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rty Was Born A Romance of Love and of Our Country’s Fight for Freedom Ibert Payson Terhune By A See (Coprriaht, tie Frank A. Munsey Company.) NOPSIS OF PIECEDIS Roset Ketsiona (who tells the atory) ty Pema rhe amen to ton eaten Wt, lariory Winthrop, « Colonial Sekward manners, After a clash Pi is anceoted by Pant Re. ish slanch ‘Tory, Aer, a goldamith. I who in| wb MDAC vie attain, a remen, Peeatesrienly realizes that ny. too, CHAPTER X. (Coutiouel.) The Shot Heard Round ay? the World. ¥ WONDER if at this point 4 in my tale you who read will lay aside these pages ‘with a sneer and say: “Pooh! This is a sorry hero, to be ure! First he prated against Hberty, id Now, for no reason at all, he turn- i rebel and hateth the loyalty he ge practised. We will have no a if -bim!” All that you may thus of me juite true. I make no defense, I late but the facts, I am, indeed, a ofry hero, Forsooth, I doubt me if I @ hero at all. But, I pray you, cease not on that cpunt from reading further into my ory. For, though you may-well de- me, yet the tale I tell is one that o..true American can afford to pise. It is the tale of Liberty's owed birth, and of the events that you all free men. Wherefore, dion, Lentreat. The story of Lib- ean never grow stale. itany to whim I have told of the udden change that turned me from ‘* ie Tory 20. cote rated patsiot have ler and Jaughed thetr [ peisdetict. dese Hut a few others (who can read en's hearts ax you and I read books) jen. George Washington himself mong the rest—have found nothing f Strange in the transformation. fae twas Washington who, on a later iy, expiained it to me, saying mine but one of hundreds of like In- lanees in the early times of the olution. Men who, by birth and training, med themselves loyal Tories often , at sight of their brutally ughtered fellow farmers, that they first of Americans, and that blood brotierivod of their own intrymen was far thicker than the of @ vague ice to an English King on whom they had set eyes. £ all that as it may, there I found if clutching a musket, a bullet uch and @ powder horn, and im- plerin thirty ill armed Minute Men me lead them forthwith against hun British regulars! the meeting house clock d only the hour of five, yet ‘here farmers and Minute pewere flocking into Laxington. n ronds and lanes and across ‘they came, singly, by twos and and by dozens. The village ‘was choked with grim-faced, au ardent d men. thin line of desperate, hopeless now, but hundreds of men, farmhands and shop- White-haired, bent grand- and beardless schoolboys atood (der to shoulder, Muskets, fowl- “pieces, horse pistols, blunder- isdes—every conceivable weapon— ted from those ill formed, home- ranks, @ Was no confusion, no shout- ing, none of the disorder. and clamor that marks a mob. Orderly, calm, demaly, the rough battalion formed ttse) if, { tall ol! man in ministerial garb ted the meeting house steps rigeking.the thronged green and at beyond, He stretched forth Myands-in brief prayer, Every head uncovered, . with » deep muttered "Amen" Mhundreds of throats, we formed line, shouldered our weapons and ched off down the Concord road fie wake of the British phalanx. Pwas not long ere we came upon ces of thelr passage. The whole tryside was buzzing like a mon- @warm of furious bees. At every wds new throngs of Minute {and farmers joined us. We were late to check the British attack m Concord, but in ample time to mire it 4 Smith, Plicatrn and the six gndred regulars, after leaving Lex- an, marched pon Concord, meet~ scarcely any opposition, But Paul vere's ride had done its work, Like many beavers, the Concord Batriota had been toiling for hours, md the carefully hourded stores of provisions and arma were well hidden, yen the British reached Concord they fownd they had come upon a fool's errand, And furious enough Aliey, wore at thelr, outwitting. Four husdred and fifty Minute Men were drawn up in front of Concord liberty pole to check the British onslaught, They were headed by old Major But- trie. Capt. Tsaac Davis (leading it among the fa Nas. marched. in with a comp inteers. 