Emmons County record. [volume] (Williamsport, D.T. [i.e. N.D.]) 1884-current, 1906-02-01

WenSh Of wen4worths ston6a on : az.
eefent foounS inasmuch @ a. -
eecved traitor TO her ON. shall do
aothing to irtiure hen bat she shall
tasts captivity until che conees,ea ~
error" -
she is no .raitor. hut did well the
work yon set Tor her"
y set no work for her. Twas e1yen
. her brother. and his folly troueht
hee into tho business
you ave your consent at North.
ampton; Mus l say you set her to the
task. an" N.-ell she performed it. II
your mtn lad done your bidding az
faithfully. had never crossed the
Esk."
You ar qubbling. She is a traitor,
and more honest than you: she adults
It."
Il say she is \ true woman" cried
Armstrong. led anger flushing hts
brow. The hot border blood s,rans
into mastery for the fitst time during
their controversy. aud he failed to note
that Cromwell remained cold AZ 1t the
beginning. and might he negotiated
with. II he had remembered the COM
mander's resolve to enlist the Scot in
his service tut before the general
could give hint Of Y bargain, the inn
petuousity OF the younger man left
him only the choice OF killing the Scot
where he stool. or apparently succumb-
Ing to him, most dangerous altcrna-
i've had Armstrong to deal with one
less schoOlcsl in the repression OF his
feelings than Cromwell. The i'll ad-
vised b0rdercr dropped his hut silently
to the floor, flashed forth his sword
and presented 1t at his opponents
throat
"They tell me you wear concealed
arnlor'-his voice was quiet In its
Intensity, almost whisper-''but that
will not help you. No human power
can avail you at this moment, for il
you cry out my blade advances, and
bit Of your backbone sticks to the
point Of It. You see cannot help my
self, hut must kill you unless I get
your promise
Cromwell sAt rigid. not Il muscle Of
face or l,Ody moving. The sword was
held us steady as Il beam of the roof.
Il implore you to heed me- con-
| tinNed the young man, seeing the other
did not intend TO speak. Il implore
you. us IL ] were on my Bonded knees
before rou. and my life in your. hands.
instead Of yours In mine. Will you lei
the great affairs OF state be jeopartiized
to thwart two lovers? With you slain,
the king wins. for there is none In Eng.
land can fill your place. Have you
sons and daughters OF your own that
| your heart goes out to? Think Of them.
and be kind to u.s.
"Will you marry the girl?'
surely, surely
'Here. before you depart together 2"
Here and now. IL there Is one to
knot u.s.
You know that promise given un-
der coercion does not hold:"
II know 1t well, but the word OF Cen
eral Cromwell is enough for me. once
It IL passed. however given
Then take down your sword; I
promise. and am well rid Of you boil"
With deep sigh Of relief Armstrong
0heathed his sword and lifted his hat
from the floor. Cromwell rose from
his chair and paced twice up and down
the long room between the great NOON
lit windows and the table. He pauJed
In his march. looked up at the dim gal
lery and said:
Cobb, come down.
To Armstrong; amaxement, who
thought he had been alone with the
| general. he heard lurching heavy steps
| come dumping down the wooden stair,
and trooper. with primed musket in
his hand. stood before his master.
Cobb. why did you not shoot this
man dead when you saw him draw his
oword?"
Because. excellency, you did not
give the signal
III I had. what them
"He was dead man before he could
move an arm or your finger was on the
table again
You have done well. That il wins.
! like-exact obedience and no panic.
Keep your lips closed Go and tell your
| colonel to come here"
The man withdrew and Cromwell re-
oumed his walk. making no comment
on the brief dialogue. William blew q
long whistle, then he laughed a little.
When the colonel came in. Cromwell
turned to him and said:
Els that malignant brawler. chaplain
70 Lord Rudby. in the cells yet!'
"Yes. excellency."
Tell your men to clear out the chapel
st once and light It. There are aome
stores in 1t. think. and bring the rev.
erend graybeard to me-
In few moments thu colonel re-
turned, accompanied by an aged clergy
man, who. despite his haggard and
carew0rn look and bent shoulders, cast
. glance Of hatred at the general which
seemed to entitle him to the cpithet
Cromwell had bestowed upon him. To
this silent defiance Cromwell paid no
| attention. but said to him:
''Sir, you may earn your liberty to-
night by marrying two young people in
the chapel
THAT will l not. returned the clergy
man stoutly. land all your tyranny
cannot compel me to do So.
1.-THE wench,' continued Cromwell,
unmoved. '.yOu already know. She is
Frances Wentworth, daughter Of the
late Earl Of Stanford. The groom
stands here before yOu-Wiuiam Arm
strong. Scot, who ll,s but lately car
ried message from the man Charles.
at oxford. to TrnIlh,ir ON the border.