The Richmond palladium. (Richmond, Ind.) 1906-1907, 1906-07-31
Author 81" Jennie Baxter.
Journalist" Etc.

the king wins, for there is none in Eng
land can I'LL 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?"
Here and now, if there is one to
knot u.s.
You know that a promise given un-
der coercion does not hold?"
Il know it well, but the word OF Gen
eral Cromwell is enough for me, once
it is passed. however given"
Then take down your sword;
promise, and am we'll lid OF you both"
With a deep sigh of relief Armstrong
sheathed 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 paused
in his march, looked up at the dim gal
lery and said:
"Cobb, come down"
To Armstrong; Amusement, who
ahouohh liz nav uiOiS With Tic
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
sword?"
Because, excellency, you did not
give the signal"
IF had, what then?'
HE was a dead man before he could
move an arm or your finger was on the
table again"
You have done we'll. That is what
l like-exact obedience and no uRnic.
Keep your lips closed. Go and tell your
colonel to come here"
The man withdrew and Cromwell re-
sumed his walk, making no comment
on the brief dialogue. William blew a
long whistle, then he laughed little.
When the colonel came in. Cromwell
turned to him and said:
as that malignant brawler, chaplain
to Lord Rudby, in the cells yet?'
yes. excellency."
Tell your men to clear out the chapel
at once and light it. There are some
stores in it, think, and bring the rev.
erend graybeard to me-"
In q few moments the colonel re-
turned, accompanied by an aged clergy
man, who, despite his haggard and
careworn look and bent shoulders, cast
a glance of hatred at the general which
seemed to entitle him to the epithet
Cromwell had bestowed upon him. TIC
this silent defiance Cromwell paid nc
attention, but said to him:
Sir, you may earn your liberty to
night by marrying two young people il
the chapel"
THAT will 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 STAFFORD. The groom
stands here before you-William Arm
strong, a Scot who has but lately car
ried message from the man Charles
at Oxford, to TraQuair on the border
1 should hang him, but he prefers the
moose you can tie to one my hands
might prepare"
The old clergyman looked at Arm
strong with an interest he had not dis
played on entering the room.
Have you, then, seen his 81 cioul
majesty the king!"
"Yes, reverend sir, and but few
days ago"
And carried his message SAT,
through these rebellious hordes nov
desecrating the land"
There was some opposition, but
won through, thanks to my horse"
And thanks, no doubt, to your owl
loyal courage. God bless you, sir, ant
God save the king. The lady you hav'
chosen is worthy Of you, as you Of her
In Gods shattered temple L will MARI.
you, if its walls remain"
When the colonel came in witt
Frances the girl turned a frightened
look upon the group as she saw VIII
stood there.
"Oh," she cried impulsively, Il tol'
you not 20 come"
"'Tis you who are to obey, not he,
Sdlu OTOLu"ell AdTsuis. ne has Soui
for you. Will you marry himT
The girl allowed her eyes to seek tn
floor and did not answer him. Even IL
the candle light her cheeks burned ros.
red.
Come, come" cried Cromwell i'm
patiently, yes, or no, wench."
Il will not have her SO addressed b.
any" spoke up Armstrong, Stout.
stepping forward. but the girl flashes
a glance from her dark eyes on tn
commander.
Yes" she said, with decision, the
directed her look on her lover. and s
to the floor again.
With that Cromwell strobe out an
led the way to the chapel, so hastil,
converted from a storehouse to its fol
mer purpose. The old divine took hi
place with the young people befor
him, the group of officers in the dim
ness near the door. Cromwell, how
ever, stood near the girl.
slip off one of your rings and Civ
it to this pastor" he whispered to her
I'VE are short of such gear here, ant
1 doubt If your man ever thought o
it"
Frances, without a word, selectet
from the number On her fingers. tina
which had been her mothers weddin;