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Show upon my knees to him. He shall he : shall pardon Giles!" We were all huddled together, then, in our parlor at the inn, having just returned from the assize hall. "Richard and I will go," said Sir Peter. "And Daphne and I will stay and l comfort Giles," spoke Lady Hawkshaw. A week to London, and a week to ; return, was easy traveling but how j long would it take us to reach the ; king? And what ministers would be in town? And what would be the earliest -moment we could leave London? All these things were in our minds to torment tor-ment us. Nevertheless, within half an hours we were on our way. While we were demanding the best horses, and having them put to, an insolent in-solent groom came in the stable yard and asked for horses for Sir Thomas j and Lady Arabella Stormont and Lady Arabella's companion, Mrs. Whitall, and two servants, for London. The head hostler replied roughly that they had no time to attend him then, as they were starting Sir Peter Hawkshaw Hawk-shaw and Mr. Glyn off for London, too, to beg Mr. Giles Vernon's life. The man, at this, grew saucy, and offered a handsome bonus for the horses which were then being put to for us. I caught him by the collar, and threw him out of the stable yard, where the hostlers drubbed him soundly, thank God! One hurried kiss to Daphne, a brief farewell between Sir Peter and Lady Hawkshaw, and we were off for London. Lon-don. Our race into Scotland was nothing noth-ing to it. The roads were much cut up, and although we traveled day and night, we were more than four days on the way. We reached London early in the day; and, without stopping for food, or to change our linen, we went to the admiralty. There we got the information informa-tion that the first lord was visiting in the country, in Kent. Within the hour, 1 was on my way to Kent. When I reached the place, the first lord had left, not more than two hours before, ings of Flora. A gilt chandelier diffused light through the apartment, and at one side was a pair of large folding doors. After a long wait, a gentleman, Mr. Digby, appeared. He received us politely, po-litely, but said it was impossible to disturb dis-turb the prince then as he was just sitting sit-ting down to liquet. Sir Peter remained re-mained silent; he was used to giving orders, and the words. "It is impossible to see his royal bigness." were peculiarly pe-culiarly disagreeable to him. 1 then made my plea. I told Mr. Digby that the life of a gallant officer and gentleman was in jeopardy, and that we begged to see his royal highness high-ness in the hope that the king might be approached. "That, too, is impossible," coldly replied re-plied Mr. Digby. "The king is far from well." Just then some one on the other side of the folding .doors opened one of them the least bit in the world, and then closed it but not before we had seen streams of light pouring from it, a long table brilliant with plate and ornaments, and a company of about 20 gentlemen sitting around it, and at one end sat a personage whom we at once recognized as the prince of Wales. Without a word Sir Peter arose, and, darting toward the door for he was ever an agile man threw it open, and walked into the presence of his royal highness. "Sir," said he, marching up to the prince, "I am Admiral Sir Peter Hawkshaw, Hawk-shaw, and I have boarded you, so to speak, sir, in order to save the life of one of the gallantest officers in the service of his majesty." I had always heard that his royal highness was a gentleman, and I saw then such an exhibition of readiness and good taste as I never saw before, and never expect to see again. Every one at the table,- except the prince, seemed astounded at the sudden entrance en-trance and statling address of a short, active little man in an admiral's uniform. uni-form. But the prince offered Sir Petet his hand in the coolest manner in the world, saying: "Most happyv to meet you. Sir Peter. I recollect well that you carried the Indomptable by boarding very successfully. success-fully. But how did you get past the watchdogs at the door, my dear sir?" "By carrying sail hard, your royal highness," responded Sir Peter, "and seeing this door open, faith, said I, to myself, having risked my skin these 40 years for the king and his successors, succes-sors, sure, I can risk it once more by walking in on my prince, apd here I am, sir, ready to state my case. That bloody popinjay, Digby (Digby was right behind him), wanted me to let you alone because you were about to go to piquet, but I think no prince of England would sacrifice a man's life to a game of piquet." "Certainly not, Sir Peter," answered his royal highness, rising, "and now I have an hour entirely at your service." ser-vice." "Sir," said Sir Peter, "I ask the honor of shaking hands with you, not as a royal prince, but as an honest man and good fellow." I think the prince was ever susceptible suscep-tible to honest praise, for he was no fool, and he was undoubtedly pleased when Sir Peter wrung his hand. He then led the way into another room, and the door was closed. The rest of the party behaved very civilly to me, and I accepted thankfully thankful-ly an invitation to have something to eat and drink. They were merciful to me, seeing my distress of mind, and did not plague me with questions, but resumed their conversation with one another. (TO BE CONTINUED.) THE LOVES . of the LADY ARABELLA By MOLLY ELLIOT SEA WELL (Copyright, 1S06, Boobs-llerrlU Co.) SYNOPSIS. At 14 years of age Admiral Str Peter Hawkshaw's nephew, Richard Glyn, fell deeply in love at first sight with Lady Arabella Stormont, who spurned his attentions. at-tentions. The lad, an orphan, was given a berth as midshipman on the Ajax by his uncle. Giles Vernon, nephew of. Sir Thomas Vvirnon, became the boy's pal. They attended a theater where Hawk-fehaw's Hawk-fehaw's nephew saw Lady Arabella. Vernon Ver-non met Philip Overton, next in line for Bir Thomas Vernon's estate. They started start-ed a duel which was interrupted. Vernon. Overton and Hawkshaw's nephew found themselves attracted by pretty Lady Arabella. Ara-bella. The Ajax in battle defeated French tvarships in the Mediterranean. Richard Hlyn got 2,000 prize money. He - was balled home by Lady Hawkshaw as he was about to "blow in" hjs earnings with Vernon. At a Hawkshaw party Glyn discovered dis-covered that Lady Arabella was a poor but persistent gambler. He talked much Willi her cousin Daphne. Lady Arabella again showed