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0. R. & N. CO. E. Mc N El LL, Receiver. TO THE ________ EAST GIVES THE CHOICE OF TWO TRANSCONTINENTAL ROUTES AVTMOi^ or ‘ THE MA5Í IN 6LACA.", “ a - gentleman of F rance ”, ETtErc. * WPvmCHT 1891,8V CASSEILPU3L1SH1NC CO. ALL RiGHTS' RESERVES Ho laughed. He was not one whit abashed by the discovery, nor awed, nor cast down. There was even in his cynical face a gleam of kindliness and pride as he scanned tne. We were almost of a height, I the taller by an inch or two, and in our DENVER SPOKANE features I believe there was a likeness, not such as to invite remark. Minneapolis OMAHA though "You have grown to bea chipof theold AND block,” he said coolly. "I would as soon you for a son as another. I think on ST. PAUL KANSAS CY have the whole I am pleased. You talked of Providence just now”—this with a laugh LOW RATES TO ALL of serene amusement—“and perhaps you were right. Perhaps there is such a thiDg. EASTERN CITIES. For I am growing old, and, lo! it gives me a son to take care of me.” OCEAN STEAMERS I shook my head. I could never be that Leave Portland Every 3 Days kind of sou to him. • • ROR • • ‘‘Walt a bit,” he said, frowning slight ly. “You think your side is up and mine Is down, and I can do you no coed now, bnt only harm. You are ashamed of me. Well, wait,” he continued, nodding con fidently. “Do not be too sure that I can- For fUU detail* call on Dot help you. I have been wrecked a doz C. A. WALLACE, McMinnville, Or en times, but I never yet failed to find a Or Address. boat that would take me to shore.” W. tl litiUBI KT, Yos; he was so arrogant in the pride ct Gen. Pass. Agt. bls many deceits that an hour after heaven POKTL tsn, OU. bad stretched out its hand to save b.m he denied its power and took the glory to EAST ANO SOUTH himself. I did not know what to say to him, bow to undeceive him, how to tell VIA him that it was not the failure of his treachery which shamed me, but the treachery Itself. I could only remain si lent. OF THE And so he mistook me, and after pon dering a moment with his chin in bis band he continued: “I have a plan, my lad. The queen Express Traina Leave Portland Dail; dies. Well—I am no bigot—long live the queen and the Protestant religion I The down will be up and the up down, and LEAVE ARRIVE Portland......... 8.50 P M I San Francisco..10:45 A M tbe Protestants will be everything. It San Francl»eo.6:uti P M I Portland........... 8:10 A M will go bard then with those who cling to the old faith. ” Above train* stop at East Portland. Oregon City. He looked at me with a catty smile, his Woodburn, Salem Turner, Marion Jefferson, Albany.AlbanyJunction Tangent.Sbedd*. Haise;., bead on one side. Harriaburg. Junction City. Irving. Eugene, Cres “I do not understand,” I said ooldly. well, Drain* and all station* from Roseburg to “Then listen. Sir Anthony will bold Ashland Inclusive. by his religion. He used to be a cholerio Koseburg .Hall Daily. gentleman and as obstinate as a mule He LEAVE ARRIVE: Portland........ 8:80 A M I Roseburg........ 5.20 P M will need but to be pricked up a little, and Roseburg....... 8:00 AM | Portland.........4.40 PM be will get into trouble with the author ities as sure as eggs are eggs. I will an Salem Passenger Dally. swer for it. And then”— LEAVE ARRIVE “Well?” I said grimly. How was I to Portland ......... LOOP M I Salem............ <5:15 P M Salem.............. 8:00 A M | Portland. .10:15 A JI observe even a show of respect for him when I was quivering with fierce wrath and abhorrence? “Do you think that will DINING CARS ON OGDEN ROUTE. benefit you?” I cried. “Do youthink that you are so high in favor with Cecil and tbe F»ULL7VTÄN * BUFFET Protestants that they will set you in Sir Anthony’s place? You!” SLEEPERS He looked at me still more craftily, not ANO put out by my indignation, but rather SECOND CLASS SLEEPING CARS amused by it. “No, lad, not me,” he replied, with tol Attached to all Through Trains. erant good nature. "I am somewhat West Side Division. blown upon of late. But Providence has BETWEEN PORTLAND AND CORVALLIb I not given me back my son tor nothing I Mail Train Daily, (Except Sunday.) am not alone In the world now. I must remember my family I must think a lit Portland Ar 1 5 Ki P M 7:3) A M Lv Lv 1 3:01 P M tle of others as well as of myself.” 10:15 A M 1 Lv McMinnville “What do you mean?” I said, recoiling Corvallis Lv 1 1:00 P M 1115 P M ! Ar He scanned me for a moment, with his At Albany and Corvallis connect will eyes half shut, his bead on one side. Then trains of Or. Central it Eastern Ry. be laughed, a cynical, jarring laugh. "Good boy!” he said. “Excellent boyl Express Train Daily, (Except Sunday.) He knows no more than be is told. Flis Ar 1 t:tA P M Lv Portland hands are clean, and bo has friends upon 7: 5 P M 1 Lv St. Joseph Lv 1 the winning side who will not see him Mt Mi.invllle Lv 1 7:-& P M i Ar lose a chanoe, should a chance turn up. Through Tickets to all point* In Eastern Be satisfied. Keep your hands clean if States, Canada and Europe can be obtained at you like, boy We understand one an lowest rates from G. A. Wilcox Agent, McMinn other. ” Ville. E. P. ROGERS, He laughed again and turned away, Asst. fi. F. 4P. A , Portland, Or. and, much as I dreaded and disliked him, R. KOEHLER. Manager. ; there was something in the indomitable I nature of the man which wrung from me a meed of admiration. Could the best of men have recovered more quickly from CHURCHES despair? Could the best of men, their plans B aptist —Services Sunday II a. m. and failing, have begun to spin fresh webs 7:30 p. tu ; J unday school 9:50 a n».; tin with equal patience? Could the most young people’s society 6:15 p m Prayet | courageous and faithful of those who have meeting Thursday 7:30 p. m. Covenan ’ tried to work the world’s bettering have meeting first Sat each month 2:00 p. in. faced the downfall of their hopes with E. B. P ace , Pastor. stouter hearts, with more genuine resig M ethodist E piscopal —Services every nation? Bad as ho was, he had courage Sabbath 11:00 a. tn. and 7:30 p. m. Sunday and endurance beyond the common. He school 9:30 a tu. Prayer