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passed upon him, inasmuch as he never offered his ser- another hour or two that sun would shine upon him no vice to you, nor in any way disguised his intentions; more for ever, that he should be sleeping in the dark, cold but, on the contrary, made no secret that he had thrown grave, and Bertha left alone in her tears. He looked up up his commission in the royal army on my account, to at the sunlight broken by the massy iron bars, and serve me and mine. Had he drawn his sword on your through it to that great mustering ground beyond the behalf, or pledged himself to support your cause—bad grave, and had faith that he should again meet her and evil as I believe it to be still had he once done there, when all tears would be wiped from her eyes, this, then held communication with a royal garrison, and the sound of sorrow never more be heard. He felt and endeavored to obtain a force from it, to attack those it was hard to die, and leave one he so dearly loved amid whom he had enlisted, then I would myself have behind, harder to sit and count the minutes, and to adjudged him deserving of death as a spy, a traitor, and know that by the time the sunlight had fallen upon the a double-faced enemy. But he has done none of these chink of the third stone from the wall, he should he no things, and if he did assume a false and friendlike more. He could see the shadow move while he gazed ; appearance, it was surely pardonable in the face of such it had but to pass over three more stones, and then the a force, and under such circumstances as he had to con-hour would arrive, when the last sounds he would hear tend with. He who offends his king to serve his friend, would be the ringing of the arquebuses, and all would will not be one of the first to go over and join that be over. Why had he not fallen in the field of battle, in friend's enemies." As he ceased speaking, he looked at the heat and hurry of the strife, where men had no time the prisoner-a look that told him how much he to think of death, but with their own hand hewed their regretted ever having thought otherwise, and which way to glory or the grave? Oh! how different from called up a smile to the countenance of Thurlby, who, being shot at like a dog, with no power to turn upon throughout, had stood calm and collected, more like a the enemy. What would he not give to have one final spectator than the victim that was to be sacrificed struggle with Thrapstone, even without weapons, and Only the tears of Bertha had moved him, as they fell his enemy armed to the teeth! He rose under the one by one on his fettered hands, and that was when he emotion, and felt that only with his bare hands he could forgot, for the moment, his manacles, and endeavored tear his hypocritical enemy limb from limb. He looked to raise them to wipe the fast-flowing drops from her terrible in his anger, with his flashing eyes and clenched beautiful face. He offered no defence, and the few fists, and in his deep excitement heard not the door of words he uttered were expressive of the contempt he the prison open until he saw his own beautiful Bertha felt for his enemy, for the colonel had not the courage standing by his side. Whaley had admitted her without to meet the gaze of his flashing and angry eyes. Hav- consulting his colonel, and he was so much beloved by ing ordered the soldier, who acted as secretary during his men, that not one would refuse to obey his orders. the trial, to see the sentence carried into execution at It was a painful meeting-heart-breaking to know that the hour he had named, he commanded Thurlby to be on this side of the grave they would never meet again! led back to prison, and prohibited the admission of any So young, and so much as they loved each other, all the visitor without his written permission.
more fondly, all the more madly, through knowing that Bertha had fainted away in her father's arms, before they must now part for ever—that he would never more her lover was removed, and when she recovered there look into the clear heaven of those beautiful eyes, that was only Sir Cuthbert and her tiring-maid in the apart- she should never again clasp his manly form nor hang ment; all the rest had departed, the colonel to meditate any more round his neck; he, that he should no more opon the measures he should take against Whaley, and feel the weight of that sweet burden ; she, that the to pass away the feverish hours as he best could, until warm heart, which then beat against her, would soon the sentence was executed, for he resolved not to be be cold, and motionless, and dead. Oh! it was pitiful! present at the death. The troopers seemed discon- very pitiful! and as he held her weeping in his arms, he tented, and those that were told off and commanded to saw the shadow creeping towards the edge of the fatal hold themselves in readiness with loaded arquebuses, stone, which marked the limit of his life, which, when when the son marked the hour of twelve upon the dial, the sun had passed over, would leave him, like it, in went away sullen and silent, having no heart to do shade and darkness, on that dim and mysterious borderwhat their favorite lieutenant disapproved of. A gloom land. Kisses, and tears, and sobs, and hopes of heaven, and a melancholy seemed to have settled upon the sen | and glimpses of the great hereafter—what more could tinels that were stationed about the Hall, which the there be ? He could scarcely turn his thoughts to sunshine of that sweet June morning was unable to heaven, with so much to love beside him; no, he would dispel.
rather have remained with her, than have occupied the Without, all was sunshine and song, for nature catches throne of the highest angel. Oh, love! oh, death! while not the stain of crime, nor the feeling of sadness, caused they stood entwined together, as if they never more by the deeds of man. The bee went humming in and could part, the stern sentinel threw open the ironout between the sun-dyed woodbines, and the plashed studded door that grated harshly on its rusty linges, moss-roses. The murinur of the bees and the singing and exclaimed, “It's time;" and so he unwound her of the birds came in with the sunshine through the beautiful arms, he saw where the shadow fell upon the grated window of the prison, under which the young stone, and he placed her gently and senseless beside it, Cavalier sat, low, sad, and silent, as he thought that in before he was led out to execution.
