Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1904-06-10
CHAPTER XVI.
HE moment that the excitement
If tho Wears idenfificatio had

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the worthy OLD man to the
gates and there quitting him under
pretext of fetching a hackney coach.
skipped without and, hiring one with
a couple of the horse patrol at sQueez
ing price, jumped in and made of fol
his inn at Pimlico, leaving his whilom
preceptor to shift for himself.
Sir Robin had no mind at all for
duels with any one, least Of all with the
resurrected Sir Percy de Bohun, whom
his guilty conscience suspected to be
fully cognizant of the author Of hia
all this and, IL possible, more SO by the
accounts he had listened to right and
left of his valorous and most mysteri.
GUS namesake, the little gentleman at
once made up his mind as to the course
wisest for him to pursue and forthwith
pursued it.
Back to Pimlico and into bed, SILVER
ing betwixt the linen and feathers; up
for q toilet of the best and neatest,
curling his wig thrifty himself by the
fire, good breakfast, q coach ut noon
with Kennaston castle for goal and
himself and his ardent and blissful
hopes and beliefs for freight and lug
gage.
For, not twelve hours since. had not
my Lady Peggy's own emissary. the
delightful "Mr. Incognito." told him
that his mistress was leaving for home
last night? Nay. had not Peggy her
self, with her own lips. said that she
started for Kennaston ''ere cockcrow,"
ard whatever could such words mean
but, that he. the object of her tenderest
solicftude, should follow her at once.
That same morning toward dawn
Percy had ridden home alone, leaving
Kennaston, cheered by a smile and a
pressure of Lady Diana's hand. to re-
turn to his, chambers in Grub street.
whittier the young poet had removed
some few days since from Lark lane, at
the instance Of having had a piece Of
good fortune in the way Of a common
dalton from no less a parsonage than
the great DR.. johnson himself.
The reflections Of Peggy's adorer
were various and most tormenting.
His brain, Al he tossed in his bed, was
a labyrinth wherein he wandered, vain
ly endeavoring to solve such riddles
as
where was Lady Peggy? Was she
indeed the bride Of either Of the Sir
Robins? Who was the comely young
gentlemanly rogue who had for weeks
bewitched the fair and charmed the
brave: Where Tad he Disappeared
To whom in reality was he indebted
for the saving Of his own life at the
Dove pier, and whose were the st.
end of him thereY
Bewildered and at wits end. he final
~, as the sun was at meridian. sprang
from his uneasy couch. rang and rap
ped thrice for Grigson. made a sorry
pretense ut conversing on politics with
his uncle, whom he presently encoun-
tered in the hall; inwardly cursed the
old gentleman and ut last, by 3 o'clock,
got his will, which was, astride Of the
long roam, Grigson on the black, to
cross to the Surrey side of the river
and ride as fast as ever he could to
Kennaston castle.
by heavens" cried he to himself,
pounding Battersea bridge. 1T is time
her father knew, and her lady mother,
too, that she is neither in Kent nor any.
where else In their reckoning, and IL 1t
puts 'em both into their shrouds they'll
hear the truth and set about solving the
riddle before sunrise tomorrow. I'm
sailing on Thursday for the colonies,
but go not until l am assured Of her
safety and her happiness"
Thus it happened that not above three
hours after Sir Robin had started from
Pimlico with his destination Kennas-
ton, Sir Percy quilted Charlotte street
with the same beacon in view, and
each, the one in his coach, t'other In
his saddle, brain full and heart burst
ing with but one thought. and that
Lady Peggy Burgoyne.
Her ladyship meantime, on landing
from the wherry, fairly scampered her
way to Mr.. BrummeI's for fear of des-
peradoes and Mohocks. At one point
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from the open window Of a gaming
house, at another bullet whizzed
above her head, the outcome of a duel
being fought in a narrow street she
traversed. In and out she threaded her
path until presently the pink flush of
the dawn pierced the fog into a silvery
mist, and she had gained the Beau's
threshold. Passing the sleepy servants.
Peggy ran up to her room and once
again drew the bundle from its hiding
place, tucked the long tail of her dark
hair well inside, cast a glance Of pitia-
BILE amusement about the chamber, and
says she. going:
God knows il ever get leave to put
on lady's garments again, but I'll
never come back here, that's certain.
since now am 1 no one, not even Sir
Robin McTart"
So. challenged merely by the stin
drowsy footman who asks. beg par.
don, and with submission, Sir Robin,