Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1904-03-03

From the prison to London Pool was
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
Odors filed 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
VIII 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 ar
the carriage, made down the stairway,
half carrying the dropping 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. There came the rattle
of wheels upon the quay, and the
sound of a driver flashing his horses.
A carriage rolled up, and there sprang
from the box muff1ed figure which
resolved itself into the very embodi-
ment of haste
Hold the horses, mani he cried to
the nearest bystander, and sprang
swiftly to the head of the stairs, where.
loiterer or two stood idly gazing out
into the mist which overhung the wa
ter
Saw you aught of a man" he de-
manded hastily, "a man and a woman,
tall young woman-you could not
mistake her? Twas the Polly Green
way they should have found. Tell me,
for Gods sake, has any boat put OUT
from this stair?'
why, sir" replied one of the wherry-
men who stood near by, pipe in mouth
and hand in pocket, since you men
ton it, there was boat started but
this instant for midstream. They
sought McMaster's brigantine, the
Polly Perkins, that lies waiting for
the tide. Twas, as you say, young
gentleman, and with him was young
woman. / misdoubt the lady was i'll. =
Get me a boat" cried the new,
Conner "A sovereign five soyereigns.
ten sovereigns. hundred-but that
ship must not weigh anchor until
board her, do you heart"
The ring of the imperative voice,
and moreover the ring of good Eng
fish coin, set all the dock astir.
there came up another
wherry with two lusty fellows, who
laid her at the stair where stood the
impatient stranger.
Hurry, menu he cried. t'Tis life
and death-'tis more than life and
DEATH"
brother now, or Sir Arthur, or the
Lady Catharine-why, It's as much
confused as though 'twere all in a
play!''
But Sir Arthur cried that my ship
was for France Yet here they tell me
that this brjgantine is bound for the
mouth of the ST. Lawrence, in Amer
lea! What then of this other, and
what of my brother what of us-what
OFF"
why, think this, said Mary Con-
nynge, calmly. That you do very well
to be rid of London jail; and for my
own part, tbs rare appetite the salt
air ever gives mel"
Upon the same morning tide there
was at this very moment just setting
aloft her sails for the first high airs
Of dawn the ship of McNasters, the Pol
ly Perkins, bound for the port of Brest.
She came down scarce half-dozen
cable lengths behind the craft which
bore the fugitiyes now beginning their
journey toward another land Upon
the deck of this ship, even as upon
the other, there we're those who waited
eagerly for the dawn There were
two men here, Will Law and Sir Arthur
Pembroke, and whether their CONVEX
sation had been more eager or more
angry, were hard to tell VIII Law,
broken and detected, his heart torn by
a thousand doubts and thousand
pains, sat listening, though but half
comprehending.
Every plan gone wrongi" cried Sir
Arthur. Every plan gone wrong, and
out of it all we can only say that he
has escaned from nrison for whom M