Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1890-04-26


hands ciusching TIE kh6bs Of Ne chair. I
turned 10 the girl She had neither spoksn
nor stirred, but now came forward and calm
y asked ny businesa
u think." aid I. ''thAs your name b KIM.
grswr
II Am Delia Killigrsw. and ssb b ny
"Now on bic way TO visit biz estates b
Cornwallr
She nodded
"Then have to warn you that your nves
ere In danger" And, gently - possible, ]
told ber what had seen and heard down
staira In the middle OF my tale the servant
stepped 20 the door, and returned quistly.
There was no lock on the inside After Q
minute he went across and drew the red cur.
tainA The window had . grating within, Of
iron bars - thick a. . manS thumb, strongly
clampsd In the stone work, and not four
inches apart Claariy. be was man Of few
words; for, returning, he merely pulled out
his sword and waited for the end Of my tala
Ths girl also did not interrupt me, but list
sned in silence As ceased. she said:
''ls this all you knowr
NO." answered l, .'it b not But the rest
lpromise to tell you IL We escape from this
place alive. Will this content your
She turned to the servant, who nodded.
Whsroupon she held out her hand very cor.
daily.
''Sir, listen. we are travellers bound for
Cornwall, as you know, and have some small
POSSESSIONS that will poorly reward the greed
Of these violent men. Never theless. We
should be hurrying on our journey did We
not await my brother Anthony, who was to
have ridden from Oxford to join US here, but
has been delayed, doubtless on the kings
business'--
She broke of, as l started; for below
heard the main door open, and Capt Set
ties voice in the passage. The arch villain
had returned.
Mistress Delia.r | said, hurriedly. ''ths
twelfth man has entered the house, and un-
less we consider our plans at once, alls up
With us."
"Tush!" said the old gentleman In the
chair, who dt seems) had heard all, and now
sat up brisk as ever. ~, for my part, shall
mix another glass. and leave 1t all to Jacques
Come, sit by me, sir, and you shall see some
pretty play. Why, Jacques is the neatest
rogue with a small sword In all Francer'
"Sir," put in, "they are u round dozen in
all, and your life at present is not worth Q
penny's purchase"
"Thats a liel 'Tis worth this bowl before
me that, with or without you, ] mean to
empty. What fool thing Is youth Sir,
you must be a dying man like myself to taste
life properly And, as am truthful man,
he struck up, quavsring merrily:
"Hey, nonni-nonni-no
Men are fools that wish TO diet
Ist not fine to laugh and sing
When the bells of death do ringf
Ist not fine to drown in wine,
And turn upon the toe,
And sing, hey--ponni-noi
Hey, nonni-nonni-
"Come and sit, sir, nor spoil sport. You are
too raw, I'll wager, to be Of any help, and
boggling detest."
"Indeed, sir,"I broke in, now thoroughly
angered, II can use the small sword as we'll
as another"
"Tushi Try him, Jacques"
Jacques, still wearing stolid face, brought
his weapon to the guard. Stung to the quick,
wheeled round and made lunge or two,
that he put aside as easily as though were
babe. And then-I know not how it hap
pened, but my sword slipped like ice out Of
my grasp, and went flying across the room.
Jacques, sedately as ON a matter Of business,
stepped to pick 1t up, while the old gentleman
chuckled.
was hot and ashamed, and a score Of Bit
ter words sprang to my tongue tip, when the
Frenchman, as he rose from STOPPING, caught
my eye, and beckoned me across to him.
He was white as death, and pointed to tho
hilt Of my sword and the demi-bea engraved
thereon.
HE is Dead" whispered; "hush hl-turn
your face aside-killed by those same dogs
that are now below"
l heard q sob in the true fellows throat.
But on the instant it was drowned by tho
sound of door opening and the tramp Of
feet on the stairs.
Continued merit ,Vufnri0u