New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1903-11-22

tude. as though he lay on the rack, troubled
one morning I'm the dews and scents of the
hour before dawn, she heard horse Gathering
furiousy through the village
1T will be Mrs Stiles at the Leas. she SAD
to herself, land John Stiles is riding for the
midwife. 1 pray the poor soul may not be
But it was not Mrs. Stiles. for John Stiles was
in for his beer next morning and reported his
wife still UP and doing.
Mr.. Jones went off usual about half an
hour before noon, walking on air. said the COS
sips who leaned through the door Of The
Spotted Lamb to look after him.
About II o'clock there was another sensation.
for a magnificent coach, with Positions and
footmen drove up to The Spotted Lamb" and
the Positions and foOtmen and coachmen all
had powdered heads and were dressed in liv-
cries OF scarlet fine enough for a duke or the
Lord Mayor of London.
One gentleman rode in the coach. He wore
no powder. but his head of curls fell about his
handsome. tieshy face and his clothes were even
finer than Mr.. Jones had made them used to
1T 'The Spotted Lamb"
Mrs I.umey went out. all Curtseys, to the side
Of the coach. The gentleman asked for Mr.
Jones, and was told he was out; he then asked
If he might have private sitting room to await
his return.
The spotted Lamb" and. indeed. the village
for the matter of that, all in a fiuttor. The
servants who came with the coach soon told the
Of their master. Mrs. Lumley was quite
overcome. and vowed that nothing would in
duce her to enter the parlor. where he waited
because she would surely faint on approaching
him.
safe hiding place of the store closet lay back in
a chair listening to the impatient pacing to and
fro of those august feet
At last word was brought to her that Mr.
Jones returning. She FASTENED out fast
as her trembling feet would carry her to warn
him of who awaited him. But he passed her
by without word. What had come to him?
The good woman could have screamed outright
at his face, that put even her news out of her
head
1t fallen in a mass of haggard lines and
shadows. If ever Despair sat on face it sat
there. Although he would not wait for her to
speak, he walked slowly and heavily. His white
silk coat was stained. as though he had lain
with it in the grass before the dews were dried
The laCcS at his wrists were torn and dangled
IN few shreds. Blood trickled down his chin
where he had bitten his lip through.
Lord love your honor. what has happened to
you?" she cried.
He went though he had not heard her.
and passed within the parlOr. whence so often
she had heard the song of Dolly.
The door closed slowly. She heard the shout
inside:
why. Jack have come for your
She flew to the store closet and laid her ear to
cred a tiny hole where knot of wood had fallen
out.
Il spoke in anger, but now 1 withdraw it.
Dear Jack. the wine is without you. There
is one to set the table in a roar. Almack' s
is deserted The pretty women are inconsolable.
Come back with me to the town. You look as
though you were tired of your country within"
Il will go where you like" Mr.. Jones's voice
had the strangest sound of suffering. "Only let
me make a hasty toilet L am not fit to be seen
with your highness"
You won't escape me again? Then / shall
let you CO. Upon my honor. Jack, L was
deucedly sorry 1 said it 1 can't make excuses.