The Meridian times., 1920-10-29

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both thrown into jail.
After three weeks rescue came from
an unexpected quarter--from Jack
Comyn, who brought Dorothy to meet
us at the prison gates. was over
whelmed. Dorothy greeted me so
warmly that l almost believed Comyn
and Patty to have been right when
they vowed that Dolly loved only me.
Paul declared he was IAN American,
the compatriot of the beautiful Miss
Manners"
was minded to go back to America
at once and reward Paul, but Comyn
would not hear to this, declaring that
/ alone could save Dolly from Charter
sea. / knew that Comyn, In telling
Dorothy that loved her, had sacrificed
himself. When l met MIR. Manners he
declared that he had not seen me on
the former occasion, but I knew he
He'd. AS for Paul, when he saw how
the land lay, he gave us the slip and
sailed for America as captain of the
Betsy bark.
In the betting books of Whites and
Brooks is the record of much Of my
life In London, for / travelled In fast
company. My friendship with Charles
James Fox is story in itself. He adj
mlred highly my defense of the col
onies, although he did not then openly
espouse our cause. Fox warned me
that Chartersea was plotting against
me, and proof came when the duke
wagered that I could not ride Balti-
more's horse Pollux, for Pollux was
n man killer. Nevertheless, rode the
beast, and when Chartersea tried to
follow me PolIux threw him into the
Serpentine. Thus foiled, Chartersea
waylaid me at Vauxhall, and knew
that Manners had helped to trap me.
Comyn came to my rescue and was
wounded, but was unhurt.
Manners showed his hand when he
brought me news that my grandfather
was dead and Grafton was master of
Carvel Hall. I struck him. Mr.. Dix
was quick to tell me that was penni-
less, but Comyn insisted on offering
his security for me.
Then back went to Annapolis to
learn that my uncle had intercepted
my letters so that my grandfather had
believed me dead. Henry Swain had
been successful in business and he
made me factor of his new estate.
There I stayed until the dreary sum-
mer of 1774, when Liberty lost friend
by the death Of Mr.. Swain. His last
wish was that / should marry Patty,
but when i asked her to marry me she
saw what was In my heart and asked
me whether loved her. And for that
there was no answer. But when rode
away to fight for my country she told
me she would pray for me-and fer
Dorothy.
AT Annapolis, on my way north, l
received great surprise. Learning
that one Jones had spoken Of me, I
went to see him and found that it was
John Paul himself, who had an estate
in Virginia and was bound for Phila-
delphia to lay before congress his plan
for an American navy. How he sue
ceeded is known. / sailed with him,
and was with him in many of his great
sea fights, the last being that of his
Bon Homme Richard against the
Scraps, in the North sea. This was
the hottest battle of all, and my last
memory of 1t is the sight of a naked
seaman rushing at me, pike in hand.
Iawoke. Where was I? What room
was this? Who was this coming to
tend me? Who but Nanny Lucy,
Dorothy's old nurse, to tell me that I
was In London, In Mr.. Manners house?
Where was Dolly? was to see her
soon, If the doctor permitted. She
came! The little room was heaven,
though I was stretched on a bed of
pain. Mrs. Manners answered my
questions. Jones had contrived to let
Dolly know was wounded and In hos
pital in Holland, and Comyn had
brought me to England. learned also
that my uncle had been deprived of
his estate for treachery and that Car
vel Hall was mine. And now I was
to be smuggled out of England again.
This time Fox played smuggler, and
soon Dolly was to be my wife. But
did / not love Patty? she asked me. I
told her the truth.
"Dear Richard" Dolly said, 'T be.
lieve / have loved you all my life."
We were married on the 18th of June,
and Patty dressed the bride. Poor
Patty. You have heard your mother
speak of Aunt Patty, my dears.
Ere had regained my health the
war for independence was won. 81
pray God that time may soften the
bitterness 1t caused, and heal the
breach in that noble race whose motto
Is Freedom. That the Stars and
Stripes and the Union Jack may one
day float together to cleanse the world
of tyranny"
Copyright, 1919. by Post Publishing Co.
CThe Boston Post). All rights re-
served. Condensed from Richard
Carvel," by Winston Churchill, copy
right, 1899, 1914, by The Macmillan