With a quivering lip, his head half averted, and he was a stranger. Thurlby made an attempt as if to turned, with a mournful look, in the direction where raise his hand and press that of the kind lieutenant ; he had left Bertha senseless, Reginald Thurlby passed but he could not, as his arms were pinioned. Whaler out of the Chase-prison, without a feeling of fear at saw his intention in a moment, and bade one of the meeting the death he was doomed to receive, thoughtroopers release his arms, as he exclaimed, “ Cut those sad pangs were gnawing like vultures at his heart, at base cords—a brave soldier who dies doing his duty the thoughts of the bitter and hopeless misery in which needs not dragging to his death, bound like an or." she whom he so fondly loved, and from whom in this The trooper gladly obeyed him, while the soldier who world he had for ever parted, would be left. Stepping held a commission below Whaley, and who had been into the sudden sunshine dazzled his eyes for a moment, appointed by Thrapstone to see the sentence executer?, and he would have come in contact with the stem of a said, “But this is against the colonel's commands, who tree, at a turning of the embowered walk which led to ordered me on no account to unbind hiin," the lawn, had not one of the troopers placed his band “Then obey his commands," said Whaley, placing his on his arm. That slight touch recalled him to himself, hand on his heavy sabre. The soldier drew back. and in a moment he stood upright, and walked with as “The time is expired," said he. “Arquebusiers form firm a step as the boldest soldier that guarded him. I the line." When he reached the centre of the smooth velvet lawn, "The time is, when the prisoner says he is ready, and he found Whaley and the old clergyman ready to receive not until then," exclaimed Whaley. him; for, although the brave lieutenant had sworn that “Then I shall retire from the command, and report to he would take no part in the execution, he could not our colonel, thatresist being present.
“I kicked you out of your commission like a cur and "I have not the power to reverse this unjust sen- a time-server as you are,” said the lieutenant, uplifting tence,” said Whaley, speaking with an emotion to which his foot as he spoke, and sending him half across the
lawn with his heavy jack-boot, then bidding his arque- | bling in every limb, could give no commands, and busiers form in line.
Whaley stood grimly looking on, resolved that the After such an explosion the fiery lieutenant appeared responsibility of the defeat should fall where it belonged, more calm, and, retiring to the opposite side of the and Thrapstone's cowardice be thoroughly exposed in lawn, he paced thoughtfully to and fro, leaving Thurlby the proper quarter. and the pastor to their meditations, out of hearing The capture was so rapid, and the rescue so entire, of the troopers, though still within range of their fire- that in a few minutes Thurlby was returning the warm arms.
| and friendly grasp of Cleveland. Sir Cuthbert had retired to a room at the back of the “Body o me,” exclaimed he, “I deemed not that Hail to pass the time in prayer until the fiery knell rung thou wert so near falling into the clutches of death's upon his ears, for he could not muster courage to see head and cross-bones as this. Why, thy pretty bird in his young companion die.
bower would have wept out her bright eyes, an we " It is a journey we must all take, my dear young | had been a few minutes later. But this sharp ride friend,” said the clergyman, addressing Reginald, as he has whetted our appetites. I will but give an order to held the closed prayer-book in his hand; "the only dif- shoot the whole of these crop-eared Puritans, then see ference is, that thine is a quicker passage; preferable, if the Chase larder is still worthy of its former good perhaps, after all, to a brave heart and an impatient spi- name." rit, to the days and nights of agony and suffering which And he was about to turn round and give an order the afflicted have often to endure as they toss to and for the execution of the Parliamentary troopers and the fro on their restless couches, and think the time long preparation for dinner in the same breath, when coming that bringeth the end."
| Thurlby interceded, and by a few words interested the The pastor then persuaded him to kneel beside him, colonel in behalf of Whaley. and offer up a prayer to Heaven. Reginald did so, and Only one life was lost, amid the random shots fired when the pastor arose, he still remained kneeling with by the Royalists, and not one of Whaley's troops closed eyes, and the troopers with levelled arquebuses regretted it, as the bullet struck the time-server whom drew a few strides nearer, then paused, and looked | Thrapstone had promoted and the lieutenant chastised. towards Whaley for the signal to fire; but the lieutenant He fell dead on the very spot where Thurlby had knelt waved them back, for he saw Thrapstone and the sol- a moment or two before. dier whom he had so unceremoniously dismissed “What an uncouth Mercury you sent on so important approaching, and it needed no second glance to tell that a mission,” said Cleveland ; “the fellow had neither hat the colonel was overboiling with rage.
