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Dally 6 Nights and Matinees, Commencing MONDAY WIGHT, JULY 30 The CUTTER STOCK CO. The Aristocrat of Reportolrw. Presenting the latent Metropolitan BocoeiMi, together with BIX VAUDEVILLE ACTS. Opening Bill, "A WIFE'S SACRIFICE." PRICES : 10, 20 and 30c. Ladles Free Monday Evening' Only, Accompanied by a 30 Cent Paid Admission. . , Seats on Sale at Westcott Pharmacy. v

4-4-4 4- 44 CITY ADVERTISEMENT. Department of Public Works. Office or the Board, Richmond, ina. To'Whom It. May Concern: Notice Is hereby given hi the Board of Public Works of UAe City of Richmond, ' Indiana, thay on the 20th--day of July, 1906 tby unani mously adopted Improvemnt Resolu tlon NfK-79..1906. Providing for the cofstructlon of cement sidewalks on tv south side 'of Main street from 2f nd street to 23rd street, to a unlaTtrm width of nine (9) feet. The Board of Pubi Works of said xlty.has fixed-Friday August 3rd. 1906 as a date upon hli remonstrances tnayibe filed or imted by persons 'lntfrPBf1 In. or alreeted by. said nroposed Improvement as above described, and on said day. at 10 o'clock 'A. M., sld Board will meet at its office for the purpose of taking final action thereon. Such action shall be final and conclusive upon all persons. JOS. S. ZELLER. JOHN F. DAVENPORT. WILLIAM II. ROSA. Board of Public Works. ljuly 26 CITY ADVERTISEMENT. Department of Public Works. Office of the Board. ' Richmond, I rid. ToWhom It May Concern: Notice-Is hereby'given by theAtoard of Public IWorks of the City of Rlchmond;Jndiana, that on the 2ta day of July, 4 191)6,. they unanimously adopted ' Improvement Resolution k. 80. 1906. Provfdlng ' for the Impsftvement ' of the first alley south ofMain street running! east and wesC from south 8th. street. west to the Arst alley run- . nlng? north and south fetween south 6th' and 7th streets, bf the construc- ; tlon " of a cement rpidway therein to the full wldt The 'Board ofVubllf Works of said city has fixed Trldly, August 3rd, 1906 a date uponYwmch remonstran ces may be filed bvlersons Interest ed In, or affected by, said proposed Improvement as above described, and on said day, at 10 o'clock A. M., said Board will meet at its office for the purpose of hearing and considering any remonstrances which may have been filed or presented, and for the purpose of taking final action thereon. Such action shall be final and Conclusive upon all persons. JOS. S. ZELLER.' JOHN F. DAVENPORT. WILLIAM II. ROSA. Board of Public Works. July 26 " ' ' THE NEW PHILLIPS VAUDEVILLE THEATER O. Q .MURRAY MANAGEf WEEK OF JULY 23rd. DAILY at 3 and 8:15 P. M. .' A MISS GRAYCE MILLER, Overture. B AL. LEONHARDT. Grotesque Juggling Comedian. C UENNINGS & RENFRO . . ... Tne Doys wnovsing tnem own songs; D CARL A HOO.MES 9f DH M High class musital no-felty. "THE. LITTLE hIsSAAS.' t BILLY TArN. The dancing ma r ccayton huifard. Illustrated Songs G BILLY ARNOLD & GARDNER LI DA. In acomedy sketch, "The Minstrels." Introducing LIda Gardner, the clever male impersonator as "The , Bowery Swell." H THE PHILOSCOPE. "Three Cent Leak," "Smoke and Soot," Wig Chase." GENNETT THEATRE VAUDEVILLE. IRA SWISHER. Manager. WEEK OF JULY 23rd. J Dally 3, 8 and 9:20 p. m. ' PROF. GU3 FREDERICKS Overture. FAY, CO LEY & JAY. Minstrels. KARL LAMBE The worlds The Worlds personator. female Female ImHjCKEY & NEL Eccentric Com eir laugh ing success "T Tangled ERNEST RENK. Illustrated Son e of My Life"I'll be Waltin he Gloaming Geneviece." BERTIE HERRO The Minstrel Late Star of Ned Wayburn's CAMPBELL AND nstrel Misses. RADY. A Novelty Act Consisting . of. Club Juggling, Dancing and&ove!ty Jug gling. THE GENOSCOPE. - m a . J ... 1 mill- a t a a . yieuai - rmuaruiBiB , a tamers; Honors jyttre Lost my Collar Button. ' ' - ,r

