Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1901-09-30

liked by Francis, who is at heart
Protestant.
Chapter H-Gardiner tells Francis
who his father Is, that he is a traitor
and informer, and offers to make the
young mans fortune II he will enter
his service as spy.
Chapter I1I.-Francis asks for time
to reply and runs away, intending to
carve out his own future.
Chapter Iv.-He is overtaken by
Clarence, an agent of Gardeners,
against whom he incites the mob by
telling them the man Is a press gang
leader and escapes on Clarence's horse
and with his dispatches.
CHAPTER V.
A younger generation has often posed
me finely by asking, What, Sir Francisi
Did you not see one bishop burnedi Did
you not know one Of the mnrtyrss Did
you never como face to face with Queen
Nary" To all which questions ! have
one answer, No, and watch small eyes
grow large with establishments. But the
truth is 9 man can only BIO at one place at
time. And though in this very month
Of February, 1865, Prebendary Rogers-a
good, kindly man, as have heard, who
had a wife and nine children-wns burned
in Smithfield in London for religion, and
the bishop of Gloucester suffered in his
own city, and other inoffcnsive men were
burned to death, and there was much talk
of these things, and in thousands OF
breasts smoldering fro was kindled
which blazed high enough by and by
r n ny
don road, ut the time, and learned such
things only dimly and by hearsny.
But the rill joins the river at last and
Outlines suddenly and at a bound, Us 1t
were On this very day, while I cantered
easily southwark with my face set toward
st. Albans, Providence was Mt work shap-
ing niche for mo In the lives of certain
people who were at tho time as uncon-
scious Of my existence as was OF
theirs In great house in the Bar
bican In London there was much
stealthy going and coming on this Feb
ruary afternoon and evening. Behind
locked doors, and in fear and trembling,
mails were being packed and bags strap
ped and fingers almost too delicate for the
task were busy with nails and hammers,
securing this and closing that. The pack
ers knew nothing of mo, nor OF them.
Yet but for me all that packing would have
been Of no anvil, and but for them my fate
might have been very different. Still tho
sound Of the hammer did not roach my
ears, or, doing SO, was covered by the
steady tramp Of the roadster, and no VI
sion, go far as over henrd, OF dusty
youth riding Londonward came between
tho secret workers and their task.
i had made up my mind to sleep at st.
Albans that night, and for this reason,
and for others relating to the sheriff Of
Buckinghamshiro, in which county Stony
Stratford lies. / pushed on briskly. I
presently found time, however, to exam
inc the pnckct Of letters OF which had
made spoil. On the outer wrapper found
there was no address, only an exhortation
to be speedy. OF this came, therefore,
without ceremony, and was left in tho
dirt. Inside found two sealed epistles,
each countersigned on the wrapper,
.Stephen Winton.
.Hol ho!' said I. II did well to take
them.'
Over the signature on tho first letter-it
seemed to be written on parchment-were
tho words. Hastcl hastel haste!' This
was the thicker and heavier Of the two
and was addressed to Sir Maurice Borke-
ley, at st. Mary Overy's, Southwark,
London. turned it over and over in my
hands and peeped into it, hesitating.
Twice ] muttered, All is fair in love and
WARP And at last, with curiosity fully
awake and glance behind me to make
sure that the act was unobserved, broke
the seal Tho document proved to be Us
short and pithy as 1t was startling. 1t
was an order commanding Sir Maurice
Berkeley forthwith in the queens name
and by tho authority of the council, and
so on, and SO on, to arrest Katherine Will
loughby de Eresby, duchess of Suffolk, and
to deliver her into the custody of the leu
tenant of the Tower, These presents to be
his warranty for tho detention Of tho said
Duchess of Suffolk until her grace's pleas
ure in the matter BIO known.
When 1t was too late, trembled to
think what had done. To meddle with
matters of state might be more dangerous
q hundred times than stealing horses or
even than ducking the chancellor's mes
senger! Seeing at this moment party OF
travellers appronch crammed the letter
into my pocket and rode by them with
red face and q tongue TINT suffered SO
fecbly that could scarcely return their
greetings. When they had gone by, i
pulled out the warrant again, having 1t
in my mind to tear 1t up without mo-
ment's delay, to tear 1t into tho smallest
morsels and SO get rid OF q thing most
dangerous. But the great rcd seal, dan
Cling at the foot of the parchment, caught
my eye and paused to think. 1t was SO
red, so large, SO imposing, it seemed pity
IN f1pctrnv IL n mDSt SI1rn1y te GOOD for
something. folded up the warrant again
and put it away in my safest pocket. Yes,
1t might be good for something.
took out the other letter. 1t was
bound with green ribbon and sealed with
extreme care, being directed simply to
Mistress Clarence--there was no address.
But over Gardeners signature on the
wrapper were the words. These. on your
peril, very privately.
turned it over and over and said tho
same thing about love and war and even
to myself my old proyerb about
sheep and lamb. But somehow I could
not do it, The letter was woman's let
ter; the secret her secret, and though my
fingers itchcd as they lowered about the
seals my check tingled too. So ut last
with muttcred, "What would Petronilla
say?" put it away unopened in the
pocket where the warrant lay. The odds
werc immense that Mistress Clarence
would never get it, but at least her secret
should remain hers, my honor mine!
IL was dark when rode, thoroughly
jaded, into St. Adams. was splashed
with mud up to the waist and wetted by q
shower and looked, I have no doubt, from
the effect of my journeying on foot and