Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1901-12-13

He did not notice, in tho wild hurnor
which had seized him, who Martins COM
panion was, though probably at another
time it would have struck him that there
was no one in the house quito so tall. He
sped on with scarcely a glance, and In a
moment was under the gateway, where
Sir Anthony was sonndly rating every
body, and particularly the porter, who,
w.oh his key In tho door, found, or affected
to find, the task of turning 1t difficult
one. As the steward came up, however,
tho big doors at some sign from him
his staff in bis hand and the servants
clustering behind him with lanterns,
walked forward pace or two to the end
of the bridge, bearing himself with some
dignity.
Who disturbs us ut this hour?" he
cried, peering across the moat and signing
to Baldwin 10 hold up his largo lantern,
since the others, uncertain OF their recep-
ton, bad put out their torches. BY it's
light he and those behind him could make
out group of half dozen figures score
of yards away, while in support of these
there appeared bowshot off and still in
the open ground a clump of, it might be.
a hundred men,. Beyond all lay the dirk
line of trees, above which the moon, new
risen, was sailing through watery wrack
of clouds. who are yep tho knight re-
peated.
"Are you Sir Anthony Cluddss" came
the answer.
Lam"
.sThen in the queen's name, Sir An
thony," the leader of the troop cried SOL
EMMY, II call on you to surrender. hold
q warrant Tor your arrest, and also for the
arrest Of James Carey, q priest, and Bald
win Moor, who, am told, is your stew
ard. am backed by forces which 1t will
be vain to resist. -
Arc you Sir Philip Cloptonp" the
knight asked, for at that distance and in
that light it was impossible to be sure.
81 am" the sheriff answered earnestly,
land as friend beg you, Sir Anthony,
to avoid useless bloodshed and further
cause for offense. Sir Thomas Greville,
the governor OF Warwick CASTLE and Colo
mel Bridgewater are with me. I implore
you, my friend, to surrender, and l will
do you what good offices may"
In his way, and the men moved meekly
and without retort, taking his oaths for
what they were-a mans tears. The
women folk sat listening, pale and fright
ened, and one or two of the grooms, those
who had done least In the skir1nish, had
visions Of tree and a rope and looked
sickly. Tho rost soowled and blinked at
the fire or kicked up dog II It barked in
its sleep.
Hasn't Martin come IMP" Baldwin
srowled presently, setting his heavy wet
boot on glowing log, which Missed and
sputtered under 1t. Where is hef"
Don't knowin one Of the men took on
himself to answer He did not come in
here
II wonder what he Is up to nowf"
Baldwin exclaimed, with gloomy irrita-
ton, for which, under the circumstances.
he had ample excuse. he knew that re-
sistance was utterly hopeless and could
only make matters worse and twist the
rope moro tightly about his neck, to put
the thought as he framed 1t. The suspi-
cion, therefore, that this madman-for
such in his worst Ats the fool became
might be hanging round the place in dark
corners, doing what deadly mischief he
could to the attacking party, was not q
pleasant one.
A gray haired man In the warmest nook
by the fro seemed to read his thoughts.
.There is one in the house, he said slow
" and oracularly, bis eyes on Baldwin's
boot, whom he has just as good mind
to hurt, has our Martin, as any Of them
Clopton men. Aye, that has he, Master
Baldwin"
.And who is that, gafsra' Baldwin
asked contsmptvously.
But the old fellow turned shy. We'll,
It ID not Sir Anthony" he answered, nod
ding his head and STOPPING forward to
caress his toasting shins. BE you very
sure Of that Nor tho young mistress, nor
tho young master aswas, nor tho new lady
that came q month ago. No, nor 1t IL not
you, Master Baldwin"
..Then who 10 its" cried the steward
impatiently.
.sHe is shrewd, Is Martin-when the
saints have not got their backs to him, ."
said the old fellow slyly.
s.Who is itsn Numbered the steward,
well used to this rustic method OF evasion.
ANSWER, you dolt!'
But no answer came, and Baldwin
never got one, for at this moment man
who had been watching In front Of tho
house ran in.
"They are herel" he cried. ga good
hundred OF them, and torches enough for
St. Anthonys eve. Get you to the gate,
porter. Sir Anthony is calling for you. Do
you hearf
There was great uprising, a great Olaf
tering of feet and barking Of dogs and
some wailing among the women. As the
messenger finished speaking harsh chal-
lenge which penetrated even the courtyard
arose from many voices without and was
followed by the winding of horn. This
sufficed. All hurried with one accord into
tho court, where the porter looked to
Baldwin for instructions.
.sHold minute!n cried the steward, ST.
fencing the loudest hound by a sound kick
and disregarding Sir Anthony's voice,
which came from the direction Of the gate
way. Let vs. see II they are at the back
too. /"
He ran through the passage, and emerg-
ing on the edge Of the moat was at onoc
saluted by dozen voices warning him
back. There werc score OF dark figures
standing in the little close where the fight
had taken place Right" said Baldwin
to himself. Needs must when the old
gentleman drives Only thought I
would make sure.
He ran back at once, nearly knocking
down Martin, who, with companion,
was making, but at slower pace, for tho
front of the house.
well, old comrnde, cried the steward,
emitting the fool on the back as he passed,
you arc he-e $40 von' never thought
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