Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-03-11

'I swear by all I love-by my love for you.'' .'.. .-..
 "And you will trust me?'
 Always, always! Oh, can you wait while they take you7'' kiss me"
 "Ah''- .-.
 He strained her to him once and sprang toward the door through which Henry had fled. But as he reached 1t Jarrat's form stood framed in the sash. His hand held pistol. At the same moment the room overfowed with men.
 "So ho," he smiled redly over white teeth. ''Not so sprightly, eh? Well, the other bird has 1own-curse those horses pounding-and we must be content with you, suppose. Lieuten- ant, put this conger eel in your care. An he gets off as did Patrick Henry, some one shall suffer for it. Nay, mis- tress, run not to him. Rather give me the packet which<the entertaining gen tleman gave into your care moment since doubt not it's contents will in- terest us all. It may even hold his pat ent of nobility"
 Anne's hands flew to her breast, and she shrank back as Jarrat advanced upon her. ...
 You rufian!'' ragged Colonel Tillot- son, beside himself with anger. "An you or your bloody backs lay finger on my niece"-
 "Heroics are misplaced, colonel" an- swered Jarrat curtly. twill you give up that paper, mistress?'
 A quick light came to the girls eyes, gazing past him. Fumbling in her dress, she drew forth the packet and held it out. But as he extended an arm to seize it she drew back and hurled it over his head through the dining room door, where huddled Nanny Evaline and the rest of the kitchen servants in a shivering group. :... .s.s...
 "Bonella!' she screamed. "Take it, Bonella! Run! Hide 1t! Runv' The redemptioner woman swooped upon the packet and was away like hare.
 Clumsy foolsv' foamed Jarrat as the soldiers bungled at the door catch. After her and bring her here!'
 Anne in the reaction felt her gaze upon Armand, erect between the sol diers, swim with tears. How could he stand so calm? And with the thought she felt a sudden shame for her weak ness. -."
 ''The wench has had her run," grum- bled one of the soldiers as they return ed with the redemptioner woman. "She hasn't it on her. She's tucked it away somewhere
 'I'll soon know where she's hidden it." stormed Jarrat. He interrogated her savagely. "No." she said brokenly: Il not tell"
 "Get a rawhide from the stables and stretch her out there. She'll talk fast enoughv'
 You'll not lash herv' cried Anne, with trembling lips.
 Jarrat made no reply. When the sol dier returned with the rawhide others dragged the woman into the center and stood waiting. The poor creature watch ed the preparations with her face ash en and her black eyes darting rapidly here and there.
 Now" said Jarrat menacingly, 'wil! you show where you hid that paper?" She was dumb. Once, twice, the heavy thong de- scended. At the first stroke she cow ed and cried out with pain. At the second line. of red started through the coarse oznabrig.
 Jarrat leaned and looked into her face T not tell you!' she wavered.
 "I'll have the kings law on you for this,'' the colonel hurled between his teeth
 Armand had remained quiet, but as the stroke fell twice again he trembled. The woman's lips were tight together. ''No, no, ne!'' she said between them. 'I not tell you! I not tell you-never!"
 Curse her"' Jarrat gnashed furious ly. 'Lay on, there, you! I say I'll have it out of her!'
 The wielder of the rawhide paused to tuck up his sleeve. The men who held her relaxed their hold for an in stant and she sank down on the floor with closed eyes.
 'They will kill herv' sobbed Anne, clutching her uncle's arm. "They will kill herv'
 Stand her up againw commanded Jarrat. A
 Armand had grown very white. At Anne's sob he strained forward in the grasp of the soldiers and cried: "Tel; him! I command you to tell him.'
 The woman opened her eyes, looked at. him. searchinglV and uncertainty.