The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1895-11-02
the STORY or
FRANCIS CLUDDE

BY STANLEY D. wEYMAs.


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The priest again shook he head and
SMILED family nt thu oatyod roof llis col
leagues wcru perhaps somewhat moved in
my favor. Tor % few words passed between
them However in the end They shook
u,uit heads, and the president mechanical
ly asked mo % ! bad anything further ~
say.
Nothinei" l replied bitterly The &c
cicsiastic's cynical hcudlossnoss his air Of
one whose mind l. made up, seemed ~
cruel 10 me whose life was nj stake, that
lost patience Except what have said,
/ continued, that Tor tho wuuuding 81
was done in error, and Tor the gate sciz
ing, | would do II again 10 save the lives
vt those with me. only that and this
that l am foreigner ignorant VI your
Language ana customs, dDsiring only TO
pass peacefully through your country
THAT is ally the president asked I'm.
passively.
AN" l answered, yet with strange
Tightening at my throat Was 90 alli All
| could say for my lifeS
was waiting, sore and angry and dcs.
pcratu, 20 hear the sentence, when there
came an interruption. Master Lindstrom.
whose presence at my side l had forgot
ten, broke suddenly into a torrent Of i'm
FASHIONED words, and bis urgont voice,
ringing through the court, seemed in y
moment TO change Its aspect-to infuse
into Il some degree of life and sympathy.
More than one cultural exclamation,
which seemed 10 mark approval, burst
from the throng at the back Of the hall.
In another moment indeed, the Dutch
mans courage might have saved me, but
there was one who marked the danger.
The subdean, who had at first only glow
cred at the speaker IN rude establishment,
now cut him short with a harsh question.
"One moment, Master Dutchman!' he
cried. Are you one Of the heretics who
call themselves ProtestantsP'
Il am. But / understand that there Is
here liberty Of conscience our friend an
swered manfully, nothing daunted in his
foryor at finding the attack turned upon
himself
THAT depends upon the conscience, %
the priest answered, with scowl. I'VE
will have no Anabaptists here nor foreign
praters to bring us into feud with our
neighbors. II is enough that such men az
you are allowed to live. We will not be
bearded by you. SO take warninRi Take
heed, / say, Master Dutchman and be 81
lent" he repeated, leaning forward and
clapping his hand upon the table.
touched Master Lindstrom's sleeve
who would Of himself have persisted, and
staid him. 1T is Of no use b" / muttercd
THAT dog In "a crochet has condemned
me. He will have his wayl"
There was short debate between the
three judges, while in the court you might
have heard a pin drop. Master Lindstrom
had fallen back once more. ] was ALONE
again, and the stained window seemed "a
be putting forth its mystic influence Il
infold me, when, looking up, l saw tiny
shadow fit across the soft, many hued
rays which streamed from it athwart tn,
roof 1t passed again, once, twice, thrice
pcored upward intently. IL was swal
low flying TO and fro amid the carved
work.
Yes, swallow, and straightway for
got the judges, forgot the crowd. Tn,
| scene vanished, and / was at Cotton Enc
ngain, giving Martin Luther the nest fol
| Petronilla, a sign, as / meant II then, thai
should return. l should never return
now. Yet my heart was ON sudden 81
softened that, instead Of this reflection Civ
ing me pain, as one would have expected
It only filled me with great anxiety Il
provide for the event. She must not wal
and watch for me day after day, perhap
year after year. / must sec to it somehow
and was thinking with such intentnos
Of this that 1t was only vaguely hearI
the sentence pronounced. 1t might hav
been some other person who was TO be be
headed at the east gate an hour bofor
noon. And 80 God save the dukei