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J n""""" f"mm -mmmmmmmmmmmmm naaa immmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmMmiamM liMMMaMiiMiiiiM.MMMaMliM r " mm, ill,,,, nimni ( , ,,1,Mr,llllil,,..ll,n.Mi nr, ijir i , , , nn , ,., , ,-.., .,., -n - , , rl - ,, ,,,, . ,MMm,t-I, OXFORD PUBLIC LEDGER, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 22, 1907. 1 ill lvalue Comedy By THOSPSO.N BUCHANAN Copyright, 1304, by Harper & Brothers (Continued from last xresk.) . Insr, the big door opened, and Sir John Wilmerding stepped quickly in. One glance showed all. Hate gave hira wit. Springing to May Percy's side, he seized the girl and whipped out his short hunting knife. Raising it, he cried: Come back, you spy, or I'll stab her!" 0 CHAPTER XIV. I AREFULLY St. Croix stepped back into the room. - 'No, no! Go on, Gaston!" exclaimed Mistress Percy hys terically. But instead he 'closed the panel alter him with elaborate atten tion, then turned and bowsd deeply to h'ir John. "Monsieur has the advantage," sneer ed the Frenchman, "for he fights with weapons which are impossible for a gentleman to use." And, saying this, the man thus brought suddenly bacT to face a degrading death shrugged his shoulders and strolled to the whi tlow, where he stood drumming his lingers on the sill and straining his eyes against a murky outside through blue stained class. Sir John released the girl and put up his knife. "I would thank Mistress Percy," he said,, "for her valuable assistance in preventing the escape of so desperate a ruffian. But your father would like to see you. Will you go to him?" He might have been a reptile, the girl drew back from him with such loathing, wiping her arm hard, as though his mere touch had defiled it. Without even a look for reply, she walked over and leaned against the mantel, a beautiful picture of col lapsed defeat. "As you will," sniffed Sir John, and, jaunty now in spite of his bandaged throat and generally dilapidated ap pearance, he strode over to the panel to block up the only remaining way of escape. But, try as he might, the Englishman could not find the secret spring. All over the panel he fumbled, poking this way and that at every suspicious knob and smooth place, but still the secret point eluded his hardest efforts. From the window St. Croix watched him. To the Frenchman, defeated now at every turn, with his last card of luck played out, it was the time for utter despair. Dejectedly he turned from Sir John and started toward the chair beside the table near the center of the room. As he moved he thrust one hand carelessly into the pocket of . his coat the coat once worn by Jacques Fourney, the spy. May Percy, watching his face as only a loving woman watches, caught the sudden lightning look of joy that flashed upon it and was as quickly gone. With his eyes he told her to come to him. and, understanding, she began to glide slowly, cautiously to ward the chair. Sir John, fumbling at the panel, saw none of the byplay. The Frenchman was directly behind him now, still moving toward the chair. "I hope his wound does not trouble monsieur extremely." ventxred St. Croix over his right shoulder as he e lged away. By this time the girl was cfose to him. ''Ah. mademoiselle," he exclaimed aloud, "you have dropped your hand kerchiefpermit me." Then, as their hinds met over the dainty bit of lace, the girl felt her fingers pressed with sudden ardor. '"Trust me," he whispered low, and tn a moment was away, bowing with mere politeness. Still, Sir John, angrj at being bafiied, struggled desperately with the panel. Now the Frenchman was turned that way. "Yes," he said. "I tried only to' dis arm monsieur, but he was violent, and," with his inimitable shm.g, "I was forced to wound him slightly." The prisoner's tone expressed just a pass ing regret at having been compelled to perform a small, disagreeable duty. "Lying comes easy to Frenchmen," blurted Sir John at the panel. "And one must lie to catch a liar," retorted the other, "but eh bien! aa the French say I'm glad the little comedy is played out." The Englishman looked surprised. "Comedy played out?" he sneered, with British candor. "Not till you're hanged." "I spoke of this comedy," said Du barre, smiling with quiet amusement, sure