The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1903-09-06
CHAPTER XIV.


cess with auimals SO tired and discour-
aged. with The exception of the de-
parture from oxford, the riders were
more silent and melancholy than at any
other time during their journey tOgeth-
CT. They had discussed the case tn all
its bearings the previous night, before
the blazing fire, and had come to the
conclusion that it would be safer 10
part. Armstrong was now IN a coun-
try that he knew reasonably wei, n
he had no need TO ask his direction Z
from any chance conner, which was an
advantage to- q fugitive. They had
agreed TO delcct toward the east u
bid goodbye to eac other at Kirby
Stephen, he striking northwest 10 PEN
nth, and she taking the main road east,
entering Dunham at Barnard castle.
There was no blinking the fact that
while a parliameutarian trooper might
pass through This land unQuestioned,
especially as so TAI soldiers were
making their way north, q trooper with
a beautiful young woman Of aristo-
cratic appearance would certainly n
comment and excite curiosity. The
nearer they came TO Carlisle the great
er would be the danger OF embarrassing
questions. They had a wild country 20
traverse, bleak hills and moorland; n
roads as bad as they could be. n al
though they left ClitherOe at 5 O'Clock
II was past MQoAkAAH UTAUAG NY
reached Kirby Stephen, a distance of
less han forty miles. They had met no
one and so far as the morning section
OF the Journey was concerned, the road
to Scotland was clear enough. At the
sQualid inn Of Kirby stephen they par
took of hat each thought was their
last meal together for a long time to
come, and then, in spite of her pro-
tests. ne accompanied her east out Of
thc town and into the lonely hin Coun-
try. At last she pulled UP her horse
and i-mpetuOusly thrust out her right
hand, dashing away some ~teardrops
from her long lashes with her left
Goodbye she cried, the broken
voice belieing the assumed Gheerfulness
of the tone / cannot allow you 10
come further. You must now bid fare
we'll to your scOut."
Dear lass. it breaks my heart to part
with YOU i'm this way" stammered Will
liam. ingulhng her small hand in both
Of his. then drawing her TO him. 1T
Shamcs my manhood TO let you 60 this
wild road alone. / must see you 10
YOUR own door, in spite of all the Crom-
wells that ever broke their countrys
laws
"No. no" she pleaded. 1--WE went
over an that last night and settled it.
7 am safe enough. II is you who arc
i'm danger You viii come 10 me when
this trouble is passed and done with.
by Saint Andrew, III come TO you
as soon as this letter is in Traquirs
hands"
again. no. no. Cromwell is a hard
man. and if YOU steal through his cor
don you must not come within his pow
or in a hurry"
'No fear. lass; he dare not quo me
once my foot's I'm Scotland I'm ike
that ancient chap you told me OIL
draw virtue from the soil and am un-
sssailable. Cromwell wants nothing or
me when this packet escapes iii III
turn back from Traquair the moment /
give il to him."
II do not permit such folly. remember
that" She wept a little. then laughed
a little. 81 do not wish TO see you unt,l
YOUR hair Is grown again. My Scottish
Samson. you must come TO me with
flowing locks. as when / first saw you,
so that may forget i have been your
Delilah.'
For answer he kissed her protesting
lips again and again, then she hid her
face i'm his somber cloak and sObDed
quietly. The patient horses, now ac-
customed TO any VaSarics on the part
OF their owuers, stood quietly close TO-
gether.
~Go0d-by. Eood-by, g~ood-by." she
cried breathlessly, Whisked herself
from him and was gone, never looking
back. but waving her hand as she EOde.
lie sat mOtiOnless as she had left him.
Al the TOP of the distant hill, outlined
against the dark sky. she drew i'm and
stood. Dimly he saw the dutter OF
something white i'm her waving hand.
and he drew from his breast her own
handkerchief and waved in return. he
pressed his hand across his eyes, and
when he sd" more clearly only the
blank Sky and the bare hilltop con-
fronted him..
Nov curse the man who tries to stop
me-, growled Armstrong through ms
set teeth. II have been TOO mild Wa
these rufians- III break him across
the pOmIuel OF my saddle as IL ne were
a rotten spear
The rain began TO fan once more az
Dc passed again through Kirby Stcph-
en-. but he paid slight heed to it ana
pushed on t1 PCUrith. whore ne bought
a days proVtultr. SO that ne would
have mo- need tO make request for food
ass he neared The danger spot. just be-
fore darkness set in the sky cleared
somewhat ana ne saW ahead Of him the
gloomy bulk OF Carlisle castle. ice
turned aside from The main road. and
before The night became black found
quarters for himself I'm a barn tina,
contained some fodder for his horse.
He threw himself Town on the fragrant
hay ana slept peacefully.
lu the morning the rain was again
falling steadily. He r~ecOunoitcred his
position. There WAS no dwelling near,
and hC determined so let his horse rest
an that day and The next night, so that
he should Pc in trim FOR anything
that might happCn when the pinch
came. a day more or less cOuli
make little difference with the cffectuel
guarding Of the bridge. which was now
doubtless held as strongly as f. could
ue. He was convinced that success
must depend ultimately on the speed
Ut his horse. and he could not enter
the contest with an exhausted animal
Black Bruce was never 50 carefully
tended as on the day before the crisis
and as his intelligent head turned
toward his master he seemed TO know
that something unusual was afOOL. on
the second day Armstrong thought /,
best not to enter Carlisle too early I'm
the morning. He wished 20 minElg
with a crowd and not 90 ride the streets
alone. The second night I'm the barn
with the rest of the day and night be-
fore. had left both himself and his
horse ne 90 face anything hat might
ousue- The day was fine: the clouds
had cleared away and the sun was
shining on the sOdden ground. When
he came In sight Of she main road he
saw what appeared to be an army
marching north. lie halted at the
cross-road i'm doubt regarding his next
move. The men. I'm "a long line. were
or foOt, trudging sullenly.- YEARLY
along. water soaked and mud covered
No nan looked up or seemed to take
an interest in anything but the dismal
work I'm hand. Far on toward the gates
OF Carlisle rode a group Of hOrsemen
ans at the rear another squad of