5 vt the first volley from the British Payis and many of his company fell dead. Butirick shouted “Fire! In God's name, fire Refore the rifle blast of the Concord patriots the advancing British wav- ered and fell back, They could make mo headway against that force of wif, coldly determined patriots, gs no mere handful of thirty- defenders, as at Lexington. the British were too strong to ushed, The patriots could but ‘their own, The redcoats found isabled a few old cannon, de- yed one or two barrels of flour ‘had not yet been hidden, set fire ePhe eourt-howse and hacked down be “ to i erty pole. Then they turned bagk toward Boston. p Mut it Is easier to thrust one's head 1 a@ hornets’ nest than 10 draw, it forth: ‘in unseathed. Any fool may wal ike a trap. But to walk safely pit of it ngain calls ek than Smith and Pitcal eo 4d. The real excitement of that ost Rlorious of days was but just attren in a. \ ele foll the British in good order, onne with stately tread, in solid bhawans: like some mighty, inhuman, eigtible machine of destruction. And then to the attack we rushed “the men of Concord and Lex- ‘on, ery roadside stone wall we eee poured a deadiy hail of lead into the prim red ranks. Not a bush, a tree or boulder or farmstead outhouse but hid a homespun clad sharpshooter. ‘We were the men of woods and flelds, mon trained from childhood in the use of firearms, men who could drop a tiny squirrel from the loftiest treetop, or stop the course of @ dis-|° tant deer In full fight. iar British held *. ee a mar- t ‘ormation «4 best they might. Hut from every direction poured ts the patriots’ tulle The farmers hung on the column's, flanks like files ~here, there, everywhere—as deadly as Wasps and as hard to corner, Again and again the column was halted, and faced about to meet our attack. But we presented no solid front to their fusiilade. Scarce a man could be found on whom to train their muskets. But from wall, fence, oopse and boulder our leaden messengers sang. And as the march would be resumed, we again flocked to the charge. The British officers shrieked cursed, But to no avail, Here was a lurking, deadly foe, such as no Brit~ ish force had encountered since the Braddock massacre @ score of years earlier, Human nature could not stand It. Mortal nerves could not endure that ceaseless volley which could not be effectively returned, column, from a stately walk, broke into the “double quick.” But they could not shake us off. Across the fields we streamed, to con- front them at each new turn of the road. As snow melts and breaks up under the pelting of spring rain, so the British ranks dissolved beneath steady, stately march to orderly quickstep: from quickstep to wild, terror stricken run. From that to pante rout. Soldiers hurled away muskets and haversacks and rushed in @ mad pell- mell scamper for safety, like a buddle of stampeded sheep. Never before = Britain's proud infantry in such rout. The terrified redcoats ran over their own officers in the frantic attempt to escape the leaden death that every- where clung about them. Could this jostling, screaming horde of scrambling fugitives be the mas- sive war machine of an hour ago? Could the scared wretches that choked the lanes und roadways be the — who had puters Rates at sight of our puny force ington Stimute Men? We discarded caution now and Pressed in upon our fleeing foes, do- ing fearful execution, Back through Lexington poured the stricken redcoat rabble, And at every atep the panic grew more frantic, Out through the streets,across the historic village green they fied. I verily believe in another ten minutes the whole scourged, fear crazed pack must have surrendered to us. But just beyond the bridge were massed a strong regiment of British reinforcements, Lord Percy at their head. In hollow square they were formed, and at every side of the rect- angle bristled level guns and bayonets, As well have charged the stone wall as that formidable defense! We halted in surprise. For we had not thought of the reinforcer which Col. Smith had earlier moned out from Boston. Our chase scemed at an end. Into the safe inclosure of the bay- onet-edged hollow :quare staggered the exhausted redcoat