Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-04-19

And who is that gaffcr?" Baldwin 1 asked contt mptuOusly.
 But the old fellow turned shy. "WolL | it is not Sir Anthony" hc answered, nod ding his head and stepping forward 10 caroSs his toaSting shins. "Bo you very suro of that Nor tho young mistress, nor tho young master us was. nor tho now lady l that Camc a month ago. No, nor it Is not you. Master Baldwin"
 "Thpn who Is iu" cried the steward impationtly.
 lilo is shrcwd, Is Martin-whcn tho | saints havo not got their backs to him." said tho old fellow sIyly.
 "Who Is it7' thundcrcd tho steward well used to this rustic method of evasion. "AnswCr. you dultl"
 | But no answer came, and Baldwin never got one, for at this moment man who had been watching in front of tho 1 house ran in.
 They arc hcrc!'' ho cried. A good hundred of them. and torches enough for St. Anthony's eve Get you to the gate, porter. Sir Anthony is calling for you. Do l you hcar:'
 There was n great uprising, a great clat tering of feet and barking of dogs and somo wailing among tho women. As tho messenger finished speaking harsh chal | lcnSC which penetrated even tho courtyard arose from many voices without and was l followed by the winding of n horn. This sufliccd. All hurried with ono accord into tho court, where tho porter looked to | Baldwin for instructions.
 Hold a minutC!' cried tho steward, si- lrncing the loudcst hound by a sound kick and diSrcgarding Sir Anthony's voice. which camc from tho direction of tho gate | way. Let us sec if they arc at the back | too"
 He ran through the passage and cmorS ing on the edge uf tho moat was nt once 1 salutCd by a dozen voices warning him i back. There wrro scorc of dark 1igurcS standing ill the little close whore the fight had taken place. Right" said Baldwin to himself. Needs must whom tho old gentleman drives! Only 1 thought 1 | would mako sure"
 He ran back Ut once, nearly knocking down Martin, who, with n companion was making, but at a slower paco, for tho front of tho house
 | Well, old Cumradr," cried the steward, | smiting the foul on the back as he passed, | you arc here, are you: never thought that you and would be in at our own leathsl'
 He did not notice, in tho wild humor which had seized him, who Martins com paniun was, though probably at another ttmc 1t would have struck him that thcrc | was no ono in the house quito SD tall. llO l sped on with scarcely a glance, and in n mumcnt was under inc gateway, where Sir Anthony was SuunGly rating every kody, and particularly tho porter, who, rith his key in the dtn1r, found, or affected tO find, the task of turning it a difficult unr As tho steward Camo up, however, the hig doors at somU sign from him rrvakcd on their hinges, and tho knight, his staff in his hand and tho servants clustering behind him with lantorns walked forward paco ar two to tho end of the bridge, bearing himself with some dignity.
 "Who diSturhS us nt this hour?' he cried, pccrinG across tho mnat and signing 10 Baldwin to hold up his largo lantern, since the others, uncertain of their rcccp- tiun, had put out their torches, By its light he and thos" hrhind him could make | out q group of half n dozen figures score f yards away. while in support of these thrro appeared howshot of and still in the open ground a clump uf, it might be, a hundred men. Beyond all lay tho dark line of trrr>, a!'uvo which the moon, new ri,, Il. was sailing through n watrry wrack If clouds. "Whn arc yC:' tho knight r,'- p'at"d
 "Aro y,nI Sir Anthony Cluddc:' came the answer.
 | Il am
 Then in th' uu.Hn'5 nAmc, Sir An tto'ay. th" leader of the tr'"'p cried snl tmnly. | Ill on ycu th surrender. 1 hold a warrant iur your arrest, and also for tht arrest "f James Carey, priest, and Bald
 win Moor. who. am told, is your stew
 ard. am hark"d hy forcoS which it will
 Er vain Ia resist.
 Are you Sir Philip Clopton?" the
 knight asked, for at that distance and in that light it was impossible to bc sure
 II am, " tho sheriff answered earnestly,
 and as n friend l beg you, Sir Anthony
 to avoid useless hl0odshcd and further
 cause for ofHcnsc. Sir Thomas Grevillc
 the governor of Warwick castle, and Colo
 ncl Bridgswater are with me. implor,
 you, my friend, ts surrender, and vii
 do you what good oflleos may"
 The knight, aS ws know, had mado uI
 his mind. and yet for a second h0 hesitat
 sd. There were stern, grim faces rount
 him, changed by the stress of the momen
 into the semblance of dark Baldwin 's-th,
 faces of men, who, though they numhcrcC
 but n dozen, were his men, bound to hin
 hy ~, " tie of instinct and breeding ant l cus;.,rn. and he had been soldier ant
 knew the fierce joy of desperate struggl
 against odds. Might it not be bettor, afte | all:
 But then he renlsmbarpd his womon | kind, and, after all why sndanger thcS | faithful lusn- He raised kis voic8 an,
 cried clearly; II accept ysur good offices | Sir Philip, and I take your advice. I vii
 have the drawhridgs lowered, only hoi you will keep your men we'll in hand an'
 do my poor house as littlu damage as ma, | be"
 Giving Baldwin tho order and bidding him aS suun aS it was performed come l.
 him. the knight walked steadily hack int
 th" courtyard and touk his stand there He dispatched the women and some q the servants tu lay out meal in the hall but it WIS nuticrahIo that the men wen reluctantly, and that all who could fin , any excuse tn dn >o fingered round ii ) Anthony as if th,y could not hear to abau r don him, as if, even at the last moment
 thOy had Sum0 vague notion of protectin thoir master at all hazards. 4 scora of Ian t terms shed a gloomy. uncertain light t only in places rO-enforced by the glow fror
 the hall windOws-upoR the group. Sel dom had Cotton moon pecped over tn
 gables at a sceno stranger than that whic @ met the sheriff's eyes ns with his tw t packers he passed under tho gateway. F. II surrender to you, Sir Philip" tn - knight said, with dignity, stepping fol l ! ward pace or two, and call you to vii | ness that l might have made resistanc r and have not. My tenants arc quiot i r their homes, and only my servants al n present. Father Carey is not hero nor i - the house, This is Baldwin Moor, III . steward, but beg for him your espccii O offices, since ho has done nothing save $ my command"
 t Sir Anthony, believe me that will d $ all can, " the sheriff responded gravel, d but
 }. But to Set at naught the queens prot 6 lamation and Order" struck in thir l, voice harshly-it was Sir Thomas Gr Q illc's-"and she but a month on tt y throno! For shaT<2, Sir AnthonyI