San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-04-09

wicket door opened Stealthily.
II want, said |, room for my horse to
pass"
Thereupon more grumblng followed and
a prodigiOus creaking of bolts and chains;
after which the big gate swung stiffiy back
"Sure, you must be worth deal" | said,
"that shut yourselves in 50 careful"
Before me stood a strange felOw-extraor-
binary old and bent with IA wizened face, one
eye only, and chin that almost touched his
nose He wore a dirty suit Of livery, that
once had been canary yellow; and shook with
the palsy.
Master Tingcomh will see the young man"
he squeaked nodding his head; "but is a-read
ing Just now in his Bible"
"A pretty habit" answered |, leading in
Molly-"if unreasonable, But why not have
said sol"
He seemed to consider this for awhile, and
then said, abruptly:
Have some pasty and some good cider
"Why, yes" | said, with all my heart
| when have stabbed the sorrel here"
He led the way across the court, well paved
but choked with weeds, towards the stable
| found 1t spacious building. and counted
| sixteen stalls there; but all were empty save
| two, where stood the horses had seen in Bod
min the day before Having stabbed Molly.
| left the place (which was thick with cob
webs ami followed the old servant in the
| house.
He took me into a great stone kitchen, and
brought out the pasty and cider, but poured
out half "a glass only.
"Have care, young man; It's "A luscious
| thick seductive drink" and he chuckled
"'Twould turn the edge of a knife, said l.
tasting it and looking at him; but his one
| bIearrd eye was iusrrutable. The paSty also
was moidy, and soon laid it down.
Hast Il proud stomach that comcth of far
| mg sumptuously: the beef therein is out own
| killing, said he. Young sir, art man of
| blood, greatly fear, by thy long sword and
| hardness with the firearms"
shall he pres"ntly,' answered l. ''if you
| leod me not to Master Tngcomb."
He scrambled up briskly and tottered out
| Of the kitchen into a stone corridor, after
| him. Along this he hurried, mutterng ali
| the way, and halted before a door at the end
| Without knocking he pushed it open, and,
| mOtOning me to enter, FASTENED back as he
| had come
Come in, sd voice that se"m"I f2ull
| lar to me.
Though, as you know, twas still high day,
in tho room where now | found myself was
| every appearance Of night; the shutters be-
| Ing closed and six lighted candles standing on
| the table. Behind them sat the venerable
| gentleman wkNn | had seen in the coach
now wearing plain suit Of black and read
| ing in great book that lay open on the ia
| BILE. | guessed it to be the Bible; but noted
| that the candies had shades about them, -
| disposed to throw the light, not on the
page, but on the doorway where | 80. =.
Yet the old gentleman, having L-L me cn-
ter, went Oh reading for while as though
wholly u..l",,rn Of ne; which ! found Som~
what nothing. 20 began:
II speak, ! believe, to Master Hannibal
TugcUmb. >;eAaiU to Sir DcaiIn ILliigrew.n
-, Heil; C:., g., If ending his sentence
alo-l
And my darling from the power Of the
dog" Here ..c paused with finger on the
place and looked up. Yves, young sir, that
is my name->trward to the late SIT Deakin
kiIliGrcw."
THE late:' cried |. Then you Know
surely know that Sir DeaI>in is dead,
else should be but an unworthy steward
He opened his grave eyes as if in wonder.
And his son, alsOH
also his son Anthony, headStrong boy
fear me; a cousortrr with vile characters
Alas! that should say it,
"And his daughter, Mistress Della"
"AlaS!' and he fetched a deep sigh.
"Do You mean, sir, that she, too, is dead 20
"Why. {" h., ~,lir-brIt let us talk ON In,~
painful matters.
in one Ht,meut, air; bur first tell M.
where d. ne die and when"
For my heart stood still, and | was fam to
clutch the table between us to keep me from
falling. think this did not escape linn, for
he gave III" sharp look, and then spoke very
quiet and hU,E"d.
Isl" ~ cruelty killed by highwaymen at
the 'Ihr"e cups. inn, some miles out Of Hun
g"rford. The date given me is the 81 Of
December last"
With this a great joy came over me, and
| blurted out, delighted:
"There, sir, you are wrong! Her father
was killed ON the ni-ut of which you speak
cruelty enough, as YOU say; but Mistress
Della KIlligrew escaped, and, after the most
incredible Adventures
| was expecting him to start up with joy
at my announcements; but, instead Of this, he
gazed at me very sorrowfully and shook his
head, which brought me to a stand
Sir | said, changing my tone, Il speak
but what | know; for twas had the happy
fortune to help her to escape, and, under
Gods hand, to bring her safe to Cornwall"
Then, where is she mow:n
Now, this was just what | could not tell
So, standing before him. gave him my name
and history of all my adventures in my
dear comrades company, from the hour when
| saw her first in the inn at Hungerford Still
keeping his finger on the page, he heard me
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