The Minneapolis journal., 1902-10-27

Quick! Into the carriage! one cried.
And now the sounds Of feet and voices
heard. The jailer swiftly swung the
heavy gate to and locked it. Catharine
knOys caught his last gesture, which
bade her begOne fast as might be.
Her feet were strangely heavy, in spite
Of her. She reached the curb in time
to hear only the whir Of wheels as a
carriage sped away over the stones of
the street. She stood alone, irresolute
| for half an instant as the crunch of
wheels spun up to the curb again. A
hand reached out and beckoned; involun-
tarly she obeyed the summons. Her
wrist seized. and she half pulled
through the door of the carriage.
What" cried voice. "You, Lady
Catharine! Why, how is this?
1t was the voice Of VIII Law. whom she
knew but who certainly was not the one
who had brought her hither. The Lady
Catharne accepted this last situation as
one no longer able to reason. The sank
down In the carriage seat shivering.
lis all well?" asked Will Law, eagerly.
He is safe, said Lady Catharine
Knolys 1T is done. 1t is finished"
What does this mean?' exclaimed Will.
His cLrriage-there it is 1t goes to
the ship-to the Pool. He and Mary
Connynge are only just ahead Of us. You
may hear the wheels. Do you not hear
her head sank heavily.
What! My brother-Mary Cmnynge-
in that carriage-what can you mean?
My God! Lady Catharine, tell me, what
do you mean?"
I Il do not know" said Catharine Knollys.
All things now seemed very far away from
her Her head sank gently forward, and
she heard not the words Of the man who
frantically sought to awaken her to
speech.
From the prison to London Pool wes
| journey Of some distance across the
streets Of London. Will Law called out to
the driver with savagery in his voice. He
shouted, cursed, implored, promised. and
betimes held one hand under the soft,
heavy tresses Of the head now sunk so
humbly forward.
The mad ride ended at the quay on
Thames side, where the shadows OF the
tall buildings lay rank and thick upon the
earth, where tarry smells and evil odors
filled the heavy air. penetrated nme the
less by the SAVIOR Of the keen salt air.
More than one giant form was outlined In
the broad stream, vessels tall and ghost
like In the gloom, shadowy, suggestive,
bearing imprint and promise Of far lands
across the sea.
Here was the initial point Of Eng1anas
greatness. Here on this heavy stream
had her captains taken ship. Thence had
world. In these dark massed shadows,
how much might there not be Of fate and
mystery. Whittier might not these YES
sells carry one! To Franco, to the far-oH
Indies, to the new-owned islands, to
America with it's little half-grown ports.
Whence and whittier? What might not
one do here at this gateway of the world
ITO the brigantfre beyond!' cried Win
Law to the wherrynlan who came up.
I'VE want Captain McMasters Of the
Polly Perkins. For Gods sake, quick! !
There's that afoot must be caught up
within the moment. do you hear!
The wherryman touched his cap and
quickly made ready his boat. WIN Law,
understanding naught Of this swift coil
Of events. and not daring to leave Lady
Catharine behind him at the carriage,
made down the stairway, half carrying the
drooping figure which now leaned weakly
upon his shoulder
Pull now man! Pull as you never
did before!" cried he and the wherryman
bent to his oars.
Yet great as was the haste OF those VINO
put forth into the foggy Thames, it was
more than equa,lled by that of one VINO ap- |
peared upon the dock, even as the creak
Of the oars grew fainter IN the gloom.
There came the rattle Of wheels upon the |
quay, and the sound or drlVer lashllls
his horses A carriage rolled up, and
there sprang from the box munled ngure |
which resolved itself into the very embodl-
ment Of haste.
Hold the horses, mani" he cried to the
nearest by -stander and sprang swiftly to
the head of the stairs, where a loiterer or |
two stood idly gazing out into the mist
which overhung the water.
Saw you aught Of a man. he demand
ed hastily, "a man and woman, tall
young woman-you could not mistake
her? Twas the Polly Greenway they |
should have found. Tell me, for Gods
sake, has any boat put out from this
stair?"
"Why, SIR" replied one Of the wherry-
men who stood near by, pipe In mouth and
hand in pocket, "since you mention 1t,
there was a boat started but this instant
for midstream. They sought McMaster's 8
brigantine. the Polly Perkins, that lies
waiting for the tide. Twas, as you say,
young gentleman. and with him was a
young woman. 1 m1sdoubt the lady was
ILL.,"
Get me boat!' cried the newcomer.
"A sovereign, five sovereigns, ten sover-
eigns hundred-but that ship must not
weigh anchor until I board her, do you
hear!'
The ring of the imperative voice, and
moreover the ring Of good English coin,
set all the dock astir. Straightway there
came up another wherry with two lusty
fellows, who laid her at the stair where
stood the impatient stranger.
Hurry, men!" he cried "'Tis life and
death-tis more than life and death!'
And such fortune attended Sir Arthur
Pembroke that forsooth he went over the
side of the Polly Perkins, even as the gray
dawn began to break over the narrow
Thames, and even as the anchor song OF
the crew struck up.
(To be continued to-morrow.)