The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1902-01-17
M AIRY The MA!D OF
A Story of English
Life.
by JOSEPH HATTON.

| athwart the footpath, where Tom
Sheffield saw 1t, and watched 1t as in
duty bound. Presently he saw anoth-
or shadow upon the white path, and
heard Mary speak to her companion.
Tom lay prone upon the balcony above
them.
Jack you love me?"
God knows 1t, and to my sorrow"
II had be.rothed myself to another;
never can be his now. Let that bring
me back to your confidence"
Mary, when came into the inn to-
night, it was to see you for the last
time. am leaving Kirkstall."
Leaving Kirkstall! Where Is your
mother, then?"
II have given her the farm and the
money; my Uncle Luke will see to the
business and her brother is an honest
man. She can take no harm"
"And why art thou going?" she
asked some of her old native tender
ness of speech coming back to her.
Because cannot live in the land
where another Is to wed thee"
my poor Jack! Then do not go on
that account I'll never wed another;
never wed at all. But in memory of
our dear old days of friendship, do this
thing l ask of thee. Tonight a foul
deed has been done. and | have lived
| to bear home with me the evidence
that one | love better than all the
world Is concerned in 1t. Hush, Jack!
for the love you bear me- listen and
fulfill your promise that whatever
could ask you to do for me you would
do it."
81 am listening, Mary, and I will not
break my word"
You know the young no-the young
gentleman, Mr.. Parker-nay, do not
shrink from me-flnd him, warn him,
save him. Tell him all is known, he
must put the seas between him and
England-between him and me. Tell
| him twas l who found the hat with
it's blue ribbon in the band, and took it
home, and they recognized it at the
moment l did. Go now; follow the
men who are gone to the abbey; hear
what they say at the Hark-to-Rover;
use your own keen wits, and hunt
down Richard Parker; but only for
his good-to warn him, to save him!
I'll to thy mother and comfort her,
and tell her that thou hast bethought
thyself of thy decision, and that there
is no need thou shouldst &c"
"God bless, thee, my poor betrayed
love. I'll see thee no more until he is
safe beyond the sea- Good-by!"
He kissed her upon the cheek and
was gone.
well, I'm dommed!" exclaimed
Tom Sheffield under his breath, as he
slipped from his hiding place and
sought his curious old-fashioned bunk
somewhere beneath the great stair
case. well, I'm dommed. often
card parson say as devil can put on
pleasin' shape for his own ends, and
dunno as l liver RIGHTLY understood
it afore toneet Theirs that sandy
mugged villin Foster, as cum WI Cen
tleman Dick, biggest fool / Kirkstall
could see as he wor no better nor
waster, want-rope, cut-throat
scour-o'- th-neet; but as for t'other'n,
why, weren't seemingly better chap
goin'. 'Andsome is as andsome does,
that's rect; but 'andsome and doin'
everything 'andsome to boot, that was
Gentleman Parker, 'earty, pleasant
spoken gent as you'd wish to see, and
Just the sort, if I'd been woman
which | thanks Providence l ain't-as
I'd ha' gone for straight; just as our
poor lovely Mary have ben and done.
And then, all being said, 10 and be-
hold if it don't turn out that he's the
very Old Nick hissen, and hav' been
and done murder! Which fulfills
what is written, as parson says that
the devil he can put it on for his pur-
pose, whether it be a fine handsome
young gentleman, a fisherman, or
roarin' lion; but there's one thing,
Tom, you can bet on, as no judge and
jury, if so be it should go as far, is
ever a-goin' to get out o. you what
you'n card this night.
With which earnest comment and
reflection, with which touch of fore
sight, and warning bond of secrecy
Tom turned in, and slept the sleep of
the fearless and just
CHAPTER XII.
The next day Mary had been in