Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1890-05-17
THE LANCASTER DAILY NTELLIGENCER, SATURI

ror my neart stood still, ana was fain TO
clutch the table between Us 10 keep mo from
falling think this did not escape him, for
be gave me n sharp look, and then spoke very
quiet and husbed.
"she was cruelty killed by highwayinen at
the Three Cups inn, some miles out Of Hun.
gerford. The date given me IL the 81 u
December last"
With this great joy came over me, and
blurted out, delighted.
"Therc, sir, you arc wrongi Her father
was killed ON the night Of which you speak
cruelty enough, as you ny; but Mistress
Della Killigrew escaped, and, after the most
Incredible ndventures"-----
was expecting him TO start up with Joy
at my announcement; but. instead Of this, he
gazed at me very sorrowfully and shook his
head, which brought me TO q stand.
Sir" said, changing my tone, II speak
but what know; for twas had the happy
fortune To help her to escape, and, under
Gods hand, 10 bring her safe TO Cornwall"
"Then, where Is she nOwr
Now, this was just what could not tell.
SO, standing before him, gave him my name
and a 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
10 tho end attentively. but with curling of
the lips towards the Gloss, such as did not
like. Aud when had done, TO my amaze he
spoke out sharply, and as II TO n whipped
schoolboy.
N"'Tis n cock and bull story, sir, OF which
could hope 10 make you ashamed Six weeks
In your companyi and in boys habit Sure
ly twas enough the pure, unhappy maid
should be dead--without such vile slander ON
her fame, and from you Tint were known,
sir, 20 have been at that Inn, and on that
night, with her murderers. Boy, have evil
dence that taken with your confession, would
weave you halter; and am a justice Of the
pence 30 thankful, then, that am q merci-
ful man; yet he abashed"
Abashed, indeed, l was; or, at least, taken
aback, to SEQ his holy Indignation and tho
flush on his waxen cheek Like fool stood
staggered, and wondered dimly where had
beard that thin voice before In the confu-
sion OF my senses heard 1t say, solemnly:
'The sins OF her fathers have overtaken
her, as the Book OF Exodus proclaimed:
therefore is her Inheritance wasted, and given
TO the satyr and the wild ass"
"And which Of the twain be you, STRIP
cannot tell what forced this violent rude
ness from me, for he seemed an honest, good
man; but my heart was boiling that any
should put SO i'll construction on my Della.
As for him, hc had risen, and was moving
with dignity to the door-to show me out, az
guess. When suddenly l, that had beerl
staring stupdly, leaped upon him and hurled
him back into his chair.
For had marked his left foot trailing, and
by the token, knew him for the white haired
man Of the bowling green.
"Master Hannibal Tingcomb," spoke In hi.
ear, dog and murderer What did you
IN Oxford last Novemberi And how OF Capt
Lucus Higgs, otherwise Capt. Luke Settle,
otherwise Mr.. X.i Speak, before I serve
you as the dog was served that nightw
dream yet in my sick nights, Of tho
change that came over the vile, hypocritica
knave at these words Of mine. To sec hi
pale, venerable face turn green and livid, hi
eyeball start, his hands clutch at air-it
frightened me.
"Brandyi" he gasped. "Brandy! there
quck-for Gods sake!"
And the next moment he had slipped from
my grasp, and was wallowing in fit on tn,
floor. / ran to the cupboard at which he has
pointed, and, finding there bottle OF stroni
waters, forced some drops between his teeth
and hard work it was, he gnashing at me al
the time and foaming at the mouth.
Presently he ceased TO writhe and bite
aud, lifting, l set him in his chair, where h
lay, mere limp bundle, staring and blink
ing So sat down facing him and waite
his recovery.
"Dear young SIR" he began at length
feebly, his fingers searching the Bible befor
him from force of habit. "kind young 81
Il am an old, dying man, and my sins hav
found me out. Only yesterday the physicia
at Bodmin told me that my days are nun
bered. This Is the second attack, and tn
third will kill me-"
"Wellr said /.
eff Mistress Della be alive (as, indeed,
did not think) will make restitution-I wi
confcss--only tell me what TO do, that ma
die in peace"
Indeed, he looked pitiable, sitting ther
and stammcring; but l hardened my hear
TO say;
81 must have confession, then, write
before leave the room"
"But, dear young friend, you will not us
It If l give up all! You will not seek II,
life, that is already worthless, as you scci"
"Why, tits what you deserve But Dell
shall say when / find hcr-as / shall {
straight to seek her II she be lost, l sha
use it--never fear; if she Is found it shall |
hers to say what mercy she can discover
her heart; but promise you l shall advi
, none"
:
t shrunken cheeks, but observed him watt
1 me narrowly, as though to find out no
much / knew. So l pulled out my pisto
y and setting pen and paper before him, o
tanned, at the end of an hour, a very pret
confession of his sins, which lies among m
, papers to this day When twas written nj
0 signed, in weak, rambling hand, read
through, folded it, placed 1t inside my CO..
and prepared to take my leave.
But he called out an order to the old ser
ant to sadllemy mare, and stood softly pra
, ing and bcseeching mo In the courtyard t
the last moment. Nor when was mount
l would anything serve but he must follow
. my stirrup to the gate. But when l HI
1 briefly taken leave, and the heavy doors hi
0 creaked behind me, heard voice callil
: after me down the road:
:. "Dear young sirl Dear friendl had fc
= gotten somewhat"
o Returning, found the gate fastened, al
the iron shutter slipped back.
A "Well" asked, leaning towards IL.
4 "Dear young friend, / pity thee, for II
paper Is worthless Today, by my advic,
!, the army Of our most Christian parliamer
more than twenty thousand strong, und
/, the Earl Of Stamford, have overtaken ii
0 friends, the malignant gentry, near Strait
o Heath, In the northeast. They are more th
two to one. BY this hour tomorrow I
: Papists all will be running like comics to the
n burrows, and little chance wilt thou have
4 seek Della Killgrew, much less to find h
4 And remember know enough Of thy la
services TO hang thee; mercy then will lie
u thy friends hands; but be sure | shall adv
none"
It Aud with mocking laugh he clapped
II the grating in my face
CHAPTER XIV.
|, LEAVE JOAN AND RIDE TO THE WARS
10 You may guess how / felt at being tt