The Bon Homme County independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1904-1913, 1908-03-26
Storyof Francis ludde
ARomance Of Queen Mary's Reign.
BY N Y J.. wEYMAN.

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and u eyes met. What she saw In
mine I an only guess. In hers l read
a divine pity. "Oh, poor lad" she
murmured. "Oh, you poor, poor lad!"
and there were tears in her voice.
I was so weak--it was almost "a
hours since I had tasted food, and /
had come "a miles in the time-that
at that I broke down and cried like
q child. & ... '."a
/ learned later hat the old woman
took mo for Just the same person for
whom the bailiff at st. Adams had
mistaken me--a young apprentice
named Hunter who had got into
trouble about religion and was at
this time hiding up and down the coun-
try, Bishop Bonner having clapped his
father into jail until the son should
come to hand. But her kind heart knew
no distinction OF creeds. She took me
to her cottage as soon as night fell and
warmed ana dried n fed me-. She did
not dare to keep me under her roof for
longer than IN hour or two, neither
would l have staid to endanger her.
But she sent me out u new man, with
q crust. moreover. in my pocket. A
hundred times between Tottenham and
AIdersgate 1 said. God bless her!" and
I say 30 now.
So twice in one day. md that the
gloomiest day OF my life, I. was sue
SoECu w a WOHldll. L nave never lOf-
gotten It. l have tried to keep IL al
ways In mind. remembering, too, a say
Ing OF my uncle's. that there is moth
ing on earth so merciful as a good
woman or so pitiless as a bad one." .
CHAPTER V.
Ding, dlngs ding! Aid ye the Door!
Pray for the dead! Five O'clock and q
murky morning" r.. 80
The noise OF the bell and the cry
which accompanied sc reused me from
my FIRST sleep In London, and that with
O vengeance, the bell being rung and
the words uttered within three feet of
my head. Where did I sleep then? Well,
a found q cozy resting place be-
hind some boards propped against the
O or q bakers over in a street near
MoorSate. The wall was warm and
smelt of new bread. and another be-
sIdes myself had discovered it's adj
Vantages. This was the watchmars
who had, slumbered away mos. OF his
vigil cheek by jowi with me; but, morn
Ing approaching, had reused himself.
and before he was well out OF his bed,
certainly before he had left his bed
room. O begun, the ungrateful
wretch, to prove hts watchfulness by
disturbing everyone else.
/ sat up and rubbed my eyes, grind
bA+S hAg otASGAdtAo NCtI dEalIlSI the Wall
for warmth. I had n 70 need to turn out
yet. but I began to think. and the more
l thought the harder I stared at the
pianks six inches before my nose. NV
thoughts turned upon q very knotty
point. one that I had never seriously
considered before: What was I going
to do Next? How was / going to live
or 10 rear h new house Of which 1
LAY made mention? Hitherto / had
aimed simply at reaching London. Lon
don had paraded itself before my mind,
though my mind should have known
better, not as a town OF cold streets and
dreary alleys and shops open from z
to 4, with perhaps here and there q va
cant place for an apprentice, hut as
q gllded city OF adventure and romance
IN which a young man of enterprise,
whether he wanted to go abroad or to
rise at home, might be sur of finding
his werd weighed, priced and bought
UP on the instant n himself valued
at his own standard. 10 u.. p
But London reached, the boarding in
Moorgate reached. and S o'clock In the
morning reached. somehow these Wis
ions faded rapidly. In the cold reality
left to me I felt myself astray. II ]
would stay at home. who was going
to employ me? To whom should / ap-
ply? What patron had I? Or if I
would go abroad, how was I to set
about 1t? How find a vessel, seeing
that 1 might expect to be arrested the
moment 1 showed my face in day
light?
Here aIlsmy experience failed me I
ala not know what to do, though the
time had come for action, and / must
do or starve. 1t had been all very
well when I was at Cotton 10 ropoS
that I would 60 up to London ana get
across the water-such had been my
him p anfNnN-tN IN
Kllligrews, who, with other refugees,
Protestants for the most part, We're
lying on the French coast waiting for
better times. But now that / was In
London, n as good as an outlaw my
seir, l saw no means Of going to them.
I seemed farther from my goal than /
had been In Warwickshire.
Thinking r biankly over all this.
/ began to MUNICH the piece OF bread
which I owed to the old dame at Tot
tenham and had solemnly got through
half 1t when the sound OF rapid foot
steps--the footsteps OF women Judged,
from the llghtness OF the tread-caused
me to hold my hand and listen. Who
ever they were-and I wondered, for it
wRs still early, ard / had heard no one
pass since the Waterman had left me-
they came to stand In front OF my shell
ter, and one Of them spoke. Her words
made me start. Enthusiastically the
voice was a gentlewoman's, such as I
had not heard for almost a week. And
at this place n hour, on the raw bor-
deriand OF day and night, a gentlewom-
an was the last person I expected to
light upon. Yet II the speaker were not
someone OF station Petronilla's lessons
had been thrown away upon me.
The words were uttered in a low
voice, but b planks In front Of me
were thin. and the speaker was &C
tually leaning against them. 1 caught
every accent OF what seemed to be the
answe to q question. Eyes; yes. 1t is
all right" she said, a covert ring of i'm
patience In her voice. Take breath
q moment. / do not see him now"
"Thank heaveni" muttered another
voice. Az I had fancied, there were two
persons. The latter speakers tone
smacked equally OF breeding with the
formers, but was rounder and fuller
and more masterful, and she appeared
to be out OF breath. ''Then perhaps we
have thrown him of the trail" she con-
tinued after a shor pause, in which she
seemed TO have somewhat recovered
herself. II distrusted him from the
first. Anne; from the first. Yet, do you
know, / never feared him as / did Mas