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VOL. XV. i! » I* ! TORY OF FiiUNCiS CLUD3E. Ey STANLEY JMVEYMAN. [Cop?ri&* i>« i, isy C ijjssHI Fu!dishing Co All ri^hUs i i'Vfti. J <yso - sn. !UVy is <i• *G r *r* of Kouiniui. I - ranc’S n„,kU is living with 'it’s i nch’, Hr iptliony. ami his cousin Fctronilla, Sir daughter. Gardiner, bUh o# «f Winchester, pa.vs a visit to Sir nimby, and being a Catholic is dis nkeiI bv Fraud*, who is at heart a mot^int. CHAPTER JL-Gardi ncr tells Francis who his father is, that |lt! j. a traitor and informer, and offers to make ih« young man’s fortune if Ire will enter his service as a spy. Francis asks for time to reply and rims away, ioFnilthy to curve out his own fortune. HI.—lie is overtaken bv Clarence, an agent. ->f Gardiner, against whom he in¬ cites the mob by toiling them lire man js a press gang leader, and escapes o" Clarence's home and wit!) his dispatches lV.-fianeis goes to an inn at. St. Al¬ bans, and showing t> e di-patches is thought to be a queen’s rentier. Cla¬ rence arrive 0 , and lie e°cipss with the aid of a waiting maid. V, and VI.— He nadirs London and renders aid to t wo women. He and the women escape in boat, are attacked, and Francis is stun uecl. V)X.~-They are re-cit'd and put in board a vessel bound for Holland. Oneofthe women proves to be the Ouch essof Snffflk, who lias married a man named Bcriie. The other is a kinswo¬ man iiatnod Anne Brandon. Bertie i on beard ion. Being i\ otegtants, t,h^' were tleeing from England. Franc" tells them his name is Carey. VI11 — They ascend the river Rhine in a boat turn ’ reach the house of a friend named l.incl-t'om. !X, X and XI.—0 arty sans Dyinphna, I.anristrOm'sdaughter Iroin tun violence of a soldier and kills the man. They decile to bury 'he Spaniard, but Carey sees a ghost 'flan Tree, Dymphna’o lover, warns them fi-e. that, they are discovered, Emmerich and they bv XII.—They reach boat. the Dutchman’s party go to Sautpn, while Carey, Bertie and the two women start for W esel on hors hack. Xflf.— They are delayed by floods, and the 8p niards, led hr Clarence, come up with thorn. Carey disperses them. 'The rivets berng flooded, they turn toward Sauton. Bertie liy mistake kills one ol the town guard. XIV.—They reach Sauton, but are, besieged ill the gate house by ihe townsfolk, Inriou- at the death of a eii.izkn. Lin' lstroin appea rs a r d gains release for the party, provi¬ ded the man who struck the fatal blow he given up. To save Bertie, who is hun, Carey surrenders. CHAPTKH XV. Iliad nob scon tlio first moonbeams pierce the broken casement of the tower room, but I was there to watch tire last tiny patch of silver glide aslant from wall to till and sill to frame and so pass •out,. Near the fire, which bad been made up »:id now glowed and crackled bravely on flic hearthstone at my elbow, my three jailorsjiad this set a mattress fur me, and on I sat, my back to tlio wall and my faco to tho window. Tho ’guards lounged on the other side of tlio hearth round a lantern, playing dice and drinking. They were rough, hard men, whoso features, as they loaned over the table and tlio light played strongly on their faces, blazoning them against a wall of shadow, were stern and rugged enough. But they had not shown themselves unkindly. They had given mo a share of their wino and had pointed to tlio window and shrugged their shoulders, as much as to say that it was my own fault if X suffered from tire draft. Hay, from time to time one of them would turn from liis game and look at me, in pity, I think, and utter a curse that was meant for encouragement. Even when the first excitement had passed away I felt none of theptupcfaction which I havo heard that men feel in such a position. My brain was painfully active. Xn vain X longed to sleep, if it were only that I might not bethought to fear death, lint tho fact that I was to bo tried first, though the sentence was a certainty, dis¬ tracted and troubled me. My. thoughts pscca from tiling to thing, now dwelling oil the duchess and her husband, now Hit¬ ting to Pctronilla and Sir Anthony, to tho old place at home and the servants, to strange, petty things, long familiar—a tree in the chase at Coton, a herb X had throat, and I had to turn l,,m awayto P «*«.V hide