El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1900-06-25
THE KING CAN
DO NO WRONG.
The Night at Friarstone House,
August, 1747.
By CLINTON ROSS.
Copyright, 1900, by Clinton Ross.l
CHAPTER I.

CHATTER L.
What she had said impressed me
much, 1 can assure you. That he had
dared to come back, as he had, after all
was done and said; that he was in this
very house-all this made me for a mo-
ment hot and cold, and then / began to
grasp the situation as it was presented
to me. l began to reason about it as
glibly as L could, when indeed 1 had no
particular reason about it at all-in
fine, man dumfounded. There was
an old clock with the name of the MAX
er across its broad, placid, ticking face,
which l afterward remembered, John
Dobbs, London" l awoke that night
seeing that clocks face with John
Dobbs' stolid name written straight
across it, though then l was no more
conscious l was observing than 1 was
of the moon which cast yellowed dia-
mond shapes from the panes on the
oaken floor nor of the village that lay
beyond with the wide sweep of the cir
cling bay and the dim gray haze of the
far sea mystery beyond.
l remember she stood against the
fireplace, her hands crossed, the light
of the one spluttering candle on her
comely. Had l not come from Surrey
the long distances of the north country
to see her? And here heard this as
tonishing news. He had disembarked
at the point yonder in the shadow of
the Stun,Cish cliff. He was here in the
house &C T:G "stone ITSELF
What POSSIBLE motive could have
brought him? What foolhardiness had
la1 i'm hnr To-
enough blood and station and estate for
him? slow anger gathered as 1
thought it. My own father and brother
were dead on the scaffold on his ac-
count. This very girl who told me it
to whom l had come in the mood, the
frenzy of lovemaking-had lost her
own father in the Scot revolt. And it
was only the protection and patronage
of influential relations which kept the
present lord, her brother, his estate of
Friarstone.
''Where is your brother, then, Bet
typ l said. docs he know this?''
He has not told me, at least" she
said, resting her foot on the firedog
where a single log smoldered. He
gave me not so much as Il suspicion O.
it, Will"
ly. 1T was not an hour since, We say?'
Not an hour since, WILL" she said.
Angus came to me and said that he
must see me, and he led to the little
wood back of the heath, where in the
moonshine was a man heavily cloaked.
.Ah, Lady Betty said he you scarce
expected to see one you thought was in
France And he threw back his coat,
fhnrO 1<InO-thn
prince"
Charles Stuart" said l. 1.-The prince
Yes
And | said to him." she continued,
- Sire, how dare you come to Eng
land:' and lie said
She paused.
Its no matter, VIII, what he said.
brought him here into the house-and
lie is there-behind that door,
Behind that door, | repeated, fieck- |
ing the mud from my boot with my |
whip, for | had but just come. Be |
hind that door" And | added: You |
are not eager, Lady Betty, to tell what |
he said to you, | see well. What |
Charles Stuart says to women is not |
for their men friends to hear. Yea, he
lost a kingdom by his gallantries. And
you, my Betty-you"-
She stopped with a quick toss of her |
head, a stamp of her foot.
''I'll not have you talk so, sir. You
have no right over me, you must I'M
derstand."
81 came here to ask those rights of
you, Betty. 1 passed the long miles Of
many countries between Surrey and
Friarstone to make that request"
You can return without making it,"
she said. Take it back unsaid to me,
but spoken to some maid nearer Lon
dom"
Her laughter rang out.
"Have you forgot, Betty, that we
were boy and girl together? Have you
forgot
"Oh, l have forgot much!' she said.
"And l remember much-I"- She
paused. "Hushr' she ended.
The door to the adjoining room open
ed and a man stood there in the door
way, debonair, smiling. If his face
were rather grosser than when l had
seen it two years before, he still pre-
served that charming gracefulness Of
and figure that had so excited
the Scot devotion two years before; he
was again the bonny Prince Charley
for whom the Scots and some of US
English had given up ALL not the sor
y vagabond, hopeless, defeated, who
had escaped to France with his skin.
He advanced to the center of the I
.oom, looking first at Betty and then at
ne.
"RaIston," he said civilian Raj
,ton."
at is good of your highness to re-
member me-" | said. 81 was not the
read of nv branch of the family when