The Miller sun. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 190?-19??, 1905-01-25

/ knew there was no possibility to get
past the city gates, which were well
guarded at night. My hope reach'd no
further than the chance Of outwitting
the pursuit for a while longer. In the
end | was sure the potboy's evidence
would clear me. Even my certain ex-
pulsion from college on the morrow
seem'd Of a piece with the rest of events.
For the struggle at the Grown had
unhinged my wits, as l must suppose
and you must believe, If you would un-
derstand my behavior in the next half
hour.
4 bright thought had struck me; and
taking a fresh wind. / set off again
round the corner of Oriel College, and
down Merton street toward Master Tim
othy Carriers house. my mothers cousin.
This gentleman-who was town clerk TO
the Mayor and Corporation of Oxford
was also in "A sense my guardian, holding
in trust about f200 and spending the
same jealously on my education. He was
a very small, precise lawyer, about sixty
years old, shaped like a pear. with a
prodigious self-important manner that
came Of associating with great men; and
all the knowledge | had of him was
pick'd up on the rare occasions that L
din'd at his table. He had early married
and lost an aged shrew, whose money
had been the making Of him; and had
more respect for law and authority than
any three men in Oxford. SO that | re-
fected, with a kind Of desperate hilarity,
on the greeting he was like to give me.
This kinsman of mine had a fine house
ut the east end of Merton street as you
turn into Logic Lane; and | was ten
yards from the front door, and running
my fastest, when suddenly | tripod and
fell headlong. Before | could rise, a
hand was on my shoulder, and a voice
speaking in my ear:
Pardon, comrade. We are two of a
trade, | see.'
Twas a fellow that had ben lurking
at the corner of the lane. and had thrust
out a leg as / pass'd. He was pricking
up his ears now to the Grief of Thief
thief that had already reach'd the
head of the street.
Il am no thief" said /.
Quick" He dragged me into the
shadow of the lane. Hast a crown in
thy pocket?'
"Why?"
"Why? For a good turn. I'll fog these
gentry for thee. Many thanks, comrade,"
as | pulpd out the last few shillinss OF
my pocket money. Now pitch thy sword
over the wall here, and set thy foot
on my hand. IT'S a rich mans garden,
t'other side. that | was meaning to ex-
plore myself; but another night will
serve
""Tis Master Carter's," said l; 'and
he's my kinsman."
Never mind, up with thee! Now
mark a pretty piece of play. IT'S pity
thou shouldst be across the wall and un-
able to see"
He gave a great hoist; catching at the
coping of the wall, l pulld myself up
and sat astride of it.
Good turf below-ta-ta, comrade!'
BY now the crowd was almost at the
corner. Dropping about eight feet on to
good turf, as the fellow had said, /
pick'd myself up and listen'd.
(which way went he?" call'd one, as
they came near.
Down the street," "No; up the lane!r'
"Hush.' up the lane, I'll be sworn"
Here, hand the lantern!'
While they debated, my friend stood
close on the other side of the wall; but
now l heard him dash suddenly out, and
up the lane for his life. There he goes!'
stop him!' the cries broke out afresh.
'Stop him, i the kings Manner The
whole pack went pelting by, shouting.
For two minutes or more the strag-
glers continued to hurry past by ones and
twos. As soon as their shouts died
away l drew freer breath and look'd
around.
l was in a small, turfed garden, we'll
stocked with evergreen shrubs, at the
back Of a tall house that | knew for
Master Carriers. l remembered that the
Princes Rupert and Maurice lodged
with M kinsman, and, breaking in upon
them, l so gained their favor that they
obliged Master Carter to pay me my in
heritance on the spot and escorted me
themselves to the city gates, whence !
set out on my travels.
ITO be continued.D