the ” ,y hot tears that would rise at the thought that I must die iu this mean German town, in this unknown corner, and be buried and forgotten! And once, too, to torment mo there rose a doubt in my mind whether Master Bertie would recover, whether indeed I had not thrown my lifo away for nothing. But it was too late to think of that, and tire doubt,cwhioh the evil one wiitJ^dawIv himself must have suggested, so terrible Quickly My thoughts raoed but the about“lO, night erewled \Ve bad surrendered and the magistrates less pitiful than the jailers, had forbidden my friends to stay with mo. An hour or more after midnight two of the men lay down and the other sat hummiire roso'to'yavmaiid'Etretch a drinking son" or at inter rais himself and look out of the window From timo to time tho cry of the watchman going ids founds c;<nre drearily to my cars, recalling to mo the night I had snent behind the hoarding in Mooreate street, whon the ad Venture which was houri-h“d to end tomorrow— »av. today, in a few lured me away. Today’ Was I to die todav? To perish, with all mv dans, hones love? ft seemed •low, impossible’ As I gazed at the win whoso she n« he Iran into Drill ted on lav in’rph!mi Mv «n,l to rose /run nflS tal tlio ncr spi»ation **°°^ ! P ? b ' and I Ind T-rfiin to c'asnm, 1 1 1 * ,ava ottered—a erv not of fear, but of Hid remonstrance and revolt. I was f rri .,,1 .sp fi ri t streaks of fiassa. hen. th? fir.it r ock crewing,, /"V r Fi « /s ’ . A/ A? ■ @ -jJU / ❖ CONYERS, GA„ SATURDAY, JUNE 29, 1895. tiim, • iow i.uiju.es "brier, flAo vTaedr or men in tho street and on tho stairs, Tho sounds of day itvSl life acted magically upon mo. , Tho horror of tho night passed off as does too horror of a dream. When a mail, heavily cloaked and with his head covered, came in, the door being shut l o hind him by another hand, I looked up at him brave]/. The worst was past. li t replied by looking down at mo for a few momenta without disetusing himself, the collar of liiscloak being raised so high that I could see nothing of his features. -My first notion that ho must he Master l.indstrom passed away, and, displeased by his silent scrutiny and thinking him a stranger, I said sharply, ' I hope you are satisfied, sir.” "Satisfied?” ho replied in a voice which made me start so that tho irons clanked on my feet. "Well, I think I should be— seeing you so, my friend!” It was Clarence! Of all men, Clarence! I knew his voice, and he, seeing himself recognized, lowered his cloak. I stared at him in stupefied silence, and he at mo in a grim curiosity. I was not prepared for tho blunt abruptness with which he con¬ tinued, using almost tho very words ho had used whon faco to lace with mo in tho flood, "Now tell mu who you are, and what brought you into this company?’ 1 gave him no answer. I still stared at him in silence. "Como,” he continued, his hawk’s eyes bent on my face, "make a clean breast of it, and perhaps—who knows?—I may help you yet, Jnd. You have puzzled and foiled me, and I want to understand you. Where did my lady pick you up just when she wanted you? I hud arranged for every checker on tho board except you. Who are you?” This time I did answer him—by atjues tion. "How many times have we met?” I asked. "Throe,” iio said readily, ‘‘mid tho last timo you nearly rid tho world of me. Now tho luck is against you. It generally is in tho end against those who thwart mo, my friend.” He chuckled at the con¬ ceit, and I read in his faeo at once his Jovo of intrigue and his vanity. "I como uppermost, as always.” I only nodded. “What do you want?” I asked. I felt a certain expectation: Ho wantod some¬ thing. "First to know who you are." “I shall not toil you!” 1 answered. Ho smiled dryly, sitting opposite to nio. He had drawn up a stool and mado him¬ self comfortable. Ho was not an uncome¬ ly man as ho sat there playing with his dagger, a dubious smilo on his lean, dark face. Unwarned, I might have been at traded by the masterful audacity, the in¬ tellect as well as tho force which I saw stamped e:i his features. Being warned, I read cunning in his hold eyes and cruel¬ ty in the curl of his lip. “What do you want next?” I asked. “I want to savo your lifo,” ho replied lightly. At that I started. I could not help it. "Hal ba!” lio