Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1895-08-17
CHAPTER Xxx.

Lave found it out for yourself" she con-
tnucd scornfully. "a babe would havo
guessed it, knowing Gs much of your IA
ther as you did"
Docs he know himself.' muttereti
hoarsely, looking anywhere but at her
now. The shock had left mo dull and con-
fused. l did not doubt her word, rather
i wondered with her that had not found
this out for myself. But the possibility Of
meeting my father in that wide world
into which had plunged to escape from
the knowledge of his existence had never
occurred to me. Had thought of 1t, IL
would have seemed too unlikely, and
though might have seen In Gardiner q
link between us, and so have identified him,
the greatness Of the chancellor's transac-
tions, and certain things about Clarence
which had seemed or would have seemed
had / ever taken the point into cOnsidera-
ton, at variance with my ideas of my ia
thcr had prevented me getting upon the
track.
Docs he know that you are his son, do
you mcan," she said. No; he does not. "
"You have not told bim!"
No" she answered, with q slight
SILVER.
understood. Icomprehended that even
to her the Cagcrness with which. being IA
Their and SON. we had sought one another's
lives durir. those days on tho Rhine had
seemed so @Ieadful that she had concealed
the truth from him.
when did you learn it!' I asked,
trembling too
Il knew his right name before ever
saw you" she answered Yours 1 learned
on tho day left you at Santon." Looking
back, remembered the strange horror,
then incxplicablc which she had BETRAYED.
and understood it. So it was that knowl,
edge which had driven her from us, what
will you do now;" she said. You will
savc him? You must save him! He Is your
father"
Save him? shudtlcred at tho thought
that had destroyed him; that /, his son,
had denounced him! Save him! The per-
spration sprang out In beads on my fore
head II / could not save him. should
live piticd by my friends and loathed by
my enemies!
If it be possible" muttercd, Il will
saye him."
lyon swear ftp" she cried. Before I
could answer she seized my arm and drag
gcd mo up the dim aisle until we stood to-
gcther before the figure and tho cross. The
chimes above us rang H. a shaft of cold
sunshine pierced n dusty window and, full
Of dancing notes, shot athwart the pillars.
Swear" she repeated, with trembling
cagcrness, turning her eyes on mine and
raising her hand sOlcmnly toward the fig
urc. Swear by the cross!"
Il swear" said.
She dropped her hand. Her form seemed
to shrink and grow less. Making a sign
TO mo to go, she fell on her knees on the
step and drew her hood over her face.
walked away on tiptoe down the aisle:
but, rlancing back from the door of the
church, I saw the small, solitary figure
still knccling in prayer. The sunshine
had died away. The dusty window was
colorlcss. Only the red lamp glowcd duly
above her head. / seemed to see what the
end would be. Then pushed aside the
curtain and slipped ont into the keen air.
1t was hers to pray. 1t was mine to act.
lost no time, but on my return could
not find Master Rcrtie either in the public
room or I'm t,e inn yard so l sought him
i'm his bedroom. where found him placia-
Iv reading n book. his paticnt waiting in
striking contrast with the fcycrish anxiety
which had taken hold of me ..Wha. is
II, lad?" he said, closing the volume and
LAYING 1t down on my entrance. You
look disturbed.
II have seen Mistress Anne" nm