nor boots, and confessed to stealing the sorry nag he The dark spot gathered on Whaley's brow, and the was mounted on, which was without either saddle or cowardly colonel trembled as he looked upon it, while bridle. Not but what he got a taste of the latter, for the brave words he was about to utter clave to his appearing before a royal fortress in so sorry a plight, tongue, and the lieutenant was the first to speak, which and it was the loud objection he made to the reward he did by drawing his sword and saying, “ There is my offered that first drew my attention to the fellow. He answer for what I have done. Are you ready to said he had escaped from the Ohase-prison, and he had receive it? For the rest I shall answer to General | the hang-dog look of a thorough jail-bird.” Cromwell."
“Then my messenger, who was intercepted, must "Soldiers, advance, and make Lieutenant Whaley pri- have escaped," said Reginald. soner," exclaimed the colonel.
“He did so, by the aid of a young wench about the “Keep in your ranks, iny brave companions," said Hall-his sweetheart, I believe. He stole out bareWhaley ; " you were never backward to obey my com-footed and bare-headed, and away he ran in this condiloands in battle, though he," pointing to the coloneltion until he found a bare-backed steed, when he came with a look of contempt, “ was never present to lead over hedge and ditch, catching a stray horse every now you on."
and then as he could when he had ridden the others, At that moment a shout was heard, accompanied by down, and, most unfortunately for his own back, the the clatter of hoofs, and the clang of steel. Thurlby | last one he mounted, and which he rode up to Greysprang to his feet. Whaley gave a rapid glance down thorpe, belonged to a sturdy yeoman, one of my own the valley, and then rushed to the head of the troops. troopers, so that he came up to the fortress red-handThrapstone turned deadly pale. The sounds drew ed,' and was receiving punishment for the well-intennearer. Thrapstone saw that his revenge was endan- tioned theft, when his cries assailed my ears—fortugered. He mustered courage to act. “Fire!" shouted nately for your and your pretty bird—and I soon underhe; “soldiers, do your duty !" .
stood enough to sound the trumpet to 'boot and sad* At your peril!" thundered Whaley. “The enemy dle,' and here we are. But my throat is husky, and I are upon us.”
trust these crop-eared rascals have not emptied every The approaching horsemen now came dashing up the flask in the cellars." avenue, headed by the Royalist Colonel Cleveland. In And so this brave and reckless soldier ran on, talking an instant the Parliamentarians were surrounded. The as carelessly of matters connected with life and death force was an overwhelming one, and the resistance was as he did of women and wine, for he was as ready to but faint and scattering. Thrapstone, terrified and trem- | draw his sword and rush into the heat of battle at a moment's warning, as he was to sit down and empty | if he would have liked to kick him to conceal his a flask.
emotion. The ringing of the shots aroused the good old knight, We must pass over the meeting of Reginald and Sir Cuthbert Olipstone, from his prayers, and he came Bertha. The poor girl could scarcely at first compreforth like another Priam to beg the body of his Hector hend the extent of the good news that was brought to
-for Reginald Thurlby was then as dear to him as his her; but when he was led to her, the joy that flooded own son had ever been; and as the old man came down her heart and soul was almost too much for her to bear. the Hall steps wiping the tears from his tears, the heart She fell fainting at his feet. She awoke raving, and of Cleveland heaved, and his voice faltered as he so continued many hours. Sense, however, dawned at embraced him. Bertha had long before been borne last. A calm, rich, full joy followed. away senseless to bed: the parting from her lover had. “I thank thee, Heaven !” she muttered many times. been more than she could endure, and for many hours I need not tell you how Reginald and Bertha became her life was despaired of, though the old Leech never united; how they lived many, many years at Clipstone, once quitted her chamber.
happy and devoted to each other to the last; nor need I After embracing Cleveland, the aged knight threw follow the fortunes of the other characters. Thrapstone himself into Thurlby's arms and wept like a child ; and was disgraced by Cromwell before the whole army. there was more than one among the Parliamentary pri- Honest Whaley got to be a colonel eventually himself, soners who turned aside their heads at that painful and Sir Cuthbert lived long enough to see a brood meeting, and thanked Heaven that their arquebuses of happy grandchildren around him. were still loaded, although they had surrendered tu the Clipstone Hall still exists, crumbling now, and overCavaliers.
grown with ivy-uninhabited, visited only by the Down Whaley's sun-browned cheeks the tears trickled curious—an object of interest for its great antiquity, like summer rain, and he looked on Thrapstone as and as a fine specimen of the ancient manor-house.