laughed. "I thought tlio stoicism did not go quite down to tho bot¬ tom, my lad,. But, there, it is t.ruo enough, I have como to help you. I have .conic to snvo-yikto-lrfe \£Xri -'to if you will let mo. ,, 1 strove In keep entire mastery ovor myself. Tho. feelings to which Ire ap pealed wore too sfcWSig for mo. My voice sounded strange, even in my own oars, 11 s 1 said hoarsely:- “It 13 impossible! What can you do?” • “What can I do?” he answered, with a storn smilo. “Much! I luivo, boy, a dozen strings in my hands <iud a neck, lifo at tho end of each!” Ho raised his hand, and extending the fingers moved them, to and fro. "Sco! see! A' life, a death!” ho ex claimed. "And for you I can and will save your life—on-one condition.’! “On 0110 condition?” I murmured. “Aye,,on one condition, but it i*«. very easy one. I will save your life oil my part, and you on yours must givo me a little assistance, Do you sec? Then we shall bo quits.” I said dully. 1 i "I do not understand,” did not. His words had set my heart flut¬ tering so that I could for the moment take in only ono idea—that here was a now hope of lifo “It is very simple,” he resumed, speak iire slowly. “Certain plans of mi no re¬ quire that convoyed X should back get to your Kngland. friend But tire duchess succeeded before for yon X should havo tiiis. In what you have hindered mo you can now help me. You have their confi¬ dence and great Influence with them. All I ask is that you will use that influence so that they may bo at a certain placo at a certain hour. I will contrive the rest. It shall never be known, X promise you, that you”— “Betrayed them, be “Well, gave me some information,” said lightly, puffing away my p ira,e. “No; betrayed them!” I persisted, f„g j( . so if you p i aase ,” he replied, Bhrl in? hi3 sfiouiders and raising bis ° y f,vnn -Whet is in a word?” aretbc ♦eniistor himself Ithink!” , , , i-itter rrec—for it was bitter_ fed that newborn hope dio out . " U "nr ut vnu you como como to to me mo in in vain am I .U'inl „ Sof !j softIj sn ftuw 1 ^ i, 0 answered answered, with wnn ’ caIraneS; “ Yet I saw a little , pn so heating in h.s cheek that seemed to. te;l of some emotion kept in subjection. be said. '' Is fn " httns Y°» at Crst ’ “But listen. Vou will do themBO barm and yourself good. I shall get them any ' va L both the ouchess and licr husband, though, without your aid, it will be more difficult W1 ^ev nevei cvcr y y i-eea ne\cr know k o it . Even now til( rc ls ur '° o{ ' vbom ^ ou mtie dream who has , '— ’ fellencc. I cried fiercely. _ I ea.o not. I^efyyou!” X could think of only ono tiling. 1 was wild with rage and disappointment. H.s words had aggravated the pain ol every regret, every clingU|jJO ^NSbund lifeA -elf. "Go!” I cried. leave me, you villain!” "If I do icavo you, ” be said, fixing Dr| WC, “it will be, my friend—to death-” answered wildly , vJSZr “Then -so bo it!” I " Your JiOfi»C! x.remaak dnipp-dfrma ^ ho Ida seat. A darker scowl changed anti uis flgufbd his brow as he lost hope of gam- fi Eil o V -H fa & *■ “I can and will sore your life—on one condition.” ing me. “Your honor? Where will it ho by tonight?” ho hissed, hi., eyes glowering down at me. “Where n week hence, when you will bo cast into a pit and forgotten? Your honor, fool? What is the honor of a dead man? Fail! But die, then, if you will have it col Dio, liko tho brainless brute you arc, and rot and be forgotten!” ho concluded passionately. They were terrible words, more terrilflo I know now than either bo or I understood then. They so shook me that when ho was gono I crouched, trembling, on my pallet, hiding my face in a lit of horror, taking no heed of my jailers or of appear¬ ances. “Die and be forgotten! Dio and be forgotten!” The doom rang in my ears Something which seemed to me angelio roused mo from this misery. It was tin) sound of a kindly, familiar voice speaking English. I looked up and found tiio Dutchman bending over me with a face of infinite distress. With him, but rather behind him, stood Van Tree, palo and vicious eyed, tugging ids scanty beard and gazing about him like a dog seeking some oco to fasten upon. “Poor lad! Poor lad!” tho old man said, bis voice shaking as lie looked at me. I sprang to my feet, tho irons rattling as I