Omaha daily bee., 1899-12-17

back and compounded a stout RUNNER OK
strong waters, the which, when the minis
ter had slipped at awhile, the power OF
speech returned to him, and he litter up his
hands to heaven and rolled his eyes.
Let the doors be barred. the windows
looked to, for a man OF blood goes about
the house this night. Almost he had made
an end OF me. but mercifully his hand has
withholden and l escaped like bird out OF
! the fowler's snare"
Speak plain, man" said my grand
father; 'iwho or what molested you?"
! The minister feebly waved hand to in
, innate that he would speak more as he
could and presently with many fallings away
and applications to the RUNNER, he began
to tell his tale.
! LAS l came back by the fir plantation,
after leaving behind me the house of the
! faithfully, l came upon Philip Stansneld
in the way with a drawn sword in hia
hand.
Dog cried he in a terrible voice,
| down on your marrow bones dog Ye have
! mumbled too many indulgences Ye shall
have none from me. Tell me what ye did
in my wife's house at this time Of night.
Oh nay, lie not to me. That will not serve
you. l know the way OF your cloth with
I female saints. Out with 1t, dog, or by the
DEVILS dice box l Will forthwith disem-
bowel you with this sword
so, seeing him thus urgent to keep the
peace / gat down on my knees and told
him all.
"Bides Umphray spurway at the great
house this night?" he asked me-
81 told him that / knew not as to that,
adding that | was a poor son of the kirk
nd hat I lnnlY to, fp
What moneys have ye cozened from the
old greyhound this week?" he cried. Out
with it! Empty your pockets!'
81 told him tina, had not on me the value
of one doit, but that he was welcome to my
poor prayers. At this he laughed a wicked,
ribald laugh. Poor prayers indeed, he said,
spurning me painfully with his foot; "a
cowards prayers are poor prayers indeed!
Rise up brave saint! Go to your patron
and bid him prepare for longsh journey.
My service to the cloth weaver. My hlial
duty to my honored father!'
with that the young man laughed and
went out of my sight. with the naked sword
yet over his shoulder and so, rising up, I
ran hither so soon as the blood came back
to my heart"
You hear. Umphray?" said Sir James.
looking across at the Englshman
Il will go seek Master Philip" said the
man from Yorks, taking out his pistols and
bending them in his hand.
Still do | remember that procession down
the long passage to the outer door, my
grandfather leading the way with a candle
in Il great eilyer candlestiCk Then came
Umphray the EnglIshman, his face grim and
set, striding on with his heavy football. Be-
hind him again were the minister and my
self, fearful, ! trow, to go, but still more
fearful or being left in the parlor alone.
l mind the shooting Doc kof the bolts one
by one, the swinging noise OF the hinges.
the widening OF the black crack when the
door opened and the night looked In, the
expectation In my heart that / should see
the face of ieud look out Of the black
ness. Then ! heard Umphray stride down
the steps. My grandfather's candle shone
mi>cant on a stretch of white, glstening
snow, over which the wind moaned Then
the heavy door changed the bolts were shot
and Sir James turned and found me at his
feet.
He gave a little start at sight OF me.
Philip" he said, in a strange tone, my
boy Philip"
Then, with long sigh, he added "And
now he seeks my life
In little he recalled his mind from the
past in which It had been wandering.
you must tot bed instantly" he said;
there is a fire in the blue room. II Is next
TO mine, so you will not be feared to be
alone Tonight you shall lodge there and
tomorrow--we will bend you back ~
your mother. Good night to you, Master
Bell-ths way. son Philip"
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