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CHAPTER XXl.— (Continued.) None the less, I did presis him, inch by inch, driving him at each, new clash of the steel a little deeper into the gloom that crowded close upon the narrow circle of candle-light. He saw my object—to push him to unfamiliar ground where he might trip and stumble in the darkness —and he strove furiously to defeat it. Yet he had n« choice, and presently I had him among the empty wine-butts, foiling and parrying for his life. Here the end came quickly. Being entangled among the broached butts he had no room to play skillfully. So presently it chahced that he caught his point in the chine of a cask and his blade snapped short at the hilt. He snatched up the broken blade to fling and stick it javefilin-wise in my shoulder; and then I saw the dull gleam of the candle-light on the barrel of a pistol. Had he aimed the pistol at me, I trust I should still, have Igiven him his gentleman’s chance. But when I saw him level the weapon at my dear lady * * * they came in one and the same heartbeat; the sword-thrust that found his life and took it; the crash of the pistol-shot echoing' like a clap of thunder in the close vault, and pitchy darkness to draw its curtain over all. I know now how I reached her, pulling the broken sword-blade from ny shoulder as I ran; nor can I tell you how an upgushing spring of thankfulness choked me when I found her unharmed by the bullet which had snuffed .5- a the candle out. She was in a most piteous state, now it was all over; and though I charged it all where I supposed it should belong—to the account of a natural womanly passion to cling to something 'in her moment of weakness —yet the blood ran quick in my veins when she suffered me to lead her out of that dismal, smoking death-pit, she clinging to me the while so close that I could feel the warmth of her and the fluttering of her dear heart beneath my hand. She said no word, nor did I, till we were come above stairs. We found the rooms on the main floor deserted by all save the blacks, who were clearing away the debris of feast of leavetaking. In the hall we came upon bld Anthony, putting on the chain of the outer door. Here my lady drew apart from me. “Is my Lord gone?” she asked. “Yis, Missa. He say tell yo’ he gwine tek it mighty hawd yo’ no come ter gib hi mhe sti’up-cup.” “And my father?” “Gone to de lib’ry to wait fo’ Massa Pergarb in; yis, Missa.” She turned away, shuddering at this mention of the factor for whose coming the master would wait long and in vain, and I heard her murmur: ‘Oh, the horror of this night!” But in a'moment she came back to me, and wj? her cool, calm self again. “For that I am here, alive and well, I thank you, Captain Ireton. Need I say more?” I can not tell what was in the words tp make me hot with anger. But the new wound in my shoulder was bleeding freely, and I would not let her see I was hurt; and if aught will stanch a wound, ’tis anger. “You need not say so much,” I retorted, bowing low. “You have spoken now and then of certain duties binding upon those who are knotted up, ever so loosely, in the marriage bond; I have my part in these as well as you, Mistress Margery.” She bit her lip and was upon the edge of tears. When she spoke again it was to say: “This is your own house, Captain Ireton; what will you do?” “One puestion first, is Richard Jennifer safe?” “He is.” s “Then, by your good leave, I shall do what I came to do.” She bent her head in acquiescence. “You will find the —the person whom you wish to see in your old room in the north gable-. Shall I have Anthony light you up?” . “No; I can find the way.” My hand was oh the stair rail when the cruel irony of it struck me like a blow. She had planned the loosing of the bond-in—the very room where we had knelt to ra,ke the good father's blessing upon it. I stepped back, stumbled, I should say, for a curious weakness had upon me, and drew her arm in mine. “We will go together, if you please, my lady. 'Tis only just to me that you should hear what I must say to Father Matthieu." And so, dear heart! she bore with me to the last; and together we climbed the stair to come into the upper corridor with the room of destiny at its farther* end. We came as far as the door; I mind it perfectly, for I remember marking that the wooden bar my father had put upon it was gone, and the iron brackets a? well. But whilst I was groping for the latch there came a taste of blood In my mouth, and I heard my dear lady’s voice as if she were calling to me across the eternal abysses. “Monsieur John!—you are hurt!” And then, from a still remoter distance: “Oh, Father Matthieu—Dick! come, quickly! He is dying!” CHAPTER XXII. When I awoke I was lying In bed tn