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4F 4-4-IRA SWISHER. Lessee anl Manager f-rfr AT THE THEATERS Stock Company at Gennett. Much interest is being aroused by the announcement that the Cutter Stock Company will appear at the Gennett all next week, replacing vaudeville. On Monday evening this company will present 'A Wife's Sacrifice," and between the acts six high grade vaudeville acts will be given, the vaudeville acts to be changed on succeeding nights. Ladies will be admitted free Monday night, when accomptnled by one paid ticket. Popu lar prices will prevail and the plat will be at the Westcott Pharmacy. Vaudeville at the Phillips. Indications are that Friday night Nvill see an unusually large crowd at the New Phillips to see the enlarged ill, owing to the' fact that considerJENNINGS AND RENFROW. At the New Phillips. able time will be given over, to the amateurs, several local people in this class having volunteered to make their appearance. The bill this week averages up well and affords -a pleasing variety as there is grotesque comedy juggling, songs in blackface, a high class musical novelty, fancy dancing by a male performer, a comedy sketch, illustrated songs and the motion pictures. Arnold and Gardner, with their comedy sketch, 'The Minstrels," are proving one of the very strong parts of the program. Vaudeville at the Gennett. In the opinion of many people the Gennett never had a better vaudeville bill than is being put on there this week and every lover of vaudeville ought to see it Karl Lambert, female impersonator, has made a decided hit and is one of the best in this line. His deception is so clever that many are really deceived until his wig is taken on" at the close of the act, revealing an almost bald head, for Mr. Lambert has no more hair than the law allows. Hickey and Nelson, eccentric comiques, continue to delight and no more fitting title for their act could be secured than 'Twisted and Tangled." Fay, Coley and Fay, who appear in a minstrel role, recently made a big hit at the "Grand at Indianapolis. CITY ADVERTISEMENT. Department of Public Works. Office of the Board. Richmond. Ind. NOTICE TO CONTRACTORS. Notice is hereby given by " the Board of Public Works of the City proposals will be received by it. at its office, at the hour of 10 o'cloc A. M., on Wednesday August 8th, 190j for the following described public i provements in the City of Richmo as authorized by the Improvemit Resolutions named: Improvement Resolution Number 62. Providing for the improvemedr! of North 15th street, by grading, gjhveling and bouldering the road wajj from North "H" street to the Whitfvater river. All work done in the m ing of said described public impro ments. shall be in accordance the t ms and conditions of the Improven nt Rese detail specifiolutlons, as numbered, and plans, profiles, . drawings a cations which are on file and may be seen In the office of id Board of Richof Public Works of the Ci mond. . The bidders, In submitti proposals ublic imto make said described provements, must accompr y each bid e sum of faith that with a certified check n $100, as evidence of good the successful bidders will execute. n''lthin ten days from the acceptance ui yiuiju&iwa, tuuimiis uuu uuiius uiIsfactory to the said Board to do the work of making said improvements. A failure of the successful bidders to enter into such contracts and bonds upon the acceptance of such propsals will forfeit the checks and the sums of money payable thereon to the city as agreed and liquidated damages for each failure. The Board of Public Works reserves the right to reject any or all bills. JOS. S. ZELLER. JOHN F. DAVENPORT. r WILLIAM H. ROSA. v i Board oCPublic Wicks. --July26 and Aug

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Copyright. 1003. by CHAPTER Xi . "TTVIE word for tonight 1j II 'Broughton,' " the innkeeper whispered, then took her j horse by the bridle and led him down the street. The girl became j aware that the town was alive witn j unseen men, for at every corner the innkeeper breathed the word "Broughton" to some one who had challenged his progress. She realized then that Cromwell bad surrounded Armstrong with a ring of flesh, a living clasp, as Ler own wrist had been circled earlier in the night. At last they came suddenly from the shadow of the houses into the open country, and the night seemed lighter. "Straight on for about a league," said the innkeeper. "You will be challenged by a sentinel before you reach the castle, and he will lead you there. Remember that the word, going and returning, is 'Broughton.' " In tspite of herself the girl experienced that