fugitives, fing- ing themselves upon the ground from sheer fatirue, There they lay in the dirt, panting like tired dogs, their tongues hanging out, their chests laboring heavily, their ones spruce uniforms torn and mud caked, Our pause of astonishmeyt was brief. In renewed rage at seeing our prey escape, we hurled ourselves upon the hollow square. Yes, and we, the ill armed farmers of Massachusetts, beat back that solid array of infantry; beat them back by sheer courage and ferocity, so that they turned’ in retreat toward Boston, We hung on their flanks and Dlazed away at them from behind every bit of cover, Under our galling fire (to which they responded flefcely, but with wofully poor effect) the whole British foree retreated, Keeping good order, but neverthe- Jess in full flight, they made their way back to Boston, On that first day of the Revolu- tionary War the British tost full 273 men against our loss of 938. I had taken scant account of my own actions. Firing with scarce a miss, halting to reload, then running on again to the chase, I had worked with a sort of mechanical, uncon- scious precision. But now | saw a homespun lad rise from behind a bush to fire, He caught his toe on a root and fell prone, A half dozen British skir- misherss sprang from the ranks to seize him. I nearer to the boy. J sprang forward, jerked him to his feet, and swung him back out of peril. ‘As L did so @ redcoat clubbed his empty musket and struck for my head. I ducked nimbly. But the blow still fell glancing across my skull, half stunning me, My hot musket dropped to earth and I reeled for an instant helpless. Before I could recover a dozen hands had seized me. A rope pintoned my arms, and I was thrust forward be- tween two files of grenadiers, I was g prisoner, The first Ameri- can prisoner in the Revolutionary War. CHAPTER XI. Near the Noose. IN an anteroom af Government House I cooled my, heels. With bound hands, I sat huddled on a hard bench, A sentinel paced up and down in front of me, Truly distinguished treatment for one farmbred rebel! But, as I was the expedition’s sole captive, { sup- pose they were seeking to make the most of me; In the stuffy, twilit cubbyhole of an anteroom where ! was placed could hear distinetly through the thin partition a furious conversation from the General's study beyond. The talic was apparently at full height as I ar- rived. crape me raw!" Gage was fum- epee nage . | BILL You ARE LUCKY To Poor. NEVER EATEN Too MUCH | HOW LUCKY You Are | “T You MINIS | WouLd Pye HAN ENTOYED EATING NY THANKSGIVING DINNER. IN SOME SWELL PLACE AS ‘you DID Evening World Daily Magazine. Friday, November SAY BILL, HAVE You EVER. HAD (INDIGESTION 2 STOP KIDDING HE, HAVE You EVER HEARD OF A POOR_ MAN HAVING INDIGESTION 2 1 NEVER SAw THAT AMOUNT of Food ‘Yer ing, “but ‘tis @ black disgrace to Eng~ jand’s arms! And I wonder at you, my Lord, that you can stand there so dashed cool and tell me of it.” “Why not?” drawiled a calm, pleas- ant voice that I recognized as Lord Percy's. “There is scant use in gloss- ing over the truth when we chat among ourselves. Of course, when Your Excellency sends report to Eng- land it can be put in whatever light you may choose.” “No light can glaze over the wretched truth.” retorted Gage. “Is there no palliiating circumstance, man, that will help us save our face? Try to think!" “We were thrashed,” replied Percy. “That is all, Thrashed by a swarm of shoddy backwoodsmen. _My own command was but driven hither in good order by them. As to Pitcairn and Smith, their six hundred were forced to run @ monstrous fast foot- race.” “Before a gang of provincial Jouta!" growled the general. “Oh, the shame of it! What will Howe say when he comes back next month? He and the coffee-house wits will gibe and lam- poon us till we be sore to the bon Have we naught to show for the fair? No list of their killed? arms or luggage or prisoners “Some of them were slain,” as- sented Percy, “But scarce one to our three, I fear, As to arme and lug- gage, we captured none, though we left plenty of our own along the route, Prisoners? I doubt if we took any. “Captain,” he called to a man fur- ther down the room, “does your re- port say aught of prisoners?” “The full report is not yet in, my lord," answered the man addressed. “But I ordered that any captives who had been taken should be brought to Government House for dispor be- fore they were sent to the cells, “Have them in, then!” roared Gage. “Have them in, | say! As many of ‘em as can be crowded into the room! Tl wait for no court martial but hang the whole puck as felons, assassins and traitors to the king's majesty.” I heard no more, The sentry before my door entered the anteroom, pulled me roughly to my feet and pushed me, bound and helpless, before him down the corridor to the general's study, The sunset’s rays lighted the long apartment, e for a military sec- retary writing at a@ table near the further window Gage and Lord Percy were the only persons in it Gage's wrathful guzo shot past me through the door, then at the guard serenent who stood on the thresh. old, “Well! Well!” he snarled, be all the rest? Bring ‘em 1 Ito be kept waiting like”: “May it please your excellency,” faltered the sergeant, “there are no others.” “What?” bellowed Gage. “Only one prisoner was taken to- day, your excellency,” answered the sergeant, “There he is,” Gage went purple. He gasped ike a new caught fish, I half thought he would fall into an apoplexy. ‘His majesty’s best regiments have been trounced by @ parcel of yokels,” he sputtered, whirling on Percy, “And all we have to show for it is—this!" He pointed in dramatic contempt at me as he guiped forth the words. Percy's handsome face grew red in an effort to choke back an unbidden emile, So it seems, your excellency,” sald he gravely, “Oh, monstrous! Monstrous!" His goggle eyes roamed the room tn frantic, helpless fury, At last they No here Am rested once more,upon me. “Take him away!” he roared to the sergeant, “Take him away and hang him! I'l send the warrant at once by an orderly. String up the murder- ous traitor, He"-—- But Lord Percy, who had hitherto glanced but casually at me, looked again as Gago spoke, and this time, gf @ sudden, more closely. “Pardon, general!” he broke in now. “May 1 speak with the fellow?” “If you care to soil your Ups by speech with an arrant rebel,” ‘ac- quiesced Gage in sulky surprise. “But to what purpose?” “Are you not the half-witted pro- vinclal who broke in upon his excel- jency’s ball the night before last?” queried Percy. “I did so intrude,” I made answer, “I seldom forget a face,” he ex- claimed in triumph, ‘TI recall the whole thing now, Your excelleney,” leaning toward Gage, "I fear you must e'en forego the tiny morsel of revenge you. promised yourself, This is no rebel." “How? What?" snapped Gage in- credulously, "The deuce you say! But he was caught” ‘He is a nuisance, T am told, and I suppose he were ‘better hange went on Percy, “But, for all that, I fear it would be impolitic to string ‘him up.” “Why not? Who dare gainsay"—— “He is no rebel," pursued Lord Perey, “but a sun-crazed bumpkin whom old Simeon Winthrop sup- ports. L doubt if he were within ten miles of to-day'’s brawling. He is daft on the theme of rebel plots a " reflected Gage, half under his breath. “Old Simeon Winthrop is the most important provincial and the stanchest Tory in all Boston, Just now—especially after to-day's reverse we need all the Colonial sympathy and aid we can win, It would have angered the old Tory, I doubt not, had we strung up his servant, 1 thank you for reminding me, Percy. Let the crazy lout be lodged safely in the madhouse of the town, and”—— “If Winthrop wished him in a mad- house," suggested Lord Percy, “would he not have clapped him into one long since? I fear, your excellency, we would offend almost as much by locking the imbecile up as by string- ing him up. Does it not appear so to you, general?” “As you Will!” grumbled Gare, “Cut the fool's tether, one of you, and turn him loose, But listen, sirrah!" he shouted, once more facing me, “it ever you are seen within the bounds of Government House again, you shall be flogged to the bone, "Tis enough for me to be surrounded by fools in uniform without adding idiots in homespun to my list. Be off The sergeant loosed the bonds on my wrists, wheeled