my old room nt Appleby Hundred. The armored soldier was glowering down -upon me from his frame over the chimney piece; the great blackened clothespress loomed darkly in its corner; the show of curious china filled the shelves where my boyhood books had rested; and there .was the same faint smell of lavender inrthe bed linen Liat once had minded me of my: mother: Mistress Margery was sitting where I last remembered her. She was deep in the hollow of the great chair of Indian wickerwork; and the soft grayings of the evening sky was mirrored in her eyes. * 'Twas while I looked, minding no;the' eye-ache the effort cost, that she rose and came softly to the bedside. She said no word, but laid a cool palm on my forehead. Weak as I was the old love-madness of that other day came to thrill me at her touch, and I made as if I would take her hand and to my lips. “Nay, sir,” she said, with a swift return to sickroom discipline, “you must not stir; you have been sorely hurt.” “Aye," said I; “I do remember; ’twas in a 1 duel with one Francis Falconnet. Was it not yesterday that I. met him under the oaks in the wood field and got this pair of redhot pincers in my shoulder?” She turned away, and if I ever saw a tear there was one trembling in her eyelashes., “ 'Twas three full weeks ago,” she said. “And it was not in the wood field —'twas in the wine cellar. Never tell me you do not remember.” “I remember well enough,” I hastened to say. “But being here, and seeing you there in the great chair, carried me back to that other , time, making all the interval stand as a dream. Have I been ailing?” “You have been terribly near to death, Monsieur John; so near that Doctor Carew has twice given you over.” “No,” said I; “there was no fear of that. Death would not take me as a gift, Mistress Margery; I have tried him too often.” “Hush!” she said; “’tis an ill thing to jest about. Why should you want to die?” “Rather ask why I should choose to live. But this is beside the mark. You should have let me die, dear lady; but since you did not, we must e’en make the best of it.” She faced me with a smile that struggled with some deeper stirring of the- heart; I knew not what. “I must not let you talk of doleful things; indeed, I must not let you talk at all—’tis Doctor Carew’s order.” So saying, she smoothed the counterpane and straightened my pillows; and after giving me a great spoonful of some cordial that first set a pleasant glow alight in me and afterward made me drowsy, she took post again in the hollow of the big chair and was so sitting when I fell asleep. This day’s awakening was the first of many so neatly of a piece that I lost the count of them; and”sleep, deep and dreamless for the better part, 'stole away the hours till the memory bf that inch-by-inch return to health and strength is itself like the memory of the vaguest of dreams. CHAPTER XXIII. By times when I awoke it was the bluff Doctor Carew bending over me to dress my wound; at other times it was Margery come to tempt me with a bowl of broth other kickshaw from the kitchen. Now and again I awoke to find Scipio or old Anthony standing watch at my bedside; and once—rbut that was after I was up and in my clothes and able to sit and drowse’ in the great chair —I opened my eyes to find that my company was the master of the house. He was sitting as I had seen him s’t once before, behind a lighted candle at the little table with a parchment spread out under his bony hands. He was mumbling over the written words of it when I looked, but at my stirring he gave over and sat back in his chair to cross his thin legs and match his long fingers by the ends, and wink and blink at me as thoug’h he had but now discovered that he was not alone. “I give ye good even, Captain Ireton,” he said, finally, rasping the greeting out at me as it had been a curse. “I hope -ye’ve slept well.” I said I had, and thanked him, once for the wish, and again for his coming to see me. I know not how it was, but if there had been rancor in my former thoughts of him ’twas something abated now. “Ye’ve had a nearhand, escape this time, sir,” he said, after a longish pause. “One more or less of a good many since we were last met together in this room, Mr. Stair,” I would say. “That is as it may be; but my being here this second time a pensioner on y*ur bounty is by no good will of mine, I do assure you, sir.” He sat nodding at me as if I had said a thing to be mbst heartily agreed to. But his spoken word belied the nods. “The ways of Providence are inscrutable —something inscrutable, Captain Ireton. I make no doubt ye are sufficiently thankfu’ for all your mercies.” “Why, as to that, there may be two ways of looking at it As a soldier, I

