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CHURCHES B aptist —Se .-vices Sunday 11 a. m. and 7:30p. m ; Sunday school 9:50 a m.; th» young people’s society 6:15 p m Prayer meeting Thursday 7:30 p. m. Covenant meeting first Sat each month 2:00 p. m. E. B. P ack , Pastor. M ethodist E piscopal —Services every Sabbath 11:00 a. m. and 7:30 p. m. Sunday school 9:30 a tn. Prayer meeting 7:00 p’ m. Thursday. Jon’s B betts , Pastor. C vmb . P hksbyterian — Services every Sab bath 11:00 a m and 7:30 p. m. Sunday school 9:3u a. m. Y. P. C. E.. Sunday 6:30 p. m. Prayer meeting Thursday, 7:30 p. m. E E. T hompson , Pastor. C hristian —Preaching at 11 a. in. anil at 7 :30 p. in on the first and third Sundays; on tlie second and fourth Sundays at 7:30 until further notice At Carlton on sec ond and fourth Sundays at 11 a. in., and Saturday evening before at 7:30. At No. 8 at 3 p. in on second and fourth Sundays. J ames C ampbell , V. D. M.. Pastor’ S t . J ames E piscopal C hi - bch —Lay-Ser vices every Sunday at 11 o’clock a. m. 8 t . J ames C atholic —First st., between G and II. Sunday school 2:30 p. in. Ves pers 7:30. Services once a month. T. B riody , Pastor SECRET ORDERS. K nowles C hapter N o , 12, O. E. S—Meets a Masonic hall the first and third Monday evening in each month. Visiting members cordiallv in vited. C. H. McKINNEY. Sec. MRS. C W. TALMAGE, W. M. A. O. U. W.—Charity Lodge No. 7 meets first and third Fridays of each month, 7:30 p. m Lodge room in Union block. H. C. BURNS, M W. J. D. BAKER, Becorder. 10 Yamhill Lode« No. 10 D. of H meets in Union hall second and fourth Friday evenings of each month. C vstxb P ost N o . 9—Meets the second and fourth Saturday of each month in Union hall at 7:30 m. on second Saturday and at 10:30 a. m. on th Saturday. All members of the order are cordially invited to attend our meetings J. B. S tilwell , Commander. B. F ClUBUtl. Adjt. W. C T. U- — Meets on every Fri day at 3 p. m. in reading room. Union block C lara G. Essox.Pres. J sxxie G allextixe , Bec’y Oregon Central & Eastern R. R. Co. YAQUINA BAY ROUTE Connecting at Yaquina Bay with the San Francisco and Yaquina Bay Steam ship Company. STEAMSHIP “FARALLON” A 1, and first-class in every respect. Sails from Yaquina for San Francisco about every eight days. Passenger ac commodations unsurpassed. Shortest route between the Willamette valley and California. Fare from Albany or pointe west to San Francisco : Cabin............................................ $12.00 Steerage.................... 8.00 Cabin, round trip, good 60 days 18 00 For sailing dates apply to, H. L. WALDEN, Agent, Albany, Or. EDWIN STONE, Manager, Corvallis, Or. CHAS. CLARK. Supt.. Corvallis. Or. ADTIM^THATOIl'S NOTICE. In the County Court of Yamhill County, State of Oregon. In the matter of the estate of Lars A. Newgard, VTOTICE is hereby given that the under- x N signed has been appointed administrator of the estate of Lars A. NewgaM, deceased, bv the countv court of Yamhill countv. Oregon. Ail per sons having claims against said estate are re quested to present them to me at McMinnville, Oregon, within six months from the dat > of this notice. Dated at McMinnville. Oregon, this 1st day ot July, A. D. 1895. jg 5 B. NELSON, Administrator. AUTMOI^ OF “ THE Mhd IN 6LAC».” “ a .GENTLEMAM OF. FRANCE”, 'ETC Erc. C opyright 1891, 8 y casseiupublishinc co . all rights ' reserves surging in my brain, and a mist roso be “The horse I was riding yesterday?” I fore my eyes and hid everything. The continued. “Ah, then, I understand. I clamor and shouting of the street passed was riding the horse which I took from away and sounded vague and distant. the Spanish trooper. The Spaniard must The next instant, it is true, I was myself have annexed the haversack when to and again, but my knees were trembling un his companions searched the bouse after der me, and I stood flaccid and unnerved, our departure.” leaning on my friond. "That is it, no doubt,” Master Lind “Well?” I said faintly. strom said. And in the hurry of yester “Patiencel Patience awhile, lad!’ day’s ride you failed to notice it.” answered. It was a strange way of recovering one’s But, thank heaven, I had not long to property—strange that the enemy should wait. The words were scarcely off his have helped one to it. But there are times tongue when another hand sought mine —and this to me was one—when the and shook it wildly, and I saw Van Tree strange seems the ordinary and common before me, his face radiant with joy, while place. I took the sack and slipped my a man whom be had knocked down in his hand through a well known slit in the lin hasty leap from the scaffold was rising ing. Yes, the letter I had left there was beside me with a good natured smile. As still there—tho letter to Mistress Clarence. if at a signal, every face now turned to I drew it out. Tho corners of the little ward me. A dozen friendly bands passed packet were frayed, and the parchment me up the steps amid a fresh outburst of was stained and discolored, no doubt by cheering. Tho throng on the scaffold the damp which had penetrated to It. But opened somehow, and I found myself in a the seal was whole. I placed It, as it was, second, as it seemed, face to face with the in Master Lindstrom's hands. president of the court. He smiled on me “Give it,” Isaid, “to the duchess after gravely and kindly—what smiles there ward. It concerns her. You have heard seemed to be on all those faces!