at that moment, and saved him the necessity of replying.

A beautiful lady, richly clothed, followed Hugh, and after her came several liveried servants. The lady walked slowly, with her head bowed and her eyes fixed upon the floor. The face was unspeakably sad. Miles Hendon sprang forward, crying out: "Oh, my Edith, my darling-"

But Hugh waved him back, gravely, and said to the lady:

"Look upon him. Do you know him?"

At the sound of Miles's voice the woman had started slightly, and her cheeks had flushed; she was trembling now. She stood still, during an impressive pause of several moments; then slowly lifted up her head and looked into Hendon's eyes with a stony and frightened gaze; the blood sank out of her face, drop by drop, till nothing remained but the gray pallor of death; then she said, in a voice as dead as the face, "I know him not!" and turned, with a moan and a stifled sob, and tottered out of the room.

Miles Hendon sank into a chair and covered his face with his hands. After a pause, his brother said to the servants:

"You have observed him. Do you know him?" They shook their heads; then the master said:

"The servants know you not, sir. I fear there is some mistake. You have seen that my wife knew

you not."

Thy wife!" In an instant Hugh was pinned to the wall, with an iron grip about his throat. "Oh, thou fox-hearted slave, I see it all! Thou'st writ the lying letter thyself, and my stolen bride and goods are its fruit. There- now get thee gone, lest I shame mine honorable soldiership with the slaying of so pitiful a manikin !"

Hugh, red-faced and almost suffocated, reeled to the nearest chair, and commanded the servants to seize and bind the murderous stranger. They hesitated, and one of them said:

"He is armed, Sir Hugh, and we are weaponless."

"Armed? What of it, and ye so many? Upon him, I say!"

But Miles warned them to be careful what they did, and added:

"Ye know me of old-I have not changed; come on, an' it like you."

This reminder did not hearten the servants much; they still held back.

"Then go, ye paltry cowards, and arm yourselves and guard the doors, while I send one to fetch the watch;" said Hugh. He turned, at the threshold, and said to Miles, "You'll find it to your advantage to offend not with useless endeavors at escape.'

"

Escape? Spare thyself discomfort, an' that is all that troