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v-i"'1' ['•*> •#£> ViU J * MY IJAIXY. OF DOUBT 4f." Jrire, JfyJLadyori Mis/mtiom î rYŜ i HHEDE c?optric}ht. ̂ Q^Cuxrg 5 Co. ,191! SYNOPSIS. Major Lawrence, son of Juflpre Law­ rence of Virginia, whose wife was a Loe. to sent on a perilous mission by (ien. Washington, Juet after the winter at Val­ ley Forge. Disguised In a British uni­ form Lawrence arrives within the enemy's lines. The Major attends a great fete and saves the "Lady of the Blended Rose" from mob. He later meets the girl at a brilliant ball. Trouble is started over a waltz, and Lawrence is urged by his partner. Mistress Mortimer ('The Lady of the Blended Rose), to make his escape. X«awrenee is detected as a spy by Captain Orant of the British Army, who to a duel. CHAPTER VI. The One Hope. As he Btopped and faced about, I as Instantly halted. "Perhaps this spot may satisfy your requirements," he said sarcastically. *"Tls far enough away at least, and th« light is not BO bad." "It will do," I replied, and threw my scarlet jacket on the grass. "Strip to the white, sir, and then we can eee fairly well where to strike. That's bet­ ter. On guard!" He came at me fiercely enough, con­ fident of his mastery of the weapon, and, no doubt, expecting me to prove an easy victim of his skill. His first onslaught, a trick thrust under my guard, caused me to give back a step ©r two, and this small success yielded him the over-confidence I always pre­ fer that an opponent have. I was young, agile, cool-headed, instructed {•ince early boyhood by my father, a jrather famous swordsman, in the mys­ teries of the game, yet I preferred that Grant should deem me a novice. With this in mind, and in order that I might !better study the man's style, I re­ mained strictly on defense, giving way slightly before the confident play of his steel, content with barely turning aside the igleamlng point before It pricked me. At first he mistook this for weakness, sneering at my parries, as he bore 1b with increasing reckless- *A club would be more in your line, I 4ake it, Mr. Lieutenant Fortesque," he commented sarcastically, "but 111 play with you a while for practice-- ah! that was a lucky turn of the wrist! 8o you do know a trick or two? Per­ haps you have a parry for that thrust as well! Ah! an Inch more and I'd have pricked you--your defense Is not bad for a boy! By all the gods, I tatted blood then--now I'll give you a harder nut to crack!" 1 was fighting silently, with lips «iosed, husbanding my breath, scarce­ ly bearing his comments. Every stroke, every thrust, gave me insight of his schcol, and instinctively my blade leaped forth to turn aside his point. He was a swordsman, stronger than I, and of longer reach, yet his tricks were old. and he relied more on strength than subtlety of fence. He countered with Bkill, laughing and I Had Gained ^ Hundred Feet Before Those Behind Me Had Grasped the Meaning of My Unexpected Flight. taunting me, until his Jeers made me flght grimly, with fresh determination to end the affair. By God! you have a right pretty thrust from the shoulder," he ex­ claimed. "Been out before, I take it Put I'll show you something you never learned. Odds, 1'U call your Dlay!" boy's "Better hold your breath, for you'll Eeed it now," I replied shortly. "The oy's play is over with." L St*P;by ste» 1 b€gan Bte"ily to force ijjgv? *be fighting, driving my point against ftiim so relentlessly as to hush his Speech. Twice we circled, striking, countering, fighting, our blades glit- bTiThC'iabOKd'wlt'T ,h"lt*Z'nZ ! UoV""' V',l' b'd se.t.m« U,lnklng- the dark forms of men pressed in be­ tween us. "Stop it, you hotheads!" some one commanded gruffly. "Hold your man, Tolston, until I get at the reason* for this fighting. Who are you? Oh, Grant! What's the trouble now? The old thing, eh?" I had no desire to wait his answer, confident that Grant was sufficiently angry to blurt out everything he knew. They were all facing bis way, actu­ ated by the recognition. Breathless still, yet quick to seize the one and only chance left, I grabbed up my Jacket from the grass, and sprang lnte the darkness. I had gained a hundred feet before those behind grasped the meaning of my unexpected flight, and then the tumult of voices only sent me flying faster, realizing the pursuit The only open passage led directly toward the river, and I raced through the black night down the slope as though all the fiends of hell were aft­ er me. I heard shouts, oaths, but there was no firing, and was far enough ahead to be invisible by the time I attained the bank. An open barge lay there, a mere black smudge, and I stumbled blindly across this, dropping silently over its side into the water. It was not thought, but breath­ less inability to attempt more, which kept me there, clinging to a slat on the side of the barge, so completely submerged in the river, as to be In­ visible from above. Swearing fierce­ ly, my pursuers