The Richmond palladium. (Richmond, Ind.) 1906-1907, 1906-11-21
me Richmond Palladium Wednesday, November Fl, 1906

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was a china dish like one which l had
often seen at Drake Hill, with some
mess therein-what / knew not-and a
bottle of wine and some medicine walls
and glasses. / was not ironed, and,
indeed, there was no need of that,
since / could not have moved
Between the wound in my leg and
various sword cuts and a general sore
ness and stiffness as if 1 had been
tumbled over a precipice, l was well
nigh as helpless as week old babe
I called again, but no one came, and
presently / quit and lay with the burn
ing eye of the sun in my face and that
pestilent buzz of flies in my ears, and
my weakness and pain so increasing
upon my consciousness that l needed
them not so much. l shut my eyes
and that torrid sunbeam burned red
through my lids, and / wondered if
they had found out aught concerning
Mary Cavendish, and | wondered not
SO much what they would do with me.
since i was so weak and spent with
loss of blood that nothing that had to
do with me seemed of much moment.
But as l lay there l presently heard
the key turned in the lock. and one
Joseph Wedge. the jailer. entered, and
l saw the ffutter of womans draper
les behind him, but he shut the door
upon her, and then, without my ever
knowing how he came there. was the
surgeon, Martyr Jennings, and he was
over me looking to my wounds and
letting a little more blood TO decrease
my fever, though l had already lost so
much, and then, since / was so near
swooning, giving me glass of the
Burgundy on the stand. And while
that was ciouding my brain. since my
stomach was fasting and 1 had lost so
much blood. entered that woman whom
L had espied, and she was not Mary,
but Catherine Cavendish, and there
was a gentleman with her who stood
aloof, with his back toward me, gazing
out of the window, and of that l was
glad. since he screened that flaming
sunbeam from me. and l concerned
myself no more about him.
But at Catherine 1 gazed and mo-
toned to her to bend over me, and
whispered. that the jailer might not
hear, what had become of Mary. Then
l saw the jailer had gone out though
had not seen him go, and she, max
ing sign to me that the gentleman at
the window was not to be minded,
went on to tell me what l thirsted to
know-that she and Mary and Sir
Humphrey had escaped that night with
ease, and she and Mary had returned
to Drake Hill before midnight and had
not been molested.
If Mary We're suspected she knew
not, but Sir Humphrey was then under
arrest and was confined on board
ship in the harbor with Major Beyer
ly, and his mother was daily sending
billets to him to return home and
blaming him, and not his jailers, for
his disobedience. She told me, fur
thermore, that it was Cicely Hyde who
had led the militia to our assembly at
Laurel Greek that night and was now
in a low fever through remorse, and.
though she told me not, l afterward
knew why that mad maid had done
such a thing-'twas because of jeal-
0usy OF me and Mary Cavendish, and
she pulled down more upon her own
head thereby than she wot of.
All this Catherine CavendiSh told |
me in manner which seemed strange
" foreign to her, being gentle, and yet
not so gentle as subdued, and her fair |
face was paler than ever. and when 1 |
looked at her and said not word and |
yet had question in my eyes which |
she was at no loss to interpret, tears |
welled into her own, and she bent low |
ar and whispered, lest even the stran- |
ger at the window should hear, that |
Mary ''sent her dear love, but, but
What have they done with her?' I |
cried. IF they dare
Hush said Catherine. "Our grand
mother hath but locked her in her
chamber. since she hath discovered
her love for thee and frowns upon it,
not since thou art convict but since
thou hast TUNED against the king.
She says that no granddaughter of hers
shall wed a rebel, be he convict or
prince. But she is safe, Harry, and
here will no harm come to her, and
Catherine visits Harry