Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1897-07-17

perfunctorily draw the curtain-and the
flash, the report the cry. the mad struggle
up and down the room which would follow.
So strong was this impression that
though 1 had been waiting minutes for it,
when the summons came and a hand
struck my door, l could not at once find
voice to speak. The latch was up and the
door half open when l cried "Enter!" and
rose.
In the doorway appeared three or four
faces, a couple of lanterns, he'll high. and
a CLEAN of pike heads. Richard Price,
servant to Mr.. Bronze, newswriter," cried
one reading in a sonorous voice from a
paper.
well affected" answered a second-evi-
IDENTIFY the person In command. "Brome Is
a good man. 1 know him. No one hidden
here?''
NO" said. with a loudness and bold
ness that surprised me.
NO lodger?"
"Noner'
Right he answered. Good night, and
God save King William!"
"Ameny' quoth 1. and then. not before,
my knees began to shake. However, it no
longer mattered, for before l could believe
that the danger was over, they were gone
and had closed the door, and l caught
staggering laugh behind the curtain. Still,
they were on the stairs. l heard them
knock on the opposite door and troop in
there, and / caught the tones of a woman's
voice, young and fresh, answering them.
But in a minute they came out again, ap-
parently satisfied, and crowded down stairs
wherein the man behind the curtain
laughed again, and staggering out, Boab-
dill like. shook his fist with furious ges-
lures after them. Damn your King William
and you, too!' he cried with ferocious ex-
uitauon. "One of these days God will
and if God Will not, 1 will! Trot, for the
set of pudding headed, blind-eyed moles
that you are. Call yourselves constables!
But, as for you. my friend" he continued,
turning to me and throwing down his pis-
tol on the table, you have more spunk
than thought you had, and spoke up like
a gentleman of metal. There Is my hand
on it,''
My throat was so dry that 1 could not
speak, but l gave him my hand.
He gripped 1t and threw 1t from him
with boastful gesture, and, stalking to
the further side of the room and back
again: There cried ne. Now you can
say that you have touched hands with Fer
guson, the famous Ferguson, the Ferguson
on whose head 1909 gulneas have been set
Ferguson, the k.ngmaker, who defed three
kings and made three kings and will yet
make fourth. Fire and furies, do set
OF bcozing tipstaves think to take the mai
who outwitted Jeffreys and slipped through
kirke's lambs?
! stared at him in establishment, hearing
who he Was. but in establishment the more
largely leavened with fear and hatred in
asmuch as l knew the reputation he en-
joyed and both what he had done and OF
what he was suspected. That in all his
adventures and intrigues he had borne a
charmed life, and where Sidney and Russell
Argyle and Monmouth, Rumbold and Az
loffe had suffered on the scaffold had es-
capped sect free, was one thing and certain
but that men &C counted for this in strange
ways was another scarcely less certain
His enemies, and men, who were only so
Tar his enemies as they were the enemies
OF all that was most base In human nature
limited that in all his plots with Russell and
Monmouth.
Ayloffe he had played the traitor and
tempting men and inviting men to the glib
bet. had taken good care to go one step
further and by betraying them to secure
his own neck from peril.
Such was the man / saw before me- on
whose face. as IL heaven purposed to warn
his fellows against him. malignant passion
and an insane vanity were SO plainly
stamped that party spirit must have gone
lengths indeed before it rendered men
blind to his quality. A stumbling gait
seemed fitting conveyance for a gaunt
STOPPING figure so awkward and uncouth
that when he gave way to gesticulation he
seemed to be moved by wires; yet once he
looked askance at you. face and figure
were forgotten in the CLEAN of the eyes
that, treacherous and cruel, leered at you
from the penthouse of his huge, iIl-ffttiag
wig.
Nevertheless. confess that while 1 hated
and loathed the man, he cowed me- His
astride on my table. or stalking the floor,
ne gave way to his vanity. and. pouring
cut flood of ribald threats and imaxin-
ings. now limited at the fate which had
never failed to befall those who thwarted
him. now boosted Of his cunning and his
hundred intrigues. and now touched, not
obscurely. on some great design soon to be
executed His audacfty no less than his
irankness bewfidered me; for II he did no.
tell me all, he told me enough, were II true.
10 hang man. Yet L soon found that he
had method IN his madness; for while I
listened with shamefaced afr. hating him
and medttating informing against him the
moment was freed from his presence, he
suddenly turned on me with hideous grin,
and. thrusting the muzzle Of a pistol
against my temple, swore with endless
curses to Stay me X betrayed him.
You viii go to Bronze tomorrow, as usu-
a. ne said The whigsssh old dotard I
could pluck out his inwards,-and you will
say not one word of Mr. Ferguson, For
marx me. strrah Dick. alone or in conn
rany, shall be at your elbow. nor will all
Cults guards avail to save you. Do You