—and held us talk about it. Bid her make what use out a paper. sho pleases of it.” “In the name of the duke!” he said, I turned away then and sat down, feel speaking in Spanish in a clear, loud voice. ing a little Hurried and excited, as one “A pardon!” about to start upon a journey might feel— I muttered something, I know not what, not afraid nor exceedingly depressed, but nor did it matter, for it was lost in a burst braced up to make a brave show and hide of cheering. When this was over and si what sadness I did feel by the knowledge lence obtained, the magistrate continued: that many eyes were upon me, and that “You are required, however, to attend the more would be watching me presently. duke at the courthouse, whither we had At the far end of the room a number of better proceed at once.” people had now gathered and were con “I am ready, sir,” I muttered. versing together. Among them were not A road was made for us to descend, and only my jailers of the night, but two or walking in a kind of beautiful dream I three officers, a priest who had come to passed slowly up the street by the side of offer me his services and somo inquisitive tho magistrate, the crowd everywhere will gazers who bad obtained admission. Their ingly standing aside for us. 1 do not curiosity, however, did not distress me. know whether all those thousands of faces On the contrary, I was glad to hear tho really looked joyfully and kindly on me stir and murmur of life about me to the as I passed or whether the deep thankful last. ness which choked me and brought the I will not set down the letter I wrote tears continually to my eyes transfigured to tho duchess, though it were easy for me them and gave them a generous charm to do so, seeing that her sou has it now. not their own. But this I do know—that It contains some things very proper to be tho sunshine seemed brighter and the air said by a dying man, of which I am not softer than ever before; that the clouds ashamed—God forbid!—but which it trailing across the blue expanse were would not bo meet for me to repeat hero. things of beauty such as I had never met Enough that I told her in a few words before; that to draw breath was a joy and who I v»as and entreated her in the name to move delight, and that only when the of whatever services I had rendered her to dark valley was left behind did I compre Jet Petronilla and Sir Anthony know liow hend its full gloom—by heaven's mercy. I had died, and I added something which So may it be with all! would, I thought, comfort her and her At tho door of the courthouse, whither husband—namely, that I was not afraid numbers of the people had already run, or in any suffering of mind or body. the press was so great that we came to a The writing of this shook my compo standstill and were much buffeted about, sure a little, but as I laid down the pen though in all good humor before, even and looked up and found that the time with the aid of the soldiers, we could be was come I took courage in a marvelous got through tho throng. When I at last manner. The captain of the guard—I emerged, I found myself again before the think that out of a compassionate desire table and saw—but only dimly, for the not to interrupt me they had allowed me light now fell through the stained window some minutes of grace—came to me, leav directly on my head—a commanding figure ing the group at the other end, and told standing behind it. Then a strange thing mo gravely that I was waited for. I roso happened. A woman passed swiftly round at onco and gave the letter to Master Lind- , the table and came to me and flung ber strom, with somo messages in which arms round my neck and kissed me. It Dymphna and Anno were not forgotten, was the duchess, and for a moment she and then, with a smile—for I felt under ’ hung upon me, weeping before them all. all those eyes as if I were going into bat “Madam,” I said softly, “then it is you tle—I said: "Gentlemen, I am ready if you who have done this!” are. It is a fine day to die. You know,” “Ah,” sho exclaimed, bolding me off I added gayly, “in England we have a from her and looking at me with eyes proverb, ‘The better the day the better the which glowed through her tears, “and it deed!’ So it is well to have a good day to was you who did that!” havo a good death, Sir Captain.” She drew back from me then and took *‘A soldier’s death, sir, is a good death,” me by the hand and turned impetuously he answered gravely, speaking in Spanish to the Duko of Cleves, who stood behind and bowing. * smiling at ber in frank amusement. Then he pointed to the door. “This,” she said, “is the man who gave As I walked toward it I paused luomeii tarily by the window and looked out on bis life for my husband, and to whom the crowd below. It filled the sunlit your highness has given it back.” “Let him tell his tale,” the duke an street, savo where a little raised platform strewn with rushes protruded itself—with swered gravely. “And do you, my cousin, heads from wall to wall, with faces all sit here beside me.” She left me and walked round the table, turned one way—toward mo. It was a silent crowd, standing in hushed awo and and he came forward and plaoed her in expectation, tho consciousness of which his own chair amid a great hush of won sent a sudden chill to my heart, bl.'inching der, r she was still meanly clad and my cheek and making my blood run slow showed in a hundred places tho marks and for a moment. The next I moved on to stains of travel. Then he stood by her tho door, and bowing to tho spectators us with his hand on the back of the seat. He they stood aside began to descend the nar was a tall, burly man, with bold, quick glancing eyes, a flushed face and a loud row staircase. There were guards going down before manner—a fierce, blusterous prince, as I me, and behind mu were Master Lindstrom have heard. He was plainly dressed in a leather hunting suit and wore huge gaunt and more guards. The Dutchman reached lets and brown boots, with a broad leaved forward in the gloom and clasped my hat pinned up on one side, yet he looked a hand, holding it as we went down in a prince. firm, strong grip. Somehow I stammered out the tale of “Never fear, ” I said to him cheerily, the surrender. looking back. “It is all right.” “But why, why, why, man,” he asked, He answered in words which I will not when I had finished, “why did you let write here, not wishing, as I have said, to them think it was you who wounded the make certain things common. burgher, if it was not?” I suppose the doorway at the bottom “Your highness,” I answered, “I had was accidentally blocked, for a few steps received nothing but good from her grace, I short of it we camo to a standstill, and al had eaten her bread and been received into most at tho same moment I started, de her service. Besides it was through my spite myself, on hearing a sudden clamor persuasion that we camo by the road und a roar of many voices outside. which led to this misfortune instead of by “What is it?” I asked the Dutchman. another way. Therefore it seemed to me “It is the Dukeof Cleves arriving, I ex right that I should suffer, who stood alone pect,” he whispered. “Hecomes in by the and could be spared, and not her hus other gate. ’ ’ band.” A moment later we moved on and passed “It was a great deed!” cried the prince out into the light, the soldiers before me loudly. “I would I had such a servant. stepping on either sido to give me place. Are you noble, lad?” The sunshine for an instant dazzled me, I colored high, but not in pain or mor and I lowered my eyes. As I gradually tification. The old wound might reopen, raised them again I saw before me a short but amid events such as those of this lane formed by two rows of spectators morning it was a slight matter. “I come of kept back by guards, and at the end of a noble family, may it please your high this two or three rough wooden steps lead ness,” I answered modestly, “but circum ing to a platform on which were standing stances prevent me claiming kinship with a number of people, and above and beyond it.” all only the bright bluo sky, the roofs and Ho was about, I think, to question me gables of tho nearer houses showing dark further when tho duchess looked up and against it. said something to him, and he something I advanced 6tcadily along the path left to her. She spoke again, and he answered. for me and would have ascended tho steps, Then he nodded assent. “You would fain but at the foot of them I came to a stand stand on your own feet?” he cried to mo. still and looked round for guidance. Tho “Is that so?” persons on the scaffold all had their backs “It is, sire,” I answered. turned to mo and did not make way. “Then so bo it,” ho replied loudly, look while tho shouting and uproar hindered ing round on the throng with a frown. them from hearing that we had come out. “I will ennoble you. You would have Then it struck me, seeing that the people died for your lord and friend, and there at the wlqdows were also gazing away fore I givo you a rood of land in the com and taking no heed of me, that the duke mon graveyard of Banton to hold of me, was passing the farther end of tbo street, and I name you Von Santonkirch, and I, and a sharp pang of angry pain shot William, duko of Cleves, Jülich and Guel through me. I bad come out to die, but der», prince of the empire, declare you that which was all to me was so little to noble and givo you for your arms three theso people that they turned away to see swords of justico and the motto you may a fellow mortal ride by! buy of a clerk. Further, let this decree bo Presently, as we stood there, in a pit, ns enrolled in my chancery. Are you satis it were, getting no view, I felt Master fied?” Lindstrom’s