meeting 7:00 p came back to me when be bad gone a few tn. Thursday. J ohn B oetts , Pastor. paces. “Do you know where my sword is?” he CvM s. P kesbyteria n — Services every Sab bath 11:00 a m and 7:30 p. m. Sunday asked in a matter of fact tone, as one school 9:30 a. ni. Y. P. C. E.. Sunday 6:31 might ask a question of an old comrade. p. m. Pray er meeting Tbursd y, 7:30 p. m I found it cast aside behind the door. E E. T hompson , Pastor. He took it from me, grumbling over a C hristian —Preaching a: 11 a. m. and at nick in the edge, which be had caused by 7:30p. m on the first and third Sundays; some desperate blow when he was seized. on the second and fourth Sundays at 7:30 He fastened it on with an oath. I could until further notice At Carlton on sec not look at tbe sword without remember ond and fourth Sundays at 11 a. m., and ing how nearly he had taken my life with Saturday evening before at 7:30. At No. 8 at 3 p. m on se- omi and fourth Sunday s. it. The recollection did not trouble him in the slightest. J ames C ampbell , V. D. M.. Pastor “Now farewell!” be said carelessly. "I S t . J ames E piscopal C hurch —Lay-Ser am going to turn over a new leaf and be vices every Sunday at 11 o’clock a. m. S t . J ames C atholic —First st., between gin returning good for evil. Do you go to G and H. Sunday school 2:30 p. tn. Ves your friends and do your work, and I will go to my friends and do mine. ” pers 7:80. Services once a month. Then, with a nod, he walked briskly T. B riody , Pastor away, and I heard him climb the ladder SECRET ORDERS. and depart. K nowles C hapter N o . 12, O. E. S —Meets a What was he going to do? I was so Masonic hall tne first ami third Monday evening in each month. Visiting members cordially in deeply amazed by the interview that I did not understand. I had thought him a vited. C. H. McKINNEY, Sec. MRS. C. W. TALMAGE, W. M. wicked man, but bad not conoeived the A. O. U. W.—Charity Lodge'No. 7 meets first and hardness of his nature. As I stood alone third Fridays of each month, 7:30 p. m. Lodge looking round tbe vault I could hardly be room in Union block. lieve that I had met and spoken to my fa H. C. BURNS, JI. W. ther and told him I was bis sod —and this J. D. BAKER. Becorder. 10 Yamhill Lodge vo. 10 D of H. meets In Union was all! I could hardly believe that be ball second and fourth Friday evenings of each had gone away with this knowledge, un month moved and unrepentant, alike unwarned C uster P ost N o . 9— Meet* the second and fourth by the Providence which had used me to Saturday of each month in Union hall at 7:30 thwart bls schemes and untouched by tbe m. on second Saturday and at 10:30 a. m. ou lb Saturday. All members of the order are beneficence which bad thrice held him cordially Invjted to attend our meetings. back from the crime of killing me—aye, J. B. S tilwell , commander. proof even against the long suffering B. P. C lubine . Adjt. which had plucked him from the abyss W. C T. U.—Meets on everv Fri and given him one more chauco of repent day at 3 p. ni. in reading roim. Union ance. block C lara G E s un , Pres I found Master Bertie in the stables J enniz G allestinb , Sec’y waiting for me with some impatience, of which, upon the whole, I was glad, for I had no wish to be closely questioned, and the aocount I gave him of the Interview might at another time have seemed dis jointed and incoherent. He listened to it, however, without a remark, and his next words made it clear that he had other YAQUINA BAY ROUTE matters in his mind. “X do not know what to do about fetch Connecting at Yaquina Bay with the San Ing the duchess over,” he said. “This Francisco and Yaquina Bay Steam« news seems to be true, and she ought to ship Company. be here. ” “Certainly,” 1 agreed. STEAMSHIP “FARALLON” “The country in general is well affected A 1, and first-class in every respect. to the Princess Elizabeth,” he continued Sails from Yaquina for^ati Francisco “Yet the interests of the bishops, of the about every eight days. Passenger ac Spanish faction and of some of the couu commodations unsurpassed. Shortest route between the Willamette valley and California. Fare from Albany or pointe west to San Frauciaco: Cabin............................................... 112 00 Steerage . .................................... 8.00 Cabin, round trip, good 60 days 18.00 For sailing dates apply to, SAN ♦ FRANCISCO The Shasta Route LOCAL DIRECTORY. Oregon Central & Eastern R. R. Co. e H. L. WALDEN, Agent, Albany, Or. EDWIN STONE, Manager, Corvallis, Or. CHAS. CLARK. Supt.- Corvallis, Or. "It is the best patent medicine in the world” is what Mr. E. M. Hartman, < i Marquant, Oregon, says of Cham I erlain’s Colic. Cholera and Diarrhoea Remedy. "What leads me to make this assertion is from the fai t dysentery in its worst form was prevalent around here last glimmer and it never took over two or three doses ot that remedy to effect a complete cure.” For sale by 8. Howorth Co., druggists. The duchess and [bore the cold patiently. cil will lie in giving trouble. To avoid this we should show our strength There fore I want the duchess to come over with all speed. Will you fetch her?” he added sbaroly, turning to me. “Will I?” I cried in surprise. “Yes, you. I cannot well go myself at this crisis. Will you go instead?” “Of course I will,” I answered. And the prospect cheered me wonder fully. It gave me something to do and opened my eyes to the great change of which Penruddocke had been the herald, a change which was even then beginning. As we rode down Highgate hill that day messengers were speeding north and south and east and west to Norwich and Bristol and Canterbury and Coventry and York with the tidings that the somber rule un der which England had groaned for five years and more was coming to an end. If in a dozen towns of England they roped their bells afresh; if in every oounty, as Penruddocke had prophesied, they got their tar barrels ready; if all, save a few old fashioned folk and a few gloomy big ots and hysterical women, awoke as from an evil dream; if even sensible men saw in the coming of the young queen a panacea for all their ills—a quenching of Smith field