The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1903-07-05

brushed her sword aside. dropDed his
own and sprang i'm upon her erasping
as2lN ner helpless wrists. her arms
plnioned thus transverselv across her
body, her right hand sdn clinging TO
the useless hilt. with the blade extend
ing past her shoulder and behind her.
HIS sneerinS, grinning face So close to
ners that his breath famed her cheek.
ne pressed her back and back against
the wall, the sword bending ana bend
ing 5ehind her until the blade snapped
Off some six inches from the hilt ANA
fell ringing to the floor
There. sweetest Of Anlazons. YOU are
stingless now. and naught but the
honey is TO be gathered"
The very ease with which ne had
overcome her hoodwinked him to his
danger. The proud. dominant blood oc
the WentWOrths flushed her face with
an anger that steeled every nerve in
her 1.-the body. As. with a victorious
laugh. he released her wrists and
slipped his arms around her. she struck
nm twice with lightning swiftness.
first across the brow. then down the
Iaee. Nothing could well be more ter
rlble than the weapon she had used.
for the jagged iron tore his flesh like
the stroke of tigers claw. The red
cross showed for a brief moment then
was obliterated in a crimson food.
"Cowardly poltroon. wear the brand
Of Cain"
He had warned her not to scream.
but now his own cries filed the room
as he staggered back. his hands 70 his
face. Yet, grievOusly wounded "a he
was. he seemed resolved she should not
escape him, and. after the first shock,
groped blindly for her. She flung the
broken weapon to the further side Of
the room, and the noise OF its fall
turned him thither. striking against
the table, and then against a chair
n ffnFnaH W.
turned the key and threw II open be-
fore he could recover himself, for he
had lost all sense Of direction, and
could see nothing. She took the i'm
mediate risk OF pulling the key from
the door. to ward of the greater dan
ger of pursuit, and calmly locked him
In II screams were as Intellectual 8
he had insisted, he would take little
good from his battering OF the door
for some time to come. Frances now
threaded her way through the mazes
Of passages, meeting no one, for the
gloom OF death pervaded the palace.
at least in the direction she had taken.
She dared not hurry, in spite Of the
urging OF her quickly beating heart,
but must proceed leisurely, as IL she
had perfect right to be where she
was. should any inouisitive servant
encounter her. At last, with a deep
breath, she emerged upon the great
courtyard. and so came to the gate
The officer bowed TO her End shs
paused for a moment to thank him FOR
his kindness 10 her in the earlier part
OF the day.
'Tt is true-that-that Lord Straf-
ford She could get no further.
Yes, my lady. and grieved we all
are that it should be 50. This morning
on Tower hill. The lords refused to
reprieve even until Saturday"
Frances bent her head and struggled
with herself to repress undue emotion,
but. finding that impossible. turned
abruptly and walked fast down White
hail.
Her bright eyes. bless her" said
the officer to a comrade. ARE not the
only ones dimmed with tears for this
mornings work"
Two hours later Frances was on her
way to the north. She paused on
Highgate hill and looked back on the
Babel she had left. vast and dim IN
the rising mist OF the mild spring even
ing. "Oh. cruel city, Oh, faithless
man! The bloodthirst Of London may
be whetted and not quenched, per1ured
king Of England"
She bowed her head to her horses
name and WeDt helDlessly.
Go be Continued Next Sunday)