The White Pine news. [volume] (Ely, Nev.) 1906-1910, 1907-04-22

~ MS lR4lAN AtAN AS-ShhStS9
the ROOM He was in a vile temper,
and did not scruple to exS-ciss It.
THE man has gone" he said to An
thony Lynn; and believe you knew
all about the AFFAIR. You are none q
Cromwells friend. Many people be-
side me say that of YOU"
81 am glad they do me so much
homer. Cromwell! Who Is CROMWELL
A man to joy the devil No. am not
his frienl!" and with radiant smile,
Il 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 double tongue.
We must have a warrant for him. and
that at once"
"Tooll" said the trembling, totter.
ing cid man, with superhuman
scorn as his clay-like face suddenly
famed into its last color. Warrant!
warrant Oliver Cromwell has no war.
rant to fiji my name. | 60 now on the
warrant of the King of lsings. NATL
da' Stephen! | am goir to my dear
lerd--to my dear King-to my dear
Gad.' and as a strong man shakes OF
a useless garment, so Anthony Lyna
dropped his body, and in that moment
his spirit flew away further than
Thought could follow it.
What a yillaini" cried the sheriff
''Filain, 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, IL you do not.
there are those who will make you!"
with these words she cried out for
her servants in voice full of horror
and grief, and the first person to AN
sWor her cry was Cymlin Swaffham.
Matilda went to his side, chung to his
ann 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 done!"
"Sira said Cymlin, you exceed your
warrant. Have you arrested Stephea
de NieE?"
Tho man has run, Mr.. Swatfham.
and madame there knows it,
you have nothing to do with Lady
Matilda, II the house has been
searched your business here Is fn-
ishcd Yen can So"
Thon he turned to Matilda and led
her to sofa, and comforted her; and
the men-seFyants came and took away
the dead body and laid it, as Anthony
wished, on his cid masters bed.
And in the great saton, now cleared
ct its offending visitors, Cymlin sat
comforting Matilda and finally ques-
tened her in a way that compelled
her to rely, in some measure, upon
him.
stephen was here yesterday" he
asked.
Part of the day lie left here a.
four in The afternoon"
ret the mail-rider, under oath.
sWore this morning that 1t was Ste
phen who robbed the mail"
She laughed eueerly.
But II it was not Stephen, who was
it?' he insisted, and he looked with
such a steady. confident gaze into Me
tlda's face that she crimsoned to hes
1ngertips. She could not meet his
eyes. and she could not speak.
81 wonder who played at being Ste
phen de Wick" he said gently. And
the silence between them was SO sen.
sitiye that neither accusation nor con-
lession was necessary.
u wish that you had trusted me.
You might have done so and you
know it."
After Anthony was buried, his will
was read. He left everything he pos
sessed to the Lady Matilda de Wick,
and 80 one offered a word of dissent.
Sir Thomas seemed unusually de-
pressed and his lady asked him IF he
was in any way dissatisied?"
No" he answered. 1T is the death
Of the young Lord Neville that gives
me constant regret.
is he dead? Alas, Alas! Such .
happy. handsome youth. 1t Is incred.
ible, said Lady Jeyery.
Il thought he had run away to the
Americas with your gold and my
annl's Jewels, said Matilda.
81 Wronged him, wronged him
crieyously," answered Sir Thomas.
THAT wretch of a woman at The
Hague never paid him a farthing,
never even saw him. She intended to
rob me and Stay him for a thousand
pounds but under question of the law
she confessed her crime"
What do you think has happened
to hm?"
Il think robbery and murder. Some
oneSk1s known or suspected. that he
had treasure it'll him. He has been
followed anf ssassinc ed. or he has
fought and be- killed. and little Jane
5watfham is slowly dying OF grief and
elucI suspense. She loves him, and
they were bc'"othed."
There was short silence, and then
Matilda said Many brave young
lords have gone out from home and
friends these past years, and never
come back. Is Neville's life worth
more than my brott RS life, than
thousands of other lives? | trow mott"
Rut in the privacy of her room she
could not preserve tbs temper Il
wonder il T4rert slew him." she NUT
tered. And f2on-
He would think it no wrong-only
piece of good luck.
''He might also be jealous OF Cluny.
| spoke often of the youths beauty
| did that out of simple mischief
hut RuDprt is tpuchy Somptimna aruAl