fires, a Calais recovered, a cure for the worthless coinage which hampered ttade, and a rlddanceof worthless foreign ers who plundered it, with better roads, purer justice, a fuller exchequer, more fa vorable seasons—if England read all this in that news of Penruddocke’s, was it not something to us also? It was indeed. We were saved at the last moment from the dangerous enter prise on which we had rashly embarked. We had now such prospects before us only tho success of that scheino could have or dinarily opened. Ease and honor instead of the gallows and to lie warm instead of creaking in the wind! Thinking of this, I fell into a better frame of mind as I jog ged along toward London. For wbat, after al), was my father to me, that his existence should make me unhappy or rob mine of all pleasure? I bad made a place for myself in tbe world. I had earned friends for myself. He might take away my pride in the one, but he could Dever rob me of the love of the others—of those who bad eaten and drunk and fought and suffered beside me and for whom I, too, bad fought and suffered! • • • • • * • "A strange time for tho iwallows to como back,” said my lady, turning to smile at me as I rode on her off side. It would have been strange indeed if there had been swallows in tho air, for it was the end of December. Tbe roads were frost bound and the trees leafless. The east wind, gathering force In its rush across the Essex marshes, whirled before it tho last trophies of Hainault forest and seemed as it whistled by our ears and shaved our faces to grudge us the shelter to which we were hastening. The long train behind us—for the good timci of whch we bad talked so often had come— were full of the huge fire we expected to find at the Inn at Barking, our last stage on the road to London. And if the duch ess and I bore the cold ruoro patiently It was probably because we had more food for thought and perhaps thicker raiment. “Do net shake your bead,” she con tinued, glancing at me with mischief in her eyes, “and flatter yourself you will not go back, but will go on making your self and some one else unhappy. You will do nothing of the kind, Francis. Before tbe spring comes you and I will ride over the drawbridge at Coton End, or I am a Dutchwoman!” “ I cannot see that things are changed, ” I said. “Not changed?” she replied. “When you left, you were nobody. Now you are somebody, if it be only in having a sister with a dozen serving men in her train. Leave it to me. And now, thank heaven, we are here! I am so stiff and cold you must lift mo down. We have not to ride far after dinner, I hope.” "Only seven miles.” I answered as the host, who had been warned by an outrider to expect us, came ruuniug out with a tail at bis heels. “What news from London, Master Land lord?” I said to him as he led us through the kitchen, where there was indeed a great fire, but no chimney, and so to a smaller room possessing both these lux uries. “Is all quiet?” • Certainly, your worship,” he replied, bowing and rubbing Lis hands “There never was such an accession, nor more ale drunk, nor powder burned—and I have seen three—and there was pretty shouting at old King Harry’s, but not like this. Buch a fair young queen, men report, with a look of the stout king about her, and as prudent and discreet as if she had changed heads with Sir William Cecil. God bless her, say I, and send her a wise busband!” CHAPTER XXII. Late, as I have heard, on the afternoon of Nov. 20, 1558, a man riding between Oxford and Worcester with the news of the queen’s death caught sight of the gate way tower at Coton End, which is plainly visible from the road. Though he had al ready drunk that day as much ale as would have sufficed him for a week when the queen was well, yet much wants more. He calculated he bad time to stop and taste the squire’s brewing, which he judged, from the look of the tower, might bo worth his news, and he rode through tbe gato and railed at bis nag for stum bling. Half way scross the chase he met Sir Anthony. The old gentleman was walk ing out, with his staff in his hand and his dogs behind him, to take the air before supper. The man, while he was still a hundred paces off, began to wave bis bat and shout something which ale and ex citement rendered unintelligible. “ What Is the matter?” said Sir Anthony to himself, and he stood still. “The queen is dead!” shouted tho mes senger, swaying in his saddle. The knight stared. " Aye. sure!” he ejaculated after awhile, and be took off his hat. "Is it true, man?” “As true as that I left London yester day afternoon and have never drawn rein since.’“ swore the knave, who had been three days on the road and had drunk at every hostel and at half the manor houses between London and Oxford. "God rest her soul!” said Sir Anthony piously, still in somewhat ot a maze. “And do you come in! Come In, man, and take something.” But the messenger had got his formula by heart and was not to be defrauded of any part of it. “God save the queen!” he shouted, and out of respect for the knight be slipped from his saddle and promptly fell on bis back in the road. “Aye, to bo sure, God save the queen!” echoed Sir Anthony, taking off bis hot again. You are right, man!” Then he hurried on, not noticing tbe messenger’s He found a very singular ornament sus pend ud inside her lattice. mishap. The tidings ho had beard seemed of such importance, and he was so anxious to tell them to bis household—for the greatest men have weaknesses, and news such as this comes seldom in a lifetime— that ho strode on to the house and over the drawbridge into the courtyard without looking behind him. He loved order and decent observance, but there are times when a cat, to get to the cream pan. will wet Its feet. He stood now in the middle of the courtyard, and raising his voice shouted for his daughter. “Ho, Petronilla do you hear, girl! Fa ther! Father Carey! Martin Luther! Baldwin!” and so on until half the house hold were collected. “Do you hear, all of you? The queen 16 dead! God rest her soul!” “Amen!” said Father Carey, as became him, putting in bis word amid the won dering silence which followed, while Mar