hand, which still clasped As I dropped on my knees, my eyes mine, begin to shake, and turning to him sparkling, there was a momentary dis I found that his face had changed to a turbance behind me. It was caused by the deep red, and that his eyes were protrud abrupt entrance of the subdean. He took ing with a kind of convulsive eagerness in part of the situation at a glance—that which instantly infected me. is, he saw me kneeling before the duke, “What is it?” I stammered. I began to but he could not see the Duchess of Suf tremble also. The air rang, it seemed to folk, the duke’s figure being interposed. me, with one word, which a thousand As he came forward, the crowd making tongues took up and reiterated. But it way for him, he cast an angry glance at was a German word, and I did not under me and scarcely smoothed his brow even stand it. toaddress the prince. “lam glad that “Wait, wait!” Master Lindstrom ex your highness has not done what was re ported to me,” ho said hastily, his obei claimed. “Pray God it be true!” Ho seized my other hand and held it as sance brief and perfunctory. ”1 heard an though be would protect me from some uproar in the town and was told that this thing. At the same moment Van Tree man was pardoned.” “It is so!” said the duke curtly, eying pushed past me, and bounding up the steps thrust his way through tho officials the ecclesiastic with no great favor. “He on the scaffold, causing more than one is pardoned.” "Only in part, I presume,” the priest fur robed citizen near the edge to lose his balance and come down as best he could rejoined urgently, “or, if otherwise, I am sure that your highness has not received cn the shoulders of the guards. “What is it?” I cried. “What is it?” X certain information with which I can fur nish you.” cried in impatient wonder. "Furnish away, sir,” quoth the duke, “Ob, my lad, my lad!” Master Lind strom answered, his face close to mine and yawning. “I have had letters from my lord bishop the tears running down his cheeks. “It is cruel if it be not true! Cruel! They of Arras respecting him. ” “Respecting him!” exclaimed the cry a pardon!” prince, starting and bending hia brows in “A pardon?” I echoed. “Aye, lad, a pardon. But it may not be surprise. "Respecting those In whose company true,” be said, putting his arm about my shoulder. “Do not make too sure of it. he travels,” tbo priest answered hastily. "They are represented to me as dangerous It is only the mob cry it out.” My heart made a great bound and persons, pestilent refugees from England seemed to stand still. There was a loud and obnoxious alike to the emperor, the “Sir Anthony's nephew?” prince of Spain and the queen of England. ” "Yes, and the son of Ferdinand Cludde, "I wonder you do not add also to the whom you also have heard of, of whom king of France and the soldan of Turkey!” the less”— growled the duke. “Pish! I am not go She stopped and turned quickly, inter ing to be dictated to by Master Granvelle rupted by a half stifled scream. It was a —no, nor by his master, be he ten times scream full of sudden horror and amaze emperor! Go to! Go to, Master Subdean! ment and fear, and it camo from Mistress Tou forget yourself, and so docs your mas Anne. The girl had risen and was gazing ter the bishop. I will have you know that at mo with distended eyes and blanched these people are not what you think them. cheeks and hands stretched out to keep mo Call you my cousin, the widow of tho con oil—-gazing, indeed, as if she saw in me sort of the late queen of France, an ob some awful portent or some dreadful noxious person? Fie, fle! You forgot your threat. She did not speak, but she began, self!” without taking her eyes from me, to re He moved as he stopped speaking, so treat toward the door. that the astonished churchman found “Hoity, toity!” cried my lady, stamp himself confronted on a sudden by the ing her foot in anger. “What has hap smiling, defiant duchess, The subdean pened to the girl? What"— started, and his face fell, for seeing her What, indeed? The duchess stopped, i still more astonished, for, without utter ing awordof explanation orapology, Mis tress Anne had reached the door, groped blindly for the latch, found it and gone out. her eyes, with the same haunted look of horror in them, fixed on me to the last. CHAPTER XVII. 