The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-08-01

you looking very WELL, she said, avolonag MS
question.
"oh, morning gallon already"
"What! With ride to Scotland still before you.
lis not a 4nercifu merciful to his horse?"
'He should be- but may say this for Bruce he en-,
breakfast and for the road again He
tnkled little handbel that rested on the table we
Ing was positively inspiring Come lass and sit you down.
get back into those cheeks and think
the ride to-day will do it, for we will be nearing the north
nearing the north and you are just like me- you
yearning the northland where all the men are
brave all the women fair
Fair and false, perhaps you would add. That was
William laughed heartily, drawing in his chair
YES, about Stuarts, not about ladies. They
leal and true. And indeed many of them are
dark well fair and they are the best Dark hair
fair loyal heart there is combination to cher
ish, when God is good to a man and allows MN 70
meet it,
The servant had now answered the tinkling BELL
Frances acting the housewife to make any
comment on his enthusiastic description of what was to
he fond in the north Her pale cheeks Redeemed as
spoke and he took promising sign. She was
that he had yet no knowledge OF his loss
and wondered when and where such knowledge would
come to him. She hoped enlightenment would be de-
ayed until the Scottish line, Or across IT,
herself and persuade him. if could not to return
When she confession she would be in posi-
ZION to relate all Cromwell had said to her. show
that general given orders which would block any
reveal his determination
Scot should he entangle himself further with English
politics had the gravest doubts that these dan
gers would influence him.. She knew him well enough
be that his own personal safety weighed but
lightly with him, opposition would determine
him try conclusions with it, unabashed by the over
whelmng odds against him.
These reflections troubled her until thetime they
on their horses more when Armstrong interrupted
them by crying out:
II sent him on long SINCE" replied Frances.
"Good. We shall soon overtake him Goodby' pirate
he cried the grinng hostler May meet you on the
road next time with thousand pounds and If
you whisper Banbury to Iwill not lift penny of it.
enriched old man raising his cap in salute wished
more travellers the brawny Scot came that way.
why do you call the poor man a prate?" asked
Frances.
me capable, prompt and energetic hghwayman, and
admitted on quiet that had cut himself
upon occasion in the days of his youth:
"And why does he think highwayman?"
"Ah, would be telling. Suppose it is because
fairest lady in the land? The have
the biggest rascals No shall not incrminate
myself but shall maintain of the amiabe hypo-
critic. Here rides Will Armstrong the honest man, if
take his own word for it. But the hostler knows
better comngs and goings and draws his
sage conclusions. Banbury o. Lord, shall
forget Banbury! -. 1t is a place of mystery,
the keeper dark rides midnight
theft treachery Ask the Broughton road where
Cromwell lies, to reveal what it knows Things happen
along that track king nothing Of
royal signature takes journeys that he counted
"Heaven's PITY What do you mean? p" moaned the
girl, whitening the lips He laughed joyoAsly, but
himself when he the terrifying effect of his
words on his companion They were now clear of Ban
had met with opposition and they had not
the turrets of the town sinking in the rear
'My foolish words have frightened Forget them
accommodating experiences that will interest to
the time for the telling of them, but Of
thing assured the good Lord stands by his
and he has shielded since yesterday morning broke
Come Frances let gallop. That and trust in the
Lord will remedy all the ills of man or woman.
She glad of the respite, and they set off at full
peed, nevertheless her mind sorey troubled What
did know, what did he know? beat thru her brain in
unison with the catter of the horses hoos not
possible that chance had brought him thus to the
center of her guilty secret Cromwell treachery midnight
ea the Brougton road these words and phrases tor
tured her Was this then the line Of his revenge? Die
he know all and did he to keep her thus in
pense, limiting, soothing her revivng them
making her black crime the subject of jest and laughter
She cast glance her shoulder Banbury had disap
peared; they alone, flying the land The doub
unbearable; she would endure it no longer. I'm
petuousy she refined her horse to stand. STOP sh
cried the word her horse and Bruce halted
and stood. The turned with alarm to her agi
tated face.
What do you mean by talk of Broughton ant
Cromwell?"
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