tin Luther and Baldwin, who were wash ing themselves at tho pump, 6tood with their beads dripping and their mouths agape. “Amen!” echoed the knight. "And long live the queen! Long live Queen Elizabeth!” heoontinued, having now got his formula by heart. And be swung his hat. There was a cheer, a fairly loud cheer, but there was one who did not join I d it, and that was Petronilla. She, listening at her lattlco up stairs, began at once to think, as was her habit when any matter great or small fell out, whether this would affect tbe fortunes of a certain person far away. It might, It might not. She did not know. But tbe doubt so far enter tained her that she camo down to supper with a heightened color, not thinking in the least, poor girl, that tbe event might have dire consequences for others almost as dear to her and nearer home. Every year since his sudden departure a letter from Francis Cludde bad come to Cotun—a meager letter, which had passed through many handB and reacted Sir An thony now through one channel, now through another. Tbe knight grumbled and swore over these letters, which never contained an address to which an answer could be forwarded, nor said much, save that tbe writer was well and sent his love and duty and looked to return, all being well. But, meager as they were and loud as he swore over them, he put them reli “And a loving one,” quoth my lady giously away in an oak chest In bis parlor, prettily. "Amen!” ' and another always put away for her share “I am glad all has gone off well,” I something else, which was Invariably in continued, speaking to the duchess as I closed—a tiny swallow's feather. The turned to the blazing hearth. ‘‘If there knight never said anything about the had been blows, I would fain have been feather, neither asked the meaning of its here to strike one.” presence nor commented upon its absence “Nay, sir, not a finger has wagged when Petronilla gave him back the letter. against her, ” the landlord answered, kick But for days after each of these arrivals ing the logs together, “to speak of, that he would look much at his daughter, is. your worship. I did bear today of a would follow her about with his eyes, bo little trouble down in Warwickshire, but more regular in bidding her attend him it is no more than a storm I d a wasbtub, in his walk and more particular in seeing I am told. ” that she had the tidbits of the joint. “I d Warwickshire?” I said, arrested in For Petronilla, it cannot be said, though the act of taking off my cloak by the fa I think in after times she would have miliar name. “In what part, my man?’ liked to make some one believe it, that "I am not clear about t!,at, sir, not Iho wasted away. But she did take a more knowing tbe country,” he replied, “but I serious and thoughtful air in these days, heard that a gentleman there had fallen which she never, God bless her, lost after foul of her grace’s orders about church ward There came from Wootton Wawen matter« and beaten the officers 6ent to see and from Henley in Arden and from them carried out. and that, when the Cookhill gentlemen of excellent estate to sheriff remonstrated with him, he beat woo her, but they all went away discon him too. But I warrant, they will boou solate after drinking very deeply of Sir bring him to his souses.” Anthony’s ale and strong waters. And “Did you hear his name?” I asked. some wondered that the good knight did There was a natural misgiving in my not roundly take the jade to task and tee mind. Warwickshire was large, and yet her settled. something in tho tale smacked of Sir An But he did not. So possibly even in thony these days bo had other views. I have “I did hear It,” the host answered, been told that, going up once to her little scratching his head, “but I cannot call it chamber to seek her, be found a very sin to mind. I think I should know it if I gular ornament suspended Inside her lat beard it.” tice. It was no other than a common clay house martin’s nest, but it was so deftly “Was it Sir Anthony Cludde?” “It was that very same name!” he ex hung in a netted bag and so daintily claimed, clapping bls hands in wonder swathed in moss always green and the Christmas roses and snowdropsand violets “To be sure! Your worship has it pat!” I slipped back into my cloak again and and daffodils which decked it in turn were snatched up my hat and whip, but the always so pure and fresh and bright—as duchess was us quick. She stepped be the knight learned by more than one »tealthy visit afterward—that, coming tween me and the door. I “Sit down, Francis!” she said imperi down the steep steps, he could not see ously. “ Wliat would you be at?’’ clearly and stumbled against a cookboy “What would I be at?” I cried, with and beat him soundly for getting in his emotion. “I would bo with my uncle. I way. shall take horse at once and ride Warwick To return, however. The news of the sbire way with all speed It is possible queen's death bad scarcely been well di that I may be in time to avert tho conse gested at Coton, nor the mass fur her soul, : quences At least I can see that my cousin which Father Carey celebrated with much comes to no harm.” devotion, been properly criticised, before "Good lad,” she said placidly, "you another surprise fell upon the household. lhall start tomorrow.” Two strangers anived, riding, late one "Tomorrow?” I cried impatiently “But evening, and rang the great bell while all time is everything, madam.” were ut supper. Baldwin and the porter “ You shall start tomorrow, ” she repeat went to see wbat it was and brought back ed "Time Is not everything, firebrand! a message which drew tbe knight from If you start today, what can you do? bis chair as a terrier draws a rat. Nothing! No more than If the thing bad "You are drunk!” he shouted, purple in happened three years ago, before you met the face and fumbling for the stick which me But tomorrow, when you have seen usually leaned against bis seat ready for the secretary of state, as I promise you you emergencies. “How dose you bring cock shall, this evening if he be in London—to and bull stories to me?” morrow you shall go in a different charac “It is true enough!” muttered