in the consciousness of something yet to come. Sir John turned toward him, puzzled now. "I don't see that you have cause foi laughter." "Sir John does not see everything," answered the old dancing master gen tly, "but it is just, as I have said." He unbuttoned his coat, took from the in side pocket the newspaper containing the story about "French Percy," and held it toward Sir John. "Will monsieur read? Possibly this may explain many things." Wilmerding came over quickly ta take the paper. He stood beside the table on the Frenchman's right to read It. May Percy, eager, anxious, had stolen to his other side. As Sir John read, her eyes questioned her lover's, . but his quick smile of encouragement told her only to be brave and wait. Sir John looked up from his reading. "Good! Good!" he cried. "We Eng lish can always fool you dull French spies. The government is awake." "And, as uuul, VrLeii awake it play ed the fool," broke in the Frenchman bitterly. "This, now" He took the paper from SirJohn. "'It is safe to wager that "French -Percy" will fail in this, his last desperate undertaking, or, if he should get to the castle, will cer tainly be captured. The place is now being watched.' " The reader cast the paper down angrily. "Fools! Idiots! That's what spoiled it." "Spoiled it?" questioned Sir John. "Yes," blurted Dubarre, angry now clear through, "spoiled it, I said. Send a man down here to watch, then pub lish stuff." "What's this? What do you mean?" interrupted the slower Englishman, while even Mistress Percy began to show some signs of uneasiness. "Mean?" ejaculated Dubarre. "I mean that while I fooled with a coun try bumpkin over his pastoral love af fair because of this paper 'French Per cy' slipped through my fingers." Sir John fell back to gaze at him in angry, blank amazement. " 'French Percy' gone!" he blustered. "All know you are the renegade himself." The other had recovered his temper by this time. Now he shrugged his shoulders. "Only when it pleased me. I'm no more 'French Percy' than I am Gaston Dubarre." And with his old mocking laugh he looked at the two astonished faces before him. May Percy fell away from him with a little cry of horror. "Who? What?" was all Sir John could mutter stupidly. The self confessed stranger drew himself up and bowed to them both deeply. "Jacques Fourney, the gov ernment's private emissary, at your service," he said. "Jacques Fourney! Wellington's spy? Stuff!" cried Sir John. Mistress Percy looked for a moment at the Frenchman, fright and amaze ment in her eyes, then sank into the chair and buried her face in her arms upon the table. The acknowledged spy appeared nettled. He drew a small case out of his coat pocket and extract ed therefrom a bit of oiled paper, which he spread out and offered to the Eng lishman. "Read this, sir, and change your mind." Then as Sir John glanced at it he added aloud, "Mistress Percy might like to hear." The girl who had rested in the man's arms so few minutes before heard Sir John read of her lover: This is to certify that the bearer, Jacques Fourney, is a faithful, loyal and highly efficient officer in the British serv ice. All soldiers and loyal subjects to whom he may appeal are hereby com manded to do everything in their power to aid him in whatever way he may de sire, especially in the matter of the cap ture of the notorious outlaw and spy "French Percy." This order is to be con sidered a pass through all lines and is to serve as a requisition in case anything is needed by the bearer. All soldiers will see that it is duly honored. It will be shown only in case of grave necessity. WELLINGTON, General Commanding. Up and down, back and forth, before the door of the waiting chamber paced Captain Thorncliffe and Sir Henry Percy, laboring in earnest argument. "You, Captain Thorncliffe, you have fought the French, you have bled for England, yet jou give such counsel. I cannot understand it." Captain Thorncliffe dropped his hand with 'light touch on the old baronet's arm before replying seriously: "And believe me, Sir Henry, that is the very reason I advise you to permit his es cape. The fighters are not the haters, Sir Henry." The older one shook off the restrain ing hand angrily. "But," he protested, "this man hum bled you and