The Richmond palladium. (Richmond, Ind.) 1906-1907, 1906-11-16
SYNOPSIS OF STORY.

Chapter Harry Wingfield, mar
rator of the story, is tutor to Mary
CayeDdish. belle of the colony o.
Virginia in 1882 and accompanies hel
IN ride to church He d~overs
her implication in conspiracy
against the king. She has imported
arms and ammunition to aid in the
, plot
III and III-Wingfield's past life In
England. Although heir to large es
.ates and well educated, he is now
a deported convict in Virginia. Wing
field is devoted to his pupil
Nv and V-Sir Humphrey Hyde. in
love with Mary, is with her in the
plot, which is laid for the purpose OF
| cutting down the young tobacco
plants and thus depriving the king
of his revenue under the unjust navi-
cation act.
vi and VII-Mayday frolics at
Drake Hill, home of Wingfield and
Mary. Catherine Cavendish beseech-
es the tutor to save her sister from
participation in the conspiracy.
vIII-Harry and Catherine conspire
to keep knowledge of the plot from
Madam Cavendish, the girls grand
mother, who is stanch royalist. TX
Mary is deceived by Wingfield into
thinking that Catherine has purchased
Gnery for her, the real benefactor be-
ing Wingfield, his object being not on
~ to please her, but also to prevent
Madam Cavendish from learning of
the disposition of Mary's own money,
which has been expended for the
arms.
X--Catherine, who knows why
Wingfield is unjustly exiled, upbraids
him for deceiving Mary. Planning to
hid the arms and ammunition.
That she cannot and shall not l
said. "She shall wed n much worthier
man and be happy, and sure it's her
happiness that is the question"
But Madam Cavendish stared at me
with unreasoning anger, not under
standing, since she was a woman,
and unreasoning as woman will be
I'm such matters. IF you love not my
granddaughter, Harry Wingfield." she
cried out. '''tis not her grandmother
will fling her at your head. l will
her pick in the colony if she so chose,
and ii may be that she might not
choose you. Master Harry Wingfield''
1 laughed. madam Cavendish," l
said, rising and bowling. were 1
king instead of a convict, then would
lay my. crown at Mary Cavendish's |
feet; as it is, I can but pave, if l
may. her way to happiness with my
heart
"Then you love her as 1 thought. |
Harry"
Madam" l said, Il love her to my
honor and glory and never to my dis
content. and / pray you to believe with
a love that makes no account Of self i
fish end, and that am happier at home |
with my books than many cavalier |
who shall dance with her at the ball." |
but. Harry she said piteously, Il |
pray thee to CO.
I laughed and shook my head and ,
went away to my own quarters and |
sat down to my books, but at some
thing past midnight Madam Caven-
dish sent for me in all haste. 1 went |
up to her and, laying a gentle hand
upon her head, laid it back upon the
wrinkled with the cares and troubles
Of so many years, and felt all the pity
in me uppermost. Its near midnight
and you have not slept, madam" 1
said. Il pray you not to fret any
longer about that which we can none
Of us mend and which is but to be
borne as the will of the Lord
Nay, nay. Harry she cried out,
with a pitiful strength of anger. "I
doubt if it be the will of the Lord.
doubt if it be not the devil-Cather-
me. Catherine, larry. my brain reels
when I think that she should have
lone it-a paltry ring, and to let you
1T may be that she had not her
Wits said. such things have been,
have heard. and especially in the
.ase of a woman with jewels. 1t may
De that she knew not what she did.
md in any case I pray you to think
10 more of il, dear madam And all
he time l spoke 1 was smoothing her
I'D forehead under the tapping frills
II her cap.
One black woman was there in the
DOM sitting in the shadow of the bed
curtains fast asleep and making
TRANCE purring noise like cat as she
lept ftet M4
Suddenly Madam Cayendish clutched
lard at my hand. Harry" she said,
L sent for you because l have lain q,
lere fretting lest Mary and Catherine !.
.et not home in safety with only the
lack people to guard them. / fear !.
est the Indians may be lurking about" ,
Dear Madam Cavendish," l said, ..
you know that we stand in no more !.
anger from the Indians"