Baldwin ter and with credentials.” sullenly, a stout, dour man, not much “ You will do this for me?” I exclaimed, afraid of bis master, but loving him ex leaping up and taking her hand, for I saw ceedingly. “I knew him agin myself.” Sir Anthony strode firmly out of the in a moment the wisdom of the course she room, and in the courtyard near the great proposed. “You will get me”— “I will get you something to the pur gate found a man and a woman standing pose, ” my lady answered roundly. " Some in the dusk. He walked up to the former thing that shall save your uncle If there and looked him in the face. "What do be any power in England can save him. you here?” he said in a strange, hard You shall have it, Frank,” she added, her voice. color rising and her eyes filling as 1 kissed “I want shelter for a night for myself her hand, “though I have to take Master and my wife, a meal and some words with Secretary by the beard!” 1 you—no more,” was the answer. "Give me this,” tho stranger continued, “which every idle passerby may claim at Coton End, and you shall see no more ot mo, Anthony.” For a moment the knight seemed to hesitate. Then bo answered, pointing sternly with his hand: “There is the hall, and supper. Go and eat and drink, or 6tay!” he resumed. And he turned and gave some orders to Baldwin, who went swiftly to the hall, and in a moment came again. “Now, go! What you want tho' servants will preparo for you.” "I want speech of you,” said the new comer. Sir Anthony seemed about to refuse, but thought better of it. “ You can come to my room when you havo supped,” he said in the same ungracious tone, speaking with his eyes averted. “And you—do you not tako supper?” “I havo finished,” 6aid tho knight, al beit he had eaten little. And he turned on his heel. Very few of those who sat round the table and watched with astonishment the tall stranger s entrance knew him again. It was 18 years since Ferdinand Cludde had last sat there—sitting there of right And tbe 18 years bad worked muoh change in him. When he found that Petronilla, obeying her father’s message, had disap peared, he said haughtily that his wife would sup in her own room, and with a flashing eye and curling lip bade Baldwin see to it. Then, seating himself in a place next Sir Anthony’s, he looked down the board at which all sat silent. His sarcas tic eye, his high bearing, Lis manner—the manner of one who had gone long with his life in his hand—awed these simple folk. Then, too, he was a Cludde. Father Carey was absent that evening. Martin Luther had one of those turns, half sick, half sullen, which alternated with his moods of merriment and kept his straw pallet in some corner or other. There was no one to come between the servants and this dark visaged stranger, who was yet no stranger. He had his way and his talk with Sir Anthony, the latter lasting far into tbe night and producing odd results. In the first place, the unbidden guest and his wife staid on over nest day and over many days to come and seemed gradually to grow more and more at home. Tho knight begau to take loDg walks and rides with bis brother, and from each walk and ride came back with a more gloomy face and a curter manner. Petronilla, his com panion of old, found herself 6et aside for her uncle and cast, for society, on Ferdi nand's wife, the strange young woman with the brilliant eyes, whoso odd changes from grave to gay rivaled Martin Luther’s, and who now scared the girl by wild laughter and wilder gibes and now moved her to pity by fits of weeping or dark moods of gloom. That Uncle Ferdinand's wife stood in dread of her husband Pe- tionllla soon learned and even began to share this dread, to shrink from his pres ence and to shut herself up more and more closely in her own chamber. There was another, too, who grew to be troubled about this time, and that was Father Carey. The good natured, easy priest received with joy and thankfulness tbe news that Fenlinund Cludde had seen his errors and re-entered the fold, but when he had had two or three interviews with the convert his brow, too, grew clouded and bis mind troubled. Ho learned to see that tho accession of the young Protestant q ieen must bear fruit for which be had a poor appetite. Ho bo- gan to spend many hours in the church, tbe church which bo had known all his life, and wrestled much with himself, if his face were any index to his soul. Good, kindly man, ho was not of tho stuff of which murt.vrsare made, and to bo forced, pushed od and goaded into becoming a martyr against one’s will—well, the fa ther’s position was a hard one, as was that in those days of many a good and learned clergyman bred in one church and bidden suddenly, ou pain of losing his livelihood, if not his life, to migrate to another. Tho visitors had been in the house a month—and In that month an observant eye might have noted much change, though all things in seeming went oil as before—when the queen’s orders enjoining all priests to read the service, or a great part of it, in English, came down, being forwarded by the sheriff to Father Carey. Tbe missive arrived on a Friday and had been indeed long expected. “What shall you do?” Ferdinand asked Sir Anthony. "As before!” the tall old man replied, gripping his staff more firmly. It was na new subject between them. A hundred times they had discussed it already, even as they were now discussing it, un tlie ter race by tho llshpool, with the church which adjoins the house full in view across the garden. “I will have no mushroom faith at Cotou End,” the knight contin ued warmly. ‘ It sprang up under King Henry, aud how lung did it last? A year or two. It came in again under King Ed ward, aud how long did it last? A year or two. So it will be again. It will not last, Ferdinand.” "I am of that mind,” the younger man answered, nodding his head gravely. “Of course you are!” Sir Anthony re joined as he rested one hand on the sun dial. “For ten generations our forefathers have worshiped in that church after the old fashion, and shall it be changed In my day? Heaven forbid! The old fashion did for my fathers. It shall do for me. Why, I would as soon expect that the