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Carroll, Iowa
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ANTA(LAUS SOAP RIGHT HOUSEWIVES No OTHER T THE MFAIRBANK (UPANl OW IS THE TIME TO PREPARE FOR SPRING WORK, SVNOPS1S. Thomas Wlngfleld was born In England of nn English father and a Spanish mother. Ills mother conflded to him tnata certain Spaniard had sworn to take her life. II—One day, when Thomas was about 18, lie went out Into the maylleUs to a tryst with Lily Ko7.tra. A Spanish stranger attacked him on the road, and the boy cudgeled the ruffian Into helplessness, leiivlng him tied to a tree. Ill-Lily's rather detects Thomas kissing the maiden to seal a love compact and forbids further meetings of the lovers. Returning home, Thomai lines 'he Spaniard gone und hU mother lying dead on a scene where footprints bi- trsy a struggle. • _Jfi*>_t^4l— CHAPTER IV. THOMAS SWEARS AN OATH. For awhile I stood amazed with horror, staring down at the dead face of my beloved mother. Then I rtooped to lift her and saw that she had been stabbed, and through 1 tho breast—stabbed with the sword which I carried In my hand. Now I understood. This was the work of that Spanish stranger whom I had met as he hurried from the place of murder, who, because of the wickedness of his heart The first thing necessary iv good comfortable sh )es and you will find the best line at MOORE'S SHOE STORE Also the best lines of fine shoes at most popular prices. in j™n, M»ougft f <hm* that M> lbv.«l totf tnoro than Anything on earth, aiftlM by on? pretext and aether she contrived «**>"»! him to an agftmment that no »f««s« Should be celebrated till she was fulNSO years of n«e. But the colder she wns/-) him the more was ho Inflamed with ilcsm to win her and also her possessions, whic.i were not small, for like all Spaniards he was pasRionato and like most gamrativr and men of evil life much in want oi REPAIRING A SPECIALTY South Side Fifth Street, CARROLL, IOWA. 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Its market reports give the most complete details of auy weekly paper in the United States. It is a mine of literary wealty, It contains the latest stories from the pens of the moat noted authors, biographical sketches of the most prominent men, the best wit of the day, scientific and religious diaoHs/tions, in addition to the full news report of the week, ft»d the beit agricultural department of any weekly oonnected with a daily in the world. It must be seen to be Appreciated. Bend for sample copy. We have made arrangements with thte great paper to give it ABSOLUTELY FliKE with each yearly subscription paid in advance. This offer is open but a short time. Take advantage of it. Address * W * OAltK'X'li SISN'WNWfc, OWWlli i»W», BOTH PAPERS FOR $2. For avihde I stood amazed wtth horror. or for some secret reason, hod striven to slay me also when bo learned that I was my mother's son. And I had, held this devil In my power, and that I might meet my May I had suffered him to escape my vengeance, whereas had I known the truth I would have dealt with him as the priests of Auohuoe deal with the victims of thcii gods. I understood and shed tears of pity, rage and shame. Then I turned and fled homeward like one mad. At the doorway I met my father and my brother Geoffrey riding up from Bungay market, and there was that written on my face which caused them to ask os-wlth one voice: "What evil thing has happened*" Thrice I looked at my father before I could speak, for I feared lest the blow ehould kill him. But speak I must at last, though I chose that It should be to Geoffrey, my brother. "Our mother lies murdered yonder on'the Vineyard hill. A Spanish man has done tbe deed. Juan de Garcia by name." When my father heard these words, his face became livid as though with pain of the heart, his jaw fell, and a low moan Issued from his open mouth. Presently ho rested his hand upon the pommel of the saddle, and lifting bis ghastly face ho sold: "Where la this Spaniard? Have you killed hlmr ," No, father. Ho chanced upon me in Grobswell, and when he learned my name io would have murdered me. But I played quarter staff with him and beat him to a pulp, taking bis sword." "Aye, and thenf" And then I let him go, knowing nothing of tho deed he hod already wrought upon our mother. Afterward I will toll you all." "You let him go. son» You lot