The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1911-07-28

A neeung instant Of eye TO eye; then:
you mistake, left her not alone but
with her betrothed husband. Lord
Wycherly has hoaored our child with
his proposals and r."
Blood OF Mary, madaml And you
have dared 20 set my word at naughtl
Hg-y!' The squire, speechless, pur
pie with wrath pointed 20 Wycherly
Bellairs cleared the space at a bound
slashing his glove across the smiling
face that blenched never 80 little
And you carry a sword. Sir Cory.
don?' To which Bellairs replied;
when and where you Will, so It be
soon Dame Margarets kinsman,
will act for you, doubt not"
"Ilush!" Dame Margarets slow
glance went from one to another, and
the quiet scorn Of it abashed them.
What tavern brawl have you brought
to our midst, Harry Bellairs?"
The danes tone was warranted to
daunt the bravest, but the squire's
fighting blood was up.
"Silence!" he Numbered Woman,
an you will have Il, then hear II. Yon
pothouse gallant that comes pran.
cling here to perjure honest men
thinks not enough Of the lass he fain
would WOO, but he must bring his Lon.
don drab a trailing at heel This night
we found her, Harry and l. down at
the inn, clamoring for this great lord.
Moreover lis a wife she claims TO be,
no thanks to him, who hired his
hounds TO strangle her when he had
done with her 'Tis a rare tale, II It
be true!'
"A lie! A most damned lie!" Reused
at last from his pose, Wycherly made
one step toward Dame Margaret, but
the sound Of a struggle I'm the hall ar.
rested him; then the curtains parted
and the woman, breaking from the
hold of the servants, flung herself at
the DANES feet holding up her strip
of parchment
Dame Margaret shrank back from
the heap Of rags and tatters. With an
effort she took the parchment and
there was silence between them as she
read It through, while the woman,
crouching, moved not or spoke
My Lord Of Wycherly, it were best
to remove your lady from this house,
whose roof you have betrayed
Wycherly started. the mark Of the
blow lost in the deeper red Of his dark
face as that cold voice scared, its
meaning barring all doubt She had
read and judged. With a derisive
laugh he stirred the crouching figure
with his boot. Arise, my Lady of
Wychcrly! Since you have Travelled
far, and are somewhat stained there,
by, and the hour grows late, it were
well to seek the inn" The squire
stood aside with averted face as the
two passed out
Lilias heard her fathers heavy tread
die away beside Dame Margaret's
lighter footsteps She was left with
Bellairs. What would she see in his
eyes? Everything was against her.
Nothing could make it right, nothing;
and yet she had not intended it, III
only one little moment could have
been hers in which to utter her de-
testation Of Wycherly She raised her
head. Slowly, slowly her eyes sought
his He was very near to her. She
could hear the quick come and go OIL
his breathing, and still he made mol
sign, uttered no word
The curved mouth grew piteous as
she realized that he was waiting; that
the pleading must come from her, who
was 50 unused to pleading; and the
witch grew strangely timid. Her
hand futtered toward his, the merest
shadow of motion. Harry" 1t was
scarcely a whisper, but the old light
blazed into sudden radiance then
Witch Lilias triumphed, burying her
face against the broad shoulder, her
lips still refusing the plea
for pardon
No word, but he held her close, or
she must have fallen for very shame.
Her arms stole up about his neck and
the red mouth lay temptingIy close. A |
long pause, then Witch Lilias laid
down her arms with the honors OF
war. 81 want you I want my troth |
back, an it please you, Sir Goliath Of
CATH"