'Hoity, toity!” tbeduchess cried again, looking from one to another of us when Anno had disappeared. “What has come to the little fool? Has she gone crazy?” I shook my head, too completely at sea evon to hazard a conjecture. Master Ber- tie shook bis head also, keeping his oyes glued to tho door, as if he could not be ¡love Anne had really gone. “1 would he were hung with hisown tapes try!" seated in the duke’s presence he discerned st onco that the game was played out, yet be rallied himself, bethinking him, I fan cy, that there were many spectators. He made a last effort. “The bishop of Ar ras”— he began. “Pish!” scoffed the duke, interrupting him. “The bishop of Arras”— the priest re peated firmly. “I would he were hung with his own tapestry!” retorted the duke, with a brutal iaugh. “Heaven forbid!” replied the ecclesias tic, his pale face reddening and his eye darting baleful glances at me. But ho took the hint, and henceforth said no more of the bishop. Instead, ho continued smoothly: “Your highness has, of course, considered the danger—the danger, I mean, of provoking neighbors so powerful by shielding this lady and making her cause your own. You will remember. Sir’ ’— “I will remember Innspruck!” roared the duko in a rage, “where tho emperor— aye, and your overlasting bishop, too—fled before a handful of Protestants like sheep before wolves. A fig for your emperor! I never feared him young, and I fear him less now that he is old and decrepit and, as men say, mad. Let him get to his watches and you to your prayers. If there were not this table between us, I would pull your ears, Master Churchman!" »«««••» “But tell me,” I asked Master Bertie as I stood tieside his couch an hour later, “how did tho duchess manage it? I gath ered from something you or she said a short time back that you had no influence with the Duko of Cleves.” "Not quite that,” he answered. “My wife and the late Duke of Suffolk had much to do with wedding the prince’s sis ter to King Henry 13—14 years back, is it? And so far we might have felt confident of his protection. But the marriage turned out ill, or turned out short, and Queen Anne of Cleves was divorced, and —well, we felt a little less confident on that account, particularly as he has the name of a headstrong, passionate man.” “Heaven keep him in it!” I said, smil ing. “But you have not told me yet what happened.” “ The duchess was still asleep this morn ing, fairly worn out, as yon may suppose, when a great noise awoke lier. She got up and went to Dymphna and learned it was the duke’s trumpets. Then she went to tho window, and seeing few people in the streets to welcome him inquired why this was. Dymphna broke down at that and told her what was happening to you, and that you were to die at that very hour. She went out straightway, without cover ing her head—you know how impetuous sho is—and flung herself on her knees in the mud before the duke’s horse as he en tered. He knew her, and tho rest you can guess.” Can guess? Ah, what happiness it was! Outside the sun fell hotly on the steep red roofs, with their rows of casements, and on the sleepy square in which knots of people still lingered, talking of the morn ing’s events. I could see below me the guard which Duke William, shrewdly mistrusting the subdean, had posted in front of the house, nominally to do the duchess honor. 1 could hear in tho next room the cheerful voices of my friends. What happiness it was to live! What hap I piness to bo lovedl How very, very good and beautiful and glorious a world seemed the world to me on that old May morning in that quaint German town which we had entered so oddly! As I turned from the window full of thankfulness, my eyes met those of Mis tress Anne, who was sitting on the far side of the sick man’s couch, the baby in a cradle beside her. The risk and exposure of the last week had made a deeper mark upon her than upon any of us. She was paler, graver, older, more of a woman and less, much less, of a girl. And she looked very ill. Hur eyes, In particular, seemed to have grown larger, and as they dwelt on mo now there was a strange and sol emn light in them, under which I grew uneasy. “You have been wonderfully preserved,” sho said presently, speaking dreamily, and ns much to herself as to me. “I have, indeed,” I answered, thinking sho referred only to my escape of the morning. But sho did not. "There was, firstly, tho time on the riv er when you were hurt with the oar,” she continued, gazing absently at me, her hands in her lap, “and then the night whon you saw Clarence with Dymphna.” “Or, rather, saw him without her,” I interposed, smiling. It was strange that sho should mention it as a fact, when at tho time she had so scolded me for making tho statement. “And then,” she continued, disregard ing my interruption, “there was the time when you were stabbed in the passage, ami, again, when you had tho skirmish by tho river, and then today you were within a minute of death. You have been wonderfully preserved!” “I have,” I assented thoughtfully. “Tho more as I suspect that I have to thank Master Clarence for al) these little adventures." “Strange—very strange!” she muttered, removing her eyes from me that she might fix them on the floor. “What is strange?” Thu abrupt questioner was the duchess, who came bustling in at tho moment. “What is strange?” she repeated, with a heightened color and dancing eyes. “Shall I tell yon?” She paused and looked brightly at me, holding something con cealed behind her. I guessed in a mo ment, from the aspect of her face, what it was—the letter which I had given to Master Lindstrom in the morning, and which, with a pardonable forgetfulness, I had failed to reclaim. 