Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1904-01-22

BY all the saints!" Law was saying,
you might be the very maker Of this
little slipper yourself. ! have won the
40 crowns, swear! Perforce, I'll leave
them to you in my will"
The shock Of the light speech made
even Mary Connynge vince. For the
moment she averted her eyes from the
handsome face above her. She looked,
and saw what gave her greater shock.
Law, too, stared, as her own startled
gaze grew fixed. He advanced close
to the gate, only to start back in a
horror Of surprise which racked even
his steeled composure.
Madam" he cried; and then, Cath
arine!"
Catharine Knollys made no answer
to him, though she looked straight and
calmly into his face, seeming not in the
least to see the woman near him. Her
eyes were wide and shining. "Sir,"
said she, keep fast to Hope! This
was for Faith, and for Lowell"
/ The jailer with one quick gesture
swung wide the gate. Haste, haste!"
he cried. "Quick and BECOME! This
night may mean my ruin! Get ye
gone, all Of We, and give me time to
think. Out with We all, for must lock
the gate!"
John Law passed as one stupefled,
the slender form of Mary Connynge
still upon his arm. Hands of men hur-
ried them. Quick! Into the car
riage" one cried.
And now the sounds of feet and
voices approaching along the corridor
were heard. The jailer swiftly swung
the heavy gate to and locked it. Cath
arine Knollys caught his last gesture,
which bade her begone as fast as
might be- Her feet were strangely
heavy, in spite Of her. She reached
the curb in time to hear only the whir
OF wheels as carriage sped away over
the stones of the street.. She stood
alone, irresolute for half an instant
as the crunch of wheels spun up to the
curb again. A hand reached out and
beckoned; involuntarily she obeyed the
summons. Her wrist was seized, and
she was half pulled through the door
| OF the carriage.
What" cried voice. "You, Lady
Catharine! Why, how is this?"
1 1t was the voice of Will Law, whom
she knew, but who certainly was not
the one who had brought her hither.
The Lady Catharine accepted this last
situation as one no longer able to rea-
son. She sank down in the carriage
seat, shivering.
us all well?" asked Will Law, Gag
erly.
He is SAFE" said Lady Catharine
Knollys. ut is done. It is finished"
i What does this mean?' exclaimed
Will.
His carriage-there it is. 1t goes
to the ship-to the Pool. He and
Mary Copnynge are only just ahead Of
us. You may hear the wheels. Do you
not hear them?" She spoke with Lead
en- voice, and her head sank heavily.
| What! My brother-Mary Con-
nynge-in that carriage-what can you
mean? My God! Lady Catharine, tell
me, what do you mean?"
Il do not know" said Catharinc
knellys. ALI things now seemed very
tar way from her. Her head sank
gently forward. and she heard not the
words of the man who frantically
sought to awaken her to speech.
From the prison to London Pool was
q Journey of some distance across the
streets of London. Will Law called out
to the driver with savagery in his
voice. He shouted, cursed, implored,
promised, and betimes held one hand
under the soft, heavy tresses of the
head now sunk SO humbly forward.
/ The mad ride ended at the quay on
Thames side, where the shadows of the
tall buildings lay rank and thick upon
the earth, where tarry smells and evil
| doors filled the heavy air, penetrated
none the less by the SAVIOR of the keen
salt air. More than one giant form
was outlined in the broad stream, YES
sells tall and ghost-like in the gloom,
shadowy, suggestive, bearing imprint
and promise Of far lands across the
sea.
ITO the brigantine beyond" cried
Will Law to the wherryman who came
up. I'VE want Capt. McMasters, OF
the Polly Perkins. For Gods sake,
quick! There's that afoot must be
caught up within the moment, do you
heart"
The wherryman touched his cap and
quickly made ready his boat Will
Law, understanding naught of this
swift coil of events, and not daring to
leave Lady Catharine behind him at
the carriage, made down the stairway
4 half carrying TIE dro5ping figure which
now leaned weakly upon his shoulder.
Pull now, man! Pull as you never
did before!" cried he, and the wherry-
man bent hard to his oars.
Yet great as was the haste Of those
who put forth into the foggy Thames
1t was more than equalled by that OF
one who appeared upon the dock, even
as the creak Of the oars grew fainter
in the gloom, Fhere came the rattle
pf wheels upon the quay, and the
sound of driver flashing his horses
A carriage rolled up, and there sprane
from the box muffied figure which
resolved itself into the very emhodi-
ment Of haste,
'Hold the horses, mani" he cried te
the nearest hystander. and sprane
swiftly to the head of the stairs. where
leiterer or two stood idly gazing out
into the mist which everhung the wa,
ter.
esaw you aught of a man. he de-
manded hastily. "a man and woman
q tall young woman-you could moi
mistake her? Twas the Polly Green
WAY they should have found. Tell me