The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1905-04-14

quaint NV man with my destination"
The fellows knowing they had me
would consent to nothing was
hustled into a coach, carried 10 Luz,
low. and there locked in a putrid cen
"a cell such as was used Tor crlni'
inals of the worst type.
An ignominious ending TO mus
delightful day! An ending altogether
unaccountable to me. "A warrant
signed by the King!" the constapie
said and that was all he would say.
Put not your faith in Princes ZOE
when they promise most they o<
least
wondered how long 1t would take
Gil to find out where l was hidden
7 wondered for four days. The nrsr
day paced my cell in varying moods-
I damned that linkman up and down
the length ard breadth Of England,
that he had not waited long enough
to learn where they we're taking me
so as to acquaint Gil with the fact.
tried in every way possible to
bribe my jailor to send word to hlm'
or at least to find out who had been
instrumental in my arrest, and what
I had been arrested for. 1t was OF no
avail He would only say that he
had his orders; l would soon know.
The old hypocrite!
But what fretted me most was that
could not keep my word In three
instances: to my lady, who would
look for me, and conjecture as to
what kept me from her; to the men
who would await my coming back
of Montague House-how they would
ieer at my seeming cowardice; and to
myself, whom l had promised an, in
terview with Lady Dwight. / was
burning to be rid of my news. My
plans had been, after seeing Lady
Dwight to send Gil on to Long Haut
with the information to Lord Waters
of another son.
When the day in which I was to
see Rosemary and the others passed,
I Gained down. The following days
| passed quite TRANQUILITY awaiting de-
velopments, losing myself in dreams
of Rosemary. quite the most profitable
thing | could do, although 1t seemed
sacrilege to bring my lady even in
thought into so vile a place as this
cell wherein | was confined. It was
dank and humid, while loathsome in
sects with legs as many as centipedes
crawled about. In a corner a window
grated and barred hung and through
this the light of day filtered. looked
toward its faint beams, on this the
fourth day Ga beam however small
and lean was preferable to the dark
corners of this hole) and saw Gid
ing in like fairy elfin a butterfly.
Poor wanton thing. Life must indeed
have been monotonous that it should
forsake light and joy, for darkness
and pain AS l watched it, too high
for me to reach, stone was hurled
through the CRATES in the window, and
hit the luckless flying insect, that
twisted like a leaf in autumn down,
down, while the stone reDounded from
the wall of the cell to my feet
1t had a paper tied about 1t, and l
FASTENED to pick it up, fearing my
tailor might have heard the noise and
come to see what it meant. | hid
the paper and listened. All was still.
| held it up to the light and read,
Tonight" At last Gil was en- evil
dence.
Now my brain kept tacking to
pleasanter things; how would Gil ac'
complish his task? How wreck these
prison bars?
| pushed the three-legged stool be-
meath the window and stood upon 1t.
I could lust reach the window sill
with my finger tips. | drew myself
I'M and looked out, as | had done
MANY times before. l saw tops of
trees and far off a winding stream;
now all was hazy like a picture seen
through a smoked glass. l could see
a light bobbing here and there, and
imagine | heard the measured cadence
of the boatsmen's oars, as they fer
ried their fares across. was not
high up in that old prison, else thst
fraM butterfly had not fiuttered TO
it's death, or the stone been thrown.
(To be continued)