The herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1893-1900, 1894-07-01

| gOn Is III the neld, ana Toby Watche
road. This is some one who has al c.
ed at the postern gate, and who c u
through the garden"
Then 1t is some one who know the
house we'll, dear love-a friend, be e..
NAY. There is no one. Young Mas.
ter Dowdeswell alone hath come hither,
over and again. But he is traitor and
hathcome here spying the land And,
Jack, if he should come again he comes
as thy enemy. Was he at Naseby?''
HE was, Nan. / saw the prick cared
rogue.
1t may be he. Oh, Jack, Jackv'
In another moment the sound was
heard of handle being turned, and
then the heavy tread of one who crossed
the outer vestibule and drew near to the
door of the great hall Anne clasped her
lovers arm.
my own love, thou must escape, "
she sobbed Through the window? No,
no! He will have placed watch In
the gallery? Alas, no shelter therel"
She looked around wildly. The foot
steps drew yet nearer. Suddenly her
eyes lighted on the clocks face
"The clockf' she cried in stifled
voice.
Throwing open the case and holding
aside the pendulum, she motioned to
Quivil to get within. He obeyed her in
stantly and without word. She closed
tho case upon him. and as she turned
away the door of the apartment opened,
and loud and stern voice demanded
admittance
Before she had time either fol vel
come or denial the speaker entered He
was a tall and soldierly man, wanting
yet several years of 30--a man whose
countenance had acquired the sour ez-
preston cultivated by the Roundheads,
but who was not naturally i'll favored
He looked suspiciously round the room
as he came in and finally dotted his
beaver to the lady
Good day, Mistress Anne" be said
Good day, Master Dowdeswell, she
returned.
IT come upon business" he an
nounced. II have search warrant to
ransack thy house. seek the body of
Master John Quivil. He is supposed to
be in hiding here or hereabouts, and
p
He paused, but sho did not speak.
II came this way" he went ON after
D moment. 81 thought, madam, it
might be more agreeable that friend
should search thy house than a stran-
ger"
"'Twas kindly done, Master Dowdes-
we'll"
NAY, madam. Duty is rarely kind,
and l have strictly fulfilled my duty
and have cut off every avenue of escape
from this house by entering myself
through tho postern gate while directing
my men to follow the public path. am
not kind. But / have been minded to
make the search as little painful to thee
as possible. Is the traitor. John Quivil
hidden here?' he demanded.
''There is no traitor here" returned
Anne quickly.
Dowdeswell smiled grimly.
Mistress Anne, thou knowest what
mean" he said. Chime is a willful
misapprehension ask again, Doth the
traitor John Quivil lie here concealed"
ST conceal no traitors, Master Dowdes-
well. "
'sBut dost thou conceal the body of
John Quivii?'
For moment sko could not answer,
and Dowdeswell smiled again. 81 per-
ceive that thou hast lately eaten, he
said, then glancing at the clock; Half
past 4! IT'S marvellous strange that thou
shouldst dine OR SUD at such an hour"
1.-THE times are strange, Master
Dowdeswell, and we do strange things
in strange times"
AYE, mistress, even to the harbor-
ing of traitors. Who, desire thee tell
me, who hath broken bread in this
place? But nay. Answer me not. Cover
not thy malignancy with falsehood.
Thou hast traitor here, and I Twill drag
him forth. F"
Then, striding to the door, he shout
ed to his underlings, who had just
reached the front entrance of the house.
Bidding them search the mansion and
the outhouses, he seated himself at the
table, laying a pair Of pistols upon it.
Anne still stood in front Of the great
clock, whose hands pointed to 4:30
"Wilt thou not be seated. mistress?"
asked Dowdcswell presently in gen
Her tone.
II do not sit with the kings enc
mics, she replied.
"Ah, mistress, reproach me not, he
protested. "Time was when Henry
Dowdeswell could win smile from
fair Mistress Ammo Fame.
l"That, sir, was when Master Henry
Dowdeswell's heart beat true. -
SIT hath beat ever true, Mistress
Anne, and never truer than now. Didst
suppose that Henry Dowdenswell' IS heart
could beat for any but Mistress Anne
Fane?"
''Master Dowdeswell!"
Listen, Mistress Anne. Dost forget
all the days of youth-all the games
that we twain played together; all our
intercourse, sweet and bitter by turns;
all the jealousics and rivalries between
thy humble servant and Jack Quivil?
never liked tho lad. But forbore to
cuff one upon whom my mistress smiled.
Thou didst not often smile upon me,
Mistress Anne. Yet there were times
when thou call DIST me Henry, and when
thy hand would clasp mine as we
crossed the rotten bridge returning from
church, and when thy thanks came
r III l,n1 I,