exhilaration which comes of the air, the freshness of the country and the movement of a spirited horse. Through the night she galloped until her horse suddenly placed his fore feet rigid and came to a stop so abrupt that the shock nearly unseated her. "Who goes?" came the sharp challenge from under the trees that overshadowed the highway. "Broughton," she answered automatically. "Are tou the woman from Banbury?" "Yes." "This is Broughton castle. I will lead your horse." They descended a slight depression and came to a drawbridge, passed under an arch in the wall,' then across a level lawn, on the farther side of which stood the broad eastern front of the castle with its numerous mullioned windows, a mysterious half light in the horizon playing on the blank panes, which recalled the staring open eyes of a blind man. The house seemed high and somber, with no sign of light within. The sentinel beat against the door, and it was opened at once. Muffled as had been the knocking on the oak, it awoko the alert general, for when Frances bad dismounted and followed her guide into the ample hall INSTANTLY HIS FINGERS romwell stood at the head of the stair, candle in his hand. . "Come up." he commanded, and as she ascended the stair cried impatient ly, "Well!" "There is the king's commission, she said quietly, presenting the document to him. He took it without a word, turned and entered the room, she following him. He placed the candle on a table, did not take the time to untie the silken cord that bound the royal communication, but ripped it asunder and spread open the crinkling parchment, holding it up to the light. He read it through to the end, then,' casting it cpntemptuously on the table, said: "Wench, you have done well. Would you were a man." "The pardon for my brother, sir, if it please you." "It is ready, and the commission as captain also. You see I trusted you.". "So did another, and through his faith b.e now lies undone in Banbury." "You have not killed him?" cried Cromwell sharply, looking with something almost like alarm at the uncanny apparition. AH beauty had deserted her, and her face seemed pinched and small, white as the parchment on the table, and rendered unearthly in it3 hue by the mass of cavern black hair. "Killed him? No! But I have killed his faith in woman, cozened him, lied to him, robbed him, to bny from you, with the name of your Maker on your lips, a life that you know was not forfeited, but which you had-the power to destroy . "Ah, yes, yes, yes! I remember your tongue of old, but it may wag harmless now, for all of me. His life was forfeited. Aye, and this Scot's as welL But no matter now." He threw before her the pardon for her brother ' and his commission as captain, then strode out of the room to the head of" the stair agaia. and ahe

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Aufhor of "Jtnni Hajrttr. neard nis strenuous voice: "Ride at once to the commandant at Banbury. Tell him the Scot goes free. Tell him to send word north and see that he is not molested, but should he turn In his tracks and attempt to reach Oxford again, hold him and send word to me." Yes. excellency," "Send up a stoup of wine." He waited at the stair head until the wine was brought, then took it into the room and placed it on the table before her. "Drink," he said. 'I cannot," she cried. "Drink!" he roared, bringing his clinched fist down on the oaken table with a force that made the very room quiver. The word had all the brutal coarseness of an oath, and it beatdowu her weak resolution as the storm levels the sapling. She drank deep, then let the flagon drop, raised her bands to het face and burst into a helpless wail of weeping. "There, there," he said in tones nol unkindly, "do not distress yourself. You are a brave wench, and the wine ill do you good, though you take it as it were a leech's draft. Y'ou will rest here in Broughton." "No, no!" sobbed the girl. "I must at once to Banbury. Give me, I beg of you, a pass for my servant to the county of Durham. I would send him on to my brother without delay, so thai your release may reach him as soon as may be." "But you you do not purpose traveling farther with this Scot?" "I have done the