The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1904-06-01
THE MISSISSIPPI
, BUBBLE
By EMERSON HoUGfl
Author Of Tho Story Of the Cowboy"
Tho Girl At the Halfway House. etc.
toopyrashs. ,saa, BY Emerson Rough,
CHAPTER XIV.
IF THERE WE'RE NEED

Time wore on in the ancient capital
OF England. The tramp of troops
echoed in the streets, and the fleets of
Britain made ready to carry her sons
over the seas for wars and for adven-
lures. The intrigues of party against
party, of church against church, of
parliament against king; the loves.
the hates, the ambitions, the desires
of all the city's hurrying thousands
went on as ever. Who, then, should
remen Der single prisoner, waiting
within the walls of England's Jail?
The hours wore on slowly enough for
that prisoner. He had faced a jury of
his peers and was condemned to face
the gallows. Meantime he had said
farewell to love and hope and faithful
ness, even as he babe farewell to life.
''Since she has forsaken me whom l
thought faithful" said he to himself,
''why, let it end, for life is mocxery
would not live out" And thence
forth, haggard but laughing, pale but
with unbroken courage, he trod on his
way through his few remaining days,
the wonder of those who saw him.
AS for Mary Connynge. surely she
had matters enough which were best
sept secret in her own soul. While
LADY Catharine was hoping, and pray
ing, and dreaming and believing, even
rs the roses left her cheek and the hol-
lows fell beneath her eyes, she saw
about her in the daily walks Of life
Mary Connynge, sleek and rounded as
ever. They sat at table together, and
neither did the one make sign to the
other of her own anxiety, nor did that
other give sign of her own treachery.
Mary Contynge, false guest, false
friend, false woman, deceived so per-
iectly that she left no indication of de-
ceit. She herself knew, and blindly
satisfied herself with the knowledge,
that she alone now came close into the
life Of Beau" Law, the convict;
'tJessamy" Law, the student, the
financier, the thinker; John Law, her
lord and master. Herein she found
the sole compensation possible in her
savage nature. She had found the
master whom she sought!
Into the heart of Catharine Knollys
there came no mere mad selfshness of
desire, yearn though she did in every
fiber of her being since that first time
she felt the mastering kiss of love.
There was born in her soul emotion of
higher sort. The Lady Catharine
Knollys prayed, and her prayer was
not that her lover should die, but that
he might live; that he might be free.
yyo ic 1Dft
nourished in the mind of the high-bred
and courageous English girl. Alone,
with no confidant to counsel her, with
no woman friend to aid her, the Lady
Catharine Knollys backed her own
hopes and wishes with resource and
energy There came time, perilously
late, when faint rose showed once
more in her cheek, long SO worn, a
family brighter light glowed in her
deep eye.
When Sir Arthur Pembroke received
message from the Lady Catharine
Knollys advising him that the latter
~ou!' receive him at her home, it was
left for the impulses, the hopes, the
imaginings of that modest young noble
man to establish reason for the mes
sage. Puzzling all along his rapid way
in answer to the summons, Sir Arthur
found the answer which best suited
bis hopes in the faint flush. the bright
ened eye of the young woman who re-
ceived him.
Lady Catharine," he began, impet-
noisy. Il have come, and let me hope
that It's at last to have m. answer. l
have waited-each moment has been
"earfhat nave spenr away from yea
Now. that is very pretty sad"