1 turned very red. “It was not intended for you now,” I said shyly, for in the let ter I had told her my story. ''“Pooh, pooh!” she cried. “It is just as I thought A pretty piece of folly! No,” sho continued as I opened my mouth, “I am not going to keep your secret, sir. You may go down on your knees. It will be of no use. Richard, you remember Sir An thony Cludde of Coton End In Warwick shire?” “Oh, yes,” her husband said, rising on bis elbow, while his face lit up, and I stood bashfully shifting my feet. “I have danced with him a dozen times, years ago!” she continued, her eyes spar kling with mischief. “Well, sir, this gen tleman, Master Francis Carey, otherwise Von Santonkirch, is Francis Cludde, his nephew!' "I said nothing to frighten her/’niy lady pretested. "Nothing at all,” I answered. For bow should the announcement, that my real name was Cludde terrify Mistress Anne Brandon nearly out of her senses? “Well, no.” Master Bertie agreed, his thoughtful face more thoughtful than usual, "so far as I heard, you said noth ing. But I think, my dear, that you had better follow her and ¡earn what it is. She must be ill. ” Tbeduchess sat down. “I will go by and by,” she said coolly, at which I was not much surprised, for I have always re marked that women have less sympathy with other women’s ailments, especially of the nerves, than have men. "For the moment I want to scold this brave, silly boy here!” she continued, looking so kindly at me that I blushed again and forgot all about Mistress Anne. "To think of him leaving his home to be come a wandering squire of dames merely because bls father was a—well, not quite what he would have liked him to be! I remember something about him,” sho continued, pursing up her lips and nod ding her head at us. "I fancied him dead, however, years ago. But there! if every one whose father were not quite to his lik ing left home and went astraying, Master Francis, all sensible folk would turn inn keepers and make their fortunes.” "It was not only that which drove me from home,” I explained. “The bishop of Winchester gave me clearly to under stand"— “That Colon was not the place for you!” exclaimed my lady scornfully. “He is a sort of connection of yours, is he not? Oh, 1 know. And he thinks be has a kind of reversionary interest in the property! With you and your fattier out of the way, and only your girl cousin left, his interest is much more likely to come to hand. Do you see?” I recalled what Martin Luther liad said about the cuckoo. But I have since thought that probably they both wronged Stephen Gardiner in this. He was not a man of petty mind, and his estate was equal to his high place. I think it more likely that his motive in removing me from Coton was chiefly-the desire to use my services abroad, in conjunction per haps with some remoter and darker plan for eventually devoting the Cludde prop erty to the church. Such an act of piety would have been possible had Sir Anthony died leaving his daughter unmarried and would certainly have earned for the chan cellor Queen Mary’s lasting favor. I think it the more likely to have been in his mind because his inability to persuade the gentry to such acts of restitution— King Harry had much enriched us—was always a sore point with the queen and more than once exposed him to her resent ment. “The strangest thing of ail,” the duch ess continued, with alacrity, “seems to me to be thia—that if he had not muddled witli you he would not have had ills plans in regard to us thwarted. If he had not driven you from home, you would never have helped me to escape from London nor been with us to foil his agents." “A higher power than the chancellor ar ranged that!” said Master Bertie emphat ically. “Well, at any rate, I am glad that you are you!” the duchess answered, rising gayly. “A Cludde? Why, one feels at home again, and yet,” she continued, her lips trembling suddenly and her eyes fill ing with tears as she looked at me, “there was never house raised yet on nobler deed than yours.” “Go, go, go!” cried her husband, seeing my embarrassment. “Go and look to that foolish girl!” “I will! Yet stop!” cried my lady, pausing when she was half way across the floor and returning, “I was forgetting that I have anotiier letter to open. It is very odd that this letter was never opened before,” she continued, producing that which had lain in my haversack. "It Jias had several narrow escapes. But this time I vow I will see inside it. You give me leave?” “Oh, yes,” I said, smiling “I wash my hands of it. Whoever the Mistress Clarence to whom it is addressed may be, it is enough that her name is Clarence! We have suffered too much at his hands.” “I open it, then,” my lady cried dra matically. I nodded. She took her hus band’s dagger and cut the green silk which bound the packet and opened and read. Only a few words. Then sho stopped, and looking off the paper shivered. “I do not understand this,” she murmured. “What does it mean?” “No good, I’ll be sworn!” Master Ber tie replied, gazing at her eagerly. “Read it aloud, Katherine.” “’ToMistressA----- B------ . Iamadver- tised by my trusty agent, Master Clarence, that be hath benefited much by your aid in the matter in which I have employed him. Such service goeth always for much, and never for naught, with me. In which belief confirm yourself. For tho present, working with him as heretofore, be secret, and on no account let your true senti ments come to light. So you will be tiio more valuable to me, even as it is moro easy to unfasten a barred door from within than from without.’ ” Here the duchess broke off abruptly and turned on us a face full of wonder. “ What does It mean?" she asked. “Is that all?” her husband said. “Not quite,” she answered, returning to it and reading: “ ‘Those whom you have hitherto served have too long made a mockery of sacred things, but their cup is full, and the busi ness of seeing that they drink it lieth with me, who am not wont to be slothful in these matters. Be faithful and secret. Good speed and fare you well. “ ‘STB. W inton .’ ” “One thing is quite clear,” said Master Bertie slowly. "That you and I are tho persons whose cup is full. You remember how you once dressed up a dog in a rochet and dandled It before Gardiner? And it is our matter in which Clarence is em ployed. Then who is it who has been co operating with him, and whose aid is of so much value to him?” “‘Even as it is easier,’” I muttered thoughtfully, “ ‘to unfasten a barred door from within than from without.’ ” What was it of which that strange sentence re minded me? Ha! I had it. Of the night on which we had fled from Master Lind strom’s house, when Mistress Anne bad been seized with that odd fit of perverse ness and had almost opened the door look ing upon the river in spite of all I could say or do. It was of that the sentence re minded me. "To whom is it addressed? ’ I asked abruptly. “To Mistress Clarence,” my lady an swered. "No—inside, I mean.” “Oh! to Mistress A----- B--------. But that gives us no clew,” she added. "It is a disguise. You see, they are the two first letters of the alphabet." So they were, and the initial letters of Anne Brandon! I wondered that the duchess did not see it; that she did not at onoe turn ber suspicions toward tho right quarter. But she was, for a woman, sin gularly truthful and confiding, and she saw nothing. I looked at Master Bertie. He seemed puzzlod. discerning. I fancy, how strange ly the allusions pointed to Mistress Anne, but not daring at once to draw the infer ence. She was his wife's kinswoman by marriage, albeit a distant one, and much indebted to her. She had been almost as his own sister. She was young and fair, and to associate treachery and ingratitude such as this with ber seemed almost too horrible. Then why was I so clear sighted as to read tho riddle? Why was I the lirst to see the truth? Because I had felt for days a vague and ill defined distrust of tho girl. I had seen more of her odd fits and ca prices than had the others. Looking back now, I could find a confirmation of my idea in a dozen things which bad befallen us. I remembered how ill and stricken she bad looked on the day when I had lirst brought out the letter, and how strangely she had talked to me about it. I remembered Clarence’s interview with —not Dymphna, as I had then thought— but, as I now guessed, Anne, wearing ber cloak. I recalled the manner in which she had used mo to persuade Master Bertie to take the Wesel instead of the Santon road. No doubt she had told Clarence to follow in that direction, if by any chance we es caped him on the island. And her despair when she heard in the church porch that I had killed Clarence at tlie ford! And her utter abandonment to fear—poor guil ty thing!—when she thought that all her devices had only led her with us to a dreadful death! These things, in the light in which I now viewed them, were cogent evidences against her. “It must have been written to some one about us!” said the duchess at length. “To some one in our confidence. ‘On our side of the door,’ as he calls it.” “ Yes; that is certain, ” I said. “And on the wrapper he styles her Mis tress Clarence. Now, who”— “Wlio could it have been? That is the question wo have to answer,’’ Master Ber tie replied dryly. Hearing his voice, I knew he had come at last to the same con clusion to which I had jumped. “I think you may dismiss the servants from the in quiry,” he continued. “The bishop of Winchester would scarcely write to them in that style.” “Dismiss the servants? Then who is left?” she protested. “I think”— Ho lost courage, hesitated and broke off. She looked at him won- deringly. Ho turned to me, and gaining confirmation from my nod began again. “I think I should ask A----- B------- he said. “A------B------- ?" sho cried, still not see ing one whit. “Yes; Anno Brandon,” he answered sternly. She repeated his words softly and stood a moment gazing at him. In that mo ment she saw it all. She sat down sudden ly on the chair beside her and shuddered violently, as if she had laid her hand un wittingly upon a snake. "Oh, Richard,” sho whispered, “it is too horrible!” “I fear it is too true,” he answered gloomily. I shrank from looking at them, from meeting her eyes or his. I felt as if this shame bad come upon us all. The thought that the culprit might walk into the room at any moment filled me with terror. 