The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1904-06-01

Saying which. as though she han
called to her aid the last atom of her
strength, she staggered back and half
fell against the wall near the inner
gate The rude jailer sprang forward
to steady her.
Eyes, yes" he whispered, eagerly.
"'Tis all proper. These be the words
Pray you, have courage, lady"
There came into the corridor muir
muir of voices, and there was audible
also the sound of mans footballs ap-
preaching along the flags. Catherine
Knollys looked through the bars Of the
gate which the turnkey was already
beginning to throw open for her. She
looked, and there appeared upon her
vision a sight which caused her heart
to stop, which COMPOUNDED all her rea-
son. From side door there advanced
John Law, magnificently clad, walking
now as though he trod the floor of some
great hall or banquet room.
The woman waiting without the gate
reached out her arms. She would have
cried aloud. Then she fell back against
the wall, whereat had she not grasped
she must have sunk down to the floor.
Upon the arm of John Law, and look
ing up to him as she walked, there
hung the clinging figure of a woman,
half-hidden by the Pickering shadows
of the torches. A deep cloak fell back
from her shoulders. 1t might have
been the light fabric of the aborigine.
Upon the foot of Mary Connynge.
twinkling in and out as she walked,
showed the crudely garnished little
shoe of the Indian princess over seas,
dainty, bizarre, singular, covering the
smallest foot in all London town.
"By all the saints!" Law was saying,
you might be the very maker of this
little slipper yourself. l 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 Love!"
The jailer with one quick gesture
swung wide the gate Haste, haste!"
he cried. Quick and begone! This
night may mean my ruin! Get We
gone, all Of We, and give me time to
think Out with We all, for must lock
the gate!"
John Law passed as one stupef1ed,
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 babe 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.
ITO Be Continued