stormed over the barge, swinging their swords along the edges to be sure I was not there. One blade pricked me slightly, but I held on, sinking yet deeper into the stream. I could see the dim outline of heads peering over, but was not dis­ covered. The same gruff voice which had Interrupted the duel broke through the noise: "I tell you he turned to the left; I saw him plainly enough. What did you say the fellow's name was. Grant?" "How do I know? He called himself Fortesque." "Sure; the same one Carter was sent out hunting after. Well, he dodged down there among those coal sheds. This is the only way he could have disappeared so suddenly. Come on, all of you, except Moore and Car- taret, and we'll beat the shore." I heard them scramble fecross to the bank, but there were sounds also proving the guards left behind were still on the deck above me. Then one of the fellows sat down on the edge of the barge, his feet dangling within a few Inches of my head. "Might as well take it easy. Bill," he said lazily. "They're like to be an hour layin' hands on the lad, an* all we got to do is see he don't fox back this way. Got any tobacco, mate?" The other must have produced the necessary weed, for there waa a scrap­ ing of flint and steel, a gleam of fire glinting on the water, and then the pungent odor wafted to me in puff of smoke. With one hand, I unbuckled my sword belt, letting it, sword anfl all, sink silently into the river. I must cross to the opposite bank •onse- ^ow, and would have to dispense with the weapon. Inch by Inch* my fingers gripping the narrow slat to which I clung, I worked slowly toward the stern of the barge, making not so much as a ripple in the water, and keeping well hidden below the bulge of the side. The voices above droned along in conversation, of which I caught a few words. "Who was he? You mean the lad they're after down yonder? Oh, I mind now, you came up later after we'd started the chase. Holy Mother, I don't know much myself, now I come to think of iL He looked like a Brit­ isher, what I saw of him, an' he waa flghtin' with a Captain of Rangers-- Grant was the name; maybe you know the man?--behind one of the stands." "They'll never get him," returned the other solemnly. "Because it's my notion he swum for it. I was closest down the bank, an' somethLV hit the water." "But them's the Jerseys over yon­ der; if he was a spy he'd be headln' the other way." "It's little he'd think of the way with the gang of us yelpin' at his heels. Besides, there's plenty of his kind over in those Jerseys who'd take good care of the likes of him." "But there's a guard stationed across yonder." "Pish, a corporal's squad, Just about opposite at the ferry landin', an' a company of Yagers down at Glouces­ ter. There's plenty room between for a bold lad to find free passage." The two fell Bilent, staring out over across the water. At last I heard them get to their feet, and tramp about on the flat deck of the barge, the low murmur of their voices reaching me, although words were Indistinguishable. I could hope for no better time. Fill­ ing my lungs with air, I sank below the surface of the river, and then, rising, struck boldly out into the full sweep of the current. with the fever Of it, and struggling to kill, panting Hercely, our faces flushed, the perspir­ ation dripping from our bodies, our jawords darting swiftly back and forth. He was my match, and more, And, had we been permitted to go on ito the end, would have worn me down £|>y sheer strength. Suddenly, above 'Sihe clash of steel, came the sound of our blades were struck up, and most re- cross the that di­ rection lay the oniy remaining avenue of esf-apo. ' At the lower end of the float I man­ aged to silently remove my boots, and then waited, listening to the move­ ments of the men above. I must have clung there ten minutes, expecting every moment the party scouring the shore would return, yet not daring to make the venture with those fellows sitting there, and silently, niiny CHAPTER VII. The Blacksmith. I had come up gasping for breath, Sell out in the stream, either shore a ere darker shadow showing above the water. How far I bad been swept below the barge could not be guessed, as I could distinguish no outlines clearly, excepting the bare sparB of a vessel, tied up to the west shore. As this ship had not been in sight orevl- ously I concluded the drift bad been greater than anticipated, and I struck out quickly toward the opposite bank, fearful lest 1 be borne down as far as Gloucester before I could finally make land. It was a bard swim across the swift current, and I was nearly ex­ hausted when I finally crept up the low bank, and lay dripping and pant­ ing in the shelter of some low bushes. Except for the bark of a distant dog there was no sound more disturbing than the rustle of leaves, and the lap­ ping of water. As my breath came back I sat up, wrung out my clothes as best I could, and, with difficulty, drew