mo about and pointed to the broad stairway leading to the front doors, You may be well assured I needed no second hint. In a trice I was out In the hall and half way down the steps. But as J crossed the threshold of ——————— That Is One of the Myste “THE WHITE ALLEY”: BY CAROLYN WELLS ‘ THE EVENING WORLD'S COMPLETE NOVEL FOR NEXT WEEK It Is the Strangest and Most Interes the street entrance a light touch fell on my shoulder. I turned, startled, Lord Percy was at my side. “My friend,” he drawl quiet, pleasant voice of hi; of godly bent, you may say prayers of thanks this night. For your neck was parlous near to the noose just now. ‘Tis lucky I chanced to be there. You are no more ‘crazed than am I. Nor are you a servant of Simeon Winthrop. But since ‘twas Mistress Marjory's sweet whim to say so, why, who am I to gainsay her? I return you to her with my humblest respects. ‘Tell her so, pray you. And—you are a plucky fellow. You fought i this day. I saw you. Better luck attend you next time!” On the last word he was gone and T passed, marvelling, into the street. I had in a @ingle half hour witnessed all that was worst and all that was best in British military life of the 1 set off toward Revere'a shop, right doubtful of my welcome there, But as [ came around tho corner of Milk Street I saw something that drove all other thoughts from my mind. Hastening toward me, very evidently on her way to Government House, was Marjory Winthrop. 1 halted at sight of her. Here— far more than with Revere—had 1 good reason to doubt receiv- ing any rapturous welcome. When jJast IT had seen this dainty beauty I had scourged her with the lash of my brutal anger. I had left her crouch- ing, heartbroken, alone, in a ghostly belfry, at dead of night and far from home, while [had hastened away, deaf to her sobbing appeals, to wreak mischief to the cause she loved, ‘Truly 1 can scarce blame my own cowardice that [ stood stock-still there, watching her come toward me in the dying sunset, and daring neither to aceost her nor to slink away uobserved, Then she saw me, CHAPTER XII. I Reap My Reward. Y Fa, she saw and knew me. Our eyes met, and for the briefest instant we stood finite! facing eaeh other, moveless, silent-she tiny and in- graceful in her flowered dress, high bred, aristocratle air of bers; I gigantic in my torn, blood-stained, muddy blue sult. ‘Then, with @ little cry, she sprang toward were her white hands her lovely face both etched; me outst you I_ muttered, utterly dumfounded at the joy that transfigured her, hey suid you were captured,” she hurried on, still unconsciously leaving her little hands close clasped in my rough palma, “And Gen, Gage swore he would hang every prisoner that was taken to-day, I was now on my way to plead with him for your life. rv, and Yet— Disapp sin ¢ Detective Story of the Y. 1 exclaimed. A buo- “You know, then?" “You've heard”— be 4 I know everything. dred others know. the friendship of every patriot In Boston, You have"—~ “Pha ‘friendship? I echoed. “I left here a rabid Tory. I galloped after Revere to stop him at all haz- ards from bearing the warning to Concord. I even drew pistol on him anes ‘And single-handed you sought to charge the British line at Lexington,” she broke in exultantly. “Men say you fought like @ tiger, that you fired until your rifle was too hos to hold, and that every shot of yours brought down @ redcoat, That it was in sav- ing another from capture or death that you were—made prisoner, Oh, the story of your deeds has preceded you. —— ‘Tia an exaggeration,” I mumbled, horribly embarrassed at her eager sraise and at the hero-worship that lazed in her big eyes. “They make too much of what a thousand others did far better, I-—I myself scarce know how f chanced to turn, in a breath, from Tory to rebel. "Twas laughable! I"'—- “You did not turn so in a breath,” whe broke in. “You were ever a patriot at heart, though you knew It not. And ever you were but waiting the right hour to find (t out I knew it from the moment, a month ago, when you seized the soldier who stole my fan. So did Master Revere. We knew, and-—we waited Would I otherwise have so employed you to flash the