A TALE OF TO-DAY, IN BEVEN CHAPTERS.
BY OLI V E R BUNCE,
AUTHOR OR "LOVE IN '76," "BLANORB DEARWOOD,"' BTO.
CHAPTER 1.-FATHER AND SON. “Four o'clock,” said my father, " and there comes “Don't know, Imy. It's very strange all 'round. the carriage over the hill. Exact to a minute, as he ever A very old friend, father says, but it is denced queer | was !"
never heard him mention his name until within three “Bless me! what an odd-looking carriage !” burst weeks. I'm a little puzzled, I must confess." out my sister Imogene, who had hastened to the win- “Oh, then you condescend to be curious, like the rest dow, and was peeping through the blinds.
of us." "Odd enough, and old enough,” said the supercilious “Don't shoot those blunt little arrows, Imy. They I, flinging down my pen upon the page which I was hurt nobody." writing, and turning to watch the approach of the “Blunt, perhaps, but they hit the mark." vehicle ; " and I suppose its contents will prove equally “Bless me, Imy, is that meant for a pun?” ancient and rather more odd.”
“Isn't it a good one ?" “Young gentleman,” replied my father drily, “I " Puns, my dear girl, are poor wit.” have known men of fifty, who could have tripped the “So everybody says who can't make them. But do heels of Master Mark Adonis, even at that inconceiva- tell me, Mark, about Mr. Clarefield. Don't you think bly old age."
| Harold singularly handsome ?” “Bear that in mind, Mark, by all means,” roguishly “I can't say I do. He's singularly like his fatherput in my sister, “ your vanity is really beyond expres- | that's all I noticed.” sion."
“ Beautiful eyes, Mark, and such a sweet, sad expres“ 'Pon my soul, Imy, like the fugitive, you cry thief sion.” the loudest of the crowd."
As she spoke, the door opened, and the subject of “Good gracious, you don't mean to call me vain ?" her remark appeared in the doorway. He stepped
"Put up your foils, you clumsy bunglers," inter- into the room and lifted his hat from his head. He rupted my father, where they are at the door.”
was slightly embarrassed, and cast furtive glances about The carriage was a high, swinging, huge barouche of the room. the time of the Revolution-cumbersome, capacious, “I am sent,” said he nervously, “ by Mr. Harlow—" seedy, and uncomfortable. A negro was on the box, “And I am Mark Harlow," said I, jumping up and and upon the open seats were two personages-a man going over to give my hand," and this is my sister, of about fifty, and a youth of not more than eighteen. | Imogene." My father went out upon the piazza to receive them. He shook hands in a nervous, impulsive manner with The eldest sprang from the carriage and took my father's both of us, but without speaking, and then sat down. hand. He was tall, dark, hollow-cheeked, hollow- I could see then, that if not handsome, there was a eyed, with iron grey locks, and a sad, calın, manner. peculiar fascination about his features, that caught and He bowed his head in response to my father's words of held magnetically the eye that looked upon them. I welcome, but did not speak. I observed, however, have said that his cheek was pale, but that word that the hands of the two men remained for some mo- hardly expresses the strange pallor which overspread, ments in each other's grasp, and I could see that our and almost animated his countenance-a paleness that visitor's manner was in some way understood and ap- was lustrous and lit up by an inward light, and over preciated by my father.
which his large dark eyes, which at one moment were The stranger now turned, and taking by the hand his shadowed in blankness, at another, flashing up like a companion, who stood on the gravel-walk leaning upon blaze in a forest, seemed to fling shadows of sorrow the carriage door, presented hiin to my father.
and thought. I have never looked upon a face that The relationship between the two new comers was so entranced me. I could not withdraw my eyes very evident. It needed but a single glance to see that from it, and became so absorbed in its conteroplation they were father and son. The boy possessed the as to forget my duties as a host. Imy (everybody elder's features and cast of countenance-the sunken calls her Imy, and so I prefer to have the reader loo eyes, the forehead covered with thick locks, the pale, so) was the first to speak. She said a simple woni thin cheek, the compressed, sad lips, even the same or two about his journey, fatigue, &c., to which lie reserved and gloomy manner.
| answered briefly, almost curtly. My father led them in, but to my suprise, not into “Our northern country compares unfavorably with the apartment where we had all been gathered.
your tropical scenes," said I, after another moment's “ Mark, who is Mr. Clarefield ?” exclaimed my sister, silence. abruptly turning to me.
“I don't know. I am familiar with the Sonth