The Evening statesman. [volume] (Walla Walla, Wash.) 1903-1910, 1905-04-08
fehemently expressed, terrified at least
Gne listener. Why was her father sc
universally detested? What had he

universally detested? What had he
done? Stern he was undoubtedly, bul
just, as his reception of herself haG
shown, and courteous to all to whom
she heard him speak; yet the memory
of that phrase, "Strike through utter.
ed with such ruthless GOODNESS, haunt.
ed her memory, and she heard again
the shriekS of those trampled under
foot. 1t was an indication that what
he had to do he did with all his might
reckless of consequence. If any oc-
cupied his path, the INSTRUCTOR had to
stand aside or go down, and such q
course does not make for popularity.
The windows being now shattered
and barred securely, and the tumult
muff1ed into indistinct murmur. lights
were brought in. Mrs. Jarrett urged
the girl to partake Of some refresh
ment, but Frances insisted on waiting
for her father. The secretary, seeing
her anxiety, said:
''Mr. Vollins went out some two
hours ago to learn what was taking
place, and l am sure if anything Sc.
rious had happened he would have
been here before now with tidings."
"Who is Mr.. Vollins?'
His lordships treasurer, madam
AS the words were uttered, the door
opened, disclosing John Vollins, the ex
preston of whose serious, clean shaver
face gave little promise of encourage
ment
what news, Mr.. Vollins? The mot
seems rampant again." spoke up the
secretary.
"Disquieting news, or / am misled
The rumor is everywhere believed that
his lordship was arrested in parliament
this afternoon and is now in prison"
Impossible! 'Twould be a breach
of privilege. In parliament! 1t cannot
be. Did you visit the precincts of
parliament?"
mo man can get within q mile of it.
the mass Of people is 80 great. It
seems as if all London were cOncen-
trated there, and one is swept hither
and thither in the crush like straw
on the pillows of the sea. Progress is
out of the question except in what
ever direction impulse sways the mob.
There are so many versions of what
is supposed to have happened that
none can sift the truth. 1t is said that
parliament, behind closed doors, i'm
peached his lordship, and that when
he demanded entrance to his place he
was arrested by order Of the two houses
acting conformity
But even if that were true-and it
seems incredible-the king can liberate
him at a word
''They say even the king and court
have fed and that hereafter parliament
will be supreme. but one cannot believe
a 1.-THE of what is flying through the
streets this night. The people are mad,
stark mad
lady in case an announcement so
fraught with dread to all of them
should prove too much for her. but
Frances was the most collected of any
there. IF that is all" she said calmly,
"'twill be but temporary inconven-
fence to my father which he will make
little Of He has committed no crime,
and may face with fortitude the judg-
ment of his peers, certain of trium-
plant acquittal Heis in London by COM
mand of the king, his master, and his
majesty will see to it, should all else
fail, that he suffers not for his Obedi-
ence."
This conclusion was so reasonable
that it had the effect of soothing the
apprehensions of all who heard it, and.
young as she was, Frances seemed to
assume a place of authority in the es-
timation of those present, which was to
stand her in good stead later in the
evening.
1t was after 9 o'clock that there was
a rap at the door
"Who is there?'' asked the secretary
through the grating.
"a messenger from the court" was
the reply. Frances had come up the
hall on hearing the challenge.
what name?" demanded the secre-
tary.
ode Courcy Open quickly, l beg of
you The mob has surged down the
street, but it may return at any mo-
ment"
"Open," said Frances. with decision,
and the secretary obeyed.
De Courcy came in, unacceptable at
first because of the cloak that envelop-
ed him. The door was secured behind
him, and he flung his cloak to one of
the men standing there. His gay plum
age was somewhat ruff1ed, and the girl
never thought she would be so heartily
glad to see him.
rs it true that my father is sent to
the TowerY' were her first words.
mo, mademOiselle; but he is in
custody. arrested by order of parlia-
ment, and at this moment detained in
the house of James Maxwell, keeper of
the Black Rod, who took his sword
from him and is responsible for his
safety. 'Tis said he will be taken to
the Tower tomorrow, but they reckon
not on the good will of some of us who
are his friends, and they forget the
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