Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1908-04-02
THE -
Storyof Francis Cludde
A Romance Of Queen Mary's Reign.
BY STANLEY J. WEYMAN.
BY STANLEY J. wEYMAN.

we'll re,neynber. An old woman came
into the field there I lay hid to drive
home q COW. I had had my eyes on
this cow Tor at least an hour. having
made up ray mind to milk It o my
own benefit as soon as the dusk fell.
In my disappointment at seein6 1t
driven off and also out OF = desire to
learn whether the old dame might not
be going to milk 1t In q ccrner OK the
pasture. IN which case I might stu
get aH after taste. I crawled 80 far
she caught sight OF me. I expected to
see iler hurry OF. but h Gid not. She
took u long look and then canse back
toward me. making. however, ~ 1t
seeraed to me. as If she did not see
nae When shs had come within q few
feet OF me, she looked down abruptly.
- our eyes net. What she saw IN
q divine pity. oh. poor lad" she
mu:rnured. ION, o poor. poor lad!"
and there were tears in her voice.
I was 40 weak-it wal almost "a
hours since I had tasted food, and I
had come "a miles In the time-that
at h g 1 broke down ana cried K
i child-
L kSdI klCu t1LnE tNidI Isi0 III WOlIhlI
took me for just he same person for
whom the bailifr at st. Adams had
mistaken me-a young apprentice
named Hunter who had got into
trouble about religion and was ut
his time hiding tip and down the cour,-
try. Bishop Bonner having clapped his
father into Jail. until the son should
ON to hand. But her kind heart knew
no distinction OF creeds. h tool me
to her cottage az soon as night fell and
warmed L dried and fed me. She did
not dare 10 keep me under her roof for
longer than ar hour or two, neither
would + have stajd to eEdanger her.
Isut she sent me out a now man. with
a crust, moreover. In my pocket. A
hundred times between Tottenham and
A~ldersgate 1 said. God bless bert" and
I Aay 10 now.
So twice IN one day. ana that the
glcniniest day of my life. I was C
cored By q woman. I have never for
gotten It. I have tried to keep Il al
ways in mind. remembering. too. a say
ing OF my uncIe's. that there II moth
Ing or earth 80 mercffui AZ a good
woman or so pitiiess az q bad one."
CHAPTER v.
"Cirs, ding. ding. Aid sc the poor.
Fray for the dead! Five o'clock and a
mu-ky morning."
The noise OF the bell and the CRY
which accompanied 1t reused me from
my first sleep in London, and that with
q vengeance. the bell being runE and
the words uttered within three feet Of
my head. Where did I sleep then? Well.
! had found a coy resting place be-
hind some boards propped against the
Moorgate. The wall vas warm and
sme't "s new bread. and another be-
sides myself had discovered its ad-
vantages. This was the Waterman.
who had slurnbered away most of his
vigil cheek by jowi with me: but, morn
ing approaching. had reused himself.
and before he was we'll out OF HIS bed.
room. a begun. the u~ngrateful
wretch. to prove his watchfulness BY
disturbing everyone else.
I a up and rubbed my eyes. grind
ing ny shoulders well against the wall
for warmth. I had no need to turn out
yet, but I began to think, and the more
I thought the harder I stared at the
planks 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 I going to live
or to rear the new house of which I
have made mention? Hitherto I had
fmed simply at reaching London. Lon
don had paraded itself before my n,1nd.
better. not as q town Of cold streets and
dreary alleys and shops open from 2
to 4. with perhaps here and there a va
cant place for an apprentice. but al
q gilded city Of adventure and romance
IN which . young man Of enterprise.
whether he wanted to 60 abroad or to
rise at home. might be sure Of finding
ms sword weighed. priced ana bought
up on the instant ana himself valued
at his own standard.
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 70 me I felt myself astray. II I
would stay ct home. who Yves going
70 employ met To whom should I ap-
ply? What patron had II Or II I
would 60 abroad. how was I to net
about It? How ind q vessel. seeing
n a I might expect to be arrested the
light7
Here all my experience failed me. /
did M know what to do. though the
Tune had come Tor action. and I must
do or starve. It had been all yery
well when I was at Cotton to nronose
that I would 60 up to London ana 9et
across the water-such had been my
dim notfon-to tho Courtenays No
killigrswa. who. with other refueees.
PrOtestants for the most part. were
lying on h French coast waiting FOR
better ttmes. But now that I wa IN
London. and az good - an outlaw nv.
sell. 1 saw no means Of goinr to them
!! seemed farther from my goal than i
q been In WarwickShhce.
thinking very blankly over III this.
began to munich the piece Of bread
which I owed TO the Old dame at Tot
half It when the sound Of MD soot'