San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-04-05

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hand. Quick as thought | stepped past her
into the passage.
"Deliaw
"Jackp
Hist! Close the door Where is Mistress
Finch"
up stairs, expecting Col. Essex Oh, the
| happy dayl Come" She led me into mar
row back room, and, setting down the light,
regarded me. Jack, my eyes are red for
thee!"
Il see they are. Tomorrow | was to be
hanged"
She put her hands together, catching her
| breath; and very lovely thought her, in her
straight gray gown and Puritan cap.
They have been questioning me. Didst
get my letter.
The answer was on my lip when there came
a sound that made us both start.
Twas the dull echoing of gun firing, up
at the castle
Della, what lies at the back heref'
A garden and a garden door; after these
a lane leading to Redclif street"
IL must so, this moment"
And ~
She did not wait my answer, but, running
out into the passage she came swiftly back
with IA heavy key. ! opened the window.
Della! De-lia!" Twas a womans voice
calling her, at the head of the stairs.
"Ay, Mistress Finch"
WHO was at the doori"
sprang into the garden and held forth a
hand to Della In one moment, mstressw
called she, and in one moment was hurrying
with me across the dark garden beds. As
She fitted her key to the garden gate heard
the voice again.
Della"
Twas drowned IN wild rat-a-tat. on the
street door and the shouts of many voices.
We were close pressed.
Now, Jack-tO the right, for our livesl
An, these clumsy skirts"
We turned into the lane and raced down it,
For my part, | swOre to drown myself in
Avon rather than let those troopers retake
me | heard their outcries about the house
behind us as We stumbled over the frozen
rubbish heaps with which the lane was be-
strewn.
"What's our direction" painted |, catching
Delias hand to help her along.
To the left now-for the river
We struck into a narrow side street. and
with that heard a Waterman bawl:
Past nine o the night, an all
The shock Of our collision sent him to fin
ish his say in the gutter
Thieves he yelled.
But already we were twenty yards away,
ami now III broader street, whereof one side
was wholly lined with warehouses. And here,
to our dismay, we heard shouts behind, and
tie noise Of feet running.
About half way down the street | spied a
gateway standing ajar, and pulled Della aside
N wit hor nd
tiInbers, and across it to a black, empty barn
Of place, where a flight of wooden steps
gimmered, that 80 to an upper story. We
climbed these .tt"o at "A run
"Faugh What vile SMELL"
The ofr was piled high with great bales Of
WOOL Is ! found by the touch, and their odor
enough to satisfy an army. Nevertheless
was CROPPING about for place to hide when
Della touched me on the arm and pointed.
Looking, l deserted in the gloom a tall
quadrilateral Of purple, not five steps away,
with a speck of light shining near the top of
it, and three dark streaks running down the
middle, whereof one was much thicker than
the rest. Twas an open doorway: the speck,
star framed within it, the broad streak,
ships mast reaching up; and the lesser ones
two ends Of rope, working over pulley
above my head, and used for lowering the
bales Of wool on shIpboard.
AlvaM'ius. >tool on the sill and looked
down. On tire black water twenty feet be-
low lay a three masted trader, close against
the Warehouse Ny toes stuck out over her
deck, almost.
Al first glance | could see no sign of life on
board, Dut presently was aware of a dark
@ 81,
bows. He was quite mOtionless. His back
was towards us, blotted against the black
shadow; and the man engaged only, 1t SEEM
ed, i'll watching the bright splash Of light
flung by the ships lantern on the water be
meath him.
| resolved to throw myself on the mercy of
this silent figure, and put out a hand to test
the rope. One end of it was fixed to a bale
of wool that lay, as it had been lowered on
the deck Flinging myself on the other,
found it sink gently from the pulley, as the
weight below moved slowly upwards and
sinking with it, | held on till my feet touched
the deck.
Still the figure in the bows WAS motionlesS.
paid out my end of the rope softly, low
ering back the bale of wool; and, as soon as
it rested again on deck, signaled to Della to
let herself down.
She did so. As she alIghted and stood be-
side me, our hands bungled The rope slipped
up quickly, letting down the bale with run.
We caught ct the rope, and stopped it just
in time; but the pulley above creaked vOcif-
erOUsy. | turned my head
The man III the bows had not moved
CHAPTER Y
CAPT. POTTERY AND CAPT. SETTLE