crime. I must nol shirk the punishment." "Tut, tut! This is woman's talk. There is no punishment. He dare not place a hand on you.. You may have an escort of twenty men, who will see you safe for all the Scots that ever depredated their neighbors." "My punishment will take the shape of no Larshness from him. It will come to me when I see his face, knowing me a thief in the eight This punishment Is with me now and will be with me always." "Woman, I do not like your bearing, touching what you have done. You did your duty by your country, God aiding you. Neither do I like your attitude CLOSED UPON HER WRIST. toward this meddler in affairs of state. What is your relationship to him 7" "Merely that of the highwayman toward his victim." "Sharp words again, hollow sounding brass and tinkline of cymbals. I ask you if there has been any foolish talk between you?" "If 'twas so, 'tis not an affair of state, and I shall follow the example of General Cromwell and allow no meddlers in it." A wry smile came to the lips of her questioner, and he remarked dryly: "I told you the wine would do you good." He sat down by the table and wrote the pass for John, the servant, tying the .three papers together with the discarded silk cord that had wrapped the parchment of the king. Giving her the package, he accompanied her to the head of the stair and stood there while she descended. She completed her descent, passed outside without looking back and mounted the horse, which a soldier was holding for her. The birds were twittering in the trees, and the still water of the moat lay like molten silver in the new light She rode up the acclivity, then galloped for Banbury, reaching the town before any one was astir. The streets were entirely deserted. Cromwell's command having cleared them, and the invisible guards of a few hours before, whom the magic password stilled, se&ned as nonexistent as if they had been phantoms of a vision. The sleepy innkeeper received the horse, and she crept up the stair of old John's room and knocked upon it until he responded. She gave him his pass and the two documents for her brother and told him to set off for Durham as 'soon as te got his breakfast making what haste he could to Warburton park. He was to tell her brother that she was well and would fellow shortly. Inea-sherwent te-her own-room, threw

nerseir on tne bed. oressed as stxe was. and. certain she would never enjoy Innocent sleep again, slept instantly.

CHAPTER XXVI. William Armstrong awoke he thought he had erslept himself, for the trampling of horses sounded in the paved courtyard below. His window overlooked the stable yard, and he recognized the mumble of the hostler who aadl assisted him yesterday. He lay still, half drowsed, the mattress most alluring to him, when suddenly he was startled wide awake by a voice he knew. , "Then I turn to the left for Broughton?" "Yes, sir," muttered the hostler. Armstrong leaped from his bed placed his eye at the chink in the shutters and peered down into the stable yard. The voice had not misled him Ie Courcy, sitting on a horse, was just gathering up the reins and departing. The Scot lost no time in pulling on his boots, pushing aside the bed. unbolting the door and making his way down the stair. What did this gayly plumaged bird of ill omen here iu the country of the parliament when his place was beside the king? Was there treachery afoot? It looked like it. Once outside he saw it was still early, with the sun scarcely risen. He accosted the yawning hostler. "Who was that man you were directing to Broughton?" "I don't know, sir." "When did he arrive?" "Last night, sir, after dark." "Did he stop in this house?" "Yes, sir. 1 thought he was a friend of yours, for he knew your horse when I was putting up his own. He asked if you were here, and I told him you were in the room over the yard." "What is Broughton a hamlet?" "It is a castle, sir. Lord Say's castle, about three miles from here. General Cromwell is there now. It is his headquarters in this district." The young man stood stock still, his eyes gazing into vacancy. What traffic had this king's chamberlain with Cromwell? How 'dared he come, within the parliamentary lines undisguised unless