The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-11-16

cit may be he. Oh, Jack Jackl"
 Whether 1t was Master Dowdeswell or not it was clear that 1t was some one who was acquainted with the ways of Fame Place. For in another mo- ment the sound was heard as of a handle being turned and then the heavy tread of who crossed the outer vestibule and drew to the door of the great hall Anne clasped her lovers vulsively.
 "My own love- thou must escape" she sobbed "Through the window Mo- no He will have placed watch In the gaery2 Alas, not mouse could shelter there!'
 She looked around wildly. The footsteps drew yet nearer. Suddenly her eyes lighted on the clocks face.
 "The clock, the clock" she cried in A stiHed voice.
 Throwing open the case and holding a le the pendulum she motioned to Quivil 10 get M hin. He obeyed her instantly and without word. She closed the upon him, and, she turned away, the door of the apartment opened and loud and stern voice demanded admittance.
 Before she had time either for welcome denial the speaker entered. He was tall and soldierly man, wanting yet several years of thirty-a man whose countenance had acquired the sour expression cultivated by the Roundheads, but who was not naturally ill favored He looked suspicousy round the he came in and finally doffed his beaver to the lady
 "Good-day, Mistress Anne" he said
 "Good day, Master Dowdeswell," ," she returned.
 "I come upon business" he announced. Il have search warrant to ranssck thy house l seek the body of Master John Qaivi He k supposed to be in hiding here or hereAbouts, and l."
 He paused, but she did not speak.
 "I came this way he went on, after moment. "I thought, mad.m, it might be more agreeable that friend should search thy house than stranger"
 ''Twas kindly done, Master Dowdeswell."
 Nay, madam. Duty Is rarely kind, and have strictly fulfilled my duty, and have cut oil every of escape from this house by entering myself through the postern- gate while directing my men to follow the pubic path. am not kind. But have been minded to make the search little pain ful 10 thee AS possible. Is the traitor John Qlivil hidden here? he demanded
 "There Is no traitor here" returned Anne quickly.
 Dowdeswell smiled grimly.
 "Mistress Anne, thou knows what mean" he said. Thine is a wiful misApprehension. ask again Doth the body of the traitor John Quivil lie here concealed?"
 al concealed no traitors, Master Dowdeswel."
 "But dost thou conceal the body of John Quivil madam?"
 For moment she could not answer, and Dowdes- we'll smiled again. "I perceive that thou hast lately eaten" he said. Then, glancing at the clock
 "Ialf past four Iris marvellous strange that tEou shondst dine or sup at such an hour"
 "The times are strange, Master Dowdeswell. and we do strange times in strange times"
 "Aye, mistress. Even to the harboring of trait ors. Who desire thee tell me, who bath broken bread in this placer But nay. Answer me not Cover not thy maggnancy with falsehood. Thou hast traitor here and l will drag him forth"
 Then, stridiDg to the door, he shouted 10 his underlngs who had just reached the front entrance of the house. Bidding them search the mansion and the outhouses he seated himself at the table, lay ing pair of pistols upon it. Anne still stood, with her hands clasped in front of the great clock, whose hands pointed at halfpast hour. It seemed to her that she dared not move from this position She tancied that Quivips breathing was audible, and she feared least Dowdeswel should approach his hiding place too near.
 "Wilt thou not be seated. mistress?" asked Dow deswell presently, in 8 gentler tone.
 "I do not sit with the kings enemies" she replied haughtily.
 "Ah, mistress, reprosch me not" he protested "Time was when Henry Dowdeswell could win smile from fair Mistress Anne Fame"
 "Thst, sir, was when Master Henry DowdeswelPs heart beat true"