The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1905-02-10

too hastily formed and carried out to
admit OF a thorough consideration, and
Il her hurry of rifing the mail, it had
not occurred to her that one of those
small, unimportant looking letters
might also be tor the sheriff. This in
fact vas the case. When daylight
brought rescue to the bound carrier
the rejected letters were gathered up,
and Z OF them was a letter of in
structions regarding the three war
rants to he served. 1t directed the
sheriff to take Mason and Blythe to
Ely for trial, but to bring Stephen de
Wick to the Tower of London.
The sheriff was in a passion of dis
appointment, and hastily securing a
warrant to arrest Stephen de Wick for
mail robbery. he went to de Wick to
serve it.
1t was Delia who, about the noon
hour. came flying into her lady's pres
ence with the news that the sheriff
was in the stables talking to Yupon
Slade, and that he had two constables
with him.
tASy "aiAN, 4 y GhF
pose | must say whom do they want?
Is it Mr.. Lynn, or Lady Jevery, or my
self?'
Il think it will be Earl de Wick
they are after, my lady"
TITS most likely. Bid them to
come in and find Earl de Wick"
The men were about an hour making
their search, and during this interval
Lady Jeyery had been summoned, and
Anthony Lynn had received the slim
ulatirg drug on which he relied. But
he was very i'll, and Lady Jevery, who
adored her nephew, was weeping and
full of anxious terror. Matilda vainly
assured her Stephen was safe.
at this point the sheriff re-entered
the room. He was in a vile temper,
and did not scruple to exercise it.
THE man has gone" he said to An
thony Lynn; and | believe you know
all about the affair. You are none Of
CIomwells friend. Many people be-
side me say that of you"
Il am glad they do me SO much
honor. Cromwell! Who is Cromwell?
A man to JOY the devil. No, l am not
his friend" and with a radiant smile.
II thank my Maker for it,"
The sheriff turned to his attend
ants.
You hear the traitor" he cried.
You heard Anthony Lynn turn his
back on himself, | knew him always
for a black heart and a double tongue.
We must have a warrant for him, and
that at once"
Fool" said the trembling, totter-
ing old man, with a s~uperhuman
scorn, as his clay-like face suddenly
famed into its last color. Warrant!
warrant, Oliver Cromwell has no war
rant to fit my name. | go COW on the
warrant of the King of kings. Matil-
da! Stephen, | am going to my dear
lord-to my dear king-to my lear
God" and as a strong man shakes off
a useless garment. so Anthony Lynn
dropped his body. and in that N
his spirit flew away further than
thought could follow it.
What a villain," cried the sheriff.
VILLAIN, in your face" answered
Matilda ~passionately. Out of the
presence of holy DEATH You are not
fit to stand by his dead body. Go, on
this Instant. Sure, if you do not,
there are those who will make you!"
With these words she cried out for
her servants in a voice full of horror
and grief, and the first person to an
swer her cry was Cymlin Swaffham.
Matilda went to his side, chung to his
arm, pointed to the dead man on the
hearth and the domineering figure Of
the sheriff above it, and cried, Gym
lin, Cymlin, send him away! Oh,
twas most numerically donei"
Sir" said Cymlin, you exceed your
warrant. Have you arrested Stephen
de Wick?"
The man has run, Mr.. ~Swaffham.
and madame there knows it."
You have nothing to do with Lady
Matilda. If the house has been
searched, your business here is fin
ished. You can go"
tTo be continued.)