The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1905-03-09

glittering in a way that turn'd me cold.
| gave back pace, snatch'd up a chair
and with my back against the door,
waited his charge.
Twas in this posture that, finging a
glance across the room, I saw the Cap
tain's sword describe a small circle of
light, and next moment, with a sharp
cry, Anthony caught at the blade, and
staggered against the wall, pinn'd
through the chest to the wainscoting.
"Out with the lights, Dick" bawl'd
Settle, Juggling out his point. Quick,
fool-the Window
Dick, with a back sweep of his hand.
sent the candles flying off the shelf, and,
save for the flicker of the hearth. we
were In darkness. / felt, rather than
saw, his rush toward me; leap'd aside;
and brought down my chair with crash
on his skull. He went down like nine
pin, but scrambled mp in a trice, and
was running for the window. There was
a shout below as the Captain thrust the
lattice open; another, and the two dark
forms had clambered through the purple
square Of the easement, and dropp'd into
the bowling green below.
BY this, l had made my way across
the room, and found Anthony sunk
against the wall, with his feet outstretch-
ed There was something he held out
toward me, cropping for my hand and at
the same time whispering in a thick,
choking voice:
Here, Jack. here; pocket it quick!'
Twas a letter, and as my fingers clos
ed on it they met a damp smear, the
meaning Of which was but too plain.
Button it-sharp-in thy breast; now
feel for my sword. A cheat to die like
this-could have laugh'd for years yet.
The dice were cogg'd-hast found it?"
/ CROPPED beside him, found the hilt,
and held it up.
"So-'tis thine, Jack, and my mare
Molly, and the letter to take. Say to
Delis-Hark! they are on the stairs.
Say To-"
With shout the door was flung wide
and on the threshold stood the Watch.
their lanterns held high and shining in
Anthony's white face, and on the black
stain where his doublet was thrown open.
In numbers they were six or eight, led
by q small, wrynkled man that held a
long staff. and wore a gilt chain over
his furr'd collar. Behind, in the door
way, were huddled half dozen women,
peering, and Master Davenant, his great
face looming over their shoulders like a
moon.
"Now, speak up, Master Short.'
AYE, that 1 will-that 1 will; but my
head Is considering of affairs" answered
Master Short-he Of the wryneck. Zone.
two, three" He look'd round the
room, and finding but one capable of re-
sisting (for the potboy was by this time
in fit, clear'd his throat, and spoke up:
in the kings name, l arrest you all!
Now, what's the matterY'
Murder" said l, looking up from my
work Of staunching Anthonys wound.
Then forbear, and don't do it,
"Sirs," said l, laying poor Anthony s
head softly back, you are too late:
whilst ye were Gambling my friend is
dead"
Then. young man, thou must come
along"
Come alongr
''The charge is homocidium, or man
Staying, with or without malice pre-
/ pense@"
But" looked around The pot
boy was insensible, and my eyes fell on
Master Davenant. who slowly shook his
head
"Tll say not a word" said he, stolidly
'lost twenty pound, one time. by law
suit"
Pack Of foolsw I cried, driven beyond
endurance. The guilty ones have es-
cap'd these ten minutes. Now stop me
who daresw
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| a Waterman who would have seized me,
l clear'd a space with Anthony's sword
made a run for the easement, and
dropp'd out upon the bowling green.
A pretty shout went up as l pick d
myself off the turf and rush'd for the
back door. Twas unbarr'd, and in a
moment l found myself tearing down
the passage and out into the Corn Mar
ket, with. a score or so tuinbling down
stairs at my heels, and yelling to stop
me.
| l knew there was no possibility to get
past the city gates, which were well
guarded at night. Ny hope reach'd nc
further than the chance Of outwittine
the pursuit for a while longer. In the
end I was sure the potboy's evidence
would clear me. Even my certain ex-
pulsion from college on the morrow
seem'd Of piece with the rest Of events
| For the struggle at the Grown" had
unhinged my wits, as ! must suppose
and you must believe, if yor would un,
derstand my behavior in the next hall
hour.
A bright thought had struck me; and
taking a fresh wind, / set off again
round the corner Of Oriel College, anG
down Merton street toward Master Tim
othy Carriers house, my mothers cousin
This gentleman-who was town clerk tt
the Mayor and Corporation of Oxford
was also in sense my guardian, holding
In trust about f20O and spending the
same jealously on my education. He was
q very small. precise lawyer, about sixty
years old, shaped like a pear. with q
prodigious self-important manner thai
came of associating with great men; ant
all the knowledge I had Of him wal
pick'd up on the rare occasions that
din'd at his table. He had early married
and lost In aged shrew. whose money
had been the making Of him; and hat
more respect for law and authority thar
| any three men in Oxford. So that l re
flected, with a kind of desperate hilarity
on the greeting he was like to give me
This kinsman Of mine had fine house
ut the east end Of Merton street as yor
turn into Logic Lane: and l was tel
yards from the front door, and running
my fastest, when suddenly l tripp'd ant
fell headlong. Before Iscouid rise,
hand was on my shoulder, and a voice
speaking in my ear:
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