the British arms in out rageous fashion. Do you forget the stealing of the headquarters papers that early morning in the Spanish pass?" On the instant flashed back the sol dier's question, "When came it the part of an English gentleman to bear mallei against a gallant enemy?" Sir Henry's face grew hard at the re buke. His hands began to clinch and unclinch rapidly. He was working fast into a characteristic rage. "Your duty, Captain Thorncliffe" "Will be in nowise evaded by letting this man go," broke in the soldier. "He is counted one of the dangerous men in the French army." "He is your cousin, a brave gentle man, here on private business and practically your guest," was the retort. "He is an enemy to England, the minion of the Corsican spawn and practically a spy. Don't presume to teach me my duty, sir," roared the head of the Percys, advancing with threatening fist upon the soldier. But the man who had stood before the French Percy's SAVord did not fear the English one's anger. Instead calm, contemptuous, accusing he faced the old man down. "Your cousin disclosed himself to de fend your daughter's honor, Sir Henry Percy', and, that done, he fought no more, though he might easily have got away. You seem to have forgotten that." ' Sir Henry stood silent, overwhelmed with argument, too angry for coherent speech. With increase of the Percy stubbornness Thorncliffe's temper had been rising steadily; but now, fighting hard, he kept sufficient self control to resume his quiet, convincing argument. He knew that behind that door he guarded two men, his friends, enemies to the death, faced each other before the woman they both loved. The door of heavy oak let through no sound. What was going forward within he could but surmise, only he knew there would be a tragedy should Sir Henry in his present mood cross the threshold or any one from within come forth. And so for the life of a brave enemy he had come to love the gallant Eng-' lish gentleman fought hard with his friends. , JSir Henry" the question came forth stiiap iiiu. ii oLuel Latapie were not in-lave with 3-our daughter would you wish to see him meet a felon's end?" That shot struck home. The father's eyes opened wide. "By my soul, Captain Thorncliffe, you take strange liberties!" The soldier diplomat went on, un heeding the interruption: "And yet he is a brave gentleman and asked you for her fairly." "Sir, I'll How do you know that?" roared Sir Henry, taken quite off his guard. Thorncliffe tried hard not to show his triumph. "Because," he said simply, "Latapie is a French officer and a Percy. Be sides a man does not often throw away his life needlessly for a woman he does not love. And and" as he said this the pleader watched the old baronet carefully "she loves him much, Sir Henry." Mistress Percy's father fairly ex ploded in rage and sorrow. "What! What! My daughter my little May marry a Frenchman, a Johnny Crepaud, a frog eater! Yes yes that is what the scoundrel ' asked me. I'll own up, Thorncliffe. I had decided to allow him -to escape because because he is such a gallant rascal, and and" with a burst of family pride "after all, he is a Percy. You can't hurt the old stock, Thorncliffe, even with the weakening strain of the French blood. But marry May my little May take my only child over the water! Not that, Thorncliffe, not that. No one could ask that." The stem old voice trembled and broke. A lump in his own throat, the soldier ventured to put his hand again, this time almost affectionately, , on the shoulder of the cider man. "But why, old friend," he questioned gently, "merely because your cousin loves your daughter should you let the hangman's, noose dangle over one branch of your family tree? Is that quite fair?" The head of the house laughed aloud In sudden revulsion of feeling. "I was mad, Thorncliffe mad!" he cried. "The boy is a Percy. That was the reason. Do you think a Percy would give her up while he lives?" Thorncliffe took a turn along the little passage and back again. It was the life of a brave man he wanted. The Frenchman must look out for his own love affairs, and besides his latent racial prejudice made the soldier fee that there was some justice in the fa ther's words. Accordingly the plead er's next question was put