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STORY My Lady of Doubt By Randall Parrish Author of “'Loom Undmr Firm/* "My Lady of thm North** and othmr mtorimm ILLUSTRATIONS BY HENRY THIEDE Oop/ritfht, A. C. McClurg A u BYNOPBIS. Major Lawrence, son of Judge Law rence of Virginia. whose wife was a Lee. Is sent on a perilous mission by Oen. ■Washington. Just after the winter at Val ley Forge. Disguised In a British uni form Lawrenco arrives within the enemy's lines. The Major attends a great fete and saves the “Lady of the Blended Hose" from mob. He later meets the girl at a brilliant ball. Trouble Is started over a waltz, ami Lawrence Is urged by his partner. Mistress Mortimer (The Lady of the Blended Rose), to make his escape Lawrence Is detected as a spy by Captain Grant of the British Army, who agrees to a duel. The duel Is stopped by Grant’s friends and the spy makes a dash for liberty, swtrqmlng a river following a nar row escape. The Major arrives at the shop of a blacksmith, w’ho Is friendly, and knows the Lady of the Blended Rose. Captain Grant and rangers search black smith shop In vain for the spy. Law rence Joins the minute men. Grant and fils train are captured by the minute men. Lawrence Is made prisoner by an Indian find two white men. who lock him in a strong cell. Peter advises Lawrence not to attempt to escape as "some one" would send for him. Grant's appearance adds mystery to the combination of cir cumstances. Lawrence again meets the Lady of the Rlended Rose, who Informs him that he Is In her house: and that she was In command of the party that cap tured him. The captive Is thrust Into a dark underground chamber when Captain Grant begins a search of the premises. After digging his way out. Lawrence finds the place deserted. Evidence of a battle and a dead man across the thres hold. Col. Mortimer, father of the Lady of tho Blended Rose, finds his home In ruins. Capt. Grant Insists that Lawrence be strung up at once. Miss Mortimer ap pears. explains the mystery and Law rence Is held a prisoner of war. CHAPTER XX.—Continued. I comprehended the plan In a flash. She had discovered a sentry money would buy; to lead the others away long enough to effect my escape, Peter had taken to the woods with a gun. Whether he escaped or was captured, the delay would be short. With the knowledge came action. I bore the unresisting Ranger to the floor, hurl ing down the tray of food he bore in a mass of broken crockery, and bound him hand and foot, leaving the fellow lying across the open doorway. He was without arms, except his heavy gun, which I left beside him. An In stant I paused to ask a question, hold ing aloft the lantern bo as to see his face. “Now, man. speak quick; you were given some word for me? Some In structions how I was to get away?" “Sure; but ye drew those cords light! You are to go upstairs, out the front door, and turn to the right; there’B a horse In the thicket beyond the summer house. Damnation, loosen that ankle rope, will ye?” I gave It a twitch, but felt little com passion for the fellow, and ran up the steps, leaving the lantern below. I knew the way even In the dark, and experienced little trouble In feeling my passage. 1 met with no Interference, and beard no sound, the house seem ingly deserted. Ouly as I opened the front door could I hear distant. Irreg ular firing to the northwest Assured that no guard remained, I flung my self recklessly over the porch rail onto the-smooth turf of the lawn. The dim outlines of the latticed summer house could be discerned not thirty feet dis tant, and I started toward It unhesi tatingly. I had made half the distance when a horse neighed suddenly to my right, and, startled at the sound. 1 fell flat, creeping cautiously forward into the shadow of a low bush. I had risen to my knees, believing the animal must be the one left there for my use, when I heard the growl of a voice, a man’s voice, from out the summer house. For an instant I could not locate the sound nor distinguish it clearly; then a sentence cut the air so distinctly that I recognized the speaker. Grant! What was he doing here? Had we delayed too long? Had Fagin’s pur suers returned? If so, why was he there in the summer house, and with whom was he conversing? I crouched ( back listening, afraid to move. “I saw the gleam of your white skirt as I rounded the house,” he ex claimed. “By