Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1870-03-30

court Of justice J.
The game keeper lifted small horn in
strument to his lips, and sounded shrill
whlstle-but the report of the rifle had
proved a more efficient summons. In five
minutes the secluded covert was scene OF
life and motion; and the career of Owen
Owenson, as tar as life in the free, fresh
world OF woods and fields was concerned,
was over So
CHAPTER III.
cit is true. Sir RoyI Oh, Sir Roy, tell
me if they've deceived me, or if it is real,
solemn truth ! It seems like I can't believe
| 1t, because"
SIS what true2 Woman, who are you
and why am disturbed in my own study p
! Sir Roy Falrfaxs voice raised in anger,
and Sir Roy Fairfax's incensed brow would
have been appalling to most people, but
Mary Owenson did not finch, standing
there with her little babe pressed cIose to
her breast. She was pretty, slender young
woman, rather wan and pale, but possess
| ing q certain grace, like the uncultured
birch tree of the woods, and her dress. of
some coarse wooden material, half hidden
bv red shawl drawn over her head was
singularly picturesque.
Il knew it couldn't be so, Sir Roy"
courtesylng TREMENDOUSLY as she spoke,
whats a hare, or partridge to you, sir,
as has woods and covers tull of EN-, COM
pared to nay mans life-for he'll die, sir,
him as was always livin' in the fresh air if
you SHUT him up in q jail. It wasn't that
ne meant to do any harm, sir, but them
Radical ale-house meetin's, sir, why they d
lead anybody astray He'll be safe not to
do itagain, sir-I,ll pawn my word for that. "
HE loM be safe, if there be safety in
bolts and bars, said Sir Roy. "rhe SEN
tence of the law has been passed upon him
he must abide the consequences of his
owp act
'tBut you'll interfere, Sir Roy !" cried
Mary OWenson, with a white, startled face
"Oh, Sir Roy. for the sake of your own
bright lady, and the bonnie babe that s
coming 20 glad the old Hall, don't let them
take the bread out OF my mouth and this
little ones We haVen'5 done no ill to the
law And the old grandmother that nursed
my laGgs own mother when she was q
child You wouldn't send old Elspeth's kin
| to Jail and all for thel abbit or SO, or may
be bird, as would never be missed r.
MARY" said Sir Roy, quietly, s'what is
the use Of making scene like this, and
giving me unnecessary annoyance? Your
is no child to be let off from the consequent
ces. CT course shall not interfere"
Mary OSenson rushed forward with a
low. gaspy cry, and fell literally at Sir
Roy's feeJ, threw her arms around his
knees, while the little babe, cast recklessly
from her arms, erept over the carpet, catch
ing at its gay roses and cooling as 1T went /!
You can't mean 1t, wailet poor Mary.
sit isn't him you re punishin' alone-it's
me and the little one! You wouldn't zee
Us starve. Sir Roy! I'll not let go your
feet, Sir Roy, till you promise I'll not rise
till have IL from your own lips r
Her voice gradually raised. it had reached
an agonized shrek. Sir Roy pulled the
bell-rope with an angry jerk.
| "Buiworth," he said to the man who
answered the peal, ''let the servants come
and carry this screaming idiot awayr
But Mary Owenson was not screaming
now Apparently the force OF her entreat-
les had exhausted her, and she lay quiet
quiet and motionless on the floor, as the
servants gently lifted her and carried her
away. Balworth himself came back after
the little child, who sat coo1ng on the car
| pet as if the whole scene had been farce
gotten up for its especial benefit
| Poor little mite, said Balworth, as he
| keepers room. s:it do seem hard But,
Sir Roy, he's like block of iron-you can t
move him, when once he's set his foot
| down. There, there, Mary Owenson, drin-
a drop o wineas Mrs. Locksiey's holdin' to
| your lips-it'u do you good !
But Mary pushed the glass away with a
| hand that the housekeeper could feel Was
as cold as stone.
| Not In this house." she said, in a
strangely altered voice, sit would choke
me. Give me the child, and let me go p
You'd better rest while, first, pleaded
Mr.. Locksley, kindly, it's kind O. d faint
you've been in.
No, SAID Mary Owenson, shudderinp, I
can walk well enough-only let me get out
OF the shadow of this house T.
/ And no entreaties on the part of the kind
| hearted servants could dissuade her from
her pnrpose She passed slowly down
through the strawberries, carrying her in
FAINT IN her arms, with her chin dropping on
| Der breast, and not yestige of color in her
lace.
Sir Roy Fairfax watched her from hi,
library window, with curious smile upon
his perfectly sculptured lips.
Zone or two such lessons as this will
have better effect upon these troublesome
poachers, he thought, ethan all the empty
threats in the world 1t was time. They
needed 1t.
| He rose and entered his wife's apartment.
Lady Fairfax was sitting with book in her
hand. She glanced up as he closed the
door behind him.
81 thought [ heard some one scream,
Roy?" she said anxiously. "What was the
matter?"
'It-was only Owenson's wife; naturally
she is a little annoyed at the idea of her
lord and master being immured in the Var
rick jail for SIX months" answered Sir
Roy, lightly.
But you are not in earnest, Roy, Tex
claimed Lady Fairfax, with her brown eyes
wide open.
Sir Roy's brow slightly contracted. "Why
should [ not be in earnest? The man has
incurred the penalty of the law; there is
no reason that he shouldbe allowed to es-
cape it."
but it is Owen Owenson p
very well; | don't see what difference
that makes
Roy, pleaded Lady Fairfax, ':you will
interest yourself in the mans behalt-you
will never allow him to be imprisoned for
so long time"
Marian, said her husband, you are little
enthusiast, but you mustn't let old Elspeth's
smooth tongue convince you that black is
white and white is black. Nobody can infringe
the law of the land without suffering for it.
''But his wife, Roy, and the poor little
child!"
"rheyIl do well enough" said Sir Roy, IN
differently. General laws must bear hard on
particular cases, of counsel Why, Marian,
my darling, YOU are crying -
Lady Fairfax rose, with her fair cheek
flushed, and her soft eyes gGstening and
luminous with tears.
Roy" she cried, clay aside for an instant
the merciless executtoner, the rigorous mag
lstrate, and be man, feeling for his fellow
menl For my sake, Roy, let this poor fellow
go unharmed.'
My little wife is unreasonable now," said
Sir Roy, In voice whose velvet smoothness
concealed his iron purpose, as cleaning
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