1 turned away and looked through the win dow, leaving the husband and wife to gether. “Is it only the name you are thinking of?” she muttered. “No,” lie answered. "Before I left Eng land to go to Calais I saw something pass between them—between ber and Clarence —which surprised me. Only in the con fusion of those last days it slipped from my memory for tho time. “I see, ” she said quietly. “The villain!” Looking back on the events of the last week, I found many things made plain by the lurid light now cast upon them. I un- 1 was puzzled on this point myself, now I came to consider it. I could not see why . she had taken the alarm so opportunely, ' but I maintained my opinion nevertheless. “Something frightened her,” I said, "though it may not have been the letter. ’ | “Yes,” said the duchess after a mo | ment’s silence. “I suppose you are right. I suppose something frightened her, us you say. I wonder what it was, poor wretch!” It turned out that I was right. Mistress Anne bad gone indeed, having staid, so far as we could learn from an examination of the room which she had shared with Dymphna, merely to put together the few things which our adventures had left her. She had gone out from among us in this foreign land without awordof farewell, without a good wish given or received, without a soul to say godspeed! Thu thought made me tremble. If she had died, it would have been different. Now, to feel sorrow for her as for one who had been with us in heart as well as In body seemed a mockery. How could we grieve for one who had moved day by day and hour by hour among us only that with each hour and day she might plot and scheme and plan our destruction? ft was impossible! We made inquiries indeed, but without result, and so abruptly and terribly she passed, for the time, out of our knowledge, though often afterward 1 recalled sadly the weary, hunted look which I had some times seen In her eyes when she sat list less and dreamy. Poor girl! Her own acts had placed her, as the duchess said, be yond love or hope, but not beyond pity. So it is in life. The day which sees one’s trial end sees another’s begin. We, the duchess and her child, Master Bertie and I, staid with our good and faithful friends, the Lindstroms, awhile, resting and recruiting our strength, and during this interval, at the pressing instance of the duchess, I wrote letters to Sir Anthony and Petronilla, stating that I was abroad and was well and lookod presently to re turn, but not disclosing my refuge or the names of my companions. At the end of five days, Master Bertie being fairly strong again and Santon being considered unsafe for us as a permanent residence, we went under guard to Wese), where wo were re ceived as people of quality and lodged, there being no fitting place, In the disused church of St. Willi bred. Here the child was christened Peregrine—a wanderer- the governor of the city and I being god fathers. And here we lived in peace, al beit with hearts that yearned for home, for some months. 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Still looking out of the win dow, I detailed the proofs 1 have men tioned, not gladly, heaven knows, or in any spirit of revenge, but my duty was rather to my companions, who had been true to me, than to her. I told them the truth as far as I knew it. The whole wretched, miserable truth was only to be come known to me Jater. “I will go to ber,” the duchess said presently, rising from ber seat. "My dear!” her husband cried, He stretched out ills hand, and grasping her skirt detained her. “You will not”— “Do not be afraid!” she replied sadly as she stooped over him and kissed his fore head "It is a thing past scolding, Rich ard, past love, and even hope, and all but past pity. I will be merciful as we hopo for mercy, but she can never be friend of ours again, and some one must tell her. I will do so and return. As for that man!” sho continued, obscuring suddenly the fair and noble side of her character which she had just exhibited, and which, I con fess, had surprised me, for I had not thought her capable of a generosity so un common. "As forthat man,” she repeated, drawing herself up to her full height, while ber eyes sparkled and her cheek grew red, “who lias turned her into a vile schemer and a shameless hypocrite, as be would fain have turned better women, I will show him no mercy nor grace if I ever have him under my feet. I will crush him as I would an adder, though I be crushed next moment myseif!” She was sweeping with that word from the room and had nearly reached the door before I found my voice. Then I called out, “Stay!” just in time. “You will do no good, madam, by going!” I said, ris ing. “You will not find her. Sheisgone.” “Gone?” “Yes,” I said quietly. “She left the house 20 minutes ago. I saw her cross the market place, wearing her cloak and car rying a bag. 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