Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1903-12-04

pered that 1t was my mother who had
your heart. They told me that she
was unhappy because they forced you
apart. Twas to you she confided me.
Have pity, in her name, have mercyw
Enough said the admiral. ut il
not that will not, but I cannot. He
has chosen; he must die"
Then may death come to me-" said
Elizabeth. because, for all eternity, l
love him.
"And this" broke in the cold, stern
voice Of Major Coventry, who had en-
tered the room at that moment, lis the
welcome l receive from my bride Of
tomorrow, and this is the reward Of the
efforts have made to secure the re-
lease of the Marquis de Richemont.
my friend! May God have pity on
me-my sweetheart and my friend"
Sir" said O'Neill brokenly, Il crave
your forgiveness 1 knew that she was
yOurs-I do not understand how We got
into this position" passing his hand
over his forehead in bewilderment-
"but this know-I am to die! There
Is no choice. She will yet be yours"
"Never-neverw cried Elizabeth,
turning to him. Edward, If you have
truly loved me-if I have rightly esti-
mated you. your nobility of soul, your
generosity of heart-you will plead for
US with your father. You will give me
up. You are too proud to take an un-
willing bride and one who in spite Of
herself-for l have fought against 1t
for your sake-confesses that she loves
another. You will intercede with your
father. will bless you all the days
Of my life. Edward, Edward, the COM
panion of my childhood's hours, my
friend, my brother. my only hope is in
you! Speakw She fell at his feet and
clasped his hand, which she covered
with kisses. There was another ST.
lence. Coventry covered his face with
his other hand. The sweat Of agony
believed his brow.
Rise, Elizabeth. You shall not put
your trust in me in vain," he cried
hoarsely at last. Father, can moth
ing he done? I will not stand in the
way"
my son, Lady Elizabeth, Lieutenant
C'Neill, there is nothing that can be
done. Ny duty il perfectly clear. The
only possible salvation of the prisoner
would be in the action which he has
refused even to consider, and. sir, If 1t
were my duty to effect, II possible, the
capture Of your captain and his ship
through you I can only say that am
glad that l have failed. I apologize
to you. You are a man Of honor in
deed. sir. know few who would have
resisted such q plea as this. Say no
more. Eliza beth. 1t is not that l will
not. I cannot! Edward. here is my
seal. Make out the warrant for an Or
der for q court martial tomorrow
morning. 1t is a necessary form, Of
course. The execution Of Lieutenant
O'Neill will follow at once" Elizabeth
did not faint-no. not yet. There
would be time for that later. She
chung to O'Neill and listened.
what shall be the manner Of my
death, sirT Queried the latter.
Hanging. sir. IT'S the penalty pre-
scribed by the law"
1T Is . poor death for a man, my
lord. but twill serve. A last request
sir. I ann q sailor-may I be hanged
upon shipr' he asked again. pressing
the trembling woman to his breast.
II grant that-would that I could
grant more! Major Coventry, you will
direct Captain Pearson Of the Scraps
to execute the sentence Of the court
which will meet on his ship. the pris
oner to be confined there meanwhile
You will md the papers In the library.
Here Is my seal. Hasten and get the
painful matter over" Coventry LET
the room at once In obedience to his
orders.
"And at what time. sir, will the SEN
tence be carried outT asked O'Neill,
Elizabeth still ciinging to him, covering
him with inc0herent earesses and fight
ing against despair.
Tomorrow evening at half after o
O'clock"
Every well, my lord"
At this moment the old sergeant en-
tered the room and saluted the admiral
"A French officer. witch he says he's
from the American Continental squad
ron, has come ashore in q small cutter,
under a flag Of truce. an desires to
speak with your lordship. He asks for
q safe conduct"
Tell him he shall return as freely as
he came, on the word Of British off,
Ger, and admit him."
A slender, dapper little man in the
brilliant uniform Of a French marine
officer, his head covered with a pow
dered wig, entered the room a moment
later and bowed profoundly. Elizabeth
started violently as she beheld him.
"Whom have the honor Of address
mgr asked the admiral.
1.-THE Vicomte de Chamillard, a colo
mel Of marines in the navy Of France,
serving as volunteer in the American
SQUADRON" was the reply.
"And you come on behalf Of
Captain John Paul Jones, to protest
against your unlawful detention Of an
other French officer, the Marquis de
Richemont, my lord"
- SPY Taught Al lne very uCIs
he has admitted It, and, II that were
not enough. find he is an attainted
traitor. A court is ordered for tomor-
row morning on the Scraps; his exc
cutiOn. which will be inevitable, Is set
for half after o'clock in the even
ing; he shall hang from one of the
fngate's yardarms."
de Chamillard," said O'Neill, you
can do nothing"
"The laws Of war persisted the
Frenchman.
1T is in accordance with those laws
that l do what l do" replied the adj
miral shortly. "and you may say to
your captain that II I catch him he