Jean de Garcia go) Then, Thomas, may tho curso of God rest upon you till you find him and finish that which you began today." "Spare to curse me, father, who am accursed by my own conscience. Turn your horses rather and rtdo for Yarmouth, for there his ship lies, and thither he hoe gone with two hours' start. Perhaps you may still trap him before he sets sail." Without another word my father and brother wheeled their hones round and departed at full gallop into the gloom of tbe gathering night. They rodo so fiercely that, their horses being good, they came to tbe gates of Yarmouth in little more than IK hours, and that Is fast riding. But tho bird was flown. They tracked htm to the quay and found that ho had shipped awhile before in a boat which was in waiting for him and passed to his vessel, which lay in the roads at anchor, but with the most of her canvas set. Instantly she sailed and now wae lost In tho night. Thou my father caused notloo to bo given that ho would pay a reward of 800 pieces In gold to any •hip that would capture tho Spaniard, and two started on tho quest, but they did not And her that morning wits far on her way across the sea. . At length tho morning came, and with it my father and brother, who returned from Yarmouth on hired horses, for their ownwero spent, In tbe afternoon also new* followed thorn that tho ships which bed put to sea on the track of the Span- lard had been driven back by bad weather, having seen nothing of him. Now I told all tho story of my dealings with tho murderer of my mother, keeping nothing back, and I must bear my father's bitter anger because, knowing that my mother wae In drwtd of a Spaniard, I U#d sufTurod my reason to bo led astray by my desire to win speech with my love. Nor did I moot with any comfort from my brother Geoffrey, who was fierce against me because he l«arned that I had not pleaded In vain with tho maid whom uo Oeslred for hlmeeif. But Ue said nothing of thl* reason; also that no drop might be lacking In my cup, Squire Uoiord, who eamewlth nwnx other neighbors to view tbo corpse and o«»r sjropathy with my »• ther in bis loss, told him at tho uione tlm« that ho took It 111 that I should woo his daughter against H» wlsli, aud that if I continued in this course It would strain their wolent friendship. Thus I WM bit on every elde, by sorrow for my mother whom I had loved tundorly, by longing tor my dear whom I might not see, by *cU reproaou because I b«d let the Swwlwd go WUVB I beta blw f*»t, *»4 by tot Mgtf «* my father and my brother. " Indeed those days were so dark and bitter, for I wvs at tho age when shame and sorrow sting their sharpest, that I wished that I were dead beside my mother. One comfort reached mo indeed, tt message from Lily, sent by a servant girl whom she trusted, giving me her dear love and bidding metobe of good cheer. At length oamo the day of burial, and my mother, wrapped in fair white robes, was laid to rest in the chancel of the church at Dltohlngham, where my father has long been set beside her, hard by tho brass effigies that mark the burying place of Lily's forefather, his wlfo and many of their children. This funeral was tho saddest of sights, for the bitterness of my father's grief broke from him in sobs, nnd my sister Mary swooned away in my arms. Indeed thoro wore few dry eyes In all that church, for my mother, notwithstanding her foreign birth, was much loved! because of her gentle ways and tho goodness of her heart. But it came .to an end, and the noblo Spanish lady and English wife was left to her long sleep in tho ancient church, where she shall rest on when her tragic story and her very name ore forgotten among tten. Indeed this is likely to be soon, for I am the last of the Wingfields alive in these parts, though my sister Mary has left descendants of another name, to whom my lands and fortune go except for certain gifts to the poor of Bungay and of Dltchlngham. When it was over, I went back home. My father was sitting In the front room well nigh beside himself with grief, and by him was my brother. Presently he began to assail me with bitter words because I had let the murderer go when God gave him into my hand. "You forget, father," sneered Geoffrey. "Thomas wooes a maid, and it was more to him to hold her in his arms than to keep his mother's murderer safely. But by this it seems he has killed two