Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-01-11

z 2 ''Is all well. ,-s,>eu wlil Law, eag- erly
 "He is safe,' said Lady Catharine Knollys Tt is done. It is finished.
 What does this mean?'' exclaimed Will.
 ."His carriage-there it is. It goes to the ship--to the Pool. He and Mary Connynge 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?''
 T do not know" said Catharine Knollys. All things now seemed very far way from her. Her head sank gently forward, and she neaHd not the words of the man who frantically sought to awaken her to. speech.
 From the prison to London Pool was a 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 filled the heavy air, penetrated none the less by the savor of the keen SoI of NT~y. <~;o 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.
 TO the Abrigantine beyond!" cried Will Law to the wherryman who came up. We want Capt. McMasters, of the Polly Perkins. For Gods sake, quick!t 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 Wil1 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, 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, it 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 driver flashing his horses. A carriage rolled up, and there sprang from the box. muff1ed figure which resolved itself into the very embodl- 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 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 tion 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, a young gentleman, and with him was young woman misdoubt the lady was i'll. -
 "Get me a boat!" cried the new comer "A sovereign, five sovereigns, ten sovereigns, hundred-but that ship must not weigh anchor until board her, do you hear!'
 The ring of the imperative voice, and moreover the ring of good Eng fish coin, set all the dock astir Straightway there came up another wherry with two lusty fellows, who laid her at the stair where stood the impatient stranger.
 Hurry, men!" he cried. "'Tis life and death--'tis more than life and death!'
 And such fortune attended Sir Ar thur Pembroke that forsooth he went over the side of the Polly Perkins, even as the gray dawn began to break over the narrow Thames, and even az the anchor-eo-,e- of 4',a nrn-v struck up.
 (To be continued)