The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1884-12-26
LOVE OR MONEY;
OR,
A PERILOUS SECRET.
ny CHARLES READE,
Author OF "Put Yourself in lis Place."
etc, etc, etc.
ny rnAn1rs nnAnr

mary, my dear" 81 no, Il am sure
you'll be on thorns till this young mar
comes home; perhaps now would be o
good time to pay your visit to Mrs. Eas
"Oh, papa, how good of you! but it's
twenty miles, | believe, to where she is
STAYING at the lakes"
mo, no." said Mr.. BARLEY; she's
staying with her sister Gilbert; quite
within drive"
Are you sure, papa"
F. Quite sure, my dear; she wrote to me
yesterday about her little pension; thu
quarter is just due"
"Whatl do you allow her a pensionr
certainly, my dear, or rather l pay
her little stipend as before: how sur.
prised you look. Maryl Why, I'm moi
like that old Colonel, intolerant of 9th.
er peoples views, when they advance
them civilly. That woman helped me
tn save your life in very great danger
and for many years she has been as
careful as mother, and we are not, sc
to say, at daggers drawn about Walter
Clifford. Why, only demanded lit
tie prudence and patience both from
you and from her. Now tell me. Is
there proper accommodation for you ir
Mrs. Gilbert's housed"
ooh yes, papa; it is farmhouse now
but 1T was grand place. There's 6
beautiful spare room with an oriel-win'
dow"
"Well, then, you secure that, ant
write to-day to have blazing fire, anG
the bed properly aired as well as the
sheets, and you shall go tomorrow. ir
the four-wheel; and you can take he,
her little stipend in a letter"
This cndIon Eindpoco onI urcuio;o,,
for her health and happiness filled
Mary's heart to overlooking, and hen
gratitude gushed forth upon Mr.. Bart.
ley's neck. The old fox blandly absorb
ed it, and took the opportunity to say
"Of course it is understood that matters
are to go no further between you anG
Walter Clifford. Oh, L don't mean that
you are to make him unhappy, OF
drive him to despair; only insist upor
his being patient like yourself. Every
thing comes sOonero or later to those that
can wait"
"Oh, papa" cried Mary, you've said
more to comfort me than Mrs. Easton
or anybody can; but feel the change
will do me good. l am oh, SO gratefulp
So Mary wrote her letter, and went tc
Mrs. Easton next day. After the usual
embraces, she gave Mrs. Easton the let.
ter, and was duly installed in the state
bedroom. She wrote to Julia Clifford
to say where she was, and that was he4
way of letting Walter Clifford know.
Walter himself arrived at Clifford
Hall next day, worn, anxious, and re.
morseful, and was shown at once to his
fathers bedside. The Colonel gave him
wasted hand, and said:
"Dear boy, thought you'd come.
We've had our last quarrel, Walter"
nj httr inf 10 foil
er's hand, and nothing was said between
them about their temporary estrange-
ment.
The first thing Walter did was to get
two professional nurses from Derby.
and secure his father constant attention
night and day, and, above all, nourish.
ment at all hours of the night when the
patient would take it. On the after.
noon after his arrival the Colonel fell
into sound sleep. Then Walter order.
ed his horse, and in less than an hour
was at Mrs. Gilbert's place.
CHAPTER XII.
THE KNOT CUT-ANOTHER TIED.
The farmhouse the Gilberts occupied
had been a family mansion of great an
tiquity with a moat around it. 1t was
held during the civil war by a StOu'
after fashion with his own servants
This had q different effect to what he
intended. 1t drew the attention of one
of Cromwell's generals, and he dispatch.
ed party with cannon and petardS tC
reduce the place, whilst he marched Oh
to join Cromwell in enterprises of more
importance. The detachment of Round
heads summoned the place. The royal
list, to show his respect for their authori.
ty, made his kitchen wench squeak de.
fiance from an upper window, from
which she bolted with great rapidity az
soon as she had thus represented the
valor of the establishment, and wher
next seen it was in the cellar, wedge
in between two barrels of beer. The
men went ut it hammer and tongs, anC
in twenty-four hours good many can.
non-bals traversed the building, a great
many stuck in the walls like plums in o
Christmas pudding, the doors were
blown in with petards, and the principa
defenders, with few wounded Round.
heads, were carried off to Cromwell
himself; whilst the house itself wa.
fired, and blazed away merrily.
Cromwell threatened the royalistgen
tleman with death for defending an un
tenable place.
Il didn't know it was untenable,' sale
Vic Stlllltlliu. IlOW COulu Il iii lioC
triedw
"You had the fate of fortified places
to instruct you," said Cromwell, and he
promised faithfully to hang him on his
own ruins.
The gentleman turned pale and his
lips quivered, but he said, "Well, Mr.
Cromwell, I've fought for my royal
master according to my lights, and ]
can die for him.
"You shall, sir, "~said Mr.. Cromwell.
About next morning Mr.. Cromwell.
who had often a cool fit after hot one
and was very big man, take him alto
gether, gave a different order. "The
fool thought he was doing his duty
turn him loose"
The fool in question was so proud OF
his battered house that he left 1t stand.
ing there, bullets and all, and built him
house elsewhere.
King Charles the Second had not
landed month before he made him g
baronet, and one tenant after another
occupied a portion of the old mansion
Two state-rooms were rooted and fur
nished with the relics of the entire man.