Gad, I thought the horse was going to bolt with me. Fine bit of luck this, finding you out here alone. What's going on out yonder?” “There was an attack on the horse guard, and Mr. Beldon Is In pursuit But bow does It happen you have re turned alone? Haa anything occurred to my father?" I Judged from the aound that he seated himself before answering, and there was a hesitancy aufllclently no ticeable, so as to cause the girl to ask anxiously: "He has not been Injured?" "Who, the colonel I” with a short laugh. “No fear of that while pursu ing those fellows; they ride too fast, ai\d are scattered by now all the way from here to the Atlantia Probably a squad of the same gang out there lighting Seldon. Trouble with the colonel Is he takes the affair too seri ously; Imagines he la actually on the trail, r.nd proposes to remain out all night 1 became tired of such foolish ness and rode back." "You mean you left? Deserted?” "Oh, hardly that," lastly. “You see I was sent out with a detachment to ride down the Lewiston road. I mere ly left my sergeant In command and turned my borße's head this way I can be back by morning, and I wanted to see you." “To see me. Captain Grant! You disobeyed my father’s orders to ride back and see me? 1 hardly appreciate the honor." "Oh, I suppose not,” bis. tone grown suddenly bitter. “But 1 am here Just the same, and propose carrying out my Intention. What do you think I am made of—wood? You treat me as though I possessed no feelings to be hurt. See here, Claire, don’t draw away from me like that What has got Into you lately? You have led me a merry chase all winter In Philadel phia, but now you have even dared to flaunt me to my face, and In the presence of your father. Do you sup pose 1 am the kind to stand for that? What Is the matter, girl? Who has come between us? Is It that rascally rebel? No; you stay where you are. and answer me. That Is what I came back alone for, to find out,” She was upon her feet, and I could even see her hand clasping a lattice of the summer house. "Why do you ask this? What right have you? There was never a prom ise between us.” "The understanding has existed for ten years; never denied until now," he protested hotly. “You knew I loved you; I’ve fought a dozen men on your account —” “True enough," she broke In, "you have challenged every gentleman who has dared address me. Did you think such swashbuckling was going to win my heart? Any girl possessing self respect would revolt at such methods. Whatever affection I may have felt for you as a boy has been driven from mo by these actions. You wanted a slave, a servant, not a companion, and It Is not In Mortimer blood to yield to every whim, to every crack of the whip. I never loved_you, never con fessed I did. I tried to be obedient, endeavored to like you to please my father, but this past winter has so thoroughly revealed your real cliarac* ter that 1 will pretend no longer.” “My character! We have known each other from childhood. 1 know well enough what has made the dif ference In you.” "Indeed!" "Yes, Indeed; It’s that damned Con tinental spy." “It has been some one all along, according to your theory—an7 gentle man who has shown me ordinary kind ness. You have called out Captain Klneade, Lieutenant Mathleßon, Major Lang, and others, Just to prove your ownership of me. You have made me the laughing stock of Philadelphia. Now It pleases you to select Major Lawrence with whom to associate my name. Because he danced with me once you feel Justified In quarreling with him In my presence, In goading him Into fighting you. It was the act of a cowardly bully. Whatever respect I may once have had for you. Captain Grant, has been dissipated this past winter’." “Can you tell me It Is not Law rence?" “I could tell you, and very plainly, but I refuse to be questioned.” “Well, by Gad! I know without ask ing,” and he sprang to his feet, grip ping her hand. "You’ve helped that fellow against me from the first. I’ll put up with It no longer. I came back here tonight desperate, prepared to re sort to any measures I meant to give you a chance, and, by heaven! I have. Do you think I am the sort of man you can play with? If 1 can have you only by foroe then It Is going to be that. Oh. don't try to pull awayl I’ve got you now Just as I wanted you —alone! Your father Is not here, and that fool Seldon Is busy enough out yonder. There