dashed my hand across my eyes. “It is all right!” I said hurriedly. "I had a—but never mind that. It was liko a dream. Only tell tho duchess to look to herself,” I continued, still rather vehemently. “Clamnco ishere. Ho is in Santcn. I have seen him.” “Y'ou have seen him?” both the Dutch¬ men cried at onco. “Aye, ” I said, with a laugh that was three parts hysterical—indeed I was still tingling all over with excitement. “Ho has been here to oiler mo my life if I would help him in his schemes. I told him ho was the tempter and defied him, and lie—lie said I should die and bo for¬ gotten!” I added trembling, yet laughing wildly at tho samo time. "I think lie is tho tempter!” said Master Lindstrom solemnly, his faco very grim, "and therefore n liar and tho father of lies! You may die, lad, today—perhaps you must—but forgotten you shall not bo wliiio wo live, or one of us lives, or olio of tho children who shall como after us. Ho is a liar!” I got my hands, with n struggle, from tho old inniv>;mi_ turning my back upon him went-and limited out of tlio window. Tho sun was rising. The tower of tlio groat miiiatec, Boon now for the first timo, rose in stately brightness abovo tho red roofs and quirtac- gables and tlio rows of dormer wiiidrtws. Dawn in the streets tho grayni'ss and'.chill yet lingered, but abovo was a vorjfljglory of light and warmth and color—-tire rising of the May sun. When I turned round, I was myself again. Tlio calm beauty of that sight bad stolen into lujbsoul. "Is it time?" I said cheerfully. For tjho crowd was gathering below, and t-lrero wore voices and feet on the stairs. “I think it is," Master Lindstrom an¬ swered. "We, havo obtained leuvo to go With you. You treed fear no violence in tho streets, for t!io man who was hurt is still alive and may recover. I havo been Wi'th tire magistrates this morning,” ho continued, “and found them better dis posed to yon, but the subdean has joint jurisdiction with them, ns the deputy of tho bishop of Arras, who is dean of tho minster, and he is, for sojno reason, very bitter against you." “Tire bishop of Arras? Granville, do you mean?” I asked. I know tire name of the emperor’s shrewd and powerful minister, by whose advice tho Netherlands were at this time ruled. “Tire samo. He, of course, is not here, but bis deputy is. Were it not for him— But, there, it is no good talking of that!” the Dutchman said, breaking oil* and rub bing bis head in his chagrin. One of tho guards who had spent the night with me brought mo at this mo U'.enfc a bowl of broth with apiece of bread in it. I could not oat the bread, but I drank the broth and felt tho better for it. Having in iny pocket a little money, with Which the duchess had furnished me, I put a silver piece in tho bowl and handed It back to him. The man seemed aston¬ ished and muttered, something in German as lie turned away. "What did he say?” I asked the Dutch ,Ilan - "Oh, nothing, . nothing, . he answered. “ But what was it? It was something, , I I persisted, seeing him cod fused. “Ho-well, bo said Ire would have a mass said for you!” Lindstrom answered degpair . -it will do no harm.” “No; ’ why should it?” I replied mechan |caJ]y Mas Wo were in the street by this time, ter Lindstrom and Van Tree walking bo s ;.j 0 , n e in the middle of a score of sol dlergt who gfcemed to my eyes fantastically drcss ,,q I remarked, as we passed out, a ta j[ man clothed in red and black, who wag sta , n ,q ng by the door as if waiting to fal1 in ^ hlud »° ca rricd «* hi ? ghouldcr a lon^ broad , olaaod , , sword, and I guessed who he was, sceiug how Master Lindstrom strove to intercept my^view of ^irn. But I was not afraid of that. I had heard long ago—perhaps six months in time, but it seemed long ago—how I;rave lyQnccn ., ane had died. And if a girl had notl trembled surely a man should r.ot. flo X locked steadfastly at him and took great couragCi OIM j after that was aide to gaze calmly on tho people, who pressed to stare at me, pooping overtire soldiers’ shoulders ^ clustering in every doorway and win dow to seo mo go past, They were all id fi-nt, and it even seemed to me that some »» ,» b„. M. W ■»..» pltIC U me. ht 1 “Z O ? jxgv^.ax h c. LSI! oui explains,X iru;~ ttt r,a.7 triumvir.? ~scrp i'.cr in ignorance u£ tho