6
THEMVES
of the
LADY
ARABELLA
I By
j MOLLY ELLIOT SEAWELL
(Copyright., lUOti, liobbs-Merrill Go.)
SYNOPSIS.
At 14 years of age Admiral Sir Peter
Hawks haw's nephew, Richard Glyn. fell
Jeeply in love at first Bight with Lady
Arabella Stormont, who spurned his at
tentions. The lad, an orphan, was given
a berth as midshipman on the Ajax by
his uncle. Giles Vernon, nephew of Sir
Thomas Vernon, became the boy's pal.
They attended a theater where Hawk
thaw's nephew saw Lady Arabella. Ver
non met Philip Overton, next io line for
Thomas Vernon's estate. They start-
Id a duel which was interrupted. Vernon.
Overton and Hawkshaw's nephew found
themselves attracted by pretty Lady Ara
bella. The Ajax in battle defeated French
warships in the Mediterranean. Richard
Glyn got £2,000 prize money. He was
called home by Lady Hawkshaw as he
was about to "blow in" his earnings with
Vernon. At a Hawkshaw party Glyn dis
covered that Lady Arabella was a poor
but. persistent gambler. He talked much
with her cousin Daphne. Lady Arabella
again showed love for gaming. Later she
held Glyn and Overton prisoners, thus
delaying the duel. In the Overton-Ver
non duel, neither was hurt. Lady Ara
bella humiliated Richard by her pranks.
Richard and Giles shipped on a frigate.
Giles was captured by the French. Sir
Peter arranged for his exchange. Daph
ne showed a liking for Glyn, who was
then 21 ye ars of ane. Giles was released.
Qiles and Richard planned elopements.
Sir Peter objected to the plan to wed
Daphne. Hy clever ruses Giles anil Rich
ard eloped with Lady Arabella and
Daphne, respectively. The latter pair
were married. Daphne was pleased; Ara
bella raved In anger. When the par
ty returned, Arabella asked Sir Peter to
Bid in prosecuting Giles in court on the
charge of committing a capital crime.
All attended the trial.
CHAPTER IX.—Continued.
The evidence being all in, and the
arguments made, a recess was taken.
We were not the only ones who paid
our respects immediately to Giles
Vernon. Many persons went forward
and shook his hand, while I think Sir
Thomas did not receive a cordial greet
ing from a single man or woman in the
hail, although he was known to every
one present.
We got a hurried dinner at the tav
ern, and returned at once to the hall.
It was about half-past four in the win
ter afternoon, and the day being dark
and lowering, candles were required.
The lord justice's instructions to the
Jury were then read, and my heart
sank, as in a dreadful monotone, he
expounded the law to them. Alas! As
long as the statute against the abduc
tion of an heiress remained, Giles Ver
non was guilty of a capital crime; and
not one word uttered by any one of us
who testified in bis behalf did aught
but prove the more strongly that he
had carried Lady Arabella oil against
her will.
The jury retired, and, the day having
been fatiguing, the lords justices de
termined to wait in their retiring room
for an hour, where they could bo
called, if the jury promptly reached a
verdict. This troubled me—this ex
pectation of a quick decision.
The judges having retired and sus
pended the sitting of the court, we at
once went over and sat with Giles,
who maintained perfectly his manly
composure. He laughed with Sir Peter
over some of the events of tho fight
between the Ajax and her two ene
mies, complimented Lady Hawkshaw
upon her triumph over the laws of the
land relating to evidence, and said
many kind things to Daphne.
While we were in the midst of a
cheerful conversation, and not observ
ant of what was going on in the other
part of the hall, we suddenly heard
the crier proclaiming the entrance of
their lordships, and at the same mo
ment Sir Thomas Vernon entered by
another door. Hanging on his arm
was Lady Arabella Stormont. And
then the jury filed in with solemn
faces, and what followed all seemed
to me like some horrid dream.
Although several persons were
moving about, there seemed to me a
dreadful silence; and although the
candles burned, ami a great hobgoblin
of a moon peered in at the windows,
there seemed an awful darkness. And
after a time, in which I was oppressed
by this ghostly silence and darkness,
I saw the senior lord justice put on a
black cap and sentence Giles Vernon
to be hanged by the neck until he was
dead, that day fortnight.
