Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-02-10
CHAPTER NN1S.
Debtar and Creditor.

PhiIp Stansfieli stood facing Umphray
Spurvay in the provost's Iimekiln. ana
this chapter tells the story Of what befeIl
between them. The hands of the English
man were tied still behind his back, and as
the last retreating footstep was heard as
cending the darksome passage which leads
out into Gregory Partan's close Capt. Philip
Stansfield lifted the lantern from the floor
on which il had been set and held ii close
to the face of his victim. There was no
sign of fear or yielding there. only the
Yorkshireman's usual calm mastery over
time and circumstance.
Yes said Capt. Stansffe1d. you are
brave man, Umphray spurway. And only
with such do I trouble to deal. I will have
a little agreeable conversation with you
before We proceed to business. Pray sit
down. You will find the edge of the grave
Very comfortable You can lean your back
against the wall. So! 1 will content me
here by the door
And so saying Philip Stansfeld seated
himself with his shoulders square to the
little door which led into the passage be
hind, and with great care disposed couple
Of pistols. one on either side of him. so as
to be ready to his hand in case of any at
tempt 10 escape
With equal philosophy the prisoner
obeyed- The stone trough or, as Capt.
Stansdeld called IL. gravel was followed
perhaps four feet in the rock. Cmphray
disposed his great bulk as best he could
He sat down with his feet hanging into the
trough, his back leaning against the dusty
wall OF the Kiln, and looked at his enemy
with as much nOnchalance as if he had
been d customer come to buy woven cloth
for the Eng ish market.
Capt. Stansfield opened the catch of the
lantern and measured the candle with his
eye. Then he pulled handsome gold watch
from his fob and consulted the dial.
I'VE have here candle for good couple
Of hours. and about the same time ere day
steals upon Us. l think we can settle all
quarrels and sink al differences long ere
that, Mr. Spurway- Yet there are goodly
array of both. You have long had the top
hold. sir, and now, when ii is my turn, |
wish you to be certified that with that
measure We mete it shall be measured to
you again Aha, Master Englishman, 1
also glib at Holy Writ. l was bred on
the catechisms, shorter and longer. For l
was 4 child of grace. and in my fathers
house had many advantages such Were
hidden from your popish and prelatlc eyes.
Why, can you even certify me that you
know the very beginning of knowledge? Do
You know What IS the chief end of mem -
Wei enough did Umphray Spurway know
the first question and answer of that mar
Vicious collect of doctrine, the Westminst ter
Shorter Catechism. But he judged ii use
less to make any reply in kind to the man
who had already declared his intention of
being his murderer
So he contented himself with replying:
Sir 1 have no regrets for those things
which 1 have done. Nor can anything you
may say to me alter my good conscience
toward God and man
Capt. Stansfield held up his hands IN PIC
tended horror.
Dear. dear he cried: well knew that
little was 70 be expected of d prelatist and
malignant, yet living in land Of gospel
privilege and almost within cry Of Masters
Peden. Renwich. Shields and their fellow.
had hoped for humber spirit Know you
not that Who Vaunts himself condemns
rat
Is effectuaI csill.ng?'
Umphr1y Spurway was silent The cap
tain leaned forward and took up one of the
pistols in his hand, pointing II directly at
the Englshman's head.
Il will tell you,' he said, ''this-is eff
fectual calling
And he smiled bitterly as he examined the
Many are called. but few chosen Oh
Master Spurway. the benefits Of a careful
upbringine, My father used to set mt
pages Of the Bible to learn, and beat me II
! missed so much one word. Cad, how
RENE mber the stiff-backed chairs and tbs
glazed presses in the study. where he KEEP
his ratno. The verses also l remember
though somewhat less distinctly"
Say what You have 10 say to me ant
have done" Umphray Spurway spoke out
as though cutting short 1oquacious buck
ster market day. "Blasphemy is no or
nament to any mans conversation
Philip Stansfield clapped his hands.
Spoken this time like Peden himself
dear Umphray; do not yet despair of you
when in such short space a little faithful
dealing can effectuate much. Cheere,
by this. We will now go back upon Man
chief end " There-he pointed TO the grav
on the edge of which Umphray was seated
whatever learned divines may say, that I
mans chief end The rest is accidental
this alone essential. inevitable uncentro
vertibe-mans chief and only end, as, in
deed. / hope TO prove TO You long befor
the dawn
All this Capt stansfeld uttered. speaking
fatlx- md raY,r1H mir L.,
ing out the heads of his discourse to a lis
tening and obedient people. So far as mar
ner went. Mr.. John Bell himself could nc