Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1897-07-10
"SHRE WSBURY. "
BY STANLEY ]. WBYMAN.
Copyright. 1897. by Stanley J. weyman)
Continued From Last SATURDAY..

Continued From Last Saturday.
II should be sorry to deny the last, Sir
Winston" his companion answered, smil-
Ing. for whom at the moment. blind bat as
was, I had no eyes. seeing in him only a
handsome youth. two or it might be three
years older than myself, whereas I hung
on the justices nod. "But here Is your
case" he continued. turning to us and
speaking in a pleasant voice.
And a hard case one of them Is" the
Justice answered. JOLLY. as he turned to
US and singled out the constable. THAT Is
you. DYSON he exclaimed. Zone Of those
i have been telling you of. my lord. A
psalm singer in the troubles sergeant In
Lord Gray's regiment, and ran away, with
better men than himself. at Cropredy
Bridge. Today he damns a whig. and goes
to bed drunk every 18th of May"
Having good example. your honor"
the constable answered, grinning.
Aye. to be sure. And why don't you
turning to the schoolmaster. But CROP
cared you were and crop-eared you are:
one of Shaftesbury's brisk boys. my lordi
And ought to be fined for a ranter every
Monday morning, IL all had their deserts!"
Then am afraid that your theory does
not apply to him, Sir Winston" the young
man said with smile. Here is one
martyr already. and If one martyr. why
not many?
Martyr" the Justice answered. with
half dozen oaths. He? No one less!
He goes to church as you and 1 do, and
does not smart to the tune of a penny!
1t Is true he pulls a solemn face and abb
hors mince pies and plum pudding. But
why? Because he keeps a school, and the
righteous. or what are left of them, who
are just such hypocrites as himself. resort
Unto his company with boys and guinens!
Resort unto his company. Ell. d." the
Justice repeated gleefully. THAT is the
phrase, isn't 1t? oh. 1 have chopped Scrip
ture with old Noll in my time. And so
he'll damn the wings and turn Tantivy
Or abhorrer. or something that does. And
so it is with all; they are loyal. Never
Were Englishmen SO loyal, but what are
they to? Themselves. my lord
Yet there are wings who do not keep
schools. said the young lord, after
hearty laugh.
.'Ay, my lord. and why?" Sir Winston
answered. in high good humor. Because
We are all trimElers to the wind, but some
trim too late and some too soon. And
those are your wings. Never you turn
WING. my lord. whatever you do, or you
will die in Dutch garnet. like Tony Shifts
bury, And if any one could have made
whiGgery pay nowadays he would have.
Here's his health, but 1 doubt he is in hell
these eight months"
And Sir Winston. going to the table.
filed and drank off a bumper of claret.
Then filled again. THE king-God bless
him3is not very well. I hear" said he;
give you another toast. His highness'
health and confusion to all who would
exclude him. And now what is this BUSH
ness, Dyson. Who is the lad? What
has he been doing?"
The constable began to explain, but be-
fore he had uttered many words the bar
onet. whose last draugh: had more than a
little muddled him. cut him short. "Oh.
come to me tomorrow he said "Or stay.
You are in the commission for this county,
my lord?''
Il am. but 1 have not acted" the young
Gods sakes but you shall act now,
Burglary, is it? Broke and entered, Ell?
Then that is hanging matter. and a
hound should always he bloodei. i am off,
do it,
And the justice lurched out of the win
dow SO quickly, rot to say unSteadily that
he was gone before his companion could
demonstrate. The young lord, thus aban-
doned. looked at first at a ronplus and
seemed more than half inclined to follow
But, changing his mind. and curious. am
willing to believe. to hear the case of a
prisoner so much out of the common as /
must have appeared. he turned to u.s. ard
adopting certain stateliness. which came
easily to him even then, told the constable
he would hear him.
Then 1t was that. hanging fer my life on
the signs Of intelligence that from time to
time fell from him and lifted the con-
stable out OF the slough OF Verbiage in
which he f1oundered, / dared again to hope
and noting with eyes sharpened by terror
the cast of his gravely handsome features,
and the curve of mouth sensitive as a
woman's, yet wondrously under control
saw prospect of life. For a time indeed,
i had nothing more substantial on which
to build than such signs. so damning
seemed the tale that branded me as taken
In the act and on the scene of my crimes
But when the young peer. after cycling me
seriously. asked IL they had found money
on me. and the constable answered no. and
my lord retorted. Then where was it?''
and got no answer. and again when he in
quired as to the lock the door and the
height of the window. and who had aided
me to enter. and learned that a girl was
suspected and no ore else, felt the blood
beat hotly in my head, and mist come be-
fore my eyes.
IAN accomplice, Pooh. there must be an
accomplish" quoth he
THE girl, may IL please your lordship."
the constable answered
THE girl? Then why should she leave
him be taken? How did he enter?'
by a ladder. it is supposed, my lord"
ut is supposed?'
Yes. my lord
But, ladder or no ladder, why did she
leave him.
The constable scratched his head. per