The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-12-15

sat In my lords place. and kept the true
heir prisoner.
At the first sight of Captain o'Brien.
am free Of confess that my heart sank
within me, for I thought. surely. he will
recognize me. and SO will guess l knew
my lords story. and with these desperate
men in this lonely place. where the King
writ hath never been known to run. there
will be little chance that Tom and l ever
come out alive.
Tom. too. saw who it was. and shot n
consteEnated glance at me. Then n thought
struck me.
Slip away. Toni" / whispered. Let him
not see you yet. If he knows me It will
all rome out. but II not, you en- keep out
Of his way"
Tom did as 1 told him. slipping back into
the servants quarters. ard L. slit ns in
my chair, with the little mails hand in
mine. awaited the ADVENT of the two gentle
I men.
| Heaven save the word. It did rot fit them
we'll. but there, it must serve this turn
for once. as many worthy things get I'M
worthy using. They came $40 WY across the
bit of greensward. and as they reached the
wide steps. that led into the porch. l rose
Pahihhis HUM iS lii putting Nh- pc
chance. a trife more of the invaiid than
my recovery warranted. and took of my
hat. greeting them with great poii.eness-
"Hallo!' said the Earl. raus:ng. WHO
Is this?'' He looked frowningly at me. and
then at the child. who made her best and
most formal courtesy. with a wonderfri-a air
Of the great lady which amused me even
at the time.
Your lordsh!p." I replied. humbly. Il am
a poor castaway from the sea: I was
wrecked on your coast and much hurt. and.
by the kindness Of your household, have
been sheltered and nursed ever since"
Eth" he said. abruptly. aye; I heard
somewhat of that. A pr Re was 1t not? but
l thought the survivors had gone on from
here"
so they did I replied. but the rocks
here dealt somewhat hardly with MY ribs.
and I was forced TO remain and lie still till
they were mended."
What is your Manner he said. YOU are
not a sailor. eh?'
MY name is George Bishop" I replied.
thinking my good genius which had
prompted me to call myself Patrick MiIigan.
to Captain O'Brien at Quimper. under
which cognomen I had figured in the list
of the prisoners. NO. I was not bred to
the sea. and became such only through
hard necessity"
Now all this time I had been quakirg
inwardly lest Captain O'Brien should re-
member me. But. by good fortune. he did
not do so. which. at first. appeared strange.
yet later recognized not to be so
very wonderful. Fer not every man is
gifted with observation: besides. at Qu'mpef
We had no method of shaving. 50 that our
boards had grown long for want Of a
razor. and there. also. our clothing was OF
the scantiest sailor garb. and that mostly
In rags. whereas now I was cleaniy shaved.
and my hair tied neatly with a black rib
bon. and 1 was dressed in a decent suit Of
gray frieze. which Miss Margret had man
aged to get fashioned for me by some VII
Iage artist. also being much wasted by ILL
ness. I doubt not 1 looked very differently
to what I did as I sat in the courtyard
carving wooden spoons. So he did not re-
member me. and the Earl. after this brief
notice. passed me by as an insignificant and
Indifferent person. and so. bidding his friend
enter. they quilted the porch and went into
the house. OF the little maid my lord took
no notice more than a slight nod. and Tom
carefully kept out Of sight.