hour fixed for tho proceeding!). Her husband was better, lio said, and conscious; but, for fear of oxcit i:: q him, they were keeping the news from him also. I remember I felt for a moment very sore at. this, nml then I tried to per¬ suade myself that it was right. ’i i i o disluneo through tho streets was short, ami almost before I was aware of It I was ia! ho courthouse, tho guard had fallen buck, and I was standing before three per¬ sons who Were seated behind a long table. Two of them were grave, portly men wearing flat black caps and fearlet robes, with gold chains about their necks. Tho third, dressed as an ecclesiastic, wore a huge gem ring upon bis thumb. Behind them stood three attendants holding a sword, a corsier and a ducal cap upon u cushion, and above and behind all was a lufty stained window, whose rich hues, tho sun being low as yet, shot athwart tho corbels of tho roof. At tho end of tho tn blo sat a black robed man with an ink horn and spectacles,^a grave, still, down looking man, and tho crowd being behind me, and preserving a dead silence, and tho attendants standing like statues, I seemed indeed to be alone with these four at tho table and the great stained window and tho solemn hush. They talked to olio another in low tones for a minute, gazing at mo tho while, and I fancied they were astonished to find mo so young. At length they ali fell hack into their chairs. " I)o you speak German?” tho eld¬ est burgher said, addressing mo gravely. He sat ill tho middle, with tho subdean on his right. ‘•No, but I speak and understand Span¬ ish,” X answered in that language, feeling chilled already by the stern formality which like an iron band was laying its grip upon mo. "Good! Your name?” replied tho pres idon t. "I am commonly called Francis Carey, and 1 uni un Knglishman. ” Tho subdean —iio was a pale, stout mail, with gloomy eyes—had Hitherto been looking at mo in evident doubt, but at tills bo nodded as¬ sent, and averting bis eyes from mo gazed meditatively at tire roof of tlio hail, con¬ sidering apparently what ho should have for breakfast. "You are charged,” said the president slowly, consulting a document, “with having assaulted and wounded in tho highway last night ono Heinrich Schroder, a citizou of this town, acting at tho time as lieutenant of t.bo night guard. Do you udmit this, prisoner, or do you require proof? ’ ’ “Ho waa wounded,” I answered stead¬ ily, "but by misti ko end in error. 1 sup¬ posed him to bo ono of three persons who had unlawfully waylaid mo and my party oil the previous night between liuiiiierioli and Wesel. ” Tho subdoan, still gazing nt tho roof, shook bis head with a faint smile. Tlio other magistrates looked doubtfully at me, htj# jnudo no comment, and my words sceiStcd to bo wasted on tho silonco. Tho president. coil suited his document again and continued: ."You are also charged with JirtV/ngi by force of arms, in time of peace, seized agatoof this town and iiiiiin tained it and declined to surrender it when called upon so to do. Wliat do you say to that?” “It is trim in part,” I answered firmly. “I seized not the gate, hut part of the tower, in order to preserve my life and to protect certain ladies traveling with mo from lire violence of a crowd, which, un¬ der a misapprehension, was threatening to do us a mischief. 11 The priest again shook Ills head and smiled faintly at tlio carved roof, liis col¬ leagues were perhaps somewhat moved in my favor, for a few words passed between thorn. However, in the end they shook their heads, and tlio prcsidoutmeeiianiou! ly asked mo if I bad anything further to say. bitterly. "Nothing!” I replied The ec¬ clesiastic’s cynical heedlessness, his air of ono whoso mind ia mado up, seemed so cruel to me, whoso life was at stake, that I lost patience, "Kxceptwhnt I have said,” I continued, “that for the wounding, it was done in error, and for tho gate seiz¬ ing, I would do it again to savo tho lives of those with mo. Only that and this— that I am a foreigner ignorant of your language and customs, desiring only to pass peacefully through your country.” “That is all?” {ho president asked im¬ passively. “All,” I answered, yet with a strange tightening at my throat. Was it ail? Ail I could say for my life? I was waiting, sore