river yon der should flow backward as that the : church which has stood for centuries, and more years to the back of them than I can count, should be swept away by those hot gospelers! I will have none of them! 1 will have no new tangled ways at Coton End!” “Well, I think you are right!” tho younger brother said. By what means he bad brought the knight to this mind with out committing himself luore fully I can not toll. Yetsoitwas. Ferdinand showed himself always the cautious doubter. Fa ther Carey even must havo dono him that justice. But—and this was strange—the more doubtful he showed himself the more stubborn grew his brother. There are men so shrewd as to pass off stones for bread, and men so simple minded as to tako some thing less than the word for tbe deed. “Why should it come in our time?” cried Sir Anthony fractiously. "Why indeed?” quoth the subtle one. "1 say, why should it come now? I havo beard and read of the sect called Lol lards who gave trouble awhile ago. But they phssed, and the church stood. So will these gospelers pass, and the church will stand.” “That isour experience certainly,” said Ferdinand. “I hate chango!” the old man con tinued, his eyes on the old church, the old timbered house—for only tho gateway tower at Coton is of stone—the old yew trees in the churchyard. “1 do not believe in it, and, what is more, I will not have it. As my fathers have worshiped so will I, though it cost me every rood of land! A fig for the order in council!” “If you really will not change with tho younger generations”— “I will not!” replied the old knight sharply. “There is an end of It!” Today the reformed church in England has seen many an anniversary and grown stronger with each year, and we can afford to laugh at Sir Anthony’s arguments. Wc know better than he did, for the proof of the pudding is in the eating. But in him and bis fellows, who had only tho knowl edge of their own day, such arguments were natural enough. All time, all ex perience, all history and oustom and habit as known to them were on their side. Only it was once again to be the battle of David and tbe giant of Gatb. Sir An thony had said, "There is an end of it!” But his companion, as lie presently strolled up to the house with u smile un his satur nine face, well knew that this was only tbe beginning of it. This was Friday. On the Sunday, a rumor of tho order having gono abroad, a larger congregation than usual streamed across tho chase to church, prepared to hear tome new thing. They were disappointed. Sir Anthony stalked iD, as of old, through tho double ranks of people waiting at tbe door to re ceive him, and after him Ferdinaud and bis wife and Petronilla and Baldwin and every servant from the house save a cook or two and tbe porter. The church was full. Seldom had such a congregation been seen in it. But all passed as of old. Father Carey ’(hand shook indeed, and his voice quavered, but- he went through the erectly, and amid suoh a silence as Father ceremony of the mass, and all was done 1 Carey never remembered to have faced be in Latin. A little chango would havo been began the Roman service. The December light fel! faintly through pleasant, some thought. But no one in this country place on the borders of the the east window on the father at his min forest held very strong views. No bishop istrations, on bis 6mall acolytes, on tbe had cumo heretic hunting to Coton End. four Cludde brasses before tho altar. It No abbey existed to excite dislike by its fell everywhere—on gray dusty walls but extravagance, or by its license, or by the tressed by gray tombs which left but a swarm of ragged idlers it supported. Fa narrow space in tbe middle of tbcchunool. ther Carey was the most harmless and Tho marble crusader to the left matched kindest of men. The villagers did not care the canopied bed of Sir Anthony's parents oiio way or tho other. To them Sir An on the right, the abbess' tomb in tbe next thony was king, and if auy one felt tempt row faced the plainer monument of Sir ed tu interfere the old knight's face, as he Anthony's wife, a vacant place by her gazed steadfastly at the brass effigy of a side awaiting his own effigy, and tbero Cludde who hod fallen in Spain fighting were others. The chancel was so small— against tho Moors, warned the meddler to nay, the church, too—so small and old and gray aDd solid and the tombs were so bo silent. Aud sood that Sunday all went well. massive that they elbowed one another. But some odd must havo told tales, for Tbe very dust which rose as men stirred early in tho week there came a strong let was tho dust of Cluddes. Sir Anthony’s ter of romonetranco from the sheriff, who brow relaxed. He listened gravely and was an old friend of Sir ADthony, and of sadly. And then tbe interruption came. “I his own froo will, I fancy, would have w inked. But ho was committed to the protest!” a rough voice in rear of the Protestants and bound to stand or fall crowd cried suddenly, ringing harshly and with them. The choleric knight sent back strangely above the father's accents and an answer by tho same messenger. The tho solemn hush. “I protest against this sheriff replied, the knight rejoined—hav service!” A thrill of astonishment ran through ing his brother always at bis elbow. Tbe upshot of the correspondence was an an tho crowd, and all rose. Every man in the nouncement ou tho part of tho sheriff that church turned round, Sir Anthony among ho should send his officers to the next son- tho first, and looked in tbe direction of ice to see that the queeu’s order was the voice. Then it was seen that the obeyed and a reply on the part of Sir An Clopton men bad massed themselves about thony that be should as certainly put tho tbe door in tbe southwest corner, a strong men in tho duck pond. Sumo inkling of position, whence retreat was easy. Fa this stale of things got abroad and spread ther Carey, after a momentary glance, as a September fire Hies through a wood, went on as if he bad not heard, but his so that there was like to be suoh a congre voice shook, and all still waited with their gation as the next servico to witness tho faces turned toward tbe west end. ”1 