unless Like Inspiration the whole situation flashed upon him. De Courcy knew the burden he carried and had seen where it was placed. He was on his way to sell his secret and set the troops on the track of the messenger. He must be off at once and outride the traitor. Before De Courcy had gone his three miles he would have traversed a dozen, and from then on it would be a race to the Scottish border. "Is my horse fed?" "Yes, sir." "Get him out at once, I will arouse the others." He took three steps toward the inn, then stopped as if shot, his hand clutching his breast. "By heavens, he's got the thing itself! Robbed, as I'm a sinner!" Now the disturbance in the night stood out clear in his memory, but he wasted not a thought over it. In upon the astonished hostler he swept. "Never mind the saddle, fellow. Spring up behind me and show me the road to Broughton. Up, I say. The horse can carry a dozen like us. Here are two gold pieces for you. Guidance and a still tongue in your head are what I want." Armstrong grasped the two pistols from the bolsters, flung the hesitating hostler upon the animal's back and leaped up in front of him. "Which way, which way, which way?" "Straight down the street, sir," gasped the terrified man, clasping the rider round the waist. "Now to the right sir, and next to the left. That's It sir. Up the hill. Ah, there's your man, jogging on ahead, leisurely enough, If it's him you seek." "Right! Slip off; I can't stop!" De Courcy, riding easily, as the man had said, wholly . unsuspicious of pursuit or any reason for it had disappeared into a hollow when Bruce, like a thundercloud, came over the crest and charged down upon him with the irresistible force of a troop of dragoons. The Frenchman, bearing . too late the rumble of the hoofs, partly turned his horse across the road, the worst movement he could have made, for Bruce, with a war neigh, came breast on, maddened with the delight of battle, and whirled opposing horse and rider over and over like a cart wheel flung along the road from the hand of a smith. De Courcy lay partly stunned at the roadside, while his frightened steed staggered to its feet, leaped the hedge, with a scream of fear, and scampered across the field to its farthest extremity. Armstrong swung himself to the ground with a quieting word to Bruce, who stood still, panting and watching every movement of his master. A pistol In each hand, Armstrong strode over to his victim. "You halter dog, traitor and scullion, give me the king's commission." "Sir, you have killed me," moaned De Courcy faintly. "You bribed thief, the rope is your end. You'll take no scath through honorable warfare. Disgorge!" . De Courcy, vaguely wondering how the other knew he carried it drew from within his torn doublet the second commission signed by the king and handed it up, with a groan, to the conqueror. As it was an exact duplicate of the one he had lost, even to the silken cord, the honest Scot had not the slightest doubt he had come by his own again, and the prone man was equally convinced that some one had betrayed to Armstrong his secret mission, yet for the life of him could not guess how this were possible. The young man placed the document where its predecessor had been, then said to bis victim: "Had I a rope and a hangman with me you would end your life on yonder tree. When first I learned your character you were in some danger from my sword; a moment since yon stood in jeopardy from my pistols. Beware our third meeting, for if you cross my path again I will strangle you with my naked hands if need be." De Courcy made no rep!yv He realized that this was not a time for controversy. A standing run well armed Las manifest advantages' ever an enemy braised and on the ground, and some thought of this came to the mind of the generous victor now that his anger 'was-cooling. So, whistling to

ms noise, ne sprang on nis oacc auo rode to Banbury at a slower pace than he had traversed the same highway some minutes before. "Rub down my horse well while I am at breakfast," paid Armstrong to the hostler, and, receiving every assurance that the beast should get earnest attention, he went to the inn and there found Frances awaiting him.

