The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1908-09-18

iyou hear?" he repeated, and he raped
ms staff on the pavement, and then
!. raising 1t. pointed to the door.
All Cotton thought the men must go
but the men, perhaps, because they
were Clopton. did not go. And Sir An
thony had not SO completely lost his
mead as to proceed to extremities, ex-
tremitles. except in the last resort. AZ
fecting to consider the incident at an
end, he stepped back to his pew with
out waiting to see whether the MAJ
obcyed him or nc md resumed his de-
Noilons. Father Carey, at a nod from
MIN, went on with the interrupted SER
vice.
But again the priest had barely read
q dozen lines before the same man
made the congregation start by crying
loudly. "Stop!"
Go on!" shouted Sir Anthony in a
voice of hunde
AT your PERIL" retorted the inter-
vener.
Go ont" from Sir Anthony again.
Father Carey stood silent, trembling
M looking from one to the other.
Many g priest of his faith would have
fison on the storm, and In the spirit
of Hildebrand hurled his church's
curse at h intruder. But the father
was not of these, and he hesitated,
fumbling with his surplice with his
feeble white hands. He feared as
much for his patron as for himself, and
1T was on the knight that his ayes fin
ally rested. But Sir Anthony's brow
was black. He got no comfort there.
So h father took courage and a long
breath. opened his mouth and began to
read on amid the hush OF suppressed
excitement and of such anger and
stealthy defiance as surely English
church had never seen before. AS he
read. however, he gathered courage and
his voice strength. Tho solemn words,
so ancient. SO familiar, fell on the still
ness OF the church and ayved even the
sherin's men. To the surprise of near
ly every one, there was no further In
corruption. The service ended quietly.
So. after all, Sir Anthony had his
way and stalked out, stiff and unbend-
ing. Nor was there any falling off,
but rather an increase. in the respect
with which his people rose, according
to CUSTOM, as he passed. Yet under that
increase of respect lay a something
which cut the old man to the heart.
he Jaw that his dependents pitied him
while they honored him; that they
thought him a fool for running
his head against a stone Wall-as Mar
tin Luther put it-even while they felt
that there was something grand in it
too.
During the rest of the day he went
about his usual employments. but
probably with little zest. He had done
what he had done without n clear
ANSd hS" ~ was SOlllS " pTOCG0Q. BE
tween his loyalty in all else and his
treason In this 1t would not have been
easy for q Solomon to choose a con-
sistent path. And Sir Anthony was no
Solomon. He chose at last to carry
himself as II there was no danger,
unimportant. He ordered no change
and took no precautions. He shut his
ears to the whisperings which went
on among the servant and his eyes to
the watch which by some secret order
Of Baldwin was kept upon the Ridge
way.
1t was something of a shock to him.
therefore: when his daughter came to
him after breakfast next morning look
ing pale and heavy eyed. and breaking
through the respect which had hitherto
kept her silent begged him to go away
To go away?" he cried. He rose
from his oak chair and glared at her.
Then his feelings found their easiest
vent In anger. What do o mean,
girl?" he clustered. Go away? Go
where"
But she did not quail. Indeed she
had her suggestion ready.
TO the Mere farm in the forest,
Sir" she answered earnestly. "They
will not look for you there, and Mar
tin Says
Martin? The fool!"
His face grew redder and redder.
This was too much. He loved order
and discipline. and to be advised in
such matters by Il woman and a fool!
1t was intolerable! Go to. girl!" he
cried, tuning. "I wondered where you
had got your tale so pat. So you and
the fool have been putting your heads
together? Go! Go and spin and cave
these matters to men: DO you think
that my brother. after travelling the
world over, has not got a head on his
shoulders? Do you think. il there We're
danger. he and / would NOT have fore
seen it?"
He waved his hand and turned away.
expecting her to go. but Petronilla did
not go. She had something else to say.
was resolved to say it.
Father. one word," she m
about my uncle"
Well. well? What about him?"
II distrust him. sir" she ventured in
IA low tone, her color rising. THE SER
and suspect of him 1 know not what"
1.-THE s%ervants!" Sir Anthony an
swered in an awful tone.
Indeed it was not the wisest thing
she could have said, but the conse-
auences were averted by a sudden
alarm and shouting outside. Half a
dozen voices, shrill or threatening.
seemed to rise at nee. The knight
STROBE to the window, but the noise
appeared to come, not from the Chase
II upOii WHICH IL lOOheu, Out lrOnl lne
court yard or rear of the house. Sir
Anthony caught UP his stick and fol-
lowed by the girl. ran down the steps.
He pushed aside half a dozen women
who had likewise been attracted by the
noise and fastened through the mar
row passage which led to the wooden
bridge in the rear OF the buildings.
Here, In the close on the far side of
the moat, a strange scene was passing.
a dozen horsemen We're grouped in the
middle of the field abou a couple OF
prisoners. while around the gate by
which they had entered stood as many
men on foot, headed by Baldwin and
armed With pixies and slaves. These
seemed to be haunting the cavaliers and
daring them to come on. On the wood
en- bridge by which the knight stood
were half a dozen OF tho servants, also
armed. Sir Anthony recognized In the
leading horseman Sir Philip Clopton,
and in the prisoners Father Carey and
enc of the woodmen, and in a moment
he ~comprehended what had happened.
The sheriff, in the most unneighborly
manner, instead of challenging his front
door. had stolen up to the rear of the
house, and without saying with your
leave or by your cave had snapped up
the poor priest, who happened to be
wandering in that direction. Probably
he had intended fO f0rca mn o,,trop ra