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Chapter NumberLXXXVII
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Full Date1896-02-05
Page Number4
Word Count1544
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Newspaper TitleDaily Telegraph (Launceston,Tas. : 1883 - 1928)
Trove TitleShrouded in Mystery Or, Which Girl Did He Marry?
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Shrouded in Myslery OR. Which Girl Did lie Marry -

By Skipp Borlase, \othok of 'Fob True Love's Sake. ?Ihbkc Loviily Wok, k.' 4* Dabkbb Than Death,' ' An Oceak Fecbkt.' ' BeCALLKPTO LlFR,' ' RlCHEB TO Loin.' 'Wbo Killkd -louw OaMCHON ? ' 4* Tnii POLICK MtMBTKK '? KTC.


It is now high time for us to return to the adventures aud the misadventures of Lady Stranraer in her efforts to save her noble minded husband from tbe headsman's axe. She felt all tbe more doubtful of sncccu on his behalf not only because of his oft reiterated conviction that he was thus fore doomed to perish, but also by reason that in . the dreadful dream which had preceded, find 4n faxt. nrnH»r«»r*. tho Bar.tnn. in Mo

endeavor to recover her fiom which he had found the crisply curled lock of chestnut hair that had decided bim as to his future course of desperate action, she had beheld hiB life taken from ber. Yes, she had as clearly eccn as if her wide opi-n eyes had looked upon the real events the grim fortalice, the paved courtyard, the assembled crowd, the block aud the execu tioner—and bad witnessed him kneel down, the axe gleam in the sunshine as it rose and Bank, the spouting blood and the falling body, aud she bad heard the hoarse cry of a- Behold the head of a traitor !' as the be loved face waB held on high by a gory hand culwiuid iu tbe hair, for public recognition and reprobation. Yet, despite all this, she was determined not to relax a single 1 ffort that could in any way tend to save him, and she had iirmly resolved that i£ all lawful attempts failed 6hc would then endeavor to cff-ct bis de liverance by some cleverly concocted scheme, freely hazarding ber own liberty and even life in the carrying of it out. Perhaps slit bad some faint hope that she would ovi rlake Stranraer before he reached London, and that in Buch ease she would be able to induce him to forego bis resolution of proceeding thither to deliver himself up, and inBtead to escapc, or at all events endeavor to cECHpe, to France with her. If she did hope that it nii^bt be so she was doomed to disappointment f jr London was reached without gathering the slightest in telligence of him on the way, but, as if in ill omen of lhe bucctss of her owu undertaking, tbe first thing that ebe heard talked about upon arriving in London was the condem nation and execution of the Earl of Der wentwater atid Lord Kcnmuir at the Tower, aud tbat half-a-dozen lesser rebels had been hunged, drawn, and quartered at Tyburn. Lady Btranracr remained many days in London, and yet could neither discover where her huEband was confined, nor obtain an interview with royalty . Then at last she found out that Stranraer was imprisoned in Newgate, a disgrace that he could certainly never have calculation, thouth it might have been mitigated in his opinion by the knowledge that several of tbe so-called rebelB were confined there like She gathered, then, that he had surren dered himself at the Tower, but had been sent to Newgatu bcctitue the State prison was already too full, aud in consequence Lord Niihesdale had already succeeded in escaping therefrom. Stranraer had not yet been even tried, 00 that there was still plenty of time for action on her part, or at all events it was natural to suppose so, though for that matter trials were rushed through at such speed, and executions followed so quickly after, that there was no making sure of anything. Bose now learnt, to ber great disappoint ment, that the Queen was In Holland, so that all ber hopes seemed to rest upon tbe King, and remembering what Captain Leigh had 6ald concerning him, this fact caused her great annoyance, as well as grave un easiness. She was somewhat comforted, however, by Sir Harry Howarth's steward, her travel ling companion and caretaker, handing her a lettrr, and telling her his master desired that she would give that to Ilis Majesty if she was able to obtaia an interview with him, but only if other means, that was to bay ber