Bisbee daily review., 1911-05-13

horse and salloped away.
 One night 1 was waiting beside the road to waylay some unlucky traveller when l beard the sound of horses steps. l determined to attack what appeared to be horseman. Stopping the way as soon as could discern the dim outline of horse and rider. l cried:
 Halt. Your money or your life.''
 -Aha. my ladyr responded e man. ''Ss ! meet you again. l recognize you for the highway woman who robbed me of my ring. There be that in your mel0dious voice which bespeaks your sex. have been bunting for that voice ever since. and now 1 have"-
 waited 10 hear DO more. but. turn ing. galloped away as fast as my horse would go. The man gave chase. Al first put some distance between him and me; but. coming io a bad piece of road. fell away again. and he. urging his horse. gained till he rode beside me. He was about to grasp my rein when 1 swerved on to the turf beside the road. rode on dry ground. but my pursuer. following me. struck a bog. ln which his horse fioundered. sc that ] made my escape
 One day l rode by the home of my fathers old friend. Sir John Seymour l was told that Sir John had held his property, bur how l know not. for be was a stanch supporter of the king Mayhap he whom regicides call the lord protector hoped to win the knight to his support and on this account would not disposseSs him. l was tired of my life as a highwayman and re- solved to go to Sir John and ask him to take me in till ] had communicated with an aunt in Scotland. who had some property and whom hoped eventually might take me in. I would stay with her till could find some more respectable way of gaining a livelihood than cutting purses. To tell the truth. had given away every pen ny l had taken. and my own means that l had brought from home had now become so exhausted that l was near the end of my rope Moreover. the country being now settled. dreaded lest dangle at the end of another rope placed about my neck by the sheriff.
 So l sold my horse and with the money received for him bought me a gown and other articles of womau's apparel and one day betoOk myself to Sir John Seymour's manor house He was in the garden as 1 entered and seeing me. came to meet me. When he recognized me for his old friends daughter be took me In his arms and kissed me and then led me in to Lady Seymour. who received me with tears in her eyes.
 l made known my purpose in com ing 10 them. and Sir John swore that l should never depart They begged me to tell them all that had happened since l had been turned out of my home. and. not being a good liar. 1 had much trouble to account for the time that had lapsed. told them that had been knitting purses for a living. which satisfied them. and l was glad Of it. for they were fast driving me into corner
 Their only son. Herbert. they told me. had been grievously wounded at Naseby and had not until lately been able to go about as other men. He was now in London-they feared in some conspiracy for the return of King Charlie-but would be home in a few days. Herbert's portrait. painted when be was a boy of ten. hung in the hall. and it recalled him to me when. as a little girl. l had run races with him in our own domain. for. as have said. my tastes were those of boy rather than a girl.
 When he returned and heard I was in the house be came bunting for me at once. finding me in the library. where l was pretending to read. but in reality whiting for him.
 "Ah. little Madge." be said cheeTily. what a woman you have grown 10 bel l wonder if you can now beat me in q foot race or throw me as you could when we were children"
 That would not be betitting to one of my present years" ] replied.
 The moment ] spoke be stood. as 1t were. wrapt in some memory.
 
 "Of one l have heard speak before. Suffering from my wound. l was rid ing in a coach on the highway one night when my yaluables were de manded by one whose voice betrayed her for a woman. Having DO money with me. gave her a sapphire ring Something in that voice has haunted me ever since. 4 second time she de handed my purse. made it known that l recognized her. whereupOn she turned and ran My horse foundered in a bog. and lost her"
 Every effort was needed to enable me iO retain my equanimity. l had the ring I had robbed him of on my finger with the sapphire turned in- ward and was grasping it while be spoke. with my fist. So tightly diG hold 1t that it cut the flesh. and yet so terror stricken was I that felt no pain Alas, by this betrayed myself
 What hold you so tight?" he asked his eyes fixed to my .linched fist.
 My cheeks were dtming. my head