Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-08-08

for her brow was wrinkled with anxiety.
but her eyes gazed steadily past him into
the distance. AS he made toward the party
they flashed one look of appeal upon him,
which said as plainly as words, For
heavens sake, ride on and do not recognize
me-" but the young man was oblivious to
everything except the fact that she was in
some trouble
Where are you going with this LADY," he
demanded of the officer.
You may we'll ask" said the man, in no
accent of pleasure. I'VE have come across
country to Carlisle under orders from one
authority and now must hale her back
to Durham. where General Cromwell Is sta
toned, and those are the orders of some one
else"
But 1t is all a mistake" cried William.
That's what I'm telling you," said the
man with a short laugh
This lady is a sister Of Captain Went
worth of our army.
so she says. Others say she Is the wo-
man who was with the Scotch renegade.
know nothing of it, and care less. l obey
orders
Sir" said Frances, coldly. II beg you
not to interfere. 1t is a mistake that will
be explained in due time, but these mon
must do as they are told. That much you
should know"
Although her words were spoken harshly
enough, her eloquent eyes were bringing
him to his senses, and a realization of the
unwisdom and futilty of his behavior. Be
f0re he cOulQ speak again q SnaTp voice be-
hind him rang out:
why are you lettering there7 Get on
with your
Without turning he knew who the speaker
was. and If he had not the CLEAN of fear in
the girls eyes might have warned him of
peril.
This man questions my ORDERS" said the
officer.
mo man has a right to question your
orders. Who is he?"
cd Int TIE
Courcy spurred the horse he rode in semi
circle to cut off his retreat. Instantly the
Frenchman raised a shout that echoed
through the streets Of the town, and arrest
ed every foot within hearing.
1.-The Scot! The Scott" he roared. stop
that mani Never mind the woman. After
him. Sound the signal and close the bridge.
The thousand pounds are mine by Cod"
Now Bruce was doing his best down the
main street Of Carlisle. A dozen sshots
spattered fire harmlessly. and a big bell
began to toll.
Armstrong was we'll ahead Of the troopers
who followed him. and he gained ground
at every stride. The pursuers were con-
tinually augmented from each lane and
alley. and came laundering after the flying
man like charge of cavalry. A turn in the
road brought the bridge in sight, and Arm
strong saw 1t was guarded only at the end
nearest him, and that merely by two lone
pikemen. He would NOW them down like
grass. he said to himself. as he drew his
sword.
Stand aside" he yelled 1.-THE Scot is
loose, and we're after him" The men
jumped aside. glad they were not called
upon to arrest such progress as they
beheld coming down upon them. 1t was
apparently one of their own officers who
commanded them, and there was neither
time to think nor question. AS the horse g
hoofs struck the bridge, the deep crash
of cannon doomed from the castle, and
before the fugitive reached the center
there arose at the other end of the bridge
he could not guess from whence they came
a troop or horse, as If the thunder Of the
gun had called the company magically
from the earth. Big Bruce stopped on the
crown of the bridge, at touch of the rein,
Quivering with excitement; raised his head
and gave a snort of defiance at the block
ade ahead of him. Armstrong glanced
back; the bridge, had closed on him like a
trap, both ends stopped by forces impos-
sible for one man to contend against
That cannon shot did 1t. Well planned"
he growled to himself his horse now drawn
across the bridge, alert for the word of
command, whatever 1t might be. Below,
the swollen Eden, Tipping full from bank
to bank, rolled yellow and surly to the sea-
Right and left. at either end Of the bridge
stood a mass of steel-clad men, impreg-
Courcy sprang off his horse to the bridge
and advanced with q valor, which Arm
strong sitting there. apparently calm. had
not given him credit for.
Hes my mani he cried. "Shoot him
dead If he raises his hand" Then to the
| Scot: Surrender quietly. You have no
chance. score Of muskets are turned on
| you.
'If they shoot, some Of them will wing