Is not even a guard to Interfere. Do you know what I mean to do?” She made no answer, but her silence seemed to fan his anger. "Sulky, are you? Well, I'll tell you Just the same. There’s a preacher liv ing at the crossroads —you know him, that sniveling, long-faced Jenks. He’s a ranting rebel all right, but he’ll do what I say, or I'll cut his heart out. You are going there with me tonight to be married. I'll put an end to these tantrums, and by tomorrow you’ll have come to your senses. Now will you go quietly, or shall I make you?” She wrenched away from him; and there was a moment's struggle, and then her white-robed figure sprang forth Into the starlight I saw him grasp her, tearing the shoulder of her dress with the fierce grip of his fin gers. I was already upon my feet crouched behind the bush, prepared to spring. She drew back, her face white as marble. "You coward! You cur!" "Hold your temper, mistress," with a snarling laugh. “I know how to con quer you." That moment I reached him. CHAPTER XXI. Words of Love. In spite of the fact that be was armed the advantage was all with me. Hla grip on the girl dragged her to the ground with him, but she rolled aside as we grappled like two wild beasts, my fingers at hla throat I knew the strength of the man. but my first blow bad sent his brain reel ing, while the surprise of my unex pected assault gave me the grip sought He struggled to one knee, wrenching bis arms free, but went down again as my fist cracked against his Jaw. Then It was arm to arm. muscle to muscle, every sinew strained as we clung to each other, striving for mastery. He fought like a fiend, gouging and snapping to make me break my hold, but I only clung the closer, twisting one band free, and driving my fist Into his face. At last I gripped his pistol, wrenched It forth, and struck with the butt He sank back, limp and breathless, and I rose to my knees looking down Into the upturned face. Almost at the mo ment her hand touched my shoulder. "la he dead? Have you killed him?" "Far from It” I answered gladly. "He Is merely stunned, and will re vive presently, but with a sad head ache. I would not have bit him. but be Is a stronger man than I.” "Oh, you were justified. It was done to protect me. I knew you must be somewhere near.” "You were waiting for me?” "Yes—no; not exactly that I was In the summer house; I did not mean you should see me, but 1 wished to He sure of your escape; I—l—of course f was anxious." "I can easily understand that for you have assumed much risk—even ven tured the life of the devoted Peter." "Oh, no; you rate my devotion too high by far. Peter’s life has not been endangered.” \ "But the guard told me he was the direct cause of all that firing beyond the ravine." The otarllght revealed the swift merriment In her eyes. "I—l—well, I believe he was orig inally responsible, but—well, you see I know Peter, Major Lawrence, and really there Is no danger that be will get hurt. I cnnnot Imagine what they could have found to fire at so long, but It Is certainly not Peter. ’Twould be my guess that he is even now In the bouse, calmly eating supper, not even wasting a smile on the rhcket without. You may have observed he Is not of an emotional disposition." "My attention has, Indeed, been called to that fact Yet that does not explain how he could be In two places at one and the same time.” "Nothing that Peter pleases to do Is explainable. His ways are not our ways, nor his thoughts our thoughts. He Is simply Peter. He started all this, but was never In front of those guns long. They must be shooting at shadows. But, Major, we forget where we are, the perils about us, and the necessity of your Immediate escape. We must not stand talking here." She was close beside me, looking up Into my face, her eyes filled with anxi ety. There were words upon my lips I longed to speak, questions 1 desired to ask, but I held these sternly back, restrained by the pleading In those eyes. "No, for your sake I must go at once,” I answered soberly. "Seldon must not find you here, nor must Grant suspect your connection with my assault upon him. 1 doubt If be recognized my face In this darkness, although he will surely realize the truth when he learns of my escape. But how can I leave you here unpro tected? When this man returns to consciousness—and that can mean but a few moments —he will be furious.” "I shall be