The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-01-15

 preserve him from the sword of a faier whose peace he seeks to wound Looj at the moons shadow on Haddon dial-tkre 1t is beside the casement-the shaew falls short of F. If it darkens the rtd- night hour and John Manners be fond here he shall be cast, fettered neck nd heel, into the deepest dungeon of Hd- don." Turning abruptly, Sir George nnde a signal for Dorothy to follow him ito a great tapestried chamber which opesd off the banquet hall.
 Her heart sank within her when ho found herself alone with her father. fly daughter, my Dorothy" said the knigt, ''wine has done more than It's usual gbd office tonight with the wits of our gueb; they look upon thee with bold eyes Id speak of thee in bolders manner thai a father could wish. Retire, therefore,ko your chamber. Malkin shall be thy cA- panion. Adieu till sunrise.' and he kt4d his daughter tenderly on the brow. lr- othy, accompanied by the discreet Maln, retired to her prison chamber, and le knight, returning to the festal board. Io mirth and carousing began with vibr which promised reparation for the late l. termissions. When the knight returnedo the hall he looked searchingly around Ie | apartment, but the young minstrel Ia disappeared. 1l
 Dorothy threw herself into the bard window of her chamber and looked tt L over the moonlit chase of Haddon. Br attendant sat watching every motion wA | the eye of an owl. It was past midniAt when stea1thy foot came gliding aldR | the passage and finger gave three nst . scratches at the door, Nan Malldn Jt | her head out and after whispered ct ference came back to say: "Oh, my lad- oh, my sweet young lady, here's tIt | young lad--you know his name, who gae | me the scarlet ribbon at the Bakevjl fair. An honester or kinder hex never kept a promise. He has stolen ib the house while the servants were drir ing and feasting and wants me to me him in the garden below the terrace-t he dare not stay here another minute F fear of Jasper Jugg finding him. q, my sweet young lady-could you not sI @ half an hUlr by yourself? He has cot seven long miles to see my face, he sal Oh, never let 1t be said that Dorotv Vernon parted true lovers. But see e. sent written in your face. will retu swiftly" And the woman was go4 An, foolish Nan, Sir John Manners hl sent that young peddler to lure thee frc thy trust!
 Soon after Nan's departure Dorotp ncdIQ bttOW IicT WiIluOW WIitI 6c6tLcQ V cry of a night bird and, looking dov. saw form she well knew standing ] . the shadow of the tower. She gave q lb answering call and then an arrow fiv through the bars into the apartment. the arrow was attached cord and wft Dorothy pulled up the cord she found bundle of clothes, such as young ma would wear, and a rope ladder attacb to the other end. The window was bard to be sure. but Dorothy had discoTlA and had communicated to her lover {tu shall say how? Some servants are b410 and some love to assist at a love mah) that one end of the bars could. by toth. ing spring, be made to drop downlt a groove, thereby making an aperaire large enough for the passage of her A1. der form. In an incredibly short He the rope ladder was fastened to the oh,r bars and form, apparently that . young gallant. was seen descendinsA the terrace.
 It was half an hour after midnight ' - Jasper Jugg. as he lay beneath the ny sound of revelry which still came frt the hall, saw two forms approachA One was of small stature, slight step q muffled in a common mantle. The otp was dressed like a forester, with sw4 at his side and a pistol In his belt. 'Er lo!' cried out Jasper. Where go you, ' masters?" The lesser form whisperedA the other, who immediately said: "Jash Jugg, Is that you? Heaven be praised have found you so soon. Here's tN north country peddler with his beads a his ribbon; he has come and whistd pretty Nan Malkin out to meet him. . will find them together in the garh under the terrace. I came to tell you.
 The enraged keeper scarcely heard ' man out, but started off with the svs- ness of a deer. forcing his way thro,h brush and brake directly to the hall. taller person of the pair now blew up a silver whistle call like the cail cA blower. Several armed men now appead with two richly caparisoned horses fIp among the trees, where they had Deon F ing. The moonlight shone upon the f,e of Dorothy Vernon as she and Sir Jon Manners mounted and rode swiftly awT, The riders disappeared from the woodS1 the chase and the ancestors of tho p1s ent ducal house of Rutland sought sl. ter for a time in foreign lands from 10 wrath of the King of the Peak. NJ morning, when they examined the cte from which the bird had flown. ty Hound one of Dorothy's little sliprfl caught by It's silver heel in tho windw grating. You may still see 1t among A relics of Haddon Hall.
 Next weeks one-pago classic wm - ''Hard Times" by Charles Dickens.