My eyes roved aimlessly around, and
fell at that moment on Lady Arabella
Stormont. A faint smile flickered on
her lovely mouth.
CHAPTER X.
In that hour of horror I became
weaker and more helpless than the
weakest and most helpless woman.
Sir Peter and Lady Hawkshaw were
too stunned to think. I remember,
now, the look of despair on Sir Peter's
countenance, where I had never be
fore seen anything but sturdy courage
—and it.was an added terror. And the
one who retained her senses, who sug
gested a forlorn hope, was Daphne—
the youngest, the least experienced of
us all.
"To London!" she said. "To the
king, for pardon. I myself will so
upon my knees to hira. He shall—he
shall pardon Giles!"
We were all huddled together, then,
In our parlor at the inn, having just
returned from the assize hall.
"Richard and I will go," said £sir
Peter.
"And Daphne and I will stay and
comfort Giles," spoke Lady Hawkshaw.
A week to London, and a week to
return, was easy traveling—but how
long would it take us to reach the
king? And what ministers would be In
town? And what would be the earliest
moment we could leave London? All
these things were In our minds to tor
ment us. Nevertheless, within half an
hours we were on our way.
While we were demanding the best
horses, and having them put to, an in
solent groom came in the stable yard
and askod for horses for Sir Thomas
and Lady Arabella Stormont and Lady
Arabella's companion, Mrs. Whitall,
and two servants, for London. The
head hostler replied roughly that they
had no time to attend him then, as
they were starting Sir Peter Hawk
shaw and Mr. Glyn off for London, too,
to beg Mr. Giles Vernon's life. The
man, at this, grew saucy, and offered
a handsome bonus for the horses
which Were then being put to for us.
I caught him by the collar, and threw
him out of the stable yard, where the
hostlers drubbed him soundly, thank
God!
One hurried kiss to Daphne, a brief
farewell between Sir Peter and Lady
Hawkshaw, and we were off for Lon
don. Our race into Scotland was noth
ing to it.
The roads were much cut up, and
although we traveled day and night,
we were more than four days 011 the
way. We reached London early in the
day; and, without stopping for food,
or to change our linen, we went to the
admiralty. There we got the informa
tion that the first lord was visiting in
the country, in Kent. Within the hour,
I was on my way to Kent. When 1
reached the place, the first lord had
left, not more than two hours before,
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for London. I had passed him on the
road, without knowing him. I re
turned to London. Sir Peter had seen
several members of the government,
meanwhile, and had been privately in
formed that the king was suffering
mentally; and although hopes were en
tertained that the spell would pass
away, without the necessity ol' inform
ing the country or parliament, still,
access to him was refused to all by his
physicians, except the members of his
family and immediate household, and
they were charged not to mention busi
ness to him; it would be impossible to
approach him.
When Sir Peter told me this, I be
came so weak I was forced to sit down.
After a few minutes of agony, a desper
ate resolve came to me. i rose, and
said:
"I have a scheme—desperate, but
not impossible. Go with me to the
prince of Wales. He is at Carlton
house, but goes back and forth to
Windsor."
Sir Peter jumped at this poor chance,
and we agreed togo immediately.
We had left York on a Friday, and
had raached London on the Monday.
Two days had abeen lost in the jour
ney to Kent; and it was now late in
the evening of Wednesday. We had,
luckily, brought our uniforms along;
and, dressing ourselves in them —Sir
Peter with ail his orders sewn on his
coat—we called a hackney coach and
drove to Carlton house.
When we got there it was about ten
o'clock in the evening. The windows
were brilliantly lighted up, and it was
about the hour that fehe prince of
Wales was known to be in his best
humor —but the hour when he most
hated to he disturbed.
We descended, and the sentries
passed us through on account of our
uniforms and Sir Peter's decorations
on his breast. We reached the door
and knocked. The porter opened the
door gingerly, when Sir Peter, giving
it a kick, walked in, followed by me.
