Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-03-23

Ton cannot pass them. Incy arc n dozen or murc and armed. Quick! Knot this about thv Lars. IL k no Errat depth to tho bottom, and the ground is soft from tho rain.
 Sho turv as she spoke the cuvoSlrt from the lNt. and twisting 1t into a kind of rolr hell rd me Ia secure onc corner of 1t about tnr window har 'Whvn you aro down.. she whispered, keep along tho wall Ia the right until you come to a hay stack. Turn tu the left thrr,-you will have tu fyrd the watCr-aud you will sOun hr cl,3r nf thu town. l.nuk about you then and you will Sco horSv track, which leads [" Elstrr. running in a limo with the London mad. but a mile from 1t and through the words, At ElStr,V any path tu the left will take you Ia Barnet and mot tw" milrN lest
 Heaven ll,>, Nuu'' l said. turning from thr gloom. the dark shy and driN ing scud withuut tn peer gratefully at her. 'li'A\"n 'l' = N0u for a g"'d wuInan!'
 "And Gud krvp You for d hnuny hoy,' she whispered.
 kissed her. forcing into her hands-a thing the rcnrmhrancc of which Is very . pleasant tu me la this day-my last piece of gold.
 \ moment more, and I stood unhurt, but almost up to my knees in mud, in an alley bounded on both sides as far as could sco hy blind walls. Stopping only to indicate hy low whistle that l was safe. turned and sped away as fast as could run in the direction which sho had pointed out. There was no one abroad, and in n shorter timc than had expected found myself outside the town. travel ing over n kind of moorland tract bounded in tho distance by woods
 Herr picked up the horsc track easily enough, and without stopping, save for a short hrCnthinR space, hurried along 1t to gain tho shelter Uf the trees. So far so good. l had reason to ho thankful. But my case was still an indifTcrrnt ono. Moro than onrC in getting out of the town had slipped and fallen. was wet through and plaStcrcd with dirt owing to thcSc mishaps, and my clothes wcro in a wooful plight For d time excitement kept mo up however. and made good way, warm cd by the thought that had again hafllcd the great bishop. It was only when tho day had come and grown on to noon, and saw no sign of any purSucrs, that thought got tho upper hand.
 Then began tn compare, with some bitterness of feeling, my present condition wet. dirty and homclrss-with that which l had enjoyed only week before and it needed all my courage to support mo. Skulking, half famiShrd, between Barnet and T";trnhAm, often compelled t0 Cruuch Tn ditrlrS or behind walls while traN rlrrS went by, and liable each instant tn have tu leave tho highway and take to my heels, had leisure to feel, and I did feel, moro kcenly, l think, that afternoon than at any later time, the bitterness of fortune l cursed stephen Gardiner a dozen times and dared not lot my thoughts w 9nr fD nv hRF I had said haF would build my house afresh. We'll truly l was building it from the foundation.
 It added very much to my misery that 1t raincd all day cold, half frozen rain. Tho whole afternoon spent in hiding. shivcrinS and shaking, In hole under q ledge near Tottenham, being afraid to gc into London before nightfall lest I should be waited for at tho gate and be captured Chilled and brdragSled as was and weak through want of food, which I dared not go out to bag. the terrors of capture got hold of my mind and presented to mo onC by one every horrible form of humiliation tho stocks, the pillory, tho cart tail-sC that even Master Pritchard. could he hay, seen mo and known my mind, might have piticd mo; 90 that loatho to this day thC hours spent in that foul hiding place BCtwCon a mans best and worse there i. little but a platter of food.
 | The way this was put an end to l wei remember. An old woman came into tho field where lay hid to drive homo a COW had had my eyes on this COW for at least an hour, having made up my mind tC milk 1t for my own benefit as soon as tho dusk fell. In my disappointment at see ing it driven of and also out of desiri to learn whether the old damo might not be going to milk it in n corner of the pas turc, in which casc l might still get ar after taste, crawled so far out of my hol, that turning suddenly. she caught sight of me. l expected to sec her hurry off bu shc did not. She took long look anC then came back toward mo, making. how ever as 1t seemed to me, as if she did no see me. When sho had como within n few feet of me, sho looked down abruptly, anC i, our eyes met, What she saw in mine . can only guess In hers read a divine , pity. "Oh. poor lad!' shc murmurod , "Oh. you poor. poor lnd!" and thero wer, , tears in her voice.
 , was so wCak-it was almost 24 hour since had tasted food, and I had como 2. , { miles in the timo-that at that brok, , l down and cried liked a child.
 learned later that the old woman tool | ule for just the same person for whom tn, bailiff at St. Albans had mistaken me, , young apprentice named Hunter who haI |, | got into trouble about religion and was a this time hiding up and down the coun try, Bishop Bonner having clapped his fn ther into jail until tho son should como tt hnp1 Rrr Efp1 hnarf Erax., ,,> .11.