protest in the name of the queen!” trial of strength as would throw the last Sunday’s gathering altogether into the the same man cried sharply, while his fel lows raised a mumur so that tho priest’s shade. It was clear at last that Sir Anthony voice was drowned. Sir Anthony stepped into tbe aisle, his himself did not think that there was the end of it, for on thut Saturday afternoon face inflamed with anger. The interrup he took a remarkable walk. He called I tion taking place there, in that place, Petronilla after dinner and bode her got seemed to him a double profanation. “Who is that brawler?” be said, his her hood and come with him, and tho girl, who had seen so little of her father in the hand trembling on his staff, aud all the last month, and who, what with rumors old dames trembled too. “Lot him stand and fears aud surmises, was eating her out.” Tho sheriff’s spokesman was so con heart out, obeyed him with joy. It was a fine frosty day near tho closo of December. cealed by his fellows that be could not be Sir Anthony led the way over tho plank seen, but be answered civilly enough. “I am no brawler," he said. “I only bridge which crossed the moat in tho rear of the bousoand tramped steadily through require the law to be observed, and that too home farm toward a hill called tho you know, sir. I am bore on behalf of the Woodman’s V’low, which marked tho bor sheriff, and I warn all present that a con der of tbe forest. Ho did not talk, but tinuation of this service will expose them neither was he sunk iu reverie. As he en to grievous pains and penalties. If you tered each field lie stood and scanned it, at desire it, I will read tbe royal order to times merely nodding, at times smiling: prove that I do not speak without war or again muttering a few words, such us, rant.” ’’Begone, knave, you and your fellows!” "The throe aero piece! My father inclosed it!” or, "That is where Ferdinand killed Sir Anthony cried. A loyal man in all tho old mare!” or, “The best land fur else, and tbe last to deny the queen'aright wheat on this side of tho house!” Tho or title, he had no reasonable answer to bill climbed, he stood a long lime gazing give and could only bluster. “Begone, do over tlio landscape, eying first tho fields you bear?” ho repeated, and he rapped bls and meadows which stretched away from staff on tbe pavomont, aud then, raising his feet toward the house, tho latter, as it,- pointed to the door. seen from this point, losing all its stateli All Coton thought the meu must go, ness in tho mass oj stacks and ricks aud but the men, perhaps because they ^re barns and granaries which surrounded it. Clopton, did not go. And Sir Antlffly Then his eyes traveled farther in tho same had not 60 completely lost his head ns to Imo to the broad expanse of woodland— proceed to extremities, except in the last Coton Chase—through which the road resort. Affecting to consider tho incident passed along a ridge as straight as an ar . at an end, he stepped back into bis pew row. To the right were more fields, and | without waiting to see whether tbe man hero and there amid thorn a homestead obeyed him or no and resumed hie devo with its smaller ring of stacks and barns. tions. Father Carey, at a nod from him, When he turned to the left, his eyes, pass went on with the interrupted service. ing over the shoulders of Brant hill and But again the priest had barely road a Mill Head copse and Beacon hill, all bul- dozen lines before tbesame man made the works of the forest, followed the streak of ' congregation start by crying loudly, river as it wound away toward Stratford “Stop!" through luscious flood meadows, hero grow "Go on!” shouted Sir Anthony In a ing wide and there narrow as the wood voice of thunder. land advanced or retreated. "At yourperil!” retorted tbeIntervener. “It is all mine,” he said as much to ■ ‘Go onl” from Sir Anthony again. himself as to the girl. “It is all Cludde Father Carey stood bilent, trembling land as far us you can see.” and looking from one to the other. Many There were tears in her eyes, and she a priest of his faith would have risen on had to turn away to conceal them. Why the storm, and in the spirit of Hildebrand she hardly knew, for be said nothing more, ] hurled bis church’s curse at the intruder. and Le walked down the hill dry eyed, but But the father was not of these, and ho all the way home bo still looked sharply I hesitated, fumbling with bis surplice with about, noting this or that, as if he -were bis feeble white bands. He feared as much bidding farewell lu the old familiar ob ' for his patron as for himself, and it was jects, tho spiuneys and copses—aye, aud on the knight that bis eyes finally rested. tho very gates and gaps and the bellow But Sir Anthony’s brow was black. He trees where tbeowis built. It was the sad got no comfort there. So tho father took dost and most pathetic V alk the girl had courage and a long breadth, opened his ever taken. Yet there was nothing said. J meuth and read ou amid the hush of sup pressed excitement and of such auger aud CHAPTER XXIII. The north wall of the church at Coton stealthy defiance as surely English church End is only four pacos from the house, the had never 6een before. As he read, how church standing within tho moat. Isolat ever, he gathered courage aud bis voice ed as the sacred building, therefore, is strength. The solemn words, so ancient, from tho outer world by tho wide spread 60 familiar, fell on the stillness of the ing chase and close massed with the church and awed even the sheriff's men. homestead, Sir Anthony had some excuse To the surprise of nearly every one, there for considering it as much a part of his was no further interruption. Tbe service demesne as the mill or the 6mithy. In ended quietly. So, after all, Sir Anthony bad his way words be would havo been willing to ad mit a distinction, but in thought I fancy and stalked out, stiff and unbending. ho lumped it with the rest of his posses Nor was there any falling off, but rather slons. an Increase, in tbe respect with which bls It was with a lowering eye that on this pcoplo rose, according to custom, as he Bunday morning ho