birds with one stone—he has suffered the Spanish devil to escape when he knew our mother feared the coming of a Spaniard, and he has mado enmity between us and Squire Bozard, our good neighbor, who, strangely enough, does not favor his wooing." "It is so," said my father. "Thomas, your mother's blood Is on your hands." I listened and could bear this goading Injustice no longer. "It to false," I said. "I say it even to my father. The man had killed my moth* er before I met him riding to seek his shir* at Yarmouth and having lost his way: How then IB her blood upon my hands?? As for my wooing of Lily Bozard, that ferny matter, brother, and not yours, thought- perhaps you wish that it was yours and! not mine. Why, father, did you not toll' me what you feared of this Spaniard? H heard some loose talk only and gave little- thought to it, my mil id being full of other things. And now I will say something. You called down God's curse upon me, father, till such time as I should find this murderer and finish what I had begun. So bo itt Let God's curse rest upon m» till I do find him. I am young, but I am quick and strong, and so soon as may be I start for Spain to hunt him there till I shall run him dawn or know him to be dead If you will give me money to help me on my quest, so belt—If not, I go without. I swear before God and by my mothr er's spirit that I will neither rest nor stay till, with tho very sword that slew her, I have avenged her blood upon her murder* er or know him dead, and if I suffer mj> •elf to be led astray from the purpose at this oath by aught that is, then may • worse end than hers overtake me, may my soul be rejected In heaven, and my name be shameful forever upon tbo earth I" Thus! swore in my rage and anguish, holding up my hand to heaven that I called upon to witness tbe oath. My father looked at me keenly. "If that Is your mind, son Thomas, you shall not lack for money. I would go myself, for blood must be wiped out with blood, but I am too broken In my health; also I am known in Spain, and the holy office would claim me there. Go, and my blessing go with you. It Is right that you should go, for It is through your folly that our enemy has escaped us." "Yes, It is right that be should go," said Gooffroy, "You say that because you wish to be rid of mo, Geoffrey," I answered hotly, "and you would be rid of ino because you desire to take my place at tho side of a certain maid. Follow your nature and do as you will, but If you would outwit an absent man no good shall como to you of Ifc" "The girl Is to him who can win her," be said. „ M "The girl's heart Is won already, Geoffrey. You may buy her from her father, but you can never win her heart, and without a heart she will be but a poor prise," "Peaool Now Is no time for such talk of love and maids," said my father, "aud listen. This Is the tale of tbo Spanish murderer and your mother. I have said nothing of it heretofore, but now It must out: When I was a lad, It happened that I also went to Spain because my father willed It, "I went to a monastery at Seville, but I had no liking for monks and their ways, and I broke out from tbo monastery, For a year or more I mode my living as bust I might, for I foorod to return to England as a runaway. Still I mado a living, and not a bad one, now In this way s and now In that, but, though I am ashamed to suy it, mostly by gaming, »t which I had great luck. One night I mot this man Juuu do GaNta— for in his hato he gave you bis truo nwuewhon ho would havo stubbed you-at play. Even thwi he had an evil fount, though Ito WAS scarcely more tlmn a lad, but ho was handsome in person, sot Ugh in birth and of u pleasing nuui«M>». It slmuocd that ho won of mo at tho dice, aim bring In a good humor he took me to visit at tho house of his aunt, his uncle's widow, • lady of fertile, This aunt had one child, a dtughter. and that daughter was your mother. Now, your mother, LulM do Qarota, was aflUuood to her cousin, Ju«u de Garcia, not with her own will ludewl, for tho contract had bow signed when she was only 8 your* old. Still it was binding -more binding indeed than In this oouii •-«ow. to bo brief, fromtheflrst moroen, that your mother nnd I set eyes on each other wo loved one another, andltwns our ono deslro to meet as often airmight be, and in this wo had no great difficulty, tor her mothCT also feared and hated