn no barm
»nd yourself good. I shall get them any
way, both the duchess and her husband,
though, without your aid, it will be more
difficult. Why, help of that kind is given
every day. They need never know it.
Even now there is one of whom you little
ilream who has”—
"Silence!” I cried fiercely. “I care not.
I defy you!”
I could think of only one thing. I was
wild with rage and disappointment. His
words had aggravated the pain of every
regret, every clinging to lifo I felt.
“Go!” I cried. “Go and leave me, you
villain!”
"If I do leave you,” he said, fixing bis
eyes on me, “it will be, my friend—to
death.”
“Then so be it!” I answered wildly.
"So be it! I will keep my honor.”
“Your honor!” Tho mask dropped from
bis face, and he sneered as he rose from
bis seat. A darker scowl changod and dis
figured bls brow as be lost hope of gain
“I can and will save your life—on one
condition.”
ing me. “Your honor? Where will it be
by tonight?” be hissed, bis eyes glowering
down at me. “Where a week hence, when
you will be cast into a pit and forgotten?
Your honor, fool? What is tbe honor of a
dead man? Pah! But die, then, if you
will have it so! Die, like tbe brainless
brute you are, and rot and be forgotten!”
be concluded passionately.
They were terrible words, more terrible
I know now than either he or I understood
then. They so shook me that when he
was gone I crouched, trembling, on my
pallet, hiding my face in a lit of horror,
taking no heed of my jailers or of appear­
ances. “Die aDd be forgotten! Die and
be forgotten!'' The doom rang I d my ears.
Something which seemed to me angelic
roused me from this misery. It was tbe
sound of a kindly, familiar voice speaking
English. I looked up and found the
Dutchman bending over me with a face of
infinite distress. With him, but rather
behind him, stood Van Tree, pale and
vicious eyed, tugging his scanty beard aud
gazing about him like a dog seeking
some one to fasten upon. “Poor lad! Poor
lad!” the old man said, his voice shaking
as be looked at me. I sprang to my feet,
the irons rattling as I dashed my hand
across my eyes. “It is all right!” I said
hurriedly. “I bad a—but never mind
that. It was like a dream. Only tell tbe
duchess to look to herself,” I continued,
still rather vehemently. ‘’Clarence is here.
He is in Santon. I have seen him.”
“You have 6een him?” both the Dutch­
men cried at once.
“Aye,” I said, with a laugh that was
three parts hysterical—indeed I was still
tingling all over with excitement. “He
has been here to offer me my life if I
would help him in his schemes. I told
him he was the tempter and defied him,
and he—he said I should die and be for­
gotten!” I added trembling, yet laughing
wildly at the same time.
“I think he is tho tempter!” »aid Master
Lindstrom solemnly, bls face very grim,
“and therefore a liar and the father of
lies! You may die, lad, today—perhaps
you must—but forgotten you shall not be
while we live, or ono of us lives, or one of
the children who shall como after us. He
is a liar!”
I got my bands, with a struggle, from
tbe old man, and turning my back upon
him went and looked out of tbe window.
The sun was rising. The tower of the
great minster, seen now for the first time,
rose in stately brightness above the red
roofs and quaint gables and the rows of
dormer windows. Down in tbe streets the
grayness and chill yet lingered, but above
was a very glory of light and warmth and
color—the rising of the May sun. When
I turned round, I was myself again. The
calm beauty of that sight bad stolen into
my soul. “Is it time?” I 6aid cheerfully.
For the crowd was gathering below, and
there were voice« and feet on the statTe.
“I think It [s/’Master Lindstrom an-
swered. “We have obtained leave to go
with you. You need fear no violence in
the streets, for the man who was hurt is
still alive and may recover. I have been
with the magistrates this morning,” he
continued, “and found them better dis
posed to you, but the subdean has joint
jurisdiction with them, as the deputy of
tho bishop of Arras, who is dean of tho
minster, and be is, for some reason, very
bitter against you.”
“The bishop of Arras? Granville, do you
mean?” I asked. 1 knew the name of tho
emperor's shrewd and powerful minister,
by whoso advice the Netherlands were at
this time ruled.
“The same. He, of course, is not here,
but bis deputy is. Were it not for him—
But, there, it is no good talking of that!”
tho Dutchman said, breaking off and rub­
bing his head in his chagrin.
One of the guards who had spent the
night with me brought me at this mo­
ment a bowl of broth with apiece of bread
in it. I could not cat the bread, but I
drank the broth and felt the better for it.
Having in my pocket a little money, with
which tho duchess had furnished me, I
put a silver piece in the bowl and banded
it back to him. The man seemed aston­
ished and muttered something in German
as he turned away.
