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Show 1 Mistress Rosemary Allyn I Dy M1LL1CENT E. MANN Copjrlrtu, 11104. by LUCAS-LINCOI.N tfl M J 'II HKmJKBCUBtKHBUBMnBBIBKttKSKKUl.lBrtKMBMJBKMBlK sTBByas3Bi?s! B. BBBBBKSSBS CHAPTER XVII. Continued. Tho Captain, upon the landlord's .oiling him that there wns no other outlet from tho cellar, called his men and proceeded to drink to their sue-cei.1 sue-cei.1 When they had satisfied their thirst, bound up their scratches, nnd laughed n llttlo over llttlo Incidents In tho nffray, they began to parley with tho prisoner. Quontln Waters by name. Tho man being promised safo conduct con-duct bark to Jail, enmo forth, a grin on his dnrc-dovll fnce. Doubti began to flit from ono to another thnt thoy hnd spent their strength In taking the wrong man. Thoy questioned him. Ho know nothing of the prisoner pris-oner or his friends, denied being (jucntln Waters of Long H.iut; hooted hoot-ed nt tho Idea Ho was Anthony Dryne, n tinker, on tho way to London Lon-don In senrch of work. Ho had nnp-poned nnp-poned In nt tho Inn for n bite of supper, sup-per, nnd had only seen tho men ns they rushed out of tho houso to meet tho Ounrds. When the men bad pounced upon him ho had In desperation despera-tion defended himself with his cudgel. Ho told his story well, nnd ralno host of tho Tabard corroborated what ho said. Consternation camo upon them. Ono of tho men said that Quentln Waters was n gentlcmnn about town, and thnt tho boor could not possibly bo ho. To clap tho climax, cli-max, another ono assorted with posl-tlvoness posl-tlvoness that tho fellow was not the prlsonor wnntcd, for ho had Been Quentln Wnters often about London, and thnt ho was at least two Inches taller, and nlso of a darker complexion. At this tho captain wanted to know why In h 11 ho hadn't Bald so before. Tho soldier replied that ho hadn't been near enough to got a good look at him. So with crimination and recrimination, they wcro llko to havo a small fight nmong themselves when tho captain hot-mouthed remembered bis dignity, and put tho still smiling fellow under arrest. It being now too lata to go In Bcnrch of tho man, and a heavy fog about, they returned to London a sorry sor-ry lot. CHAPTER XVIII. The Loan of a Locket. Lady Fclton nnd I left tho Ivy-grown Ivy-grown south wall, tho dccp-throatcd well, and tho sound of clanking stcol 'T there fihliig I would not do for you consistent with my honor?" "Then In rnrnest of what you sny I havo n request to make of you," sho whispered. "Dear Rosemary. 1 beg of you not to hesitate." I pleaded. "I would borrow the locket you wenr upon your breast," she said co-quettlshly. co-quettlshly. I raised my hand nnd felt of tho locket she desired. Yes, It was safo and hung by Its rosette of ribbons. Truly a little enough request to grant, yet I know not what to say: for what she" coveted wns n locket with a Jow-eled Jow-eled front nnd mirrored back, such as gentlemen of fashion used to sco If their wigs were on straight. This one of mine hnd a spneo between tlio Jeweled front nnd tho mirror, and In that space I hnd hidden the letter given me by my father. Intricately conccnled In tho rim was a spring, which when pressed opened tho locket. I thought nt first of tolling her nbout tho pnper; how Lady Dwlght had beon my father's first wife, and that Haoul Dwlght was my half-brother, half-brother, Dut something held mo; ro-spect ro-spect for Lady Dwlght, who should bo the first one seen, nnd hor wishes regarding re-garding her son. Sho might still not wish him to know that Lord Waters was his father. I vas pondering theso things when she spake: "I havo n desire to wear It at tho ball to-morrow night on ray breast. It Is very pretty. It will look well among tho ruffles of my new gown." "To