Juan do Garcia, her nephew by marriage, miti Would havo seen her daughter clear of him if possible. The end of it was Miat I told my love, and a plot was made between us that we should fly to England. But all this had not escaped the ears of, Juan, who had spies in the household and was Jealous an* revengeful as only a Spaniard can be. First he tried to be rid of me by challenging me to a duel, but we were parted before we could draw swords. Then he hired teavos to murder me as I walked the streets tit night, but I wore a chain shirt beneath my doublet, and their daggers broke upon it, and in place of being slain I slew one of them. Twice baffled, De Garcia \vus not defeated. Fight and murder had failed, but another and surer means remained: I know not how, but he had won some clew to the history of my life and of Mow I had broken out from the monastery. It was left to him, therefore, to denounco'me to tho holy office as a renegade nnd an infldel, and this ho did one night, it was the night before the day when we should have taken ship. I was Sitting with your mother and her mother In their house at Seville when six cowled men entered and selzedlme without a word. When I prayed to know their purpose, they gave no other answer- than to hold a cru- elflx before my eye* Then I knew why I was taken, and the women ceased clinging to mo and fell back sobbing. Secretly and silently I was i hurried away to the dungeons of the, but of all that befell me there I will not stop to tell. "Twice I was racked,, once I was seared With hot irons, thrice' Iwoe flogged with wire whips, and all: tbis:while I was fed on food such as wo should scarcely offer a dog here in England. At length, my of fense of having escaped from a monaster; and sundry blasphemies), so called, belnj proved against me, liwns condemned to death by fire. "Then at last, when inter along year of torment and of h/wror- E had abandoned hope and resigned myself'todie, help came. Upon the eve of the day/upon which I was to be consumed by flame Abe chief of my tormentors entered the dungeon where I lay on straw, and embracing, me bade me be of good cheer, for the church bad taken pity on my youth and! given mo my freedom. At first I laughed wildly, for I thought that this was bub another torment, and not till I was ffceed of my fetters, clothed in decent garments and set at midnight without the'prison gates would I believe that so good a thing had befallen mo through tho Hand of God. I stood, weak and wondering, outside tho gates, not knowing where'to fly, and as I stood a woman glided up." to me wrapped in a dork cloak, who whispered'Come.' That woman was your mother. She had learned of my fate from, the boosting of De Garcia and sot bersell to save mo. Thrice her plans failed,, but at length, through the help of soma-cunning agent, gold won what was denied to. justice and to mercy, and my life and liberty were bought with a very groatisum. ''That some night we were married and fled for Cadiz, your mother and I, but not her mother, who vra* bedridden with • sickness. For my sake, yonr beloved Bother abandoned betf people, what remained to her of her fortune after paying the price of my life, and her country, so Strong Is the love of woman. All had been made ready, for at Gadla lay an English ship—tbe Mary of Bristol—in which pas sage was taken for us.. But the Mary was delayed in port by a contrary wind, which blew so strongly that, notwithstanding his deslro to save us, heir master dared not take the sea. Two days and a night we toy in the harbor, fearing all things, not bidding tfieM igf on for th«5>lbve of (Sot Snatchifltf the bow from the-iahd of the 3outhwold Seaman, I drew tB# arrow to its hend ahtf loosed. It did not miss lt» mark, for like you, Thomas, I wawskUtajL With the use of the bow, nnd he dived back Into the sen with an English yard shstt in his heart. ... "After that they tried to board tiff HOP fcoro, though they shot at us with arrows) wounding one man. The captain call** «b us to lay down our bows and take cover behind the bulwarks, for by now the sails' began to draw. Then Be GarolB, stood up> in the boat and cursed me and my wife. " '1 will find you yet,' he screamed, with many Spanish oaths and foul words. 