signal from North Church belfry? Yet it pained me sore that In the instant you learned what you had done, your heart did not tell you on which side you belonged, But I knew full well that you must learn it this day when first the British ould clash with the patriots, 'T that reason I let you foliow F “You let m follow him?" I re- peated, half amused, half amazed urely you did all in mortal power to hold me back!" She smiled up at bright tears that welled in her eyes— and it was a ghost of the gay, im- perilous smile that I had known so well. “Master Sessions,” she said quietly, “In my cloak last night [ bore two loaded and primed pistols. — Pistol shooting is not deemed fit pastime for @ woman; yet such slight skill at it vo [ that at fifty paces I can bring a flying swallow, Think you I need ha t you escape to check Paul Revere had I not wished to?" eyed her in dumb bewilderment When, I wonder, will the wisest man me through the learn to understand the simplest woman? She laughed at my discomfiture; then she grew grave. “You have not yet told me bow you got free,” she sald, And briefly I told her, “Yeu, ‘tls like Percy—or lke Howe. Both ‘are strange, whimsical men, who hide big hearts under @ cynical, dissolute extort Had either of them his own way, the fate of the patriots, I doubt not, would be far different, But each must obey harah, So, each obeys in the unjust orders. Would there loast brutal way he can ‘were more like them!" Down the winding street, from to- ward Government House, came the tramp of running feet. We glanced at each other; and the sane thought came to us both “It is you!" she panted. “It is you they seek!” 1 drew myself up. “If it be so,” I made reply, "I am too spent and too weary to Oy. I must or B Carol o’en maké such defense as I can. For, if they have learned their error about ™o, then capture means im.” Ohi" @he cried in hot remorse, “And TI have kept you standing here in peril! Quick!” her eyes aweeping our near vicinity for points of van- tage. “Into the vestibule of this cloned bah shop!" |, as Wan ever my Wont, I blindly obeyed her. “Knoel down!” she . And again I obeyed, I looked up, to nee her standing listlessly, her back to me, her furbelowed, caped dress and cloak quite filling the front of the short passage, Oh, it Was a ridiculous position for & grown moan to be in—and it was a shameful thing to hide, literally, be- hind @ woman's skirts! At tie thought I half rose from my crouching posture, But she heard me, and witapered impertously: “Back! They are rounding the oor- ner just above, And I was right. ruard. ‘Young Capt. Wyatt to fend: oung ‘yatt is lead- are searching every doorway and angie—for something.” “Halt!” camo a command in the high-pitched nasal tone affected by youthful officers of that period. The sbuffling footsteps ceased. in the same high voice apoke in, this time in accents much modulated by. pees, if not by admiration as "tT orave your pardon, Mistress Winthrop, for daring to trouble your ears with so vulgar a matter. But we be sent, hetfoot, in chase for a rebel who by mistake was but now set free at Government House. He was soon to pass into the street, walking slowly. He cannot have gone far.” “A rebel?” Haped Marjory in the allly “die-away” tones much cultl- vated then by women of fashion. “A rebel? Ob, la, sir! In there but one reed left “Prodigious witty!" applauded the officer, “No, the town swarms with the pests, and the whole countryside as well; but the special one we seek ‘was a prisoner caught in to-day's riots at Lexington.” Proagy a ye gy Mar- ry. “But, Capt. sure ici that his excellency was to all taken in to-day's braw- ling. did he not bang this fol- low wile he had him? Why eet him free?” “"Twas 9 rere binnder,” murmured the captain, alnking his voice ao his men could not hear—“a rare bli Split me, else! The rogue claimed be no at all, but @ peaceful ser- vant of your father’s, And—odd enough—Lord Percy backed the vil- lein’s words. Percy is a: 5 and, I doubt not, mistook the man for anothér. His excellency turns the vile scoundrel loose, mind you, as a compliment to your worthy father. Not five ge ae ay ved your father S3 turn he ‘has just setting his ‘servant’ free. And your father declares, in @ pas- sion, that he has no such servant at all, So off we are sent to” —— “What like was this rebel you And you have Won geek?’ “He is a giant of a fellow, with a shock of yellow hair, and clad in blue clothes of Colonial cut,” began the captain; “and he’— “A” very as powerful of fine ‘arjory caught him up. ‘I saw him not two minutes And I noted his looks no less than his speed; for he was running like mad, Doubtless he walked slow- ly till out of sight of Government House, and then"— “Which way went he?” broke tn the captain in eager interest. “Down to yonder alley. And then he whipped about the corner to the left toward the Common, “Maroh! Double quick! high-pitched orders, The sound of running martial feet again broke upon my ears and fast died away in the distance, “Alaa! hed Marjory in mingled relief and comic remorse. “What am i coming to? I was ever a truthful |. I scorned to lie and T loathed a Yet here, in three brief days, T told two amazing lies, An in your behalf. The first, verily believe, that ever seared my lps. And yet—somehow I cannot feel for them the grief I should. There!” in & more businesslike tone. ‘The last of the searchers has turned the far corner, You are safo for the mo- ment, But what next? “I owe you my life, my freedom!" I replied, rising and looking down at her with a gaze that somehow brought the red flush back to her pale cheeks, "I owe all to you. That ts tho sweetest part of my liberty—ot my life itself—that I am in your dear debt for it, Marjory. I She had heard me with glowing face and with parted Ups, Her wondrous yes I could not read, But they had never left mine came the Now, midway in my mad, impul- sive speech, a look of utter terror flashed over ber face and she screamed, A hairy, brown hand had reached forward from amid the deepening shadows of the street beyond, and was dragging her bodily away from me, E Position at the entrance to the short vestibule. ‘Thus, to apy one passing along the street she was visible while I was not, Then, as she screamed, a rough nglish voloe drawled: Whist! I choke that throat of yours if you ery out, my lady! You know me? Of course not! But it was through you that Sir William ordered me fifty lashes on the back and fifty days in the guardhouse, For snatch- ing your fan. Through Pitcairn | was let loose to-day, And now you'll pay CHAPTER XII. 1 Am Outlawed. XCEPT that she had turned to face me, Marjory had not hitherto moved from her for what you've caused me. Your purse! And those rings! Quick!" I take shame that my weariness and ss ama © had thus long held me spellbound, But, as the fellow ap- parently snatched for the purse at her girdle, Marjory eried my name in appeal, Then, all my fatigue gone, I was out of the vestibule at one bound, Then we were at doath-grips Speechless, tense, ferocious, we ” ete & ” eae n Wells . fought. He was a powerful, wiry man. T_ was exhausted from the day's ad- venture, Ho seemed to feel his ad- Yentage, for he fought me like a wild How T yearned for the n= iharae ad eas rs "i So strong, his mauac! ean endure only just so much without rest, Strive as I that strangling clutoh. fol was well nigh at end. Breathless and choking, 1 could endure little Kor. No man likes to appear badly in a Woman's eyes. It is vanity’s death blow to allow the woman one loves to see one overthrown in fair fight. T could eso 4 the scorn in ep proud little face when my foe id stand exultant over me, And with that mental vision oame madness. My strength, like Samson's of old, rushed back upon me for one fleeting instant, goaded Into action by fear of a woman's acorn. And in that brief moment I had torn the soldier's grip from my throat, bad caught him up in my arma and flung him from me. So great was this sudden a of false strength that he fell prone, half stunned, to the cobblestones. Then toward him, Luckily," the fall had knocked out some of his wits or he must have noted my helpless plight. seeing me bearing down upon him, he scrambled to his feet in. a trice, whipped off hie muddied hurled it full in my face to baffle my pursuit, and took incontinently to his