i "Ah. my girl," he cried, "you have ' not slept well. I can see that at once. This will not do, never do at all. But you are certainly looking better this morning than you did last night. Is i that not so?" "You are lookinp very well," she said, avoiding his question. "Oh, I've had a morning gallop already." , "What! With the ride to Scotland still before you. Is not a merciful man merciful to his horse?" "He should be. but I may say this for Bruce he enjoyed the ride quite as much as I did. And now I am ravenous for breakfast and eager for the road again." He tinkled a little hand bell that rested on the table. The servant answered the tinkling bell, and Frances busied herself acting the housewife. She was convinced that he had as yet no knowledge of his loss and wondered when and where such knowledge would come to him. She hoped the enlightenment would be delayed until they were near the Scottish line or across it. Then she must tell him the truth at whatever cost tc herself and persuade him. if she could, not to return. When she made her confession she would be in a position to relate all Cromwell had said to her? show him that the general had given orders which would block any backward move and reveal his determination to hang the Scot should he entangle himself further with English polltics. Yet she had the gravest doubts that these dangers would influence him. These reflections troubled her until the time they were on their horses once more, when Armstrong interrupted them by crying out: "Where's old John?" "I sent him on ahead long since," replied Frances. "Good! We shall soon overtake him. Goodby!" he cried to the hostler, the one who had set him on the way ia the attack on De Courcy. "Good luck to you and your fair lady, sir," replied the old man, raising his cap in salute. "Why are you so friendly with the. man?" asked Frances. "Oh, the hostler knows much aboutme," said Armstrong. "He sees secret comings and goings and draws his sage conclusions. Banbury! O Lord, I shall never forget Banbury! It is a place of mystery, the keeper of dark secrets and sudden rides, of midnight theft and of treachery. Ask the Broughton road, where Cromwell lies, to reveal what it knows. Things happen along that track which the king knows nothing of, and his royal signature takes 'journeys that he never counted upon." "Heaven's pity! What do you mean?" moaned the girl, whitening to the lips. He laughed joyously, but checked himself when he saw the terrifying effect of his words on his companion. They were now clear of Banbury and trotting along the Coventry road. Their departure had met with no opposition, and they had seen not even a single soldier. The open country lay before them, the turrets of the town sinking in the rear. "My foolish words have frightened you. Forget them! I am accumulating experiences that will Interest you to hear when the time comes for the telling of them, but of one thing I am assured, the good Lord stands by his own, and he has shielded me since yesterday morning broke. Come, Frances, let us gallop. That and a trust in the Lord will remedy all the ills of man or woman." I She was glad of the respite, angl they set off at full speed. Nevertheless her mind was sorely troubled. "What did he know, what did he know?" beat through her brain In unison with the clatter of the horses' hoofs. It was not possible that chance bad brought him thus to the very center of her guilty secret Cromwell, treachery, midnight stealth, the Broughton road these words and phrases tortured her. Was this, then, the line of his revenge? Did he know all, and did be purpose to keep her thus in suspense, hinting, soothing her fears, then reviving them, making her black crime the subject of jest and laughter? She cast a glance over her shoulder. Banbury had disappeared; they were alone, flying over the land. The doubt was unbearable; she would endure it no longer. Impetuously she reined her horse to a stand. "Stop!" she cried, and at the word her own horse and Bruce halted and stood. The young man turned with alarm to her agitated face. "What do you mean by your talk of Broughton and Cromwell?" - "Oh, that is a secret! I did not intend to tell you until our journey was ended, when we could laugh over it together." I "It is no laughing matter. I must know what you mean." "All dangers are laughable once they are past. An unknown, unsuspected danger threatened me at Banbury. It is now past and done with, and the person who plotted against me can harm 'me no more. There are reasons why I do not wish to mention this person's name. Barring that, I may tell you now as well as another time, if you care to listen." "Tell me the story, and I will tell you the name of the thief," said Frances. "You slept badly last night. Did you hear anything?" " "I I I heard the clock strike tLe hours." "I heard it strike three, but lay so locked in drowsiness that I knew not the Lord was calling to me. If the Seven Sleepers were melted into one, I would outsleep that one. Well, to get on, I was robbed in the night It must have been at that hour, for I remember dimly some sort of disturbance. But Providence stood my friend. By the merest chance, it might seem, but not by chance, as I believe, I saw the creature make for Broughton. 'So, here's for Broughton,' cried I, 'on the back of Bruce, and see if my good pistols would win back what bad been stolen from me.' The Broughton road it was, and the pistols did the business." Saying this, he whisked from his pocket the king's commission, waving it triumphantly aloft Her wide eyes drank lniae aaisiJTat-sasAt of it slowly-brim.-

