The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1897-12-30


And then was in love.
"Once in my ear did dangling hang
A little turtledove,
Once, in u word, was fool,
And then was in love.
elbow many fools among your" he
cried to the young gallants who had
gathered round him, and soon their i'm
pudent gibes and laughter resounded
through the place.
II never before saw Edward Cautley
even half way SOBER" said Peter, look
ing mystiled ut his companions
"And you know him?" asked Way
ling in harsh, excited whisper.
"Not as a friend. He was always
about the playhouse, but this month
past he has been in Boston, squandering
his last shilling, no doubt. He often
asked me to the coffee house with him,
but never agreed. In faith, he is we'll
nigh pauper and an evil fellow to
boot. TITS not good for ones reputation
to hold much converse with him."
IBID him come to your lodging to-
night" said Waylins eagerly. "Let
that be your first duty as my friend and
secretary. Unjust see that man for half
hour tonight Will you do this for me?"
Peter hesitated. The expression on
the Hindoo's face made him suspicious
Of treachery.
"There is some mystery here. What
may your reasons be for this strange re-
quest? What will you say-would do?"
asked Peter, very much troubled and
looking from one to the other.
"Tonight you shall know all, I prom
ise you. Will you CONSENT If not, the
present time will suit my purpose as
WE'LL" And he half rose from his seat.
Peter hesitated only second longer.
He found it impossible to resist Way
lings look and tone After an inward
struggle he gave the desired promise,
though he feared--he scarce knew what.
When Cautley had finished his third
tankard of ale. be left the place.
Follow him, Rao," whispered Way
ling to the Hindoo. mark where he
lives, but be careful he does not catch
glimpse Of you"
The Hindoo obeyed with alacrity, and
for some moments after his departure
his master remained buried in thought,
an expression of pain deepening around
his mouth. He lifted his head, and
meeting Peters plying eyes grasped
his hand firmly in silence.
us there no way can help your"
asked Peter.
"None Oh, the sight Of that man
has resurreoted my past, he said, stag
gering to his feet. Let us go out into
the air, or shall stife.
In another moment they were on the
street.
Where are you going now, Peter?"
Wayling asked when they had walked
short way in silence.
"The play begins at half an hour
after 6. 1t wants a quarter to the hour.
shall DO just in time. f"
"Why need you go there' You have
done with players life. Come, walk
about the town with me and let us
talk"
MAY, cannot" said Peter gently.
"There is no one to fill my place in the
play. But if you desire it will give
notice Of my leaving tonight.
"Be sure you do and make also oil
due arrangements at your lodging house
for hasty departure" said Wayling,
with ominous emphasis. 1--WE must sail
from New York OIL tho first vessel out
ward bound. One leaves for England
at dawn"
They arrived at the door Of the thea
ter on Nassau street.
"At what hour tonight will you be
ready for my visit?" asked Wayling.
"At II precisely. Do not knock.
Throw a pebble against the window,
and will come down and admit you
myself"
I Wayling held out his hand.
at may be on the morrow you will
not take my hand. Perhaps shall sail
without you at dawn" he said, a pa
thetic wistfulness in his voice and face.
"And yet know you will pity me, Pc
ter--aye, even though you condemn. At
II watch for me-"
With ali excited, troubled heart Pc
ter watched him go down the street I'M
til the darkness swallowed him.
"What strange things do his words
forecast?' he unused. II hope nothing
ill will como of this Yet feel l will
witness scene tonight may not soon
forget All, why did l consent? know
not to what evil doing l have pledged
myself. Ecod, I'll run after him and
tell him / cannot agree to blindly fol-
low his wishes. But, no." he muttered,
turning back again, "let come what
may 1t is too late now. shall keep
my word"
At II O'Clock Pearl street was as 81
lent as a street in deserted town.
Nothing could be heard but the distant
cry of the rattle watch as they told the
hour. An occasional light burned i'll an
upper window, but for the most part
all good New Workers were asleep. The
sky was yellow, the moon floating above
the dorMer windows peeped forlornly
from a mist, and dampness had crept
into the air which foreboded storm.
The Hindoo and his master walked
almost noiselessly along until they
stood before Peters house. In an upper
window the curtain was drawn aside
and candle burned on the window
sill.
"Give the signal, Rao," directed
Wayling.
The Hindoo picked up fragment o.
stone and threw it against the window
1t struck the glass clearly, family, lik'
the tick of clock. They saw Pete:
peer down for second, very pale ant
anxious, and in few moments ho soft
ly opened the door.
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