Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-08-10

by tthe vicious blow Of Helen's
whip, sat motionleSS and grim.
- They faced each other while,
she painting and desperate.
"Oh!' cried she. Richard Guy1ord.
how infinitely despise you! Gregory,
take me back home!"
Sir Richard dismounted and, picking
up his hat, stood listening; he heard
GregoryS voice, her murmurous answer,
away. Sir Richard laughed, somewhat
ruefully, and, finding the hat in his
fist. clapped it on, swung to saddle and
rode his solitary way. But he had gone
no great distance when moved by some
sudden thought, he checked Caesar, all
at once, and turning, cantercd In the
opposite direction.
Back rode he by familiar ways until
presently his sharp ear caught the
Jingle of bit. with murmur of voices;
therefore he dismounted, and stole for
ward in the shadow OF high hedge.
"Ah. Gregory" sighted my lady,
"'Tis hateful world!'
Gregory sighed sympathetically. and
held his peace, wherefore she question:
ed him Immediately:
You think the detestable monster
hath found secure haven In the
Woods?"
IT'S so pray, my laQy.
"Didst warn him, Gregory-of these
Aw-offcers from London?"
Alas, no, madam. had small
chance for word with him. You spoke
sim of this. I hope?"
mot I-ah, no, my poor heart was
too full Of his cruel injustice. his base
suspicious and yet should this alb
horred wretch be taken or come to any
harm. I think 'twould break my heart.
:. 80 I pray God be his sure defense
nov and always =. and so dear friend,
goodnight"
Of came Gregory's hat and he
Hsooped to the hand she reached out to
him, kissed it reverently and thereafter
sat bare-headed to watch her safely in
doors. Even then he remained staring
at the house until-the hedge rustled
behind him. and starting round, he
reached for his pistol holster as a
masked man stepped into the moon
light.
AIS we'll" said a familiar voice,
and Sir Richard smiled up at him.
'Yonder went rare creature, Greg, and
prayed for me-wept! Ha, It's sweet,
good world"
But, Sir there be men from
London to hunt ye down."
"Ay, know, Greg man, know.
But-She prayed for me, and sure such
belt, I'm come home again, old lad
Now as they went, Sir Richard looked
up at Gregory, riding so gravely beside
him
"Ha, Greg," he said clapping him
on the knee. "'Twould seem 1 mis-
Judged her-wherefore she vows me
hateful. scorns and condemns me, and
very naturally, Greg. Wherefore, un-
less they hang me. I am determined to
follow your advice and make her my
wife. heaven help herr"
And, sir. dare to suggest she
favours you"
Yes. she hath already whipped me-"
"whi-whipped you?" repeated Greg
cry in shocked voice.
Heartily, Greg. The which doth
argue her not altogether insensible: nay
I protest it promiseth we'll. Faith,
twill be a right merry wooing."
So they presently reached the village
where none stirred and no light
beamed.
"A pretty place. Greg" sighed Sir
Richard And yet here, at this mo-
1niliar roofs. lie they, few or many, that
plot my ruin, though who or why, Is
beyond my guessing; thus here will
hide"
Here, sir?" demanded Gregory, start
ing.
OR hereabout. Tomorrow is the in
quest on poor Julian and I shall assur-
eddy be pronounced the murderer, so
here needs I must be-"
Nay, sir. 'twere wanton risk! There
are these police from London. The
whole place is watched for you"
Well I shall be safer here under
their very noses; here must I bide'
Sir" said Gregory in pleading tones.
"Oh Mister Richard. never venture
hereahout, do entreat"
Now Sir Richard. perceiving his
passionate anxiety, squeezed him in
long arm.
Greg quoth he. good, my friend,
grieve not myself for me. for did not
she pray for me? Howbeit. hereabouts
goetn the murderer Of Julian-poor
Julian that died even as I found him,
and, dying. gasped out strange warning
--ay, by heaven, with his last breath
goake mighty strange thing, Greg, a
Thing hath sore puzzled me-
What. sir-what said he?"
Ware. Dick" he gasped, ware,
Dick-a cat's-eye@"
Sir Richard checked himself with
kissing intake of breath and turned
swiftly to stare at Gregory. found
Gregory staring at him and gazing thus
on each other. wide-eved. we're silent
while: when at last Sir Richard spoke,
II was in a hoarse and broken whisper.
Greg he-he was not raVing then!
TIE had heen shot from the hllSheS-le