Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1897-08-21

1ERES YOUR MANg
And shameless 1t is you call me?" she con-
tinued with feverish rapidly. Shameless?
Have you not sent me out into the streets
a hundred times, and close on midnight,
and not a thought or care what would
happen to me. SO long as your letter went
safe! Have you not sent me, where to be
taken was to be jailed and whipped, and
not a thought of pity. or what life it was
Tor girl? Have you not done this and
riore.' she continued. breathless with pas
sion. And more? And yet you take praise
shameless?"
She paused and gave him room to speak
but though he put on show of buster, it
was evident her violence alarmed him
odds name, and what Is all this?' he
said. What ails the girl? What has set
you up now, you vixen?'
Your she cried vehemently. 'You and
your trade
We'll" he said. with snort of sullen
onableness, land what Is the matter
with the trade? What is wrong with the
trade, 1 say? I'll tell you this my lass
You would live badly without it,"
Il would live honestly" she cried. "And
as my father livedr'
You drab!' he cried. Leave that
alone"
At that, and when, Judging from the
tone of his voice, 1 expected him to break
out with fresh oaths and curses there
was instead an astonishing silence, which
fell for me at an unfucky moment, for
forgetting, in my desire to see as we'll as
hear. the risk l ran. 1 had crept down the
stairs. and now lacked but a pace of see
ing into the room. The noise ceasing,
dared neither take that step nor retreat
and 1t was only when the silence had con-
tinued SO long that curiosity overcame
fear that ventured the advance, and look
Ing In saw that the girl, her fire and fury
gone, was leaning against the wall beside
the hearth. her face averted, while Fer
81 son himself, in an attitude Of detection
scarcely less marked. stood near her, his
head bowed and his blood-shot eyes fixed
on the fire.
"Ay. he lived honestly, your father" he
l grant 1t. But he had fair wind, had
Alan. and short course. and If he had
lived to be sixty. God knows! We are
what we are made. l mind him well, and
the burn we fshed and the pickle things
We took out. and your mother that played
with us in her Guilty sark, and not a shoe
between US or a bodle of money, but the
green hills round us, and all we knew Of
the world, that it lay beyond them. And
that was all your father ever knew, my
lass. And we'll for him! Ay, well for him
But woes me and woe to the man who
took my living, and woe to the evil kIngr'
His voice was beginning to rise; in
moment he would have reached his usual
pitch Of denunciation, Of which even now
some of his many writings afford pale re-
Election; but at the word king there came
sharp knocking at the door. and he
paused. For me. turned in a panic, and,
needless what noise 1 made. I hurried up
the stairs. The steps creaked under me-
but fortunately the knocking was repeated
so quickly and persistently that 1t covered
the sound Of my flight, and before 1 had
more than ensconced myself in the old
place Ferguson. doubtless in obedience to
some signal, was at the door and had OPEN
ed 1t.
Immediately half a dozen men poured
noisily in, breathing hard and growing in
low tones, and passed into the room below.
But until the outer door was closed and
secured nothing l could CATCH though fear
sharpened my ears. was said. Then, as
Ferguson went in after them, one of the
a question and cried with a rafting oath.
What is up? What is up old fox? Why.
all Is up! And we'll all swing for it before
the month Is over If we cannot clear out
tonight You are a clever one, Mr.. Fer
guson. but you are caught this time with
better men. Godi If 1 had the sneak here
that peached on US I would cut his liver
out! l would
Two or three voices Joined into the same
tune and drowned his words one asking
where Prendergast was, another where
Porter was, a third INDUCING in threats so
horrid and blasphemies SO profane that 1
turned cold where I crouched. 1 began to
understand what had happened and NV
situation: but that nothing might be spared
me, Ferguson. In a quayering voice that
proved all was news to him. asked again
THE Blues are moved" cried three or
four at once. They were marching out
when we left The guards at Kensington
are doubled. and the orders for the king 8
hunting tomorrow are cancelled They were
hurryfng to and fro calling the council
when we came away, and messengers were
beginning to go round the taverns They
have seized the horses at the King OF Boz
hemia's Head"
But is 1t certainr' Ferguson asked. with
break in his voice.
"Ay, as certain as that we shall hang
II we do not get over" was the brutal an
swer.
"And the captainY"
II have been at his lodgings. He has not
been heard of since noon. He ordered his
horse then, and they say took the road:
and hell to 1t. If that is so. he Is half way
to France by this. And safe! Safe, you
rats.'
"Ay we'll go farther than France!' one
shrieked. las for me am OF. shall
mo, by God. you don'tr' cried another:
and flung himself. as it seemed to me, be-
tween him and the door. you don't go
and sell the rest of US. and save your own
neck. You"
Where is Porter" third struck in.
cay. and Prendergast?"
"They are not here! Nor Sir william!
Nor Friend! So what Is the good of talk
ing like that!'
"He win make fat hang. will Sir VIII
nam!' said one with q hysterical laugh.
TT will cure his goutr'
At that, one Of the others cried with
| furious oaths for liquor; and judged that
Ferguson gave them OF his hollands. Blu:
1t was little among SO many. and was gone
| I'm q moment. and they calling for more
There IL q keg upstairs" said he I'm
| the back room. But get Il for yourselves.
nav. nsyed tSs s no mat should
They laughed recklessly, savage nots