The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1903-08-16

terday morning broke. Come. Frances.
let US gailop- That and a trust in the !
Lord viii remedy al the lis Of man |
or woman"
She was glad Of the respite. and they
set OFF at full speed, nevertheless. her
mind was sOrely troubled. What did
he know, what did he know beat
through her brain in unison with the
clatter of the horses hoofs. IL was not
possible that chance had brought him
thus to the very center OF her guhty
secret. Cromwell. treachery. midnight
stealth. the BrOughton road, these
words and phrases tortured her. Was
this then the line of his revenge DID
he know all and did he purpose to keen
her thus in suspense, limiting, soothing
her fears, then reviVing them, making
her black crime the subject of jest and
laughter She cast a glance over her
shoulder. Banbury had disappeared,
they were alone. hying over the land.
The doubt was unbearable; she Would
endure it no longer. Impetuously she
refined her horse TO stand. Stop,
she cried, and at the word her own
horse and Bruce halted and stood The
young man turned with alarm to her
agitated face.
What do you mean by your talk OF
Broughton and Cromwell?
20. that is a secret. / did not intend
I
when we could laugh over 1t together.
1t is no laughing matter l must
know what YOU mean
'-AH dangers are 1aughable once they
are past An unknown, unsupported
danger threatened me az BanDufy. II IS
now past and done with, and the person
who plotted against me can harm me
no more. There are rea s)ns why l do
not wish to mention this persons namc.
Barring that. / may tell YOU now as
we'll as another time, if you care to
listen"
DO / know the person.
20, yes. You knew the person long
before / did. 1t was "A person | trusted.
but now know to be a traitor and a
thief
1t was some moments before Frances
I could speak, but at last she said very
quietly, looking down at her horse
name:
Tell me the story. and j viii tell you
! the name OF the thief"
You slept badly last night. Did you
III heard the clock strike the
: hours
Il heard it.strike 3, but lay 50 locked
4 in drowsiness that 1 new not the Lord
, was calling to me. If the seven sleep
{ erS were melted into one. l would out
: sleep that one. Well, to get on, / was
I IODBeQ III the night II must nave OEGH
at that hour, for / remember dimlE
! soEle sort OF disturbance. But Provl-
/ dence stood my friend. BY the merest
chance it might seem, but not by
/ chance as 1 believe. / saw the cerature
I make for BrOughton. so here's for
BroughtOn. cried 1, 'on the bare back
/ of Black Bruce and see if nv good
4 pistols would win back what had been
| stolen from me- The BrOughton road
II was, and the pistols did the bust
] ness, saying this, he whisked from his
! pocket the kings COMMISSION, waving
| IL triumphanuy aloft. Her wide eyes
I drank in the amazing sight Of it, slow
~ trimming with superstitioUs fear.
and then she asked q duplicate OF the
question that had been asked of her q
/ few hours before.
Did you kill CROMWELL:
! Cromwell L never saw him.
From whom then did you wrench
| that parchment"
From the thief Of course He never.
/ reached Cromwell"
20, I'm going mad, Who is the
thief. who is the theft"
De COurcy, if you must know. Why
does this trivial matter so disturb you
De Courcy followed us from Oxford last
night and was lodged at our inn. BY
some means he penetrated into my
room, stole this from me and 1 never
] L
/ BrOughtOn and not even then. to tell
the exact truth. But L remembered
that he had seen me place this paper
in the inside pocket Of my vest i'm the
kings own presence and then the
whole plot came TO me. Before he saw
BroughtOn, Bruce and I were down
upon him like a Highland storm on the
lowlands. NV sword, you should have
seen US! For a minute there was one
whirligig Of horses legs and French
( man, like a rare show of acroba Is
struck by whirlwind. If I had not
been so angry l would have had the
best laugh of my life" and the genial
William threw back his head and made
! the wood echo with his merriment al
the recollection. But the girl was sober
; enough.
This is not the kings commission
she said quickly.
''Oh, but it is"
TT is not. Have you read it?'
mo. but that's soon DONE
Z He united the cord and unfolded tho
! sheepskin. She leaned eagerly forward
: and scanned the writing, while Arm
! strong read it aloud.
you sec" he cried gIeefully "Oi
course it is the commission. There arr
/, the names Of Traquair and all the rest
4 Just as / gave them TO the secretary
and there is Charles Rex in the king
own hand"
! 1T is a duplicate. Cromwell has IN,
| original. You never left De COurc,
] alive within a mile of Broughton cas-
2 tle?"
. "I did that very thing. Not as livell
S as have seen shin, yet alive. never
theless."
Then ride. ride for the north W,
: | have stood too long ehattering here.
''All in good time. Frances. There il
no more hurry than ever there was
less indeed. for it seems to me tina
! Cromwell or some reason. wants q
come at this by fraud and no by force
l. But nov that de COurCys name is men
toned between US, ] ask you what yo1
! know against him more than / hav
? told yoU?"
Against him? know everything
against him. Would that you had kille,
him. He would sell his soul, if h
. has one. He robbed my dying father
q and on the day Of his death, when
was the only one in London who dil
not know he was executed, De COurc,
j. lured me to his apartments at White
hall. under pTetence of leading me &
the king that I might plead for m
. fathers life. There he attempted TO en-
, trap me, snapped in my hand the swor
q which / had clutched from the wall &
defend myself and l struck him twice il
the face and blinded him with his Ow
q false blood and 50 escaped. JudgC
then. my fear when l saw him Their
g / Of n,Fnfd