heels. ‘Yot, over his shoulder, as he ran, he shouted back in jmpotent rage: “You are the rebel they seek! T was at the corner and heard her send Capt. Wyatt and his squad on a false @oent. Th rouse the hue and ery for you at the ‘ks. You, and she shall lodge in jail, too, for aiding a felon and enemy of the King. Yaht ‘Twill be short shrift for the palit of lo was gone, and I turned to look at Marjory. She was eyeing mo with flushed, excited face, “Oh, you were splendid! she cried impulsively. “It seemed for the mo- ment that he was overcoming you. But you shook hin off, like a Heroules and"— “You heard what he said?” T broke “He will keep hin word. The huc and cry will ge bac after me. Yes, and after you, too,’ “T fear are right,” she sighed. “Well, it to come one day. And I have done country some slight service ere they found me out. I am not un} — “But that the ex: should come through aiding me!" [ exclaimed. “It is for that I cannot forgive myself.” “For whose sake could it have bet- come?” she asked gently. “And ere'n, He ter now take me to Master wa fans months ago for this. very tions mo! My j Agel As ee ee éver prepared r all contingencies. cir Master 1 argued. ag bene “Why not to your fat! Har bright, eyes brimmed suddenly with tears. father and 1,” she sald “havo ever been est! And my mother’s death he has scareo troubled to see me once a month. Now that he learns I am triot, he will cast me off as Fe, 5 Fooly) a leper. No, it is to Master I must 60, as do all who are in trouble. “Revere will expect you? You are sure?’ “Yos, Even now he himself is mak- ing ready with his wife and children to flee to-night. Boston is too hot to hold such man after to-day's k. He has a cottage at Lexing- ton, ‘Thither his family ate going. And they will take me” CHAPTER XIV. When Love Was King. RAY dawn—or, rather, the slow paling of a black night. And under the faint gleam a horde of two thousand five hundred swarming orea- ture: arce human in their crouching attitudes, rushing here and there, toil- ing like mad at some strange task. The scene was the crest of one of two twin hills that reared their blunt heads above the lower ground of the Charlestown district. 4 The time was June 17, 1775 The characters of the dawning drama were the self-styled Continen~ tal army, ‘The sun, whose approach now faintly whitened the east, was that day to look down on the most stir- ring, epoch-making scene in all Amer- ican history—the battle of Bunker Hill; whieh, by the way, was not fought on Bunker Hill at all Will you bear with me while I stoh, in a mere mouthfyl of words, ite create of the two monthe that bad elapsed since the night when, dis- rived as & British grenadier, [ bad caped from, Hoston with, Marjory and the Reveres? Wien Fa of Concord and Lexington had s like wildfire through the thirteen Colonies, And it was a wild- fire that set ablaze the long-gatherest fuel of hatred, vengeance and yoarn- ‘or Mberty. hen was the central point of tock. ‘Tho British garrison th to its supreme disgust, found itself prac- tically in a state of siege. The bills, the woods, the Villages around the city were alive with Yankee militia; too weak to storm the town, but too rong to be driven away. si ereel Putnam, with some 8,200 Minute Men and recruits, pressed as close upon the elty as be dared, mak~ ing Cambridge bis headquarte ‘On the night of June 16 Putnam and Col. Prescott segretly marched a body of 2,500 militia to Charlestown, Their orders were to take and fortify Bun- ker Hill, thus to have at least one stronghold that should overlook and monace Boston, ‘To this day no one knows exactly why the plan was altered at the last minute; so that not Bunker Hill, But the nearby Breed’s Hill was chosen, The conflict there will always he known as tho battle of Bunker Hilt Yet, as every one should know, tt was really the battle of Broed’s Hil. Here was the position: A hill, rlay ing above the low ground that sloped to the water, On the opposite side of the river, Boston, To the right of our hill lay Charlestown. ‘To attack us the British must cross the river and mount the hill. So much for history, Now, back to my story: (To Ba Continued.) guns