New-York tribune., 1908-10-04
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fascination for me, and wherein my teeth are
set there l hold: 50 that l paced the chamber
once or twice. and, Faith, says L angrly,
will make the little cockatrice sing another tune
afore I've done!'
AND no sooner was l come to this conclusion
n than the door at the foot OF the room opened;
nd in walks an elegant gentleman. The sound
made me turn. and watched him till ne came INTO
the light of the candles; when crled out sharPly,
for the face was other than that Whlch h5d lam
behind the mask in the nocturnal attack. took
some steps across the room and matted Dy hlih 81
that he might see me as clearly as saw MN.
Well sir saws |, III make bold TO say you
recognize me for was amazed and dlsordered by
his remarkable appearance IN that house ,.-, :,
-ba TydrId saws he coldlv and arranged some nice
,ir,ts i, his sleeves " Who the devil may you be:
RIP mel" SAYS | angrily the question IS not
hat 50 much as who be you and what auqaclIy
brings YOU here But if you want It you snail nave
it. Ny name IS Ryder -
here was no manner of irritation IN his voice but
merely languor. Well, Mr.. Ryder, one good turn
deserves another: 50 my name is York. and L am
.. friend of Sir Philip Caswel
What" said l. nightly taken aback at TINS re
-,i,der as YOU may suppose Then L laughed
= 'Sblo1d said IT'S pretty demonstration Oh
friendship to be for striking your bodkln IN some
one hev as YOU was an hour ago, you rogue
Yorks eyebrows lifted at this; but | admit he
had a fine command of himself which took my
alrniration toad he was. lie was healthy'
r1ddv man, of looks not d1spIeaslng-
TNDEED?" says he to me, Why, here is newsl
il Have we Simon Bedlam here, madam? and ne
turned to miss who had entered at that moment
He bowed very low at her, and the color SPl'S III
her face ,---,.,, l., .-;., :, 4,,+tered wav.
WHY YOU did not look for me 50 late, madam,
saws he pleasantly but spied lights, and thought
1navbe Sir Philip at his cards and would give
me welcome. and the door was open. But l find
onlv" he concluded, with indifferent glance at
me, "a Merry Andrew who talks Drnmstone and
looks daggers'
Sir Philip has been attacked stammered miss.
The surgeon has Just left him.
It's not serious trust?" says the fellow gravely,
and when she had faltered out her negative con
tinued very polite, "FOotpads doubt not. Inc
streets are abominabe in these days, and the watch
Is ever asleep
But that was too much for me- and burst forth.
"Footpads." said l. Hear him, miss! Why,
twas the sculhon himself! The mask fell from his
face as he fought me, and l saw him plain L
would have you and Sir Philip know snow what manner
Softly softly! You crow loud said he, as i'm
pudent as ever. smiling softly Who dye sup
pose would credit this cock and bull story? pro
Jess know none. Would you, MADAME? he asked,
turning suddenly the girl.
She hesitated little, and showed some
confusion. II think the gentleman
mistook," said she. / cannot credit 4
such a story. Iis monstrous! ri
Why, miss said |, It's true as .Y[22sNN,EI
am a living man. And for tins rake T(sS-SSE$$%@E
here; why, viii prove it on ,!5 his skin if 1B<
iron. ready for Ontall. S+S4@
But it seemed that he would not
bulge and smiled as indifferent as ever.
And miss too. though she showed no
color regained her Composure, and says
she firmly, d" 'Tis monstrousi cannot
believe it. This gentleman is friend
to me and Sir Philip He IS on terms OF intimacy
Lard sr, YOU surprise me to make such rash state
rnents Your ewes deceived YOU, or the dark.
The man that called himself York nodded I'M
pudentlv This is II, madam he says Twas
his ewes no doubt and the blinking moon. This
gentleman whom | have not the honor of knowing
Is doubtless much excited by the event, and must