Evening Star Newspaper, August 29, 1929, Page 34

For the Love of a Lady .Copyright, 1939 } ¥ Helen 1s held cantive in a remote inn by Hirelings of Viscount Brocklehurst. whose | daring plan to abduct her, carry her to & waiting ship_and_thus escape. has been in- | terrupted. For Titus Oldcraft has handed Brocklehurst a strange note, in which brocklehurst's name is mentioned—a Z se e viscount—unawar devised by Truffeni—rides off in haste and into a trap. , _(Continued From Yesterday's Star.) + CHAPTER XL. MURDER AVENGED. HEY had stopped for refresh- ments at a little ale house. | Master Oldcraft and his com- rades, Bob and Tom, gulped their ale while their wretched \prisoner drooped quiescent in his bonds. \Indeed, so still and silent was he that | Master Oldcraft sought to rouse him | with dexterous flick of his horsewhip. | | " “s0 you'd try to play off your devil's| tricks on Titus, hey?” And again the| whip eracked, but still the captive| stirred not nor spoke. “'E don't 'ear you, Titus,” quoth Bob. i “The, villain's a-swoon, Titus,” said ) Tom. “Then heave yon bucket o’ water over (him,” said Master Oldcraft. Bob caught_up the bucket forthwith and deluged the hapless wretch. | gasp, a groan. Sir Richard stared into the merciless, smiling visage of Titus Oldcraft. | ! ““sir,” quoth Master Oldcraft, “you| 'robbed me once—me . Titus. Ay, vou| did so—d've mind it, sir? You set Titus | Iin the stocks. Ay, you did so—ye can't| ha’ forgot, sir? Well. sir, Titus is agoing | to set your fine gentlemanly neck in a,| |noose pretty soon, sir. And now, sir, if} you're quite ready, we'll get a-moving.” [ ," Watched by awed landlord and one or two gaping rustics, Master Oldcraft and Ihis fellows got to horse and trotted off. | their silent prisoner jolting helpless in |their midst. Evening was near. The wooded up- lands stood dark against the sunset’s jruddy flame. A vivid, far-flung splen- {dor touched all things with a strange | glory. 1t filled the narrow, winding jroad, the very dust glowed pink. It burned on the tree, branch and twig. | A small, neat gentleman in black and | silver stood beside the way, his arms folded and head bent like some philos- | opher lost in profound abstractions of Ithought. . | “We shall be in afore the light fails us,” said Mr. Oldcraft, turning to feed | gloating eyes upon his prisoner. “And with your man, too,” chuckled Bob. “Ay! When I go arter a man I get a sman! ‘Titus don't fail.” | “Lookee yonder!" quoth Tom. point- \ing suddenly. “Wot's to do? OO’s 'im? | See there!” .._Now, even as he spoke and pointed. the small, sober-clad gentleman paced slowly to the middle of the road, and, halting there, stood with arms still folded, watching their approach. “Out o' the road there!” cried Old- craft imperiously. The stranger neither moved nor spoke, ‘but stood there, arms crossed, booted legs firm planted. | “Ride the fool down!" cried Oldcraft, and spurred his animal to faster pace, and then as suddenly reined in again, for the small, slim gentleman, uncross- ing his arms, showed two purposeful | hands, each of which grasped a leveled pistol. | “Eh! What's this?” demanded Old-| craft, blanching. e're officers o' the Jaw. What y've want?” “Your barkers—all of 'em!” answered | the stranger, head still lowered. “Throw me 4your pistals.” A moment's gaping dismay. ' The Protect - your lawn Jrom winter Eilling! J &4 WINTER is a most critical the life of your lawn. " |with growing apprehension. " By Jeffery Farnol stranger took & slow pace forward, eye glaring behind_those unwavering muz- | racked by sudden spasm, his features {grew convulsed and he crouched swiftly | above the inanimate thing a-sprawl in the dust. “Aha, Cain—so there y' are?” he cried. “Ye'll shame and hang no more o' the gullty or innocent, ye dog! Cain was marked {' the brow—soho! come let's set Cain's mark on ye!" With fumbling hand he drew forth a penknife, opened it, and, stooping lower, turned up that dead face. Robin Leroy arose, coughed suddenlyts zles, and then four pistols clattered into the dust. “Now dismount—all of ye dogs!” “Why, what more?” quavered Old- craft, staring at this ominous figure “We—we are officers o' th “Dismount! Down, ye dogs!” Speechless and scrambling, alighted, all three. “D'ye know me, Titus?"” “No. But I guess you're the—Gallop- ing Parson.” “That same. And shoots to kill. Now tell your fellow rogues to be gone.” Staying for no more, Bob and Tom turned about and incontinently made off down the road. “Oldcraft, look on me! I am Robin Leroy. the son o' that bright saint you and Jonathan Wild murdered—hanged him_innocent, ye did, for the price of his blood—" “No!” cried Oldcraft’in hoarse, plead- ing accents. “Eight o' ye were concerned, and six o' these are dead, and ’tis now your turn, and presently—Wild.” “Lor8!" gasped Oldcraft. Titus, can ye pray?” , no! But you'd never murder they m “If ye can't pray, I'll pray for ye. On your knees, Titus!” Shivering, sweating, abject in his ter- ror, Oldcraft fell to desperate pleading, but his frantic supplications were drowned in shrill laughter as Robin Le- roy smote him to his knees. Then Olderaft crouched, bowed his head, yet with motion incredibly quick snatched weapon from his breast and fired. 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Sir Richard slipped to earth, stag- gered, and, sitting down, began to rub and chafe at his numbed limbs, staring the while into the eyes that stared back at him. “My horse, yonder—" The words ended in another fit of coughing. So Sir Richard, having found the horse ethered amid the thickets hard by, led Amo 1t into the road and lifted the wounded man into the saddle, who fumbled in his breast and drew thence a small, gllver-mounted pistol. “Little Josenh!” he whispered, “Take it, friend. I don't need. it. I shall never die in a noose!” Smiling still, the stricken man nedded, and gathering the reins in fail- ing grasp ambled away toward the splendor of the sunset, and Sir Richard, gazing after him, knew that, come what might, the Galloping Parson would in- deed never dle by rope and gallows. * (Continued tomorrow.) 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