Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1890-08-02
ONE GENT

yore But Master Dowdeswen was then
a loyal subject of the king.
Charles Stuart. lady, was then loyal
king.
Tut. tut, siri His majesty can do no
wrong.
Mistress, we will not argue that.
Speak not we of the king; speak we only
of ourselves. Mistress Anne, once thou
vert little Nan to me.
"Hush, Master Dowdeswelll can not
hear thee.
Because l serve not the king, mad
am?'
"Ay. And because"
"Not because thou lov'st another? Say
not that!'
II must say it, Master Dowdeswell
He looked at her gravely.
Mistress, is it all forgot?" he said,
chidingly. Il twined many rosy gar.
land for thee in the days of my careless
ness and my profligacy, and thou
frown'dst not always then. Wilt not
smile now, when, in my new habit of
grace, l, an elect soul. ask thy favor2"
But can not love twain.
"And thou lovest-whom?"
master Dowdeswell, what is that to
thee p
Then there was silence for space, and
presently the tralnpling of mems feet
slunded in the vestibule. Dowdeswell
rose and went to the door.
I'VE have searched, captain, but we
have discovered none" said a harsh
voice. "Only in the stable a worn out
nag reposeth, and there be blood upon
his flanks and a slight wound, and me-
thinks he hath been in the battle, and in
the holster was this xerchief, embroid-
cred with the letters j. o."
"Good, returned Dowdeswel. Await
me without"
Then he shut the door and came back
to his former position, fronting Anne,
and with the clock that still pointed to
half past four behind her.
Mistress Anne Fame, be began sem
tentiously, Il like thee well, and Iwould
fain make thee my wife, and gradually
draw thee to higher delights and school
thy mind to right thinking. To my sor-
row thou dislikest me- and withdraw.
But ere quit thee conjure thee to tell
meas thou fearest God and as thou
lowest virtue and desirest the rewards of
heaven--dost thou conceal here in some
secret chamber or in some hidden vault
the person of the rebel whom I seek 2"
"No, !" said Anne.
~As thou dreadest the fires of hell,
mistress, l conjure thee to speak the
truth. :"
II do speak the truth, sir.
Without quibbling, mistress, bid
thee inform me if one lie hid here in
some secret chamber whom / account a
rebel.
"There is no secret chamber, Master
| Dowdeswell
mistress Anne, is John Quivil here 2"
master Dowdeswell, thou hast sought
throughout the house and thou hast not
found him, and tell thee there is no
secret chamber here.
"Then to whom appertaineth the
wearied nag in the outer stable?"
"How can / say? Our stable door
hath no key, and he who will may place
his beast there.
Mistress, fear the Lord and speak the
truth To whom appertaineth the kerr
chief embroidered j. OF"
master Dowdeswell, thou hurriest to
conclusions May no man own the
initials j. @. save onc?'
"Parley not with me, madam. love
thee, Mistress Anne, but my conscience
condemns me even while / handy words
with thee. Tell me-lest drag thee to
the seat of justice-where hidest thou
John Quivily"
She was almost at her wits end Bnt
she held firm.
How knowest thou that Master Quivil
was at the i'll fated field of Naseby r.
she asked.
How know IL Because | saw him,
madam--saw him in the rear company
of the man Charles Stuart. whom thou
callest king. saw him, and / know
that he fed in this direction. Madam,
the evidence Of his presence here is cir
cumstantial. Here are his wearied steed
and his kerclnef. Yield him up,
'Were it in my power, Master Dow
deswell, never would yield him upl
The kings loyal servants are my true
friends, and / deliver no faithful friend
to foe"
because thou lowest him, mistress Z"
mot 50. Because love the king.
DowIeswell gave short laugh,
''Tis woman's vile, he said. "The
traitor is here, madam; thou hast as
good as admitted his presence. / must
away with thee to the seat of judg-
ment.
But he did not order her to prepare
herself to depart. He stood looking at
her with blazing eyes.
vain and trifling womani" he burst
forth at length. %Thinkest thou to dis
semble with me1 Thinkest thou to de-
ceiye the lords elect? Know that see
thy wicked endeavor, that ! perceive
thy bold purpose, and that despise thy
shallow deceit. The man John Quivil is
here. Madame, he is here, and forbid
thee to conceal him longer Acquaint
me where he Isl