may justly repine at a fate which ties me here when I should be in the field.” “Well said, sir; bravjly said; ’tis the part of a good soldier to be ay wanting to be in the thick o’ the fight But now that ye’re a man of substance. Captain Ireton, ye will be owing other debts to our country ‘than the one ye can pay with a hantie o’ steel.” “‘Our country,’ did you say, Mr. Stair?’- I asked, feigning a surprise which no one knowing him could feel in very truth. “And what for no? ’Tis the birthland of some—yours, for example, and the leal land of adoption for Others — your humble servant, to wit. I’ve taken the solemn oath of allegiance to the Congress, I’d have ye to know.” * “Have you take it one more time than you have forsworn it, Mr. Stair?” “Laugh and ye will,” he said, quite placably; “ye shall never laugh the peetriotism out o’ me. ’Tis little enough an old man can do, but the precious cause o’ liberty will never have to ask that little twice, Captain Ireton.” Since he would ever be on the winning side, this foreshadowed good tidings, indeed. So I would ask him straight what news there wqs. “Have they not told~ ye? ’Tis braw news,” he chuckled. “Whilst ye were on your back, General Greene led Lord Cornwallis a fine dance all across the prov—the state, I mean, crooking his finger at him and saying, ‘Come on, ye led-captain of a tyrant king, and when I’m ready I’ll turn and rend ye.’ And by the same token, that is just what he did the other day at Guilford Court House.”' “A victory?” I would ask. “Well, not precisely that, maybe; they’re calling it a drawn battle. But I’m thinking ’tis Lord Cornwallis that’s drawn. He’s off to Wilmington, they say, and I’m fain- to hope we’ve seen the last o’ him and his reaving redcoats in these parts.” His tfcords set me in a muse. I could never make out what he would be at, telling me all this. But he had an object, well-defined, and presently it showed its head. “Ye’re the laird o’ the manor, now, Captain Ireton, with none to gainsay ye,” he went on. “So I’ve come to give me an account o’ my stewardship. I made no. doubt, all along, ye’d come back to your own when ye’d had your fling wi’ the Old Worldies, and so I’ve kept tab o‘ the poor bit land for ye.” “Oh, you have?” said I, being so far out-brazened as to be incapable of saying more, i “I have that—every’ plack and bawbee. ’Tis ten years come Michaelmas since I took over the charge o’ Appleby Hundred, and I’m ready to' account to ye for every season's crop —whenye’ll pay down the bit steward’s fee.” “Truly,” said I; “youi are an honest man, Mr. Stair.” Then, to humor him to the top of his bent: “Haphazarding a guess, now; would this accounting leave a balance in my favor, or’in yours?” He gave me a look like that of a costermonger weighing and measuring’ the gullibility of his customer. “Oh, aye; I’m no saying there mightn’t be a bit siller coming to me; a few hundred pounds, more or lesssterling, man, sterling; not Scots,” he added, hastily. And then, as*if it were best to leave this nail as it was driven, he changed the subject abruptly-., “I’ve brought ye that last will and testaniient ye signed,” handing me the parchment “No doubt you’ll let it stand; but when the bairns come, ye’ll want to be adding a codicil or two.” (To be continued.) =' MARRYING EASY FOR THEM. Sioux Girls All Own Farms—Children Bring; IGO- Acres Apiece. In Gregory, S. D., I saw a brighteyed, hard-muscled, clean looking young fellow from lowa who had just returned from a honeymoon trip to Sioux Falls, with as neat a piece of red calico as you would find in a long day’s journey. . The girl was suspiciously close to the age limit fixed by the government, Nullard Bailey says in Everybody’s, but intelligence, good - humor and true womanly nature beamed from her button-bright eyes. I happened to follow this couple into a restaurant, and I took a seat near them. The girl was plainly dressed in a neat plum-colored traveling suit, and the only thing about her make-up that suggested the Indian was a pair of wide, beaded bracelets of striking color and design. The honeymoon pair talked low over the table, the girl looking proudly at her new husband while he ordered dinner, and when- he laid down the bill of fare her hand stole under it and pressed tightly upon his. She blushed a little, just as a white girl would have done, when a ranchman came in, slapped her husband on the back, and congratulated them both in the crude, prairie folk way. When the meal was served, she ate with her fork. And mind you, she was a fullblooded Sioux whose people were carving up white men only a few years ago and didn’t know a fork from a French hern. After they had gone out, the man who had congratulated them told me all about it. “She’s got as pretty a piece of government land as there is on White River,” £aid he; “good, rich gumbo. She’s a nice girl—been to school six or seven years, and she’ll make Charley a good wife. If they have as many as three children, he’ll get a whole section, counting hers, and that’s going to be worth $16,000 to $20,000 in ten years, the way land’s going up now.” No great wonder, is it, that so many young men of the prairies, who know pretty girls and good land when they see them, are fascinated by the tflackeyed Sioux maidens? . Poor Philistine. The Village Genius (impressively) —l’ve been a-workin’ on this here fly-in-machine fer i nigh on six years. New Neighbor—Gosh, but yer slow! Why, I once built a whole barn in three months— alone, too. —Puck. I

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