The man attempted to arrest our prog
ress, but Sir Peter said to him,
fiercely:
"Do you think, you damned lack*y,
that you ran be insolent to an admiral
in his majesty's service?" Tho man
apologized humbly and ushered irs into
a large reception room on the first
floor, saying he would call the gentle
man of the chambers.
We seated ourselves. Even in that
time of agony, I noted the beauty of
the room —indeed, my senses seemed
preternaturally acute, and every in
cident of that dreadful time is deeply
fixed in my mind. The ceiling was of
gilt, while around the walls were pami
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ings of Flora. A gilt chandelier
diffused light through the apartment,
and at one side was a pair of large
folding doors.
After a long wait, a gentleman, Mr.
Digby, appeared. He received us po
litely, but said it was impossible to dis
turb the prince then as he was Just sit
ting down to piquet. Sir Peter re
mained silent; he was used to gi ring
orders, and the words, "It is impossible
to see his royal higness," were pe
culiarly disagreeable to him.
1 then made my plea. I told Mr.
Digby that the life of a gallant officer
and gentleman was in jeopardy, and
that we begged to see his royal high
ness in the hope that the king might
be approached.
"That, too, is impossible," coldly re
plied Mr. Digby. "The king is far from
well."
Just then some one on the other side
of the folding doors opened one of
them the least bit in the world, and
then closed it —but not before we had
seen streams of light pouring from it,
a long table brilliant with plate and
ornaments, and a company of about
20 gentlemen sitting around it, and
at one end sat a personage whom we
at once recognized as the prince of
Wales.
Without a word Sir Peter arose, and,
darting toward the door —for he was
ever an agile man—threw it open, and
walked into the presence of his royal
highness.
"Sir," said he, marching up to the
prince, "I am Admiral Sir Peter Hawk
shaw, and I have boarded you, so to
speak, sir, in order to save the life of
one of the gallantest officers in the
service of his majesty."
I had always heard that his royal
highness was a gentleman, and I saw
then such an exhibition of readiness
and good taste as I never saw before,
and never expect to see again. Every
one at the table, except the princo,
seemed astounded at the sudden en
trance and statling address- of a short,
active little man in an admiral's uni
form. But the .prince offered Sir Peter
his hand In the coolest manner in the
world, saying:
".Most happy to meet you, Sir Peter.
I recollect well that, you carried the
Indomptable by boarding very success
fully. But how did yftu get past the
watchdogs at the door, my dear sir?"
"By carrying sail hard, your royal
highness," responded Sir Peter, "and
seeing this door open, faith, said I, to
myself, having risked my skin these
40 years for the king and his succes
sors, sure, I can risk it once more by
walking in on my prince, and here I
am, sir, ready to state my case. That
bloody popinjay, Digby (Digby was
right behind him), wanted me to let
you alom> because you were about to
goto piquet, but I think no prince of
England would sacrifice a man's life to
a game of piquet."
"Certainly not, Sir Peter," answered
liis royal highness, rising, "and now I
have an hour entirely \at your ser
vice."
"Sir," said Sir Peter, "I ask the
honor of shaking hands with you, not
as a royal prince, but as 'an honest
man and good fellow."
I think the prince was ever suscep
tible to honest praise, for he was no
l'ool, and he was undoubtedly pleased
when Sir Peter wrung his hand. He
then led the way into another room,
and the door was closed.
The rest of the party behaved very
civilly to me, and I accepted thankful
ly an invitation to have something to
eat and drink. They were merciful to
me, seeing my distress of mind, and
did not plague me with quastions, but
resumed their conversation with one
another.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
WAS THE OTHER'S SUCCESSOR.
Little Negro's Explanation Certainly
Bore Aspect of Truth.
Irvin Cobb tells a story of a little,
weary negro who went into a resort in
Natchez, displayed a large roll of bills
and bought a drink.
As he was paying for it another ne
gro came in, very large and very
black. He looked at the little man and
said: "Niggah, whar you tit all dat
money ?"
"Bah-tendah," said the little negro,
by way of a reply, "Ah think Ah shall
tek a bottle of dat-ah stuff. 'Pears
quite satisfyin' tuh me."
"Niggah," roared the big one, "whar
you git dat money? I ast you. I's the
town bully, I is. I follow bullyin' foh
a trade. Whar you git it?"