rning with superstitious fear, and then she asked a duplicate of the question that had been asked of her a few hours before. "Did you kill Cromwell V "Cromwell! I never saw him. "Oh. I am going mad! Who Is tc thief? Who is the thief 7' "De Courcy, if you must know. Why does this trivial matter so disturb youT De Courcy followed us from Oxford last night and was lodged at our inn. By some means he penetrated into my room, stole this from me, and I never missed it until I sojshim ride for Broughton. and. not evn then, to tell the exact truth. But I remembered that be bad seen me place this paper in the Inside pocket' of my vest, in the king's own presence, and then the whole plot came to me. Before he saw Broughton, Bruce and I were down upon him like a highland storm on the lowland.' "This is not the king's commission, she said. "Oh, but it is!" "It is not. Have you read It? "No, but that's soon done." . He untied the cord and unfolded the sheepskin. She leaned eagerly forward and scanned the writing, while Armstrong read it aloud. "You see." he cried gleefully. Of course it is the commission. There are the names of Traquair and all the rest just as I gave them to the secretary, and there is 'Charles Rex' in the king's own hand." "It Is a duplicate. Cromwell has the original. You never left De Courcy, alive within a mile of Broughton castle?" "I did that very thing. Not as lively as I have seen him, yet alive nevertheless." "Then ride, ride for the north. Wo have stood too long chattering here." "All In good time, Frances. There is no more hurry than ever there was; less, indeed, for it seems to me that Cromwell, for some reason, wants to come at this by fraud and not by force. But now that De Courcy's name la mentioned between us. I ask you what you know against him more than X have told you?" "Against him? I know everything against him. Would that you bad killed him. He would sell his' soul. If he has one. He robbed my dying father, and on the day of his death, when I was the only one in London who did not know he was executed, De Coqcy, lured me to his apartments at Whitehall under pretense of leading me to the king that I might plead for my father's life. There he attempted to entrap me, snapped in my hand the sword which I had clutched from the wall to defend myself, and. I struck him twice in the face and blinded him with his own false blood and so escaped. Judge, then, my fear when I saw him there at Oxford." "The truth! The truth! At last the truth!" shouted Armstrong, as if a weight had fallen from his shoulders. "The truth hss a ring like honest steel and cannot be mistaken when once you hear It He lied to me about you" in Oxford, and I called him liar and would have proven it on him but that he told me you were in danger. I should have killed the whelp this morning but that he could not defend himself." "The truth! Yes, but only part of It He did not rob you last night. I robbed you. I stole into your room and robbed you. I carried the original of that document to Cromwell himself, and It is now In his hands. It was the price of my brother's life. My brother was set on your track by Cromwell, and. being wounded, I took up his task. Do you understand? That was my mission to Oxford to delude you, to rob you, and I have done it" "You are saying that to shield some one." "Look. William Armstrong! For two hours and more last night you held mo by the wrist There is the bracelet with which ,'you presented me black proof of the black guilt I confess to you." - She held her hand aloft, and the sleeve fell awsy from the white and rounded arm, marred only by the dark: circles where his fingers had pressed. "Do you say I did that?" "Yes. It still you do not believe me, measure your fingers with the shadow ' they have cast." She reached out her hand to him, and he took it in his left, stroking tho bruised wrist with his right, but looking into her eyes all the while. "Frances, is it this secret that stood between us?" - -Yes." , "Is this all that stood between us?" s "Alii Is It not enough? All! It Is mountain of sin that bears me to the very ground." He laughed very quietly, fondling her hand. "Bless me, - how little you know! What is quarreling king or rebellious

country to me compared wun joui io wonder my besting heart did not awaken me with your band upon it for It was co-consplrator with yon and wholly your own. Heaven mend my broken patriotism! but if you bad asked mo I would have ridden myself to Cromwell with the king's signature." "Do you can you forgive me, then? "Forgive you? You are the. bra vest lass in ail the land," and with that before she was aware or could ward off his attack, if she had wished to do so, he reached impulsively forward, caught her off her horse and held her In his arms as if she were a child, kissing her wounded wrist her eyes, her hair, her Hps. - "And now, do yon forgive Frances?" 1 "Oh, willingly, willingly! for trespass. 'As we forgive trespass against us.' But set my horse again, I beg of you "I can hardly believe you ret" ' (Continued Tomorrc If you are tired. , sick and cannot eat a tonic. Try Bee 50c and Wine r Bottie M I nnlnlev Court House Pharmacy A healthy man is a king in his own right; an unhealthy man Is an unhappy slave. Burdock Blood Bitten builds up Bound kalth keeps, eou welLjv1

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