'If I wall for 30 years, I will twayenged upon you an* all you love. Be assured of this, Lttlsa iff Garcia, hide whew* you will, I shall flnd yon, and when we K»et you shall come with me for so long e» I will keep you, or ths* will be tho hour of you* death.' "Then we sailed away for England, and the boots fell astern. "My sons,, this Is tho story of my youth and how I came to wed your mother whom I have burled! today. Juan de Gtoeia has kept his word.." ' "Yet it eeem» strange," said rnylrroth- „*, "that* after all these years he-should have murdered tenr thus whom youisoy he loved. Surely even the evllest of mono had shrunk from sucli a doed." "There Is little that is strange about, W," answered my father. '' How can we know what words were spoken between therm before he stabbed Bait Doubtless he'told some of them whoi* he cried to Thorns* that now they would see what truth th'et* was in prophecies. What did Do Garcia swear years since?—that she should com® Wltn him or he wouldlkill her. Your motb> or was still beautiful; Geoffrey, and b» may havo given her her choice botweeni flight and death. Seefc to know no more;, son"—and suddenly my father hid him face In bis hands nnd Broke into sobs thafc Were dreadful to hear. "Would that you had told us this tale* before, father," I said so soon as Icouldl speak. "Then there would have lived ai devil less In tho world today, and I should! have been spared a long journey." Little did I know how long that journey would bel , without cause, and yet most happy In each other's love. Now, those who had charge . , of mo in the dungeon, hod given out that I bad escaped by tho- help of my master tbe devil, and I was, searched for throughout the countryside. Do Garcia also, find Ing that bis cousloimd offioqcod wife was missing, guessed that wo two wore not far apart. It was bis cunning, sharpened by jealousy and halo, that dogged us down step by step till at length he found us. "On tbe morning of tho third day, tho gale having abated, tbe anchor of the Mary was got borne, .and she swung out Into tbe tideway. As.«hocaino round and while the seamen wom making ready to hoist CHAPTER. V. SOODDT, 6WEETHEABT. WKHito 13 days of th* burial of my mother.-and tbo telling of the story of his marriBgwto her by my father, I was ready to startrupon my search. As it chanced, a vessel .was? about to sail from Yarmouth to Cadiz. She-was named the Adventuress, of 100 tons, burden, and carried wool and other goods-outward, proposing to return with a ••cargo- of wlno and yew staves for bows. Ihi this vessel my father bought me a passage Moreover, ho gave me £60 in gold, which was as much as I would risk uponimy person, and obtained letters from the.'Yarmouth firm of merchants to . their agents in Cadiz, in which they were advised tto > advance mo such sums as I might need', up to a total of 150 English pounds, and! further to assist me in any way that was-possible. .. Now, tha'ship. Adventuress was to sau on the 8&! day et June. Already it wa» the 1st of that month, and that evening I must ride -to. Yarmouth, whither my baggage had igpno already. Except one, my farewells w«re^ made, and yet that was the one I mostrwi'shed to make. Since the day when we had sworn our troth 1 had gained no sight of liilyr except once at my mother's burial, .and! then we had not spoken. Now It seemedi that I must go without any parting word,. Dor her father had sent mo notice that it I came near the hall his serving men had.order* to thrust me from the door, and thU. WBB a shame that I would not risk. Yet it. was hard that I must go upon so long; a> Journey, whence it well might ohanoei I should not return, and bid her no goodby. In my grief and perplexity I spoke to my father, tolling him bow the matter stood and asking his help. "I go hence;" I said, "to avenge oui common loss and if need be to give my life tor the honorof oar name. Aid me In this." "My neighbor Bernard means his daughter for your feather Geoffrey and hot. for you, Thomas,."' he answered, "and a man may do what-tt* wills with his own. Still I wlU belp you If I can. At the least, be cannot drive me from his door. Bid them bring horses, and we will ride to the hall." Within the half of an hour we wore there, 'and my fathur asked tor speech with the master. The* serving man looked at me • askance, remembering bis orders; still bo ushered us Into, the Justice room, where the •quire sat drinking ale. ".Good morrow to you, neighbor," said tb« squire. "You are welcome