carefully. "Suppose suppose. Sir Henry, Mis tress May should marry Wilmerding? The Percys haye two qualities cour age and honor. Your French cousin has proved that he possesses both. Marry her to Wilmerding tonight." . "Tonight!" murmured Sir Henry blankly. "I told him, Dubarre, Percy, that, but I did not mean it. To night" - "Tonight," insisted Thorncliffe. "It must be tonight. The soldiers you sent for should be here now. Besides I recognized Wellington's spy, Four ney, in one of your French visitors yesterday. Now I know why he was here. Marry her to Wilmerding to night, for not until she is married will the French Percy leave England. She will be safe from him then and God help her!" muttered the soldier. Sir Henry Percy drew a long breath of relief; then, with sudden feeling, gripped the soldier's hands impul sively. "Thank you, Thorncliffe thank you. You have kept me worthy of my name. I'll start for Sir Harvey Johnston's at once and drive over tonight with the bishop. You ah you," with a wise nod, "you arrange things. And may the good God speed the boy!" he ended softly. Within the waiting chamber the self confessed spy stood laughing with cynical contempt at the girl he had won and the man he had conquered. Mistress Percy, the proud gentlewom an, overcome at the disclosure of her lover, still sat beside the table, her face buried in her arms. Once she had looked up, but the sight of the contemptuous, sneering face of the spy bitterly baiting Sir John Wilmerding quickly brought her head down again. The gentleman in disguise the girl had loved. Her hero cousin of Napo leon's guard, risking his life gayly in a gallant adveDture and offering It gladly for her, she had adored. But this spy, by his own statement this sneak, who laughingly confessed to trailing her hero cousin for blood money and loud ly regretted fighting for her because it might have cost him the price of "French Percy's" life she shrank from him in horror. Now at the thought of his kisses, at his every speech, the proud girl writhed with shame and loathing. There could be no mistake. She felt sure of that now, for not even the reckless, desperate "French Percy" could have dared the risk she had heard this man boastingly take. "I've fooled too long already with a country bumpkin over his pastoral iove affairs. Cail Captain Thorncliffe. He will identify Wellington's own hand. A nice thing it would be to report to the commander in chief that the asinine stupidity of a country militia officer al lowed the most dangerous scout in the French army to slip through our fin gers." "By God," roared Wilmerding, fin gering his pistol, "if it were not for. the slight chance I'd kill you now!" The spy laughed in his face. ' "And be hanged for it later. But 1 "ell you the little chap of the pair here yesterday, the one with the gray eyes, was St. Croix. Now" impatiently "call Thorncliffe." Sir John walked over to the big door and knocked, and as he did so the spy stepped suddenly close to the table. "Mistress 1 civy" A last unacknowledged hope shining in her eyes, sht looked up. "I'm sorry for-the part I had to play with you" , A gasp, an3 the dark head sank again as the girl burst into shuddering sobs. ' "Come, Hal, come. And you, too. Sir Henry. Come block this French trickster's game. The scoundrel claims now to be not St. Croix at all, but some spy Fourney. See see the pass he has forged or stolen." And Sir John Wilmerding, at the door, thrust the paper into the hands of the astonished Captain Thorncliffe. Dumb from amazement. Sir Henry Percy followed Captain Thorncliffe into the room. At the sight of his daughter sobbing over the table the old baronet was about to cry out, but the soldier, with a quick, warning grasp, restrained him. Smiling and easy, the spy bowed to them. "What's this? "What do you mean? Who are you anyhow?" blurted Sir Henry. The prisoner bowed jauntily a second time. "As my pass reads Jacques Four ney, Wellington's spy. at your service. Captain Thorncliffe should know that signature." After one glance at the self confessed Fourney the soldier had given all his attention to the pass. Now he looked up. "It's genuine," he said. "There can be 110 doubt of that." "And stolen, too, I wager," broke in Wilmerding angrily. " 'Tis scarcely