safe enough. He will have no opportunity to find me alone again Tonight I had no conception that he was near, and was not even armed. I—have been afraid of him for months; he has acted like a crazed man. But you must go!” She caught my arm, urging me toward the thicket where the horse was conoealed; then suddenly paused with a new thought. "Take his hat and coat,” she whis pered swiftly. “There are British pa trols between here and the Delaware. Quick, and I will have your horse un tied.” I did as directed, feeling the value of the suggestion, and, a moment later, to all appearance an officer of Queen's Rangers, slipped through the thicket of trees, and took the reins from her hands. "You will go straight back Into the house?” “Yes,” she said obediently; then ex tended her hand. "Goodby, Major Lawrence. I suppose this ends our acquaintance." "Not If I can avoid inch a fata," I replied, bolding her Angara closely. "If I believed that I am not lure but I would return to the cell. It baa bean a atrange Intimacy into which w« have been thrown; three day a have mada ua old frlenda. Sifrely you cannot be lieve me ao ungrateful aa your worda seem to Imply.” "But I deserve no gratitude," mak ing no- effort to draw away, yet look ing Into my face frankly. "Perhaps you have misunderstood. Ia It not possible for the women of these Colo nies to sacrldce as well as the men In the cause of patrlotlsmT You must not believe that I have done this mere ly for your sake. Major Lawrence." “Yet I would like to believe so,” 1 Insisted warmly. "You are the daugh ter of a loyalist" "And Erie Is the son of a loyalist” laughingly, “and wears a Continental uniform. lam not privileged to go so far, restrained by the limitations of sex, yet I may be equally a rebel.” “Which would seem to mean that all your kindness toward me would have been similarly given to any patriot soldier.” “Why—why, yes; I—l think so.” “And I do not. Mistress Claire; I refuse to so believe.” Her eyes flashed up at me, and I lost all re straint In their swift challenge. “I am going to speak—Just a word, yet I must give It utterance before I ride out Into the dark, away from you. I love you. It makes no difference to me where your sympathies may be In this struggle, you have won my heart. Look up, dear, and listen. lam going back to camp, back to the campaign. I know not what the night, what the morrow may bring. But I 'know for ever I love you, and that If I live I shall surely come back. Will you be gladT Will you promise me welcome T” I could feel her tremble, yet there was no shrinking in her face, no alarm. “Oh, why were you compelled to say lhatl I tried so hard not to let you. I—l cannot make the promise. It would not be right.” "Not right!" "No. you do not know me. I told you before I was a sham, a fraud, not what I appeared to be. I will not ex In Spite of the Fact That He Wai Armed, the Advantage Waa All With Me. plain even to you, and you must not ask me. Only It hurts me to hear you say what you have, and be com pelled to return this answer.” "You care then—you do not dis guise that?” '' Remarkable Spring One of the most remarkable springs In the world exist In New Mexico. It Is saturated with sodium sulphate. Dis tilled water weighs eight and one-third pounds per gallon; the water of this spring weighs ten and two-thirds pounds. The temperature of the spring Is a little over 110 degrees Fahrenheit As the saturated liquid overflows and cools It forms a crystal line mass like Ice. which. In the course of ages, has spread Into a snow-white bed of solid sodium salts, miles In extent and as level as a lake. The warm brine, It Is reported. Is Inhabited by a shrlmp-Ilke organism, and a species of plant IS found grow ing In the dry expanse of sodium sul phate. Too Deep. Joseph E. Wldener was showing a group of visitors his father's incom parable picture gallery at Lynwood Hall, the Wldener residence of white marble near Philadelphia. The talk turned to forged Raphaels, and Mr. Wldener said: “There Is an American who bought a Raphael In Rome some years ago. The Italian law prohibits the expor tation of masterpieces, and the Amer ican had the happy Idea of getting the Raphael painted over. This was ac cordingly done. The rare old paint ing reached New York In the guise of a modern snow scene. “Then a restorer, under the watch ful owner's eye, set to work on it With a