own pleading, failed. This missive gave her great comfort, and 6he at ouco put ber own construction upon its strange conditions, which was that the generous hearted baronet, feeling how sweet 11. would be to her to save her husband's life entirely through her own exertions, bad bade her keep back his letter as a last re source, in order to give ber every oppor tunity of doing so, while she further encouraged herself with the belief that, used iu case of necessity, it would be sard to be successful. She remembered now having ODce heard that Sir Barry had not only seen much foreign strvice but had al6o served for a while in a foreign army that was acting in alliance with tbe British forces under the Duke of Marlborough against the French, and during that period that he bad pre served the life of some great prince or other potentate on tbe battle iield wbo bad pre sented him with a sword and a diamond euuff -box by way of expressing his gratitude, and so she caught herself wondering if it was to the Hanoverian army that he had been attached, and if the rescued prinoe had been the Klcctor of Hanover who now was the £ing of hnglaud. These wonderings, beliefs, and at last con victionB, made her more resolved than ever b; hook or by crook to obtain an audience with His Majesty, and chance soon favored her defcign in a most remarkable manner. She was approaching the palace one day through tbe park, followed at a little dis tance by her sturdy protector, Miles Joyce, when she encountered a little man in an immense wig, and a diminutive cocked bat perched atop ot it, whose eyes and nose-tip were alike turned skywards, and who was closely followed by a long, slim individual, carrying the little man's snuff-box on an outstretched palm, ' The King, my lady,' said Miles Joyce, gainiuga little upou Lady Stranraer to make the ball-whispered aonouncement, and then falliog back to the same respectful distance as before. Rose's resolution was at once taken, and throwing herself on her knees before George the First, as he came up, she exclaimed in tremulous and loucbiug accents ; ' Prtruon, sire, for one who but for your known love of mercy must perish on the scaffold. Pardon, sire, for one who owvb his present position to his fealty to bis friends rather ihnu to any uisloyalty to your M-jeso ' Eh, what's this ? The wife or sister of a rebtl approaching our sacred person without toy exclaimed tne- King, bounding all his p's iike b s, and rice zdrea. But then his toue aud manner suddenly qbunged as be continued : u Well, well, as she is here we wiU listen to what she has to say. If your friend or relative has rebelled against us, madam, be must take the consequences. A dutiful sub ject should love his monaroh even before his own brother.' ' Ah, sire, answering you almost in the words of Scripture, he may find it easier to love hie brother whom he hath seen than to love his king, whom he hath not seen ?' re sponded Rose. The reply seemed to please the little monarch exceedingly, for be at once re sponded : ' Tbat ia not bad reasoning. And so you think that 1 Ouly require to be seen to be loved? Those don't sound like the words pf a rebel at any rate, Who is it that yon are pleading for, madam ?' ' For my hosband, sire.' ' Tbat is a recommendation after so pretty a speech, and now his name 7' ' FeiguB Cameron, of Stranraer, aud your never had a nobler foe, or one { wbum clemency would change into a staunchsr friend,' said Rose boldly. *' Fergus Cameron, of Stranraer? His name 8.ea.e to be turn li*r to me, a^e Ve-ry lblely familiar to me. D-Vereux, can yuu tell me any thing about tbe man ?' and the king turned round to las tall siim com panion. ' I can teU you a great deal about him, sire,' responded that Individual, '? lie is a Scottish chieftain of little note, but he joined the Pretender with every olatismau who could bev araii and *o tteeped were

Ibey In the blackost treason, that they Ecrltfhod 1o tbn last man In attempting to old Preston against y our Majesty 'a forces.' ' And my husband would have fallen, and for that end also, but for his brilliant swords* manship. He left not. the breach unlil his last follower was down, and hts own weapon was confronted by a eoore. But, your Majesty, surely a brave foe is bb worthv ef clemency as a craven one ?' answered Bose, almost passionately. fTo be Concluded Nrar Satdbdat.] '