on the*boots I bad borne across, slung to my shoulder. I possessed but a dim conception of where I was, yet kaew I must make a wide detour to the east so as to escape British foraging parties. I must have plodded doggedly along through the darkness for fully five piles, without perceiving tbe first sign of habitation, or even a' wood into which I could crawl for concealment, when I suddenly came upon a long, one-story stone building standing at the left of the road, a grim, silent, ap­ parently deserted structure, one end of tbe roof caved in, and several of the windows smashed. ( I tried tbe doors, but they appeared firmly fas­ tened. Far In the east there was a faint lightenfrtfc of the sky promising the approach of dawn, and thus aroused to a knowledge that I must Immediately attain shelter, I clam­ bered through one of the broken win­ dows, and dropped to the earthen floor within. I could, see nothing, not even a hand held before my eyes, yet carefully felt my way forward through a tangle of rubbish, wheels, scraps of iron, some casks, a number of plough handles, and a riffraff of stuff I could not make out. The place had evident­ ly been used as a repair shop, but must have been closed for months, as I could feel tbe grit of dust every­ where, and cobwebs brushed against my face as I moved about Finally I felt tbe outlines of a large box half filled with paper, and, for want of something better, crept in and snug­ gled down, Intending to rest there un­ til daylight should reveal my sur­ roundings. I was warm enough now, my cloth­ ing practically dry, but thoroughly tired from the long tramp over the dark road, and exhausted by the ex­ citement through which I had passed. Even my mind seemed dulled, and it appeared useless to think or plan. I had not intended to sleep, yet drowsi­ ness tame, and I lost consciousness. I know not what aroused me, but it was already daylight, a gleam of sun through the windows turning the fes­ tooned cobwebs Into golden tapestry. One side of the box in which I lay had been broken out, and I could see the full length of the shop, which ap­ peared littered from end to end with all manner of implements of hus­ bandry, and woodworking and black­ smith's tools. All this I perceived with my first glance, but It was tbe distant sound of a voice which at in­ stantly held my attention. At first I could not locate the speaker, nor com­ prehend the peculiar singsong of the utterance. But as I lifted my head, listening intently, I knew the man to be beyond the wooden partition at my right, and that he was praying fer­ vently. "SoBrehnWheartened by this discovery I crept out from the bed of papers, and stole silently forward to the narrow door which apparently led into this second apartment. The voice never ceased in its monotonous ap­ peal, and I ventured to lift the latch, and take cautious glance through the slight opening. It was a blacksmith shop of fair size, fully equipped with all the tools of the trade. Tbe man was facing me, but with eyes closed, and uplifted, as his lipB poured forth the fervent wor&s of prayer. I was not a religious man in those days, yet the faith of my mother was not forgotten, and there was something of sincerity about that solitary kneeling figure I could not but respect. The words uttered, the deep resonant voice, and above all, the ex­ pression of that upturned face, held me silent, motionless. He was a man of short, sturdy limb, but great bulk, massive cheat, and Immense shoulders evidencing remarkable strength. What was this man, this praying black­ smith? A patriot surely, from his words of petition; ems who had f®f- fered much, but waa willing to suffer I He Jrew a fiat leather ease frost more. The strength chiselled in that upturned fafte, those deeply marked features, revealed no common mental equipment Here was a real man, with convictions, one who would die for an ideal; without doubt a radical, ready t© go to any extreme where con? science blazed the way. As he finally paused, his head bowed low, I (stepped forward into the light, confident of welcome, utterly forgetful of the uniform 1 wore. At the first faint sound of my approach on the floor he was upon his feet fronting me, the shortness of his limbs yield­ ing him a certain grotesque appear­ ance, his deep-set eyes regarding me suspiciously. Before I could realize the man's Intent he sprang between me and the outer door, his hand grip­ ping an iron bar. , "A son of Baal!" came the roar from Big lips. "How came ye here In that uniform? Are you alone?" "Alone, yes," and I hurled the scar­ let Jacket Into the dirt with a gesture of disgust "I had even forgotten I wore it Walt a moment I heard your prayer, and know you must be with us. I am M^Jor Lawrence of the Maryland Line." He stared at me motionless. "Then how come ye here?" "I was sent into Philadelphia by Washington himself, but my identity was discovered, and there was no way to escape except across the