The little negro began stuffing the
money back into his pockets. "Seems
to me," he mused, "I ain't got 'nuff
pockets to hold all mah wealth."
The big negro jumped at the little
one. "Your hear what I said?" he de
manded. "I's the town bully, an' I
wanter know whar you git all dat
money?"
Quick as a flash, the little negro up
percut the big one, catching him on
the point of the jaw and knocking him
down. In a moment the big negro re
vived enough to look up from the
floor and ask humbly: "Niggah, who is
you, anyhow?"
"Why," replied the little one, blow
ing his knuckles, "I'u th' pusson you
thought you wuz when you come in."
—Saturday Evening Post.
Treasure Hoarded in India.
All the w<j.»id knows that gold, silver
and gonis are constantly disappearing
in India to swell the hidden stores of
ilio people. What no one knows is tho
accumulated amount. The late Dun
ning MacLeod estimated that -.fiiero
might, be $1,">00,000,000 in hidden gold
alone. Of silver there may be even
more in proportion, as the silver rupee
has long been the common money cur
rent in India. Of hidden gems no one
has ever been bold enough to estimate
i t>>o value.
HOSTS OF GRAND ARMY OF THE
REPUBLIC IN GREAT PARADE
Spectacular Review Is Climax of the
Forty-third National Encampment,
in Salt Lake City---Veterans Are
Warmly Received and Well Cared
For in Utah's Capital.
Salt Lake City, Aug. 11. —Today-
was the climax of the forty-third na
tional encampment of the Grand
Army of the Republic, the day on
which the men who nearly half a cen
tury ago fought to preserve the union
once again fell into line, answered
the roll-call, and marched bravely,
though often with faltering steps, to
the music of the fife and drum.
Never in all the years of its exist
ence has the Grand Army had a na-
tional encampment review that sur-
i
0
The Great Mormon Temple.
passed the one of to-day in spectacu
lar and pathetic features. The pa
rade formed at the beautiful Eagl«
gate on South Temple street. First
in line were the regulars of the Fif
teenth United States infantry and the
entire National Guard of Utah, acting
as escorts. Next came the forty
four departments of the Grand Army
of the Republic, the Naval Veterans,
the Ex-Union Prisoners of War, and in
carriages the surviving members of
that devoted band of women, the Army
Nurses.
Scattered through the line were nu
merous military bands and flfe and
drum corps.
Greeted with Cheers and Tears.
At the word of command the parade
marched west to Main street and
turned south down that thoroughfare,
proceeding seven blocks between solid
walls of cheering men, women and
children. As the grizzled veterans
passed the enthusiasm was tremen
dous and many a spectator wept un
ashamed as he realized that this was
undoubtedly the last grand review for
scores of the feeble heroes who
trudged along with eyes on the flag
for which tliey had given some of the
best years of their lives.
When Seventh South street was
reached the paraders themselves
broke out in mighty cheering, for
there they turned in front of the most
beautiful feature of the day, the "Liv
ing Flag." On an immense stand
were 3,600 children dressed in the
national colors and so arranged that
they made a perfect representation of
a waving American flag.
The little ones had been drilled for
many weeks, and while the old sol
diers passed they sang patriotic airs.
At the Reviewing Stand.
Countermarching, the parade now
moved north on Main street back to
City and County Building.
South Temple street. Here, Just to
the left of the Brigham Young pioneer
monument and close to Temple square,
the reviewing stand had been erected.
It was occupied by Commander-in-
Chief Henry M. Nevius, Gov. William
Spry of Utah, the chief executives of
other states and a large number of
o»her officials and distinguished
guests. The parading bodies all
passed in review, saluting those in
the stand, and at once disbanded. All
the bands as they arrived here were
massed close to the stand and as the
culmination of the parade, 4,000 school
children marched by, the united bands
playing and the children singing "On
ward, Christian Soldiers."
The great review was excellently
managed in every way. All along the
line of march were scattered ambu
lances, trained nurses and numerous
other attendants to care for any of the
veterans who might be overcome by
fatigue and for spectators who suf
fered in the crush on the sidewalks.
