San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1924-03-04

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Colonel HOLES, soldier and adven.
turer, returns to England, the land
of his BIRTH. when war is declared
with Holland. He comes to lodge
with Martha Quinn, hostess of the
i'aul's Head. in Paul's Yard, London.
The colonel asks his old friend
His Grace of Albemarle. to secure
for him a place in the army, Al
bemarle warns him that the name
of Randall HOLES, father of the
colonel, is on the warrant for the
execution of the late king. There
fore it is dangerous for the colonel
to secure commission.
A friend named Tucker asks
HOLES to enter conspiracy against
the government. His Grace OF
| buckingham falls victim to the
charms of beautiful Sylvia Far
quharson, actress, and he invites
her to dinner at his home. Sylvia
comes late to the feast. Now 60 on
with the story.
| Lastly she saw the tall white fig
I ure of the Duke advancing toward
her, his eyes narrowed, a half-smile
on his full lips, both hands outheld
| in welcome. He moved correctly, with
! that almost excessive grace that was
his own, and he at least showed no
sign of the intoxication that marked
the guests at this Circean feast. But
| that afforded her no reinsurance.
From pale that they had been. her
cheeks-her whole body, it seemed to
her-had famed yi-id scarlet. Now
it was paling again, paling this time
in terror and disgust.
Fascinatedly she watched his
graces advance for a moment. Then
incontinently she turned, and fled,
with the feelings Of one who had
looked down for moment into the
pit of hell and drawn back in shud-
dering horror before being engulfed.
Behind her fell a dead silence OF
astonishment. 1t endured whilst
you might have counted six. Then
great peal of demoniac laughter
came like an explosion to drive her
fearfully onward.
She reached the hall, darted across
this, and across the vestibule, her
light silk mantle streaming behind
her, and so gained at last the open
door, stared at by lackeys. who won
dered, but made no attempt to stay
her.
Too late came the shout from the
pursuing Duke ordering them to bar
her way. BY then she was already
in the courtyard, and running like a
hare for the gateway that opened
upon Whitehall. Out of this the
hackney coach that had brought her
was at that moment slowly rumbling.
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driver brought it to halt in ODE
dience to her cry.
ITO Salisbury. Court" she gasped.
"Drive quickly!"
She was in, and she had slammed
the door as the Dukes lackeys-,
three of them - ran alongside the
vehicle, bawling their commands to
stop. She flung half her body
through the window on the other
side to countermand the order.
Drive on! Drive quickly, in Gods
name !"
Had they still been in the court
yard, it is odds that the driver would
not have dared proceed. But they
were already through the gateway
in Whitehall Itself, and the coach
swung round to the left in the direc-
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open street the driver could defy
the Dukes lackeys. and the latter
dared not make any determined at
tempt to hinder him.
The coach rolled on, and Miss Far
quharson sank back to breathe at
last, to recover from her nameless
terror and to regain her calm.
The Duke went back with dragging
feet and scowling brow to be greeted
by a storm of derision upon which
in more sober mood his guests would
hardly have ventured. He attempted
to laugh with them, to dissemble the
extent to which he had been CALLED.
But he hardly made success of It,
and there was distinct ill-tempcr in
the manner in which he flung him
self down into his great chair. Mr..
Etheredge, leaning across Miss How
den. laid white jeweled band on his
friends arm.
He alone of all the company, al
though he had probably drunk more
deeply than any, showed no sign of