possible, Jack. I saw this pass written in Spain., I recognize it by a crossed out word." "And this fellow is" gasped Wil merding. "He must be Fourney." For quite a minute no one moved. The spy looked straight into the eyes of Thorncliffe and Thorncliffe straight into the eyes of the spy. But what each saw in the other was for those two only. Then impulsively the French man thrust out his hand: "Monsieur captain" Thorncliffe turned his back. "I think," he said slowly, "your trail, Fourney, leads toward France. Sir Henry Percy, in accordance with that pass, will give jtou a horse. You may catch your man before he reaches the seacoast." With the first sound of her father's voice Mistress May had sprung to her feet. The Percy pride, strong in all the line, leaped to her rescue. Throughout Thorncliffe's identification of the spy she stood straight, with head held high, facing her father, and, although now and then her hands at her sides moved nervously and at the end her mouth was trembling, yet the big black eyes throughout showed brave and firm. "Dad," she began, and just at first the trembling mouth made the tones to shake ever so slightly, though the look remained steadfast "dad, you must be surprised to see me here. I want to confess something to you, dad. I came because I thought that man that spy my cousin from France. And and dad, I loved him. If he had been my cousin St. Croix, dad" and now her voice was proud and full "nothing could have kept me from marrying him. But a Percy can't love a blood money spy, dad, and if you and John will forgive me I'll I'll" she ended it in a wild jumble of words and tears "I'll marry John any time you say." From Sir Henry there burst a great rushing sigh of relief. "Then tomorrow it is, coz!" he cried, gathering the sobbing girl in his arms. "I'll bring the bishop over from Sir Harvey's tonight, and your old dad's the happiest man in England." Without so much as a' glance at the father and daughter or at the man who had won the girl he loved the spy turn ed and walked from the room, and as he passed Captain Thorncliffe he mut tered, "Merci, monsieur, but I had rather you had not so paid that little ilebt." CHAPTER XV. ERTAINLY it Is most irreg ular," objected the bisnop. The masked highwayman waved his big pistol with a careless, deprecating gesture that sent a cold shiver racing to the Very gouty toes of the fat prelate in the coach. "But, worshipful sir, when a priest is so hard to meet, what is a poor devil of an outlaw bent on matrimony to do? Jack Ketch can't tie that knot." Sir Henry Percy, seated beside my lord bishop in the coach, gave an in voluntary snort of laughter at the arm ed highwayman's apologetic speech. With the robber's first dash from the dark shadows of the overhanging elms beside the road Sir Henry had tried his pistols. The caps sputtered, but no balls came. "Powder wet!" ex claimed the baronet; then, realizing his helplessness, resigned himself to what must come. When, the postboys having been knocked from their horses, the high wayman in a hoarse voice demanded not money, but a simple exercise of the bishop's churchly office, the good baronet chuckled loud in his surprise and delight. Was not the bishop even then on his way to the castle to marry Mistress May Percy to Sir John Wil merding. One extra ceremony thrown In on the side could not hurt. Rather It would be just a breather to get the prelate In good, trim for the big wed ding to follow in the morning. The bishop knew the service by heart of course, and it would take little time. Sir Henry had been a gay dog in his day, and the present adventure pleas ed him mightily. So, supremely con tent at the promised successful out come of his own little schemes, the squire urged the bishop to quickness. "It can do no harm, and perhaps it may do good." he said. "Come, come, sir!" And now the out law's tone- bore sharp command. He C put his horse beside" the c-jach and, thrusting an arm through the window, broivrht the big pistol very close to the bishop's head. "My lord, we are wasting time." Then he who daily kept noblemen in his anteroom begging for some slight w Beneath the dark shade of the over hanging elms they were married. service climbed out with hate to mar ry an unknown gallows bird