show another scalp nt your girdle, as they say tho red men In America number their victims," I sug gested. "Tush, sir!" she cried. "Your comparison com-parison is odious." "Dut what matter It?" I continued; "I would all tho world might know I am your lover." Certainly sho should wear tho locket; lock-et; I hesitated not a moment upon that point. It was a small thing to do for Hoscmary and I would tnko tho paper out. Upon second thought I decided to let It remain where It was. Sho had guarded tho other bit of paper so successfully, sho should havo tho guarding of this ono also. Tho spring wns so cunningly concealed con-cealed sho would never know that It was meant to open, later I should tell her about It. "You you?" I said. "Pretty Alice Lynson7" behind us and rodo toward tho open country. Tho fog thickened. Wo rodo close. My knees touched her horso's belly. I bethought rao In such a fog there waB no need to go In a roundabout way. "No ono will bo ablo to rccognlzo us in this fog," I said, "wo will rldo for tho bridge, wo shall havo tlmo to cross It beforo tho guards will havo reached It nnd can Btatlon men there trust OH for that." "Yet an I wero you," sho 'urncd, "I would cover ray faco whou wo do cross It, for who knows who may be flashing lights about." "I shall bo cautious, novcr fear," I said; "for your sako It would not do for rao to bo recognized." On a sudden thoro rang out through tho gloom n rlpplo of laughter. It wns aa startling nnd as lovely na If a nlghtingnlo had burst Into s'ong at my head. It was Hoscmary laughing In tho very abandonment of life nnd 'ovo and Joy. "Pleasant thoughts como to you, swoet," I said; "may I partake of them?" "It Is naught of consequence,' sho replied. "I nm fey at tlmof -and now thoro camo beforo mo tho I .turo of Aunt Elaine's fnco an slio. should want to sco hor nlcco to-night. An empty bed a scandal sho will hr horror-stricken poor dcarl" Ak.u . sho laughed. "I sincerely hope tho fates will It n her from your room to-night until you aro safo nt homo nnd snuggled in your bod," I said qulto dovoutly. "Ohl you must know thnt Aunt Elalno Vivos rao dearly,'' sho explained. ex-plained. I can twist her nbout my Angers as I can ono of my t ,s." "An you do all who como near you," , affirmed. "Not so," she quickly retorted; "you yourself are not so nmcnablo." ) "I?" I questioned In astonishment. Wo reached tho bridge Thcro were lighted flambeaus nt Its entrances, en-trances, but wo passed over unmolested, unmo-lested, as ordinary wayfarers. I dismounted hor at tho stables of tho Dow Street mansion, where I had difficulty in nrouslng tho hostler. Then wo walked to tho sldo cntranco of tho houso. Tho koy of this door Hosemnry had taken tho precaution to Blip Into her pocket, so ns to bo ablt to let herself In without nwu.':-cnlng nwu.':-cnlng any ono. Deforo I bado her good byo, I pinned tho rosetto upon hor bosom. "Tnko caro of It, sweetheart," I said; "It was my mother's. For that reason I value It highly, but tho sotting sot-ting Is too old fashioned to suit rao; I shnll havo it reset when I return with tho other Jowels to deck my brldo." "You aro going?" Bho questioned. 'To Long Hnut on n sorrowful errand er-rand to bury my father," I said. "Your father Is dead!" at exclaimed ex-claimed In an nwo-strlcken volco. "Yos." I replied, "I only learned tho sad news to-n.ht from Gil. I novor knew my fathor as a well man God rest his soul! Af ir I have laid him to rest ai.i. ng his ancestors In tho old church of Long Hnut, I will ' turn, yos In flvo days I shall bo he.o ir finish a task, over which God for-lvi mo! I havo not wasted my oncr.y." Thon nftor a slight pauso: 'It Is ito (Gil will bo waiting, wait-ing, poor fellow; I havo taxed his stre: :th to tho utmost) although I long to