Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1903-11-13

10 get, but came up to the castle to
see her"
"a most foolish excursion, sir, and
why, pray
Because l love her." said ONeill
calmly.
What" cried Coventry, in great
surprise and dismay. did you know
this. Eliza beth?'
is woman ever ignorant of the
feelings she excites In lovers breast,
sir?" O'Ncill answered for her.
And have you-did continued
Coventry, looking still at Elizabeth.
Lady Elizabeth has done nothing,
sir. No word Of affection has ever
crossed her lips, to me at least" again
replied O'Neill. "She would not even
wait"
'Oh, but she did," interrupted Gov
entry jealously-''a year-six months
she tried to postpone her wedding for
six months more. l begin to under
stand"
peace, Edwardw said Elizabeth,
trembling violently. 1.-The Marquis de
Richemont isis nothing to me-can
never be anything to me, that is. The
wedding shall proceed at the appoint
ed date. l gave you my word. 1t
was the wish of my mother, the wish
of the admiral, your wish
and yours also, dearest Elizabeth,
is it not?" said Coventry, taking her
hand entreatingly. She hesitated and
stood silent
Have me executed at once, sir, in
mercy and pity" said O'Neill to the
admiral. LET it be now-the sooner
the better. This 1 cannot stand. IT'S
too much"
Not So" replied the admiral grave
". II will consider the matter fur
Their and consult with you again.
Meanwhile If you will give me your
parole will allow you the freedom Of
the castle"
"Parole! IT'S given, sir. Faith,
hardly think you could drive me
away"
That's WELL" returned the admiral.
Sergeant, calf my steward and have
him assign chambers to the Marquis
de Richemont Coventry, I presume
you will place your wardrobe at his
disposal in case he needs anything.
Now the marquis will doubtless wish
to retire. We will see him in the
morning. Come, Elizabeth. Good
night sir. The sergeant will attend
you"
Lord Westbrooke, I thank you. Ma
Jor Coventry, your servant. Lady
Elizabeth. 1 wish you Joy on your we'd
ding. Good night" replied the young
man, bowling to them all in succession.
As the admiral and the others left
the room. the young lieutenant sank
down on his chair and put his head
upon his hands upon the table. The
old sergeant who had seen it all,
watched him moment in silence.
Walking up to him finally and lay
ing his hands on his shoulder with
the familiarity of a privileged charac-
! ter he said:
Come now, sir, be a soldier"
you can give no worse advice than
that to a sailor, my friend" replied
O'Neill, rising and smiling in spite
Of his misery. Lead on; I will fol-
low" he added.
As they passed down the great hall
the eyes Of the wretched lieutenant fell
upon a large picture hanging rather
low on the wall in q far corner above
a dais near the doorway. 1t was the
portrait Of beautiful woman in the
fashion Of some fifty years back. She
was seated in great carved oak chair,
the counterpart Of and evidently paint
ed from one sitting beneath It In
face and feature the portrait was a
striking likeness Of Lady Elizabeth
Howard. The skill Of the painter had
been SO great, the colors had been SO
nicely chosen, SO delicately laid on,
that In the Pickering. uncertain candle
light which left this part Of the room
In a rather deep shadow, the picture
actually seemed to breathe. O'Neill
stopped as If petrified.
"Come along, sir" said the sergeant
gruf1y.
"A moment II you please, my friend
"a moment What sort of a man are