Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1897-07-24
"SHREW SBUR
BY STANLEY J. WEYMAH.
Copyrighted. 1897. by Stanley ]. Weyman.)
Continued From Last Saturday.

Copyrighted. 1897. by Stanley J. weyman)
Continued From Last Saturday.
was so engressed with watching on that
side and taking every one who looked to-
ward me for an informer that 1t was with
kind of shock that 1 found my two
friends had grown In the course Of their
conference to three. nor had 1 more than
discovered this before the newcomer left
the other two and sauntcred up to me.
'Oh. an he said. carelessly. and who do
you say" and there stopped staring In
my face. and then. BY heavens. it is!' he
cried.
BY this time / was something astonished.
and more amazed. and answered with spir-
it-though he was a hard-bitten man. with
the air of soldier gamester. to whom
ordinarily l should have given the wall
that i was merely a messenger and knew
nothing of the matter on which L was
there. nor for whom they took ME.
His face. which for second or two had
blazed with excitement. fell, and when 1
had done speaking he laughed.
Don't you?' he said.
NO said I. mot groat"
so it seems he said again. as If that
settled 1t. We'll. then, what is your
name?-'
Charles Taylor 1 answered.
And you come from that old rogue.
Ferg-R. F.. l mean?"
Yes
Well then. you can go back to him." he
said ,iisnissing with nod. "Or wait.
Did yJti i.;.o~ that gentleman. my friend?"
'Wi:i-a? said l.
TIE al one"
lot from ADAM, | said.
e ID Then there is no need you
should" he answered. coolly. SO go. and
dc you tell that old fox to lie close. He
WIS never i'll anything yet but he spoiled
1t. Tell him to lie close and keep his brag-
gfns tongue quiet if he And now be
off Will explain.
1t needed no second bidding. but before
the words We're well cut of his mouth was
across the square on the market side.
where Their" were no lights: thence. skirt
ing the garden of Bedford House. | made
my way into the Strand and home by a
pretty direct route. The farther | left the
men behind me. however. the higher rose
my curiosity. 50 that by the time l reached
Bride lane and had climbed the stairs to
my garrett | was agaDc to know more, and
for once in my life was glad TO find the
old plotter in my room. Nor was it with
out satisfaction that to his eager question
You gave the note to the gentleman?' l
answered shortly that l had given it to
three
To three he exclaimed. starting up in
@ fury You id cur. if you have betrayed
me- What 80 you mean?'
only that / did what you told me-"
answered, Sullenly. at which he sat down
again Il gave it TO the gentleman. but he
had two with him
The more to hang him. he sneered
quickly recovering himself. And what did
he say
Very little. Nothing that 1 remember
But the two with him.
"Ay?''
''One of them said. Tell the old fox or
the old rogue. for he called you both. to lie
close Ard he added" / continued spite
giving me- courage. that you had hitherto
spoiled everything you had been in Mr.
Ferguson"
At that DO not think that l ever saw a
man in such a rage. Fortunately he did
not turn it on me. but for two or three
minutes lie cursed and swore. bit things
and foamed at the mouth. trampled on mis-
wig and ragged Up and down like nothing so
much as a mailman. while the impreca-
tons he uttered against his enemies were
so horrible | feared to stay with him. At
length 1t seemed TO occur to him that the
man who could send such a message to
him. Ferguson. the great Ferguson, the
Ferguson with a thousand guineas on his
mead, must be very great man. indeed.
winch, while ii conSolsd him in some meas
ure. excited his curiosity in another and
inordinate degree. He FASTENED to put to
ME number of questions as: What were
the two like? And did the one pay the
other respect? And how were they dressed?
And had either a ribbon or star And
though in answer | could tell him no more
than that the youngest was extremely tall
and slight. under thirty and of easy car
rage and bearing. and in appearance the
leader. 1t was enough for him: he presently
cried out that he had it. and slapped Lis
thigh. Cad 1t is Jamie Churchill" he
cried. Its Berwick, stop my vitals. He
had a villainous French accent had he
not?''
Something of the kind 1 answered.
Adding with as much of sheer as l dared
'1f it was not Scoth one. SIR
He took the gibe and scowIeI at me-he
spoke always like a Sawney himself. and
could never pass for English. but in mis-
pleasure AZ the discovery he had made he
let the word pass.
See. man. he said there are fine times
coming 1t il like Monmouth's day over
again. I'll warrant Hunts down in the
Marshes is like a penny ferry with their
coming over. The fat is fairly in the fire
now. and ii do not SINCE little hook
noses wig for him I'll hang for it, lie is
d better than his father. is Jamie:
aye. the very same figure of a man that
his cold-bloofei, grease-yCur- boots and
sell-yOu-fOr-a-groat uncle was at his age.
SO Jamie Is over. Well. we'll: and If We
know precisely where ne was and where he
lies nights. there are two ways about IT.,
Ee-gSt'' old rogue falling first