“What did he say?” I asked the Dutch­
man.
“Oh, nothing, nothing,” he answered.
“But what was it? It was something,”
I persisted, seeing him confused.
“He—well, he said be would have a
mass said for you!” Lindstrom answered
in despair. “It will do no harm.”
•‘No; why should it?” I replied mechan­
ically.
We were in the street by this time, Mas­
ter Lindstrom and Van Tree walking be­
side mo in the middle of a score of sol­
diers. v. lio seemed to my eyes fantastically
dressed. I remarked, as we passed out, a
tall man clothed in red and black, who
was standing by the door as if waiting to
fall in ' behind me. Ho carried on his
sboulder a long broad bladed sword, and
I guessed who ho was, soeing how Master
Lindstrom strove to intercept my view of
him. But I was not afraid of that. I had
heard long ago—perhaps six months in
time, but it seemed long ago—how brave­
ly Queen Jane had died. Aud if a girl had
not trembled surely a man should not. So
I looked steadfastly at him and took great
eourage, and after that was able to gaze
calmly on the people, who pressed to stare
at mo, peeping over the soldiers’ shoulders
and clustering in every doorway and win­
dow to see me go past. They were all si­
lent, and it oven seemed to me that 6omo
—but this may have been my fancy—
pitied me.
I saw nothing of the duchess and might
have wondered had not Master Lindstrom
explained that he bad contrived to koep
her in ignorance of the hour fixed for the
proceedings. Her husband was better, he
said, and conscious; but, for fear of excit­
ing him, they were keeping tho news from
him also. I remember I felt for a moment
very sore at this, and then I tried to per­
suade myself that it was right.
The distance through the streets was
short, and almost before I was aware of it I
was in tho courthouse, the guard had falleu
back, and I was standing before three per­
sons who were seated behind a long table.
Two of them were grave, portly men
wearing flat black caps and scarlet robes,
with gold chains about their necks. The
third, dressed as an ecclesiastic, wore a
huge gem ring upon his thumb. Behind
them stood three attendants holding a
sword, a corsier and a ducal cap upon a
cushion, and above and behind all was a
lofty stained window, whose rich hues,
the sun being low as yet, shot athwart the
corbels of the roof. At the end of the ta­
ble sat a black robed man with an ink
horn and spectacles, a grave, still, down
looking man, and the crowd being behind
me, and preserving a dead silence, and
the attendants standing like statues, I
seemed indeed to bo alone with these four
at the table and the great 6tained window
and the solemn hush. They talked to one
another in low tones for a minute, gazing
at me the while, and I fancied they were
astonished to find me so young.
At length they all fell back into their
chairs. “Do you epeak German?” tho eld­
est burgher said, addressing me gravely.
He sat in the middle, with the subdeau
on his right.
“No, but I speak and understand Span­
ish,” I answered in that language, feeling
chilled already by the stern formality
which like an iron hand was laying its
grip upon me.
“Good! Your name?” replied the pres­
ident.
“I am commonly called Francis Carey,
and I am an Englishman.” The subdean
—be was a pale, stout man, with gloomy
eyes—had hitherto been looking at me in
evident doubt, but at this he nodded as­
sent, and averting his eyes from mo gazed
meditatively at the roof of the hall, con­
sidering apparently what be should have
for breakfast.
“You are charged,” said the president
slowly, consulting a document, “with
iiaving assaulted and wounded in the
highway last night one Heinrich Schroder,
a citizen of this town, acting at the time
as lieutenant of the night guard. Do you
admit this, prisoner, or do you require
proof? ’ ’
“He was wounded,” I answered stead­
ily, “but by mistake and in error I sup­
posed him to be one of three persons who
had unlawfully waylaid me and my party
on the previous night between Emmerich
and Wesel.”
The subdean, still gazing at the roof,
shook his head with a faint smile. The
other magistrates looked doubtfully at me,
but made no comment, and my words
seemed to be wasted on the silence. The
president consulted his document again
and continued: “You are also charged
with having, by force of arms, in time of
peace, seized agateof this town and main­
tained it and declined to surrender it
when called upon so to do. What do you
say to that?”
“It is true in part,” I answered firmly.
“I seized not the gate, but part of the
tower, in order to preserve my life and to
protect certain ladies traveling with me
from the violence of a crowd, which, un­
der a misapprehension, was threatening
to do us a mischief.”
The priest again shook his bead and
smiled faintly at the carved roof. His col­
leagues were perhaps somewhat moved in
my favor, for a few words passed between
them. However, in the end they shook
their heads, and the president mechanical­
ly asked me if I bad anything further to
say.
