Grand Rapids herald. [volume] (Grand Rapids, Mich.) 1892-1959, 1892-11-04
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The battle Of sedgeuoor hsd been
fought and lost Night had come
again. aud in tho old gray church Of
Weston Zoylsad sou Of the beaten reb-
els lay imprisoned
The scene inside the church was
awful in its weird impressiveness. it
might have been . gorge Of the lost
souls In tbs Inferno The lurid glare
Of fsw torches which we're stuck at
the sornas Of men sitssng sndly ing on the
seats aud door In every attitude of de-
jeosion aod despair Up and down the
zislsa the iron shod heels Of the SEN
tries rang upoa she pavement
Tho greater part of the Pris-
oners we're silent or only moaning with
the pain Of recent wounds; some were
praying; one was raving. mad with
terror. Ana. in truth. he and his COM
panions had good cause for fear, for
their conqaeror was Feyersham, the
general Of the Royaiist whose only
mode Of dealing with rebel was to
hang or shoot him without more ado,
aud who was only waiting for the day
break 70 begin she work of slaughter.
A few only kept their resolution
among them two who were sitting to-
gcsher in the shadow of the pulpit
steps. Both these men had been con-
spicaous In the hght. and both knew
well that they must die at davbreak-
The elder of the two was a man Of
about IS. with powerful thick set frame.
and strong and rugged features; a bad
man 10 have against one, one might say.
He was by trade q horne breaker, and
. great part Of his business was To
break IN the Wild colts of the marsh.
His companion was some six or eight
years younger. His figure was tall and
slight. but finely made, and his face
was sing aiaray handsome He was the
swiftest runner Ia the west Of Eng land,
perhaps in the whole kingdom His
name was David Dare; that of the elder
man was John Quixarvyn- Both were
natives Of the town Of Axbridge. but
until the day before. they had been
made them comrades in the contest,
where they had fought side by side and
where the same troop of Royalists had
seized them both
The two were silent Quixarvyn had
pulled out short black pipe. had filled
aud lighted Il and was now smoking
TRANQUILITY. His companion had also
pulled out something from his breast,
but il was not . pipe. IL was the por-
trait of beautiful girl He took a
long look ct tia lovely face, q look
which said farewell
Quixarvyn watched him. In the
dim light in which they sat he could
not see the features of tho portrait. but
he guessed how the case stood
, "Poor fellowr' he said. with more
tenderness than would have been ex-
pected from his looks. Then. after a
minutes silence, he went on, rs much
TO himself as to the other, And yet
my case Is harder. was in love-I am
in love, God help me.-and also have
her portrait in my breast What would
give IL I could look on il as you can
lSok on yours
Dare looked at him with interest.
what he said, ''have you also tho
same trouble-a poor girl who will go
distracted when she hears of what has
happened TO your
mo" said the other bitterly; ''she
will not go distracted; she has had
enough of me. and shall have the
pain of dying unrevenged upon the
knave who robbed me of her"
IL WAS strange To see how in . mo-
msnt his eyes had grown ablaze with
passion The young man looked at
him in astouishment
"who was it?" he inquired.
"who was it?" echoed the other.
"Do you think il knew that that I
should now have cause To writhe at
dying without crying quits with him
No, do not know him. I only know
she loved me, that she cooled toward
me, that. when I asked her plainly
whether she had found younger and
a better looking man she confessed
that IL was true and threw herself upon
my generosity TO set her free from our
engagement I did so-in frenzy of
mad passion. But when I asked her
for his name she would not tell me.
fearing. Idaresay that. might twist
his neck I should soon have found
him. but then this war broke out and
ia my rage I could not keep myself
from rushing 10 the fight TO cool my
blood with blows And so here / am
going to be shot at daybreak. But
swear 70 heaven IL / only had that
fellow in my power for one brief min
pte | could die contensed."
You are right" said the other; Il
should feel the same.
Quixarvyn drew a portrait from his
breast and held il out to his compsn-
Ion.
Look he said, sis this face "a
fit q MANI though IL is one TO drive
him crazy. Let me look at yours-it is
not more innocent than this one.
dare swear"
The young man took the portrait
and a. the same time handed him his
own. Each looked in silence at the
portrait in his hsnd--in a silence OF
smaxement. Of stupefsctiou- The two
portraits represented the same person
ouixarvyu was The frst 10 break the
silence.
~whatr' he said. drawing a deeE
breath and bursting into a laugh. which
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