Delaware. I reached here during the night, and crept Into your shop to hide. Tbe sound of your voice awoke me from sleep, and I knew from your words that it was safe for me to come forth." "You may know It, young man, but I don't," he replied gruffly. "We're a bit suspicious of strangers here In tbe Jerseys these days. The minions of Satan encompass us about What have ye to show to prove your story?" I shook my head, extending my hands. "Only my word ef honor. I had a pass from Hamilton, but destroyed that before entering tbe British lines. If I tell the whole story, perhaps you will understand Its truth." The expression of his face did not' change, yet I thought the deep-set eyes were not altogether unkind. "You are hungry, no doubt?" **Belng human, yes." "Then well eat and talk at the same time. You're only one man, an' I'm not afraid of you, an' if ye are a Brit­ isher I wouldn't starve you to death. There's little enough, tbe good Lord knows, but you're welcome to the half of it Make yourself comfortable there on the bench." He threw open a cupboard in one corner, and brought forth a variety of food, placing this upon a wide shelf n^ar at hand. "Help yourself," he began gravely. "It is rough camp fare, but doubtless you are used to that. Do you know me?" I scanned his face again Intently, pocket inside h!s shirt,' extract!t»3 therefrom a folded paper, which he opened, and extended to me across the table. With a glance I mastered the few lines written thereon, recognizing its genuineness. - * - , "Hamilton penned 'that,'* I said In quick surprise, "and .it la signed by Washington's own band." The deep-set eyes twinkled. "Eight," he said shortly, "that bit of paper may save me from bangln' some day. There are thoBe who would ll-te well to see me swing If they only laid hand* on me at the right time and place. You know what the paper Is?" "A commission as Captain." and I bent over It again, "Issued to Daniel Farrell, giving him Independent com­ mand of scouts--by heavensl are yon 'Bull* Farrell?" He was eating quietly, but found time to answer. "There are those who call me by that nickname; others give me even a worse handle. T is my nature to make enemies faster than friends. Yon know me then?" "I was with Maxwell at German- town," the remembrance of the scene coming vividly to mind, "when you came up with your ragged fellows. You have certainly taught them how to flght" "There was no teaching necessary; all the trouble I ever have is in hold­ ing them back," his face darkening. "Every man who rides with me knows what war means heta In the Jerseys; they have seen their homes In flames, their women and children driven out by Hessian hirelings. We flght for life as well as liberty, and when we strike we strike hard. But enough of that We have sufficient confidence In each other by now to talk freely. What did you discover In Philadelphia? No more than I could tell you myself, I'll warrant" I told the story, while he listened silently, his eyes alone expressing In­ terest As I ended, he slowly lit his pipe, and sat there smoking, apparent­ ly thinking over what I had said. "Have I learned anytbjng of impor­ tance?" I asked finally. "For Washington, yes; but very lit­ tle unknown to me. So you met Mis­ tress Claire, eh? The little minx! *T is a month since I heard of her." (TO BE CONTINUED.) Bones for Bricks. One of the most Interesting sights of Malta, and. at the same time, rather a gruesome one, Is the Chapel of Bones. Guides who show visitors round the island never fail to point tills out The whole of the sides, arches, and about the altar are the skulls and cross-bones of long-depart­ ed monks. In niches round the chapel stand skeletons of monks In their habits; on either side of the altar stands a skelton, representing Father Time, with a scythe. Standing at th« "How Came Ye Here?" surprised by tbe question, yet recog­ nized no familiar features. "No," I replied, with some hesita­ tion. "Have we ever met before?" "Not to my remembrance," and the man's language and accent evidenced education above his apparent station. "But I have won some repute in this part of the Jerseys, an' thought my name might be known to you. You would recognize the signature of George Washington T" "I have seen It often." rear of the chapef, OM cannot but ad­ mire and wonder at tbe regular man­ ner In which the skulls and bones are placed. Snails s Plague In Ceylon. The region about Bernwala, In Cey­ lon, was not long ago afflicted with a veritable plague of snails. Though these animals are extraordinarily pro­ lific. they do not often appear in suffi­ ciently large numbers to make them­ selves obnoxious. New Office Tbe long-discussed Greater Berlin "Zweck-Verband" (county council Is tbe only intelligible translation avail­ able) has formally come into being with the election of Herr fifcelniger, city chamberlain of Berlin, as "ver» bandsdirektor." 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