Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-02-17

! And dom a service bath to yourself, sir.
and to the laddes For what guild wad
| they haze done here, I wad like to KEN but
! only run ABBOTT the street and gotten them
| sells into mischief. Ye a public bene-
/ factor, Gregory. lad though We get nae
! thanks for It. But it's aye some comfort
| to get in the siller!" The provost reached
| for large key which hung on nail above
| the desk.
| lime kiln and see in whatna state thae ILL
| set looms hae left it, Cleaned wi besoms
and clauts it will need to be after them and
| their guests, To see the treasure ha, ha,
| Aye, money is the laddie that has seen
Morgan's treasure in my fathers auld lime
| kiln,
| ing with his face down and the pistol
! clutched stifily in his right hand as if he
| had killed himself. heard the sound of
| heavy footsteps approaching his prison
! house. With a hurried intake of the breath
he nerved himself for that which was be-
! fore him. His plan. thought out during the
| night. was to lie as if dead till his enemy
. should enter, then he would spring up and
| take his chance with his pistol. He had
| waited in vain all night long for the return
| of Philip Stansfield. Now his time was at
| hand.
Heard ye ere o. the Battle o. Mickle-
| hams coo? hummed the provost, under
| the flaps of whose wastcoat the choice
| spirit was pleasantly meandering; 'davert-
| what for hae they steekit a the bolts?
| Couldna they haze been content to lock the
| door decently to keep strangers DOT with
| DOT giein a body a this troube?'
| THE Balie o Mickiehams coo" inter-
| rupted itself while the provost fumbled an
| grfy at the rusty bolts. He had to stoop
| so low that, to say the least of it, the pos
| ture was unpleasant for man of his fig
ure, and undignified in the chief ma gistrate
| of so ancient borough
! But at that moment something still more
| undignfted happened. strong hand
| grfpped Gregory Partan ere he could rise
| to his feet. A forceful arm dragged him
within The keys were jerked from his
! hand. and he himself thrown into the cor
ner like bundle of rags. while Umphray
| Spurway. having secured the door, stood
| over the provost, pointing the barrel of
| Capt Stansfeld's pistol between a pair of
exceedingly astonished eyes.
/ AT first the prisoner fresh from the Hol-
/ lands and the glare of the bright morning
| was dazzled, and conceived that his own
| familiar "blakes and blackguards' had lift
| ed up their heel against him. He had al
| ways had an idea that they might hold him
to ransom.
And now. Philip stansfield," cried the
voice of the angry Englishman, with the
measure you mete 1T shall be measured to
you again. The words are your own
know not what i'll you have said or done
to that poor lady, your wife. But l do
know that you have not five minutes to
live. l will kill you with the very pistol
you put into my hands that l might blow
my brains out To your prayers, man. that
Is, If you have still any hope of the mercy
OF God to a villain such YOU are,''
''Nhat-eh. preserve us, What's this ava?
I'm no Philip Stansfield or ony siccan I'M
worthy Vagabond. I'm honest Gregory
Partan, provost O. this toon, comm de-
Gently Until my ain cellar, that was my
| fathers afqre me-honest man, he was
dean o Guild in his day, forbye deacon o.
| his craft An an honest man-as am this
! day, sac help me the ALMIGHTY Poo'er,''
Gregory Partan," cried Umphray Spur
| way. astonished, what are yau doing in
/ this place-where men have been throttled,
| bound, robbed and well-nigh done to death
! this night? l hold you responsible for all
. that has been transacted here this nightr'
''Cmphray Spurway," cried the provost,
| rising to his feet and cropping toward the
| Yorkshirenfan, surely ye Gamma think sic
| can thoots o me that has been your frien'
ever since We cam to this countryside. Ye
maun hae gotten a clour ABBOTT the croun
/ that will haze dung ye silly. But in. the
! name of fortune what brocht ye here?'
I Let US first get out of this place, and
! then, when 1 see daylight, l will reckon
| with you. Provost Partan.' said Umphray,
! grimly.
That will we and blythe" cried the pro-
! vost cheerily. Il was just comm my ways
! doom to get lippie or twa O. Hollands DOT
! o bit corner cupboard 1 haze here. Gin
/ We will join me- ye will max me prood."
| Il have work to do that will wait neither
| bite nor sup said Umphray, as he opened
| the door, and the two men came out into
/ the passage. Il must ask you to lend me
| your hat-this or another sir. We will
i settle the price again. The murderer and
parricide. Philip Stansfeld, was in this
| place last night, and he left me to proceed
! to his wife's house with the declared intent
| of committing murder"
! Phillip Stansfeld in Abercairn-mercy
| on US, He doesna want the confidence. 1t
! is a direct reflection on me. the provost o.
| the ceety. I'll summon the watch. I'll call
| DOT the train-bands. bod, I'll do mair nor
| that-11l come wi ye myself
| AS they passed through the mahogany
polish-scented study, Gregory Partan took
| his Sabbath hat of Its nail, and the two
men made their way rapidly to the little
| house in the vennel. All was still and
peaceful they passed in front of the
| doors. The windows were blinded, and
curiously belated air of night and sleep
| caused 1t to contrast with the open doors
and cheerful windows on either side. which
were crowded with faces interested in the
| movements of two such notable men.
! They went to my mothers door and tried
the latch. 1t was unlocked, and as they
entered and shut it behind them, the night
chill of an unopened house struck cold and
heavy upon them, Umphray Spurway
strobe with fearful heart from room to
| room. He clambered up the narrow stairs
| In half dozen bounds. Before every shut
| horrible fear lest lie should come on Some
sight too CHASTITY for human eyes. But all
! above was emptiness and stiffness, the dank
| sweat of night upon everything.
| He Numbered downstairs again to find the
! provost holding a steeple-crowned hat in
| his hand. He was smiling a little and
seemed about to SPEAK But the provost's
jests, if indeed he had been about to make
| any, was stricken from his lips at the
sight of the face of Umphray Spurway.
| He has carried her off-the villain. He
has captured her son and carried them
| both to the plantations to sell them for
| slaves"
! "Hoot ma said the provost, I'VE never
| can tell-a woman is aye a woman. They're
! just terrible forgein And, We ken, we
try them sair. He'll aiblins hae spoken
her fair and saft-and she'll hae game back
to her aud love for a that he Is black
guard
| Hold your cursed lying tongue" thun-
| dered Cmphray. reused out of himself II
tell you she hated him-loathed him. Did
| shenot lie weeks in the hospital here from
| the wound his hand gave her?"
Aye, aye, they are vera lang suffer
in the weemen," said the provost calmly.
looking about him. But we win do no guild
here. ! misdoot that the nests empty and
the bird flown"
II tell you sir. she would never have
gone willingly She must have been forced
/ know her heart
Like eneuch"' said the provost but
some o the weemen fowk haze twa sides to
their hearts-yin for the aud love and the
ither for the new But they aye keep the
warmest for the aud. TAX my advice an
| think nae mair ABBOTT her Umphray She