to his wench on the country road at midnight, he postboys forgot their shaking fear at the sight. "May I be witness, Sir Gallows Cheat?" chuckled the now gay Sir Henry. "Yes, if you swear to be a true one and always to uphold what you see here done," returned the highwayman in a hoarse, throaty voice. "Upon my honor," replied the knight, laughing. "But the lady show lis the lady. What a story it will be for Thorn cliffe and the others!" A black shadow detached itself from the trunk of a tree, and a slender girl rode out. The clouds had thickened, completely cutting off the moon, so through the darkness the witnesses could just make out the indistinct out lines of a slender, graceful figure. The bishop offered his hand, and she sprang lightly to the ground. Her lover was beside her. A postboy, grinning, now held the horses. And so beneath the dark shade of the overhanging elms, under the eyes of the peeping stars, they were mar ried. "John and Mary" the man in his hoarse voice gave their names, and at the strange coincidences Sir Henry Per cy, the- chief witness, almost forgot where he was. "John Mary." How the names thrilled his old heart! To morrow morning in the library at The Oaks he would hear the bishop call those names ao;ain, and he would an swer. Yes, there was the sentence, "Who giveth this woman to this man?" And, thinking of the morrow and what it meant to him, Sir Henry from the darkness called forth in his deep est voice, "I do, with all my heart." The slender bride gave a little sob bing cry of joy. t For the rest of the ceremony her an swers were nods and indistinct mur murs through happy tears. It was the most solemn service of the bishop's life. "And would you like a certificate?" he asked when John and Mary had plighted their troth. "Certainly," replied the gallows bird groom. By the dim light of the stars for the highwayman in his first attack had smashed the carriage lamps the cer . tificate was made out and signed. Naught remained but to insert the full names of the contracting parties. The bishop held the goose quill poised ex pectantly. The old baronet was lean ing forward in his interest. "Put in," said the highwayman, "John Percy Latapie, vicomte de St. Croix, and May rerey, daughter of Sir Henry Percy, his wife." Then, lighting the tension that fol lowed, the n)on rushed out with sud den boldness from behind the clouds to show the father and daughter standing face to face. "Dad, dear dad!" Her arms out stretched toward him, her eyes big and soft with love, the wayward girl made her tender appeal. "Forgive me, dad!" Sir Henry Percy stood white, silent, too dazed for speech. "I could not give him up when he offered his life for me, dad." "May my little girl married to a Frenchman?" The old man murmured It slowly, incredulously to himself. The girl dared a step nearer, her hus band and the bishop looking on. "Not a Frenchman, dad, but Cousin Jack Percy's grandson, a Tercy straight and true," she whispered. Her father seemed suddenly to come to himself. "How dared you? How knew you he was not Fourney?" he cried. "Is he St. Croix?" . The girl laughed low, happily. "Fie! I believe you knew It all the time. Captain Thorncliffe, told Ethel and she told me," she said. "A lieu tenant of cavalry rode up after you had started for Sir Harvey's. He brought us the news that 'French Percy' had been shot by his men on outpost yesterday morn at daybreak and in proof showed a ring, the St. Croix seal, taken from the clothes of the daad man. I recognized it as the one M. Dubarre had sometimes worn. See, here it is!" She held the ring to ward her father. "I had to keep the horrid big seal in my mouth all during the wedding to change my voice." she CONTINUED. ON PAGE SIX. Dr. IB. K. E-fays May be found in his office from lOto 12a.m. Only emergency calls answered during office hours. Two years special study-in- disease of the eye and fit ting glasses. f mn If RUYAL' ;"PILL8 -4m. la JtKI f.,M -... . ,,!;., 2 :"r-7nb ' ri&tK.o 'ftcui--., S(Nr .T7 2! 'Vf '" .( ";-tiiitin I !;.. f fj, rtunw. Hut nf yvm lrirri.t !d 4' . Jf """i" f lHl. .il..':. T''aita t? fl d KrV-f fur 1 fc.ll.." w, IrttOT-. r A ttr ii Mi .' : -.iv-D-ui.i.. 8 S n G. S. WATKfNS, M. D. 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