love for gaming. Later she held Glyn and Overton prisoners, thus delaying the duel. In the Overton-Vernon duel, neither was hurt. Lady Arabella Ara-bella humiliated Richard by her pranks. Richard and Giles shipped on a frigate. Giles was captured by the French. Sir Peter arranged for his exchange. Daphne Daph-ne showed a liking for Glyn. who was then 21 years of age. Giles was released. Giles and Richard planned elopements. Sir. Peter objected to the plan to wed Daphne. ' Ey clever ruses Giles and Richard Rich-ard eloped with Lady Arabella and Daphne, respectively. The latter pair were married. Daphne was pleased; Arabella Ara-bella raved in anger. When the party par-ty returned, Arabella asked Sir Peter to aid in prosecuting Giles in court on the charge of committing a capital crime. All attended the trial. CHAPTER IX. Continued. The evidence being all in, and the 'L arguments made, a recess was taken. We were not the only ones who paid our respects immediately to Giles Vernon. Many persons went forward and shook his hand, while I think Sir Thomas did not receive a cordial greet-, ing from a single man or woman in the hall, although he was known to every -one present. ' We got a hurried dinner at the tav- j ern, and returned at once to the hall. It was about half-past four in the win- ' ter afternoon, and the day being dark and lowering, candles were required. The lord justice's instructions to the jury were then read, and my heart sank, as in a dreadful monotone, he expounded the law to them. Alas! As long as the statute against the abduction abduc-tion of an heiress remained, Giles Vernon Ver-non was guilty of a capital crime; and not one wqrd uttered by any one of us who testified in his behalf did aught but prove the more strongly that he had carried Lady Arabella off against her will. The jury retired, and, the day having been fatiguing, the lords justices determined de-termined to wait in their retiring room for an hour, where they could be called, if the jury promptly reached a verdict. This troubled me this expectation ex-pectation of a quick decision. The judges having retired and suspended sus-pended the sitting of the court, we at once went over and sat with Giles, who maintained perfectly his manly - composure. He laughed with Sir Peter My Senses Seemed Preternaturally Acute. for London. I had passed him on the road, without knowing him. I returned re-turned to London. Sir Peter had seen several members of the government, meanwhile, and had been privately informed in-formed that the king was suffering mentally; and although hopes were entertained en-tertained that the spell would pass away, without the necessity of informing inform-ing the country or parliament, still, access to him was refused to all by his physicians, except the members of his family and immediate household, and they, were charged not to mention business busi-ness to him; it would be impossible to approach him. When Sir Peter told me this, I became be-came so weak I was forced to sit down. After a few minutes of agony, a desperate desper-ate resolve came to me. I rose, and said: "I have a scheme desperate, but not impossible. Go with me to the prince of Wales. He is at Carlton house, but goes back and forth to Windsor." Sir Peter jumped at this poor chance, and we agreed to go immediately. We had left York on a Friday, and had reached London on the luonday. Two days had abeen lost in the journey jour-ney to Kent; and it was now late in the evening of Wednesday. We had, luckily, brought our uniforms along; and, dressing ourselves in them Sir j Peter with all his orders sewn on his coat we called a hackney coach and drove to Carlton house. When we got there it was about ten o'clock in the evening. The windows j were brilliantly lighted up, and it was about the hour that the prince of Wales was known to be in his best humor but the hour when he most hated to be disturbed. We descended, and the sentries passed us through on account of our uniforms and Sir Peter's decorations on his breast. We reached the door and knocked. The porter opened the door gingerly, when Sir Peter, giving it a kick, walked in, followed by me. The man attempted to arrest our progress, prog-ress, but Sir Peter said to him, fiercely : "Do you think, you damned lackey, that you can be insolent to an admiral in his majesty's service?" The man apologized humbly and ushered us into a large reception room on the first lloor, saying he would call the gentle man of the chambers. We seated ourselves. Even in that time of agony. I noted the beauty of ! 'he room indeed, my senses seemed J preternaturally acute, and every in- . cident of that dreadful time is deeply j .ixed in my mind. The ceiling was of I gilt, while around the walls were paint-1 over some of the events of the fight between the Ajax and her two ene-S ene-S mies, complimented Lady Hawkshaw upon her triumph over the laws of the y land relating to evidence, and said . many kind things to Daphne. While we were in the midst of a cV.eerful conversation, and not observant observ-ant of what was going on in the other part of the hall, we suddenly heard the crier proclaiming the entrance of their lordships, and at the same moment mo-ment Sir Thomas Vernon entered by i another door. Hanging on his arm was Lady Arabella Stormont. And then the jury filed in with solemn r faces, and what followed all seemed to me like some horrid dream. .-. Although several persons were . 'I moving about, there seemed to me a M dreadful silence; and although the candles burned, and a great hobgoblin Y of a moon peered in at the windows. there seemed an awful darkness. And vafter a time, in which I was oppressed y this ghostly silence and darkness. baw the senior lord justice put on a brock cap and sentence Giles Vernon to)be hanged by the neck until he was de.nd, that day fortnight. illy eyes roved aimlessly around, and fell at that moment on Lady Arabella Stormont. A faint smile flickered on her Jovely mouth. CHAPTER X. In that hour of horror I became weaker and more helpless than the weakest and most helpless woman. Sir Peter and Lady Hawkshaw were too stunned to think. I remember, now, the look of despair on Sir Peter's countenance, where I had never before be-fore seen anything but sturdy courage and it was an added terror. And the one who retained her senses, who suggested sug-gested a forlorn hope, was Daphne the youngest, the least experienced of js all. "To London!" she said. "To the Une. for pardon! I myself will go, El |