Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1897-09-04

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found it relief to be silent about him.
to cope with him. and with the fears suf-
ficiently poignant. which his memory
awakened, the result being that, with pros
poets more favorable and a future better
assured than I had ever imagined would
be mine. or than any man of my condition
had a right to expect, 1 still found this
drop of poison in my cup. 1t was not
enough that all things-and my patron
favoring me, sank easily into the position
Of his privy clerk, that 1 retained that ex-
cellent room in which 1 had first been
placed, that I found myself accepted by
the household as a fact-so that never a
man saved from drowning by a strand had
a right to praise his fortune as had: nor
that the wind from every quarter SEEM
Ing at the same time to abate, the prison.
ers went for trial, and nothing said of me.
while Ferguson, of whose completely no
legal proof could be found lay in prison
under the suspension Of the habeas corpus.
and kept silence; nor even that note came
from Mary, ostensibly from Denkirk and
without compromising me. informed me of
her safety. 1t was not enough. 1 say, that
each and all of these things happened be-
yond my hopes. for in the midst of my
prosperity, whether 1 stood writing at my
lords elbow in the stiffness of the stately
library, OF moved at ease through the cor
rtdor, greeted with respect by my fellow
servants, and with civility by all, l was
alike haunted by the thought and terror of
Smith, and the knowledge that at any mo-
ment the conspirator might appear to hurl
me from this paradise. The secrecy which
l had maintained about him doubled his
power, even as the and luxury i'm
which lived presented in darker and foul
er celors the sordid scenes and perils
through which 1 had waded to this emf
hence. and into which. too, unless l was
mistaken, his return might plunge me
again.
Chapter XXXIH.
1 think that 1 had spent a week, or 1t
might be more, in this situation of mingled
ease and torment, when on coming down
one morning after hag-ridden night, l
heard a stir in the hall, and, going that
way to learn what it meant, met the serv-
ants returning in a crowd from the front
and talking low about something Martin,
who was foremost. cried: "Ha. you are too
late! And then drawing me aside into a
little den he had beside the passage They
have taken him to the Office" he said
But, lords sakes. Mr.. Price" he con-
tfnued lifting up his lips to EXPRESS his
establishment, who would have thought it?
Her ladyship will be In taking, / hope
that there may be no more in it than APP
pears"
I'm what?' said 1.
I'm this arrest he answered, cycling me
with meaning, and then softly closing the
door on US Il hope it may end there
You forget" l cried, with irritation
that l know nothing about it! What ar
rest? And who is arrested?"
Mr.. Bridges man of business"
What Mr.. Bridges?' 1 cried
Lord, MIR. Price, have you no wits?" he
answered, staring at me. My lords
mothers husband. The countess. to be
sure! You must know Mr.. Smith,
1t needed bo,
without the name We might have gone on
at cross-purposes for an hour But the
name-the world held only one Smith for
me. and he. 1t seemed. was arrested
He was arrested, 1t was with the great
est d1ffculty that l could control my ioy.
r fortunately the little cub where We stood
was in-ilghted, and Martin a man too
mcch taken up with his own consequence
to be overobscrvant of his companions.
sun To- moment / was perfectly over
come. the effervescence of my spirits SUCH
mat could do nothing but lean against the
wan CT the room, my heart bounding with
JOY and my head singing a paean of fubiIa
ton. Smith was taken, Smith was i'm th,.
hands of justice! Smith was arrested, and
l was free.
The first rapture past however. / began
to doubt. partly because the news seemed
to be too good to be true. and partly be-
cause, though Martin had continued In
babble. 1 had heard not a word. wild
therefore, to have the thing confirmed i
cut him short and crying, But what Mr..
smith Is 1t do you say? Who is hep" l
brought him back to the point at which
he had left me.
Why. Mr.. Price" he answered: II
thought every one knew Mr. Smith Mr.
smith on, Mr: Bridges factotum, land stew
ard. what you will. He married the count
esS fne madame-nadame they called her
In the household, though she is no French
th1ng. but Hertfordshire born. as l knew
by her speech, when my lord first took up
with her. But not every one knows that
When my lord took up with herr"
SAID, cropping among half-recognized OBJ
come through the least chink-to see day.
MI Martin nodded confidcntially. That |
Is now she came to be with my lady" he |
SAID. And Mr.. Smith. too! My lord |
met her somewhere when he was young |
ana gay and took up with her. and to |
please her got the place fer Mr.. Smith, who |
had been her flame before. However. my |
lord soon tired of her, for though she was |
beauty she had common ways and was |
Gold as brass: so when he parted from her |
she went back to her old love, who had !
first made her the mode: and married him. |
L nave heard that my lord was In a pretty
taking when he found her planted at the |
countess. But 1 have nothing to say |
against her.
Does my lord see her now?" I said. with
an effort.
When he does he looks pretty black at |
her; And I fancy that there is no love lost |
What did you saw that-thev CALLED bar %, |
I asked.
Observation-Disclosures Monterey"
remembered where 1 had heard the
name before and who had borne it: and saw
so much light that 1 was dazzled. And |
my lords mother-who married Mr.. Bird
ges? She is papist?'
Hush! he said. 1.-The less said about
SUCH things the better, Mr.. Price,
But / persisted. 1T was she who ran off |
with my Lord Buckingt am in King Charles
time, cried, and held his horse while
he killed her husband, And who had Mr.
killigrew stabbed in the streets, and
In a panic he clapped his hand On my
mouth. God, man." he cried, do you
Know where you are, or is your head turn
ed? DO you think that this house is fit
place to give tongue to such things? Lord.
you Will be but a short time here. and to
I he pillory when you go. if you throw your
tongue that way! l have not blabbed as
much In twenty years, and would not for
kingdom! Who are you to talk of such
as my lady?"
CTo be continued)
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