sponge dipped In turpentine he proceeded to rub the snow scene off. He sponged It off readily, but he 81m threw her heed beck proudly# making uo attempt to withdrew her hands. "Yea, I cere; eny women would. It Is not true that I heve eerred you merely becauae you were- e aoldler of. the Colonies. I think It wee true, per bape, at flret, but —but later it wee different Ohl why do I nay this I 1 Why do I delay your departure by cob renting to remain here In conversa-j tlonl Major Lawrence, cannot you! realise that my only desire la to have you get away safelyt" J “But that la not my only desire," *' protested. "It must be weeks, months, before I can hope to see you again* I am a servant of the Colonies, and : must go where I am sent; we are upon the verge of a campaign Involving ex posure and battle. I may not evenj come forth alive. Must I go without a word, without a hope! Claire, Claire.' sweetheart, you have no right to turn me away, because of some phantom of Imagination—" "But It Is not. It Is terribly real." "I care not; I would still love you In spite of all; you may be a spy—a British spy—but the fact would mean nothing to *me. I would trust you. Claire, your womanhood; I should know that whatever you did was In accordance with your conscience, and be content—lf you but love me. And. thank God I I know you do." "I—I—no! You cannot mean that!" "Ay, but I do. Have you supposed I could not read the message of those eyes? Oh, It may be dark, dear, but there Is a star-gleam, and when the lashes lift—they confess a thousand, times more than your lips acknowl edge. Yet I Insist on the Ups! Now tell me," and 1 held her to me. “tell me!” “What—oh, major, please I" “There are but three words to speak; whisper them, dear, and I go." * “Three words t” "Such easy words; they are trem bling on your lips now —I love you." “But If I do not; If they are false. Hushl There Is some one on the ve randa— Seldon must have returned." "All the more reason why you should speak quickly." I whispered, without releasing her. “Will you go, then? At onoet" “I pledge my word." She drew a deep breath, her eyes shadowed, but I could hear the swift pulsing of her heart. "It—lt will mean nothing—nothing." "Of course; only a memory to dream over.'* Her lashes lifted, her head tilted back upon my shoulder. For a bare InstaA I gazed down Into the depths. “Then—l will—l love you I" With the wirds I kissed her, press ing my lips to hers; an Instant they clung, and I felt the pressure of her arm, the hot blood rioting through my veins. "Sweetheart;" I whispered, "sweet heart." “No, no!” and she thrust me from her. “You forget. I am not that You must not think It even. See, that man Is coming down the steps. He wIU discover Captain Grant, and It will be too late —Oh, go, major, please go!" I turned without another word, fully realising the danger, the necessity of action. Her hand touched mine as I grasped the rein. "We part friends," she said softly. "Some day you may understand and forgive me.” “I understand now more than you think,” I returned swiftly, “and I am coming back to learn all.” ' (TO BE) CONTINUED.) sponged a bit of the Raphael off, too —and, behold, underneath the Rap phael a portrait ot Marconi was re vealed." Well-Chosen Words. The Rev. R. J. Campbell, at a fare well luncheon In New York, said of a famous bishop who had married a tremendously rich widow: “I suppose he proposed to her In appropriate and well-chosen terms, f suppose he said: “‘Dear madam, will you exchange the widow’s mite for the mlterf 1 ” When Bravery Is Easy. General Marlon Maus, apropos ot bravery, uttered at a dinner at Van couver Barrackß an opinion that was quoted with approval In Portland. "It Is very easy," said General Maus, “for a man to be as brave aa David when Goliath Is going to tackle some one else.” Let Reason Control Emotions. The mind must be controlled before the emotions can be. A man can never be a philosopher until he can control his emotions. Emotions, like hope, are stronger than reason, as are some oth ers, but such emotions will never go very wild If reason Is virtually active. Fatal German Grammar. Leposava Jlvanovltch, a girl -of twelve, drowned herself In the Danube after leaving a letter for her parents explaining that her school marks could never be satisfactory, for she despaired of mastering German declen sions.—London Evening Standard.