watched from Ills passed. Yet under that Increase of respect room over the gateway the unusual stream lay a something which cot tho old man to of people making for the church. Per the heart. Ho 6aw that bis dependents chance lie bud iu his mind other Sundays pitied him while they honored him; that —Sundays when ho bad walked out at they thought him a fool for running his this hour, light of heart and kind of eye, bead against a stone wall—as MartlD Lu with ills staff in his fist, and his glove tber put It—even wblio they felt that there dangling, aud his dog at his heels, and, was something grand in it too. During the rest of the day be went free from care, had taken pleasure In each bonnet doffed and each old wife’s “God about his usual employments, but proba bless ye, Sir Anthony!” Well, those days bly with little zest. He had done what be were gone. Now the rain dripped from bad done without any very clear idea bow tho eaves—for a thaw had come in the he was going to proceed. Between his loy night—and the boils that could on occa alty in all else and his treason in this it sion ring eo cheerily sounded sad aud would not have boon ea*y for a Solomon forlorn. His daughter, when she came, to choose a consistent path. And Sir An according to custom, bringing his great thony was no Solomon. He chose at lust service buok, could scarcely look him in to carry himself as if there were no dan tho fuco. I know not whether even thon ger, as if the thiDg which happened were his resolution to dare all might not at unimportant. He ordered no change and sound of a word from her or at sight of took no precautions. He shut bls ears to her face havo melted like yesterday’s ico, the whispering which went on among the but before the word could bo spoken or servants and his eyes to tbe watch which tho eyes meet another step rang on tho by same secret order of Baldwin was kept stono staircase, and Brother Ferdinand upon tbe Ridgeway. It was something ot a shock to him, entered. . “They aro hers!” bo said in a low voice. therefore, when his daughter came to him 'Six of them, Anthony, and sturdy fel after breakfast next morning, looking pale lows, as all Clopton'e men aro. If you do and heavy eyed, and breaking through tbs not think your people will stand by you' ’— respect which had hitherto kept her silent The knight fired at this suggestion. begged him to go away. “ To go away?” he cried. He rose from “What,” ho burst out, turning from tho window, "if Cludde meu cannot meet his oak chair and glared at her. Then his CloptoD men, tho times aro indeed gone feelings found tbelr easiest vent in anger. madl Make way and let mecomc! Though “What do you mean, girl?” he blustered. the mass be never said again in CotoD “Go away? Go where?” But sho did not quail. Indeed she had church, it shall bo said today!” And he her suggestion ready. swore a great oath. “To the Mere farm in the forest, sir,” He strode down tho 6tairs and under the gateway, where were arranged, according she answered earnestly. “They will not to the custom of tho house ou wet days, all look for you there, and Martin says”— “Martin? The fool!” the servants, with Baldwin and Marlin His face grew redder and redder. This Luther at their head. The knight stalked through them with a gloomy brow. His was too muoh. He loved order and disci brother followed him, a faint smile flick pline, and to bo advised in such matters by ering about tho corners of his mouth. a woman and a fool! It was lntolerale! Then came Ferdinand’s wife and Petro “Go to, girl!” he cried, fuming. “I ullla, the latter with her hood drawn close wondered where you had got your tale so about her face; Anne, with her chin iu the pat. So you and the fool have been put air aud her eyes aglow. “It is not a bit ting your heads together? Go! Go and of a bustle will scare her!” Baldwin mut spin and leave these matters to rnenl Do tered os he foil fn behind her and eyed her you think that my brother, after travel ing tbe world over, has not got a bead on back with no great favor. No, so long as it dees not touch her,” blB shoulders? Do you think, if there were Martin replied iu u cynical whisper. “She danger, he and I would not have foreseen is well mated—well mated and ill fated! it?” Ho waved his hand and turned away ex Ha, La!” “Silence, fool!” growled his companion pecting her to go, but Petronilla did not go. She bad something else to say, and angrily. “Is this a time for antics?” “Aye, it is!” Martiu retorted swiftly, though the task was painful she was re though with tbe samecaution, “for, when solved to say it. “Father, one word,” she murmured. wise men turn fools, fools aro put to it to act up to their profession! You sec, broth “About my uncle.” "Well, well? What about him?” er?” And he deliberately cut a caper. Hie "I distrust him, sir,” she ventured in a eyes were glistening, and tho nerves on one side of bis face twitched oddly. Bald low tone, her color rising. “The servants win looked at him and muttered that Mar do not like him. They fear him and sus tin was going to have one of hie mad lite. pect him of I know not wbat.” “The servants!” Sir Anthony answered What had grown on tbe fool of late? Tbe knight reached the church porch in an awful tone. Indeed it was not tbe wisest thing she and passed through the crowd which awaited him there. Save for its lingual could have said, but the consequences were size and some strange faces to be seen on averted by a sudden alarm and sboutiDg its skirts, there was no indication of trou outside. Half a dozen voloes, shrill or ble. He walked, tapping his stick on tbe threatening, seemed to rise at onoe. Tbe pavement a little more loudly than usual, knight strode to the window, but the to his place iu the front pew. The house noise appeared to come, not from the hold, the villagers, tho strangers, pressed Chase upon which it looked, but from the in behind him until every seat was filled. courtyard or the rear of the house. Sir Even tbe table monument of Sir Piers Anthony caught up his stick, and followed Cludde, which stood lengthwise in tho by tbe girl ran down the steps. 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