Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1903-08-22

tlce, hot as he is. passes me alto
sether."
Say nothing of it, Sir Arthur
broke In Owain Vaughan; Il was In the
wrong, and / beg to thank Master
Heathcote for the great help ne has
days"
80 you are he, too, nephew said
my uncle. well well, how queerly
things turn out. But we'll get home,
and you shall tell me all the news
l fetched Whitesock and we moved
up the road together toward the house
talking of Butley Croft and Worcester
shire affairs.
Ny Uncle, Sir Arthur Vaughan, was
my fathers half brother. My grand
father Wal twice married. first to Mar
gnret Lathrope, Of n neighboring fam
fly: secondly, to Letitia Vaughan, a
Welsh lady. or each marriage there
was one son, and, as my father did not
marry until late in life, Sir Arthur had
lived many years at Butley Croft Oh
the footing OF heir-apparent.
Not long after my birth, his maternal
grandfather died-Sir Lewis Vaughan
of Nant-y-Bryn, and, as his motner
was an only child, Arthur Heathcote
departed for Wales, took the maternal
inheritance and name, and was lost 10
Worcestershire.
VI III IOlilCu NhS "Ao
and was killed in an attack OF the par
lament troops upon q fortified house
I'm Warwickshire, into which q num-
Der of royalists had thrown themselves;
my mother died within two years ar
terward, and / had been left to the
care Of my grandfather, who lived TO u
very advanced age. He had now been
dead some years. and, practically, i
mad been master of Butley Croft since
I was Of any age capable of under
standing a little Of affairs.
AS we walked on, the or
the road parte& us into couples, and
my uncle Jagged a little behind.
But your appearing In this sudden
and secret fashion, nephew" said he
Il judge that o are flying from
something"
"You have hit It exactly, uncle"
l returned, 1T is the old cause"
us it SOP" said Sir Arthur. What's
on foot now?"
you must know" l began, what
eXcitment and uneasiness are prevail
ing throughout the country at pres
ent. There are many who believe the
power of the parliament army is UNI
ming to a close, and or all hands men
are thinking that the sun is about TO
turn on our side Of the hedge"
II near but little of these matters
said my uncle. I'VE are out OF the way
Of news. Tell me everything"
Willingly" said I, so far as 1 know
of matters. This unrest and the gen
eral dislike Of the country being
d]ragooned by men who know nothing
of the proper arts Of government, are
leading to many plots being formed
against the present authorities, and
partisans of the old cause are ndi
together, in hopes of striking a blow
to better things"
and you have been mixed up with
one Of these affairs2"
II have said I; but there was a
traitor among US. for l had a word by
n sure hand to tell me that Sir John
p~ostgate knew everything, and was
taking measures to lay us by the
heels"
"Sir John Postgate,' said my uncle;
that bitter old Independent fellow. Is
he still alive?"
HE is. indeed" ! returned, land es
active as ever. l took the road within
two hours, and, after making n o
loop TO throw off pursuit, headed foI
your mountains
Twas impossible to do better sale
Sir Arthur. You are safe here as a
man can be. If 1t was known where
y@l were. force could not come through
the hills without our being aware of 1t
and you have only to march half 9
mile beyond Nant-y-Bryn to have thir'
ty miles OF hiding places open TO YOU.
l thanked him, and we were by this
time in front of the house.
1t was a huge building, very broad FOL
It's height, end constructed Of square
masses Of the dark gray stone which
the ~neighborhood yielded plentifully
the windows small, with the lowest {
rood height from the ground and heav'
ny ironed: the door OF three-inch oak
!. studded with stout bolts and nails.
You will think Nant-y-Bryn a mere
dungeon. ! fear, after u beautifu
Butley Croft, nephew said Sir Arthur
, waving his head toward the gloom!
, pile; but It was built at a day whei
men looked more for strength thar
comfort, and perchance We may Nee
it's strength once more
"Ay, ay," said Owain, for we wer
> four together again, and the youn
l lady looked grave. !,
, My uncle blew n coll on n shrlI
! whistle which hung from a button q
! his coat, and q man appeared froT
! within. WhitesoCk and the black hors
were handed over to his care, and W
= entered q large ill-lighted hall. My un
Gle at once carried me TO his library
that we might finish our conversatlol
Y Ii WAS a LONG, low room, one wall NOR
than half covered with books, n doze
e volumes scattered about a broad oake
4 table, and, near the hearth, a great el
how chair, into which he dropped an
stretched his feet toward the ampl
n fire of logs and turf blazing on the wid
hearth.
$50 you must keep out Of the wa
s for a few months, nephew said he.
II More than that, uncle" said l, III
{ am to save my neck
II "Pooh!" laughed Sir Arthur; "yo
- 100. Fn1laV.vo pNtIf foo t1llRh ~innnrtnn(
| on your escapades.'
Third time pays for all" said |.
What do you mean?" asked my VI
Gle.
d First" said 1, II was with Pendrud
1t dock"
I'm 49," cried Sir Arthur. YOU
boy!"
6 as l am now. A dozen of us o dow
south from Worcestershire"
What followed?" demanded Sir A
thur.
Nothing, SO far as 1 was concerned
said l. wv paid out tenth to the m;
d jor generals, but, Of course, so did Il
rest OF the cavaliers"
il. And next?'
Il was with Sir George Booth, la
summer, at Chester
< II see," said my uncle, you've hi
practice before at running away"
TX From Wilmington bridge, "
mean" said L. Yes; Whitesock ca
ID ried me through the fight, and tn
TX thirty miles from the field before
id drew rein. got clear by f%orfeitil
lie The Chase and Copp's Holding.
S, My uncle raised his hands and
~ them fall. The Chase and CopI
;" Holding" he groaned; Il would e
j: change my waste OF barren hills
- the rental of either. Nephew, l ha
10 lone wrong to desert Butley Croft I
y, so many years. You Will dash the e
m tate to pieces
Sir Arthur" / cried, would y
have me idle when such things were