Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1891-03-05

the captains shoulder, but without munS
kLs eyes:
itJust in time, Jackl Take Of the second
eur, that's q sweet bOy!"
Now carried no sword; but, Selling the
tankard from the pot boys hand, I hurled It
at the dog faced trooper. 1t struck him fair
between the shoulder blades; and with yell
Of pain be spun round and came towards me,
his point glittering in way that turned me
cold. l gave back a pace, snatched up
chair that luckily had wooden seat, and,
with my back against the door, waited his
charge.
Twas in this posture that, finging glance
across the room, saw the captains sword
describe small circle Of light, and next mo-
nent, with sharp cry, Anthony caught at
the blade, and staggered against the wall,
pinned through the chest to the wainscoting.
''Out with the lights, DickI" bawled Settle,
Juggling out his point. "Quick, fool-the
Window
Dick, with back sweep of his hand, sent
the candles flying off the shelf, and, save for
the flicker Of the hearth, we were in dark
ness. l felt, rather than saw, his rush towards
me, leaped aside, and brought down my chair
with crash on his skull. He went down like
Q ninepin, but scrambled up in a trice and
was running for the window. There was a
shout below as the captain thrust the lattice
open; another, and the two dark forms had
clafnbered through the purple square of the
easement and dropped into the bowling green
below.
By this | had made my way across the
room, and found Anthony sunk against the
wall with his feet outstretched- There was
something he held out towards me, cropping
for my hand, and at the same time whisper
ing in a thick, choking voice:
Here, Jack, here; pocket it quick!"
Twas letter, and as my fingers closed on
it they met a damp smear, the meaning of
which was but too plain.
Button it-sharp-in thy breast; now feel
for my sword
First Jet me tend thy hurt, dear lad"
''Nay-quickly, my swOrdI IT'S pretty,
Jack, to hear thee say dear lad A cheat to
die like this-cOuld hare laughed for years
yet. The dice were cogged-hast found itF'
l CROPPED beside him, found the hilt and
held it up.
''So-'tis thine, Jack; and my mare, Molly,
and the letter to take Say to Della Harki
they are on the stairs. Say to-
With n shout the door was flung wide, and
on the threshold stood the watch, their Ian
terms held high and shining in Anthony's
white face and on the black stain where his
dOublet was thrown open.
In numbers they were six or eight led by
a small wry necked man that held long
staff, and wore a gilt chain over bis furred
collar. Behind, in the doorway, were hud-
lied half dozen women peering, and Master
Davenant at the back Of all, his great face
looming over their shoulders bike moon.
'Now, speak up, Master Shortr'
"Av, that l will-that I will; but my head
is considering Of affairs, answered Master
Short-he of the wry neck. Zone, two,
three He looked round the room, and
finding but one capable of resisting (for the
pot boy was by this time in fit cleared his
throat and spoke up:
I'm the kings name, arrest you all-so
help me GOdl Now, what's the matter?"
Murder said 1, looking up from my work
of stanching Anthony's wound
"Then forbear, and don't do it."
"Why, Master Short, they've been forbear-
ing these ten minutes woman's voice put
in.
''Hush, and hear Master Short; he knows
the law, and all the dubious maxims Of the
same"
GAY, ay; he says forbear in the kings
name, which is to say, that other forbearing
is neither law nor grace. Now then, Master
Short!n
Thus exhOrted, the man of law continued:
Il charge We as honest hen to dispersed"
odds truth, Master Short, why you've
just laid them under arrestI'
"Hm-true; then let them stay So-in the
kings name-aud have done with it.n
Master Short, in fact, was growing testy;
but now the women pushed by him, and, by
screaming at the sight Of blood, put him out
Of all patience. Dragging them back by the
Ekirts, he told me he must take the deposi-
lions, and pulled out pen and ink horn.
''Sirs,n said l, laying poor AnthOny's head
softly back, 'you are too late; while We were
cackling my friend is dead"
'Then, young man, thou must come along" .
''Come alOngT'
1.-The charge is homocidium, or man slay-
ing, with or without malice prepense"-
"But"- lOOk'd round. The pot boy was
insensible, and my eyes fell on Master Dave
nant, who slowly shook his head.
"I1l say not word" said he, stolidly;
''lost twenty pound, one time, by a lawsuit"
'Pack Of fools.7 cried, driven beyond en-
durance. 1.-The guilty ones have escaped
these ten minutes. Now stop me who dares!n
And, dashing my left fist on the nose of a
Waterman who would have seized me,
cleared a space with Anthony's sword, made
run for the easement, and dropped out upon
the bowling green.
A pretty shout went up as picked myself
OF the turf and rushed for the back door.
Twas unbarred, and in a moment found
myself tearing down the passage and out
into the Corn market, with a score or so
tumbling down stairs at my heels, and yell
ing to stop me. Turning sharp to my right,
dew up Ship street, and through the Turl,
and doubled back up the High street, sword
in hand. The people passed were too far
taken aback, as l suppose, to interfere. But
q many must have joined in the chase, for
presently the street behind me was thick with
the chatter of footsteps and cries Of "a thief
"A thief Stop hImI'
At Quater Votes / turned again and sped
down towards st. Aldates, thence 10 the left
by Wild Boar street and into ST. Mary's lane.
BY this the shouts had grown fainter, but
were still following. Now knew there was
no possibility to get past the city gates, which
were well guarded at night Ny hope
reached no further than the chance Of OUT
whiting the pursuit for a while longer. In
the end was sure the pot boys evidence
would clear me and therefore began TO enjoy
the fun. Even my certain expulsion from
college on the morrow seemed Of piece with
the rest Of events and lprospectivelyl mat
ter for laughter. For the struggle at the
Grown had unhinged my wits, as must
suppose and you must believe If you would
understand my behavior in the next half
hour.
A bright thought struck me; and taking
fresh wind / set of again round the cornsr|