here, but you bring one wltb> you who is not welcome, though be be jour son." "I bring Mm for the but time, friend Boxard. Listen to bis request, then grant or refuse it as you will, but If you nfuw and searched under a warrant from the holy office. It obsnood that I was on deck at the time, and suddenly, as I prepared to bide myself balow, a man, In whom I knew De Garcia himself, stood up and called out that I was tho escaped heretic whom they sought. Fesring lost his ship should be boarded and be himself thrown Into prison with the rest of his crew, tho captain would then have surrendered me. But I, desperate with fear, toro uiy clothes from my body and showed the sruel soars that 'YoiTaiean Englishman,'I cried to the sailor, 'and will y»u deliver me to those foreign devils who am of your bloodf Look at their handiwork.' And I pointed to the half healed soars left by the rodhot pinchers. 'If you give mo-up, you send mo , h*4k to WON of this torment and to death | . burning. Pity n»y wW« V you will not ; ity me, or If you will pity neither then Vd ino a sword that by death I way eavo myself from torture.' "Then ono of tbe seamen, a Bouthwold roan who had known my fWher, called out: 'By God, I for ow will stand by you, Thoma* Wlngfteldl Vthey want you and your eweet lady, tfwy must kill we first.' And eelslng a hew «*«» the jraok be drow It out of Ito vww w»**trung It, and setting M arrow on tbe string be pointed It at the Spaniards In tho be**. ... ''Then tho otbwfclkroke lute shouts oft " >UyouwiUltMflWHtfK»miUUttUgUS, eouie aboard and take him, you torturing —•IHUro UMIWM0 tt«»WM| *»w« -»• "— try, belug u inurrlago In nil o*o»ut tu fuot. But those womwi who »n thus bound for the most p»rt bwur no wifo'e love In tholr ho*rU, and so It was with your mother. Indeed ibt hotb hfttal *» d •'Booing when,tbe heart of hi*crow lay, the captain foiwil'oourag* In fit* turn. Ho made no answer to the Spaniards, but Ude half of the mwi hoist the soils with all •peed and the rent make ready to keep o* the soldier* should they seek to board us. "By now tho other two bouts had come up and fastened onto us with tbolr book*. One uiftu vllmuod Into tho chain* and thenve t» ttto dock, and I kuvw him for w nrient of the holy oftloo, ono of thofte who Mid stood by while I was turuioutod. Then I grew mud at the thought of all that I had lutfuivd* YtUUe the* duyil watched, goes of hie own free wi|l, because after the doing of the' deed It wee he who unwittingly suffered the murderer toeeoepe, and It Is well that bo should go," "He 1* a. young hound to run such a quarry to earth and In a strange country," said; the squire. /'Still I like hie eplrit and! wish him well. What would , heofmer" , ... / "Leave- to bid farewell to your daughter. I knew tint his suit does not please you stud cannot wonder .at It, and for my own P»rt I think It ton early of him to set his fancy in tike way of marriage. But It no would, see the maid It can do no harm, for such .burin as there Is bos been don* already. Now for your answer," Squira Bosard thought awhile, then Mid: "The lad to a brave lad, though ho shell ho no son-ln-tow of mine. He hi going far- and mayhap will return no more, and I do not wish, that he should think unkindly of mo when I am dead. Go without, Thomas Wingfield, and stand under yen- ier beech. Lily shall join you there, and tou may. eysak with Her for the half of MB lour—no ssoro. See to It tuut you keep within eight of the window. Nay, no tienti—gr> before I ohango my mind." Bo I went and waited under the beech with » beating hoart, and presently Lily glide* up to mo, a more welcome sight to my eyee. than imy angel out of heaven. And indeed I doubt It an wigeleould have Men mare fair than the, or mom g«o* MM nntkk. "Ob, Thomas," she whispered when I had greeted her, "Is this true that you nil over sea to *ook the Snamni4t M "I sail to *ook tho Spaniard and to flra htm and to kill him when he I* found. l» was to oomo to you, Lily, that I lot huts gp> Kow I must lot you. go to come to him. N»y, do not weep. 1 Iwve sworn to do It, aud woro I to teouk my oath I should uo dishonored." "And booauKoof this oath of your* I must bv widowed, Thomas, before 1 am *> wlfof You go* and I »hftll wove* sen yo» nsoro." "Who can say, my sweetr My father went ovor mm »ud oamobaok, itfo, having

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