Fortunately, their services were sel
dom needed.
Fireworks on a Mountain.
After a good rest, the city's guests
all turned out again this evening and
witnessed the magnificent display of
fireworks on the top of Ensign peak.
This peak lies immediately north of
The Eagle Gate, Salt Lake City.
the city and is the highest point of the
Wasatch mountains, rising 1,200 feet
higher than Temple square. The py
rotechnic display is a mighty feature
of the encampment week.
Salt Lake City has thrown open her
arms to the old soldiers, and never
has the Grand Army been more en
thusiastically received or more gener
ously entertained than at this en-
t campment. Many thousands of the
veterans and their families and mem
bers of all the organizations allied to
the Grand Army have participated in
the exercises and entertainments, and
are unanimous in their praise of the
Veterans Well Cared For.
| The old soldiers have been very
' carefully looked after by • the local
committees on public comfort and prl«
vate ncominodatiouß, and at the 24'
information bureaus at the various
railway stations and convenient places
about the city. During the entire time
of the encampment these committees
have had the services of 300 high
school cadets, whose duties have been
to render every possible assistance to
the visitors.
The decoration of the city has been,
on a lavish scale. Every prominent
Commander-in-Chief Nevius.
building has been elaborately draped
with bunting, handsome arches span
the streets, and there is scarcely a
residence in the city that does not dis
play at least a flag.
Henry M. Nevius, the commander-in
chief, arrived here Saturday with his
staff and inspected the arrangements.
On Sunday the city's guests began ar
riving by the thousand, and on Mon
day they came in so fast that the com
mittee had to work like sailors to get
them all housed in such a manner as
to avoid congestion in any part of the
city.
Big "Greetings" Meeting.
Monday evening came the lirst pub
lic event on the program —a great
camp-iire in the assembly hall in the
Temple grounds. All that night and
throughout Tuesday the stream of ar
rivals continued, but by Tuesday
evening practically all the visitors had
been received and distributed. That
night the greatest function of the en
campment took place. This was the
"Greetings" meeting *in the Mormon
Tabernacle. The immense building
easily seats 10,000 persons, and it was
filled to its capacity.
Col. Frank M. Starrett, the execu
tive director of the encampment,
called the vast assemblage to order
and introduced William H. King of
Salt Lake City, who acted as tem
porary chairman. He made a brief
address and was followed by Gov.
William Spry of Utah, Mayor John S.
Bradford of Salt Lake City, and L. H.
Smythe, commander of the depart
ment of Utah, all of whom told in elo
quent words how proud they were
to welcome to the state and city the
Grand Army and their friends.
Mr. King then introduced Command
er-in-Chief Nevius, who was received
with wild cheering and the waving
of hats and handkerchiefs. As soon
as the tumult had subsided. Command
er Nevius delivered a graceful* re
sponse to the welcoming speeches
and took the chair.
The Allied Organizations.
Then came the turn of the allied or
ganizations, and greetings to the vet
erans were uttered by President Gene
vieve Hagar Longfield Lane of the La
dies of the G. A. R., President Mary E.
Oilman of the Woman's Relief Corps,
President Clara E. Hoover of the
Daughters of Veterans, Commander-in-
Chief Edgar Allen of the Sons of Vet
erans, and President Rebecca Smith
of the Army Nurses. The speechmak
ing was varied by the playing of pa
triotic airs by a band.
The exercises were brought to a
close by the presentation of a hand
some testimonial to Charles G. Bur
ton, past commander-in-chief of the
Grand Army.
Head On, Only.
Any remark which might possibl>
be construed into unfavorable criti
cism of his old master or any of his
belongings is instantly resented by
Pomp, an old southern negro. A
young granddaughter from "up norf"
was looking over the family portraits'
and commenting freely, while Pomp
stood, a sable image, at her side.
"I don't think much of that horse's
tail," snid the girl, nodding her head
toward a portrait of her spirited an
cestor syated on the horse which car
ried him through the civil war. "It
looks rather moth-eaten to me."
"Dey wasn't nobody from de norf
eber saw dat hoss' tail in wah times,"
answered Pomp, his voice charged
with indignation—Youth's Compan
ion.