Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1908-03-26
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uuIIle0 I OIO Jbu llOC KNOW one on tEe
martyrs Did you never come fac to
face with Queen Mary?" TO all which
questions 1 have one answer. no, and
1 watch small Eyes grow large with
astonish,nent. But the truth is n m an
Gan only be at II place Mt a time. And
though. IL this very month OF Feb
ruary. 1866. P~rebendary Rogers-a
good. kindly nht as I have heard, who
had q wife and nine children--was
burned in Smithtield in London for re-
hgton. ard the bishop OF Gloucester
suffered In his own city. and other in
and there was much talk OF these
Nhtngs. ara In thousands OF breasts q
1molGertuR fire was kindlcd which
hlaEed high enough by and by-why.
j was at Cotton End or on the Lon
don road. a, the time. and learned
gay.
But the Fly joins the river Of last
and Outlines suddenly and MT a bot,lld.
as 1t were On this very day While l
cantered easily southwark with my
face set toward st. Adams. Provi-
for ma in the lives OF certain people
Who were at the time unconscious of
my existence as I was OF theirs. In
Y great house In the Barbican in Lon
don there was much stealthy going
snd coming on his February after
noon ard evening. Behind locked doors.
and In fear and trembling. mails were
being packed and bags strapped and
fingers air1ost too delicate for the task
we're busy With nails and hammers,
securing this and closing that. The
packers knew nothing of me. nor l OF
them; Yet but for me all that packing
would have been OF no avil. and but
for them my fate might have been
very different. Still the sound OF the
hammer did not reach my ears. or,
doing SO. vas covered by the steady
tramp OF the roadster. and no vision.
60 far as 1 ever heard. OF a dusty youth
riding Londonward came between the
secret workers and their task
mad aad up my mind to sleep at
St. Albans that night. and for this
reason. and for others, relating to the
sheriff OF Notwithstanding, in hich
county stony Stratford lies, 1 pushed
on brisk!y. presently found time,
however. &c examine the packet OF let
ters which I had made spoil. On the
outer wrapper I found there was no
ADDRESS. only an exhortation to be
speedy. OFF this came. therefore. with
put ceremony. and was left in the dirt.
inside 1 found two sealed epistles,
each countersigned on the wrapper,
stephen WiEton."
Tho ho." said I. 81 did well to take
Them
Over h signature on the first let
ment-were the words. haste! haste!
haste!' This was the thicker and
heavier of the two and was addressed
to Sir Maurice Berk eley. at st. Mary
Overy's. Southwark. London. I turned
1t over and over in my hands and
muttered. "all is fair in love and war"
And at last, with curiosity fully awake
and q glance behind me to make sure
that the act was unobserved, I broke
the seat. The document proved to be
as short and pithy as 1t was startling.
Maurice berkeley forthwith in the
queens name and by the authority of
the council. and so on. and so on, to
to arrsat Katherine Willoughby de
Eresby. duchess Of Suffolk. and to de-
liver her into the custody OF the lieu
to be his warranty for the detention
OF the said duchess OF Suffolk until
her grace'S pleasure In the matter is
known"
When H. was too late. I trembled to
think what I had done. TO NEEDLE
With matters OF state might be more
dangerous a hundred times than steal
ing horses or wen han ducking the
chanceflor's messenger. Seeing at this
moment, n party OF travellers approach.
I crann,ned the letter into my pocket
and o d ny them with a red face and
z tongue that suffered SO feebly that
I w! scarcely return their greetings.
When they had gone by. 1 pulled out
the warrant again. having 1t in my
mind to tear 1t up without a moments
delay. to tear 1t into the smallest NOR
sells nnd so get rid Of a thing most
dangerous. But the great red seal,
dangling at the fot OF the parchment,
caught Tny eye. and I paused to think.
1t was So red, SO large, SO imposing.
1t seerr,ed, a pity to destroy 1t. 1t
must surely be good for something.
I folded Up the warrant again and put
1t away IN my safest pocket. Yes, it
might be good for something.
I took out the other letter. It was
bound with green ribbon and sealed
with extreme care. being directed
oimpiy to Mistress Clarence-there was
ne address But over Gardeners sig
nature on the wrapper were the word.
these on your peril, very privately
turned 1t over and over and said
the same thing about love and war
and even repeated to myself my old
proverb about a sheep and a lamb.
But somehow I could not do it. The
letter was q woman's letter: the Sc
cret. her secret. and though my. fingers
itched as they lowered about the seals.
my cheek tingled too. So al last, with
q nlutteEed. what would Petronilla
say" i put 1t away unopened In the
pocket where the warrant lay. The
odds were immense that Mistress Clar-
ence would never get 1t, but at least
her secret should remain hers, my
honor mine.
It was dark when I rode, thoroughly
faded. into st. Adams. I was splashed
with mud up to the waist and wetted
by q shower and looked. I have no
doubt. from the effect OF my Journey
ing IN foot and horseback, as disrepu-
table q fellow Is might be. The CON
eciousness. too. that ! was without a
penny, and the fear lest careful