The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1897-08-01
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by STANLEY j. wEYMAN.
0epvrtoAs 1897 bp stanisv }. wsy-aa,s
CHAPTER xvlI.-coSrruED.

= understand. my lady. that you arc saying
things which arc not fitting for mo to hear"
the man answered In a tone Of cold displeasuro.
'NThe King, thank God, is well. When he ails
n win be time to talk Of his Succession"
at will DO u little late them" sho retorted.
EN- the mean time. and to please me-
MADAM, AM Thing elsci"
"You have not yet heard what ! propose"
she cried shrilly. ITO please mo act your hand
20 q note which ! will seo safely delivered In
the proper quarter, promising nothing In the
Kings lfetime-therei-but only that in the
event Of his death you viii support q restorn-
tion."
81 cannot do IT," he answered.
"rwhy mott You have done as much before"
abe rejcincd with hoat.
at may be; and been forgiven by tho bost
master man ovoc had!"
"who feels nothing torgives easily" she
mecred.
But not twice." he said gravely. 9TH
King"
(which Kingt"
'"Tho only King I acknowledge he answered
unmoved. HE knows, believe me. far moro
than you give him credit for: and 1t were well
n your friends bethought them Of that before
II be too late. He has winked at much and for.
givon more-no one knows it better than but
no 10 not blinded. and there is n point, madam.
beyond which he can he as stendfas. to punish
as your King. And II Sir John Fcnwick. who
I know we'll, 10 In England"
But at that she cut him short In a passion
which l DOUBT not she had curbcd as long az It
was in her impetuous nature to curb anything.
odds my life!' she cried, and at tho sound Of
her voice uplifted in a shrek of anger. the wo-
mar listening beside me raised her face to mine
and smiled cruel triumph. odds my life,
your King and my King! Kings indeed! Why,
manikin, how many Kings do you think there
arei By Cd. Master Charles, you will learn
ono Of these days that there is but one King,
sent by God; one King. and no moro, and that
his yea and nay are life and deathi You fool,
you'll l tell you you are trembling on the edge,
you are lettering! A day. a week. a month. at
most, and you fall. unless you clutch at the
chance Of safety l offer you'll Sign the note!
Sign the note, man. No one but the King aud
Middleton shall krow of it, and when tho dry
comes, as come It will, it shall avail you"
Mower. madam; never" was the cod an;
voliey Of abuse; but In the midst OF these. and
while she still ragged, my companion, satisfied,
sured that her lady would not get her way,
twitched my sleeve, and softly taking up tho
l no1hiins s'S losth 10 an as'0 r ss Gei1te the her small Hl's Snee:
room BY which l had entered. found the man
When they had whispered together, I'll SEQ
you home, Mr.. Taylor" saia he, somewhat grim
ly. And tomorrow I will call and talk husi-
ness. What We want you to do Is a very simple
matter"
1T is simply that my lady's son is a fooli'
the woman cried snappishly.
call M my Lord d s ialS; sSml!1D hiatt" should hardly
The woman screamed and clapped her hand to
Der mouth, You ~babbling IDIOT she cried.
"You have let It out"
He stood gaping. Good Lordl" he eaid.
"You have let 1t out with q vengeance nowi-
abe repeated furiously.'
He looked foolish; and at last, "Ho did not
hear" he said.
Heart He heard, unless he Is deafi' she re-
torted. You may lay your account with that.
For mo, III leave you. You have done the mis-
chief and may mend it"