stay with you, I must bo on my way Good bye, good byo. Bwort!" I took hor In ray arms am .his tlmo she did not deny mo; I klssod hor lips. I watched hor Into tho houso nnd waited until I heard the door closo and heard her sny, "Oh, Moffet! how you frightened me!" Then I turned nnd remounting my horso rodo slowly slow-ly out of the grounds. I passed tho high pillars of store at Its entrance. BflBBHBBVBIBBVBBBllMiMBnPBnBBBr f r A light was swung 'Beforo my eyes. I heard n whisper, "Tis he." k thousand colors flashed before mo. I clutched at something anything to savo myself from falling. Then I knew no more. CHAPTER XIX. Pretty Alice Lynson. Huzr.-buz7.buzz bounded throughout tho room. What fretted mo most' was that the noise kept tlmo to tho1 beatings in my temples. "Master Arnold," I muttered, "'tis a fine way to treat jour guests drink 'cm under tho tabic first tlmo In lifo your wine's too newly drawn too now I say. Oh, my head's as heavy as a laggard's fect-No, no, my lord, tho gamo Is mine, mine, I sny." So murmuring I awakened. I was dreaming I wns at tho lodge, and with Ixird Felton was again playing-that playing-that memorablo game, In which I had won tho hand of Lady Folton. 1 turned mo over and tried to rnlao-myself rnlao-myself upon nn elbow. My head fell back on the pillow. I wns dropping-off dropping-off Into Bleep again when tho nolso-whlch nolso-whlch I havo beforo mentioned aroused my Ire. "Gil. for God's sako," I cried out petulantly, "stop your clnttcr. You make moro liolso than n lot of fish wives chaffering nt a country fair." Tho noise did not abate, but n fig-uro fig-uro rnlsed Itself from a chair nt tho foot of tho bed whereon I lay. "You Idiot," I stormed, "will you keep still?" Tho figure camo tlp-toelng to my side. I yawned, and then rubbed my eyes. It wns "pretty Allco Lynson," as you plcaso. "You you," I said wonderment In my voice. "Pretty Allco Lynson, on my life 'tis pretty Allco Lynson," I repented dryly, "what do you hero?" "Oh, sir, sir," sho blubbered, and with tho tall of her gown sho wiped away tho tear from her eyos. "God In heaven but I nm glad I never thought to hear you speak rationally again." I looked nt hor Inquiringly. "Kind Bir," sho said, "you have been most grievously hurt." "Hurt," I repented. "Yes," Bho nodded. "Struck upon tho head. For flvo days you havo beon unconscious; oven at doath's door." I raised my hand and folt of my, head It was soro to tho touch, andi about It there was a cloth. "Dut how camo you hero?" I ques- 1 tloncd. I "Hero?" sho repented. "TIs but a poor room that I rent from day to day." "I see," I said whimsically, "I should havo said how came I hero?" "It Is n long talo," sho began, "and I nm afraid -tho chlrurgeon will not want mo to talk to you for fear of your fever coming bnck." "Never mind tho chlrurgeon." raid I "I am moro llko to"dlo of Impatience Impa-tience If you keep mo long wnltlng. Dut first nsk Gil to stop hla Jabbering thore in tho corner tell him to como hero why doesn't ho como horo perhaps I can Induco him to satisfy my curiosity, slnco you nro so reluctant." reluc-tant." Sho did not movo from my sldo. "Gil, Gil," I cried. I marveled that my volco gavo out so small a sound. ' "Oh, sir," sho said, "I'm nfrnld you will do yourself harm. Drink this, I plcnso. and thon I will tell you what I know." Sho took n cup from among tho bottles on a chair near tho bed, and put It to ray lips. I meekly drank. It contained a nnBty concoction of drugs. "Your pardon." I begged, for whllo sho bad my head raised I had peered moro closely Into tho dingy corner. "My head Is not very clear, and r thought 'twas Gil humming ns ho oft does ono of his outlandish versos to hlmsolf. Whoro Is tho follow anyway?" any-way?" I added petulantly. (To b'o continued.) |
