Part 39 (2/2)

”The fiend!” I cried

”Yes, Catesby had evidently been here and told theht I was another, and this woman here hath been my keeper since I ca--was crouched on a bench in a corner, tre with fear

”Thou mayest leave this place at once, madam,” I said, ”and thank God, which made thee so, that thou hast at least the sex of a wo Henry, and, unless the aforesaid King be ofnature than I think, Catesby shall soon be with histyrant, Richard, which is even now in hell's consu fire”

”Oh, poor Sir William!” she wailed ”Ah, sir! I nursed him at my breast, and ever since have I been his servant Oh! save him, sir! I know he did have his faults; but still do I love and serve hih he were mine own For God's sake, sir, speak but a word to your new King, and thou canst save hiood for evil, now that thou hast the power!” and she knelt at e,” thought I, ”that even such a villain as is Catesby hath some one who loves his are not the only ones that he must answer for Catesby hath writ a volume of misdeeds, and the whole world hath perused them No man can stop the bad effects of these in other ways than by the suppression of the one that doeth them”

”Wilt thou not have mercy on hi to my side

I started in surprise ”What! dost thou plead for Catesby?” I asked

”Nay, not for hiht but obey her master Save the knave, Walter, for this old woenerous, Walter dear; now that all danger is past Besides, he can do no harenerosity will show him the evil of his acts, and he will then repent,” and she stroked ly

Truly, a woman is the most unfathomable work of God Here was thisas a dove when the danger had passed

I hesitated; but her tender eyes were on me, and I could not resist their wondrous charm

”Well,--I will see what reat reluctance ”But reht that he can avoid the block, or halter”

Then I went unto the King's headquarters and told him my request

”What, Bradley! spare the life of Catesby; thesojourn across the channel hath entlee request?” he asked more seriously

I told him

”'Tis but an old worant thee this request; but thou art too late His head was stricken off but a few rowled Michael from the door, whither he had followed, as faithful as my shadow

”And is this a friend of thine?” asked the King

”Ay, your Majesty, he is my noble squire To him, your Grace, do I owe my life a score of times” And then I told him of the worthy Irishman

When I ca exclaimed:--

”What! captured Catesby! Kneel down my faithful subject What is thy na drew forth his sword and laid it upon the hty shoulder

”Arise, Sir Michael O'Brien”

Still did not Michael stand; but