and angry and des¬ perate, to hear the sentence, when there came an interruption. Master Lindstrom, whoso presence at my side 1 had forgot¬ ten, broke suddenly into a torrent of im¬ passioned words, and bis urgent voice, ringing through the court, seemed in a moment to change its aspect—to infuse into it some degree of life and sympathy. More than .one guttural exclamation, which seemed to mark approval, burst from the throng at the back of tho hail. In another moment, indeed, tho Dutch¬ man's conrago might have saved mo, but tiierc was ono who marked the danger. Tire subdean, who had at first, only glow¬ ered at the speaker in rudo astonishment, DOW cut him short with a harsh question. “Ono moment, Master Dutchman!” ho cried. “Aro you ono of tlio heretics who C sU themselves Protestants? “lam. But I understand that there is here liberty of conscienco,” our friond an swored manfully, nothing daunted in liis fervor at finding the attack turned upon himself. “That depends upon the conscience,” the priest answered, with a scowl. “VVe wiil hilTe no Anabaptists here nor foreign praters to bring us into feud with our neighbors. It is enough that such men aa you ort) allowed to live. VVe will not bo bearded by you. So take warning! heed, I say, Master Dutchman, and bo si lent! 8 ’ he repeated, leaning forward and c i ap A pj ng ° his hand upon the table. on he d Master Lindstrou.'s sleeve, ■ wJm wou ;,i 0 f himself have persisted, and j 8taJd hira . “ft is cf no use,” I condemned muttered j -.That He dog will ia have a crochet his way!” lias There was a short debate between three judges, whUo in thecourt you might havo Ireard a pin drop. Master Lindstrom fi a d fallen back once more. I was alone . g .„, ■„ bo patting forth its mystic influence to infold me, when, looking up, I saw a tiny teadoss. iy* - jt- reft fined ffTjrs’ViiiSn uCivomcir —.tot rrr.rr.vrnv; «"o roof. It passed again, once, twice, thrice, I peered upward intently. It. was a swat low flying to and fro amid the carved work. Y, ; , a swallow, and straightway I for got tho judges, forgot the crowd. 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The Red Z is on the wrapper. J. H. Zeiiin & Co., Philadelphia. cusable to some extent in men who scuffle daily with tlio cares of life, whose brains need rest and recreation whon the hours of labor are past. Tlio rest which the tired brain demands is not merely a change of labor, but a change from labor to some tiling in which its powers lio al¬ most dormant, and this “some¬ thing” is usually found in light raiding and conversation. It was our privilege (?) not long since to hear a discussion betwoon'scnsible men of the very important and highly entertain¬ ing question ( ( Was it, ‘Mary had a little lamb ; or, ‘Lucy had a little lamb?’ 1 > The majority decided that Lucy was the pos¬ sessor of l ho fleecy and docile animal; this after an hour’s dis¬ cussion, through which several men and boys had listened with intense interest. The evilri resulting from loiter¬ ing around these places aro nu¬ merous. Among others, it aid* the destruction of the higher moral nature by cultivating the lower; the habit of staying away from home; and at the least, time is lost by it, against which we are warned by Frank¬ lin : . , “Do t thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of.” There is a strange fascination about the train which vve hav* never heard satisfactorily ex¬ plained. No one can deny that there is something grand, even .two inspiring about the locomo¬ tive. That it does possess at¬ tractive qualities is proven by the fact that, notwithstanding that trains have been running through Conyers for a number of years, there is a crowd of goodly size to witness tho passage of each one. We heard an anecdote about Con¬ yers a few days ago, which has perilaps been told about every small town along the line. An inquisitive gentleman was on the train, and had succeeded in a little time in worrying ev¬ erybody near him with ques¬ tions. Between Covington and this place lie called the conduct¬ or, and asked, “What’s the next station?” ‘ Conyers.” rcjdied the con¬ ductor. i ( Large place?” , ‘Sort o’.” • < < How many inhabitants?“ (l Oh, dunno; just wait till vou get there, and you’ll seg ’em ill at the depot.’’