"Nothing!” I replied bitterly. The ec­
clesiastic’s cynical beedlessness, his air of
one whose mind is made up, seemed so
cruel to me, whose life was at stake, that I
lost patience. “Except what I have said,”
i continued, "that for the wounding, it
was done in error, and for tho gate seiz­
ing. I would do it again to save the lives
of those with me. Only that and this—
that I am a foreigner ignorant of your
language and customs, desiring only to
pass peacefully through your country.”
“ThatIs all?” the president asked Im­
passively.
“All,” I answered, yet with a strange
tightening at my throat Was it all? All
I could say for my life?
I was waiting, sore and angry and des­
perate, to hear the sentence, when there
came an interruptiou. Master Lindstrom,
whose presence at my side I had forgot­
ten, broke suddenly into a torrent of im­
passioned words, and bis urgent voice,
ringing through the court, seemed in a
moment to change its aspect—to infuse
into it some degree of life aud sympathy.
More than one guttural exclamation,
which seemed to mark approval, burst
from the throng at the back of the hall.
In another moment, indeed, tbe Dutch­
man’s courage might have saved me, but
there was one who marked the danger.
The subdean, who had at first only glow­
ered at the speaker in rude astonishment,
now cut him short with a harsh question.
“One moment, Master Dutchman!” he
cried. “Are you one of tbe heretics who
call themselves Protestants?"
“I am. But I understand that there is
here liberty of conscience,” our friend an­
swered manfully, nothing daunted in his
fervor at finding the attack turned upon
himself.
“That depends upon the conscience,”
the priest answered, with a scowl. “We
will have no Anabaptists here nor foreign
I praters
to bring us into feud with our
neighbors. It is enough that such meu as
i you are allowed to live. We will not be
boarded by you. So take warning! Take
heed, I say, Master Dutchman, and be si­
lent!” he repeated, leaning forward and
clapping his hand upon the table.
I touched Master Lindstrom's sleeve,
who would of himself have persisted, and
staid him. “It is of no use,” I muttered.
Mexican
Mustang
Liniment
“That dog in a crochet has condemned
me. He will have his way!”
There was a short debate between the
throe judges, while in the court you might
have beard a piu drop. Master Lindstrom
bad fallen back once more. I was alone
again, and the stained window seemed to
be putting forth its mystic influence to
infold me, when, looking up, I saw a tiny
shadow flit across the soft, many hued
rays which streamed from it athwart the
roof. It passed again, once, twice, thrice.
I peered upward intently. It was a swal
low flying to and fro amid the carved
work.
Yes, a swallow, and straightway 1 for­
got the judges, forgot th« crowd. The
scene vanished, and I was at Coton End
again, giving Martin Luther the nest for
Petronilla, a sign, as I meant it then, that
I should return. I should never return
now. Yet my heart was on a sudden so
softened that, instead of this reflection giv­
ing me pain, as one would have expected,
it only filled me with a great anxiety to
provide for the event. She must not wait
and watch for me day after day, perhaps
year after year. I must see to it somehow,
and I was thinking with such intentness
of this that it was only vaguely I beard
the sentence pronounced. It might have
been some other person who was to be be­
headed at the east gate an hour before
noon. A nd so God save the duke!
for
Burns,
Caked & Inflamed Udders.
Piles,
Rheumatic Pains,
Bruises and Strains,
Running Sores,
Inflammations,
Stiff joints,
Harness & Saddle Sores,
Sciatica,
Lumbago,
Scalds,
Blisters,
Insect Bites,
All Cattle Ailments,
All Horse Ailments,
All Sheep Ailments,
CHAPTER XVI.
They took me back to the room in the
tower, it being now nearly 10 o’clock. Mas
ter Lindstrom would fain have staid with
me constantly to the end; but, having the
matter I have mentioned muob in my
mind, I begged him to go and get mo
writing materials. When he returned,
Van Tree was with him With a particu
larity very curious at that moment, I re­
marked that the latter was carrying some
thing.
“Where did you get that!”' I said sharp
ly and at once.
“It is your haversack,” he answered,
setting it down quietly. “I found the
man who bad taken possession of your
horse and got it from him. I thought
there might be something In it you might
Mustang Liniment conquer!
like.”
Pain,
“It is my haversack,” I assented, “but
Makes Han or Beast well
it was not on my horse I have not seen
again.
it since I left it in Master Liudstrom's
bouse by the river. 1 left it on the pallet
in my room there, and It was forgotten.
I searched for it at Emmerich, you re­
member.”
•‘I only know,” he replied, “that I dis­
covered it behind the saddle of the horse
you were riding yosterday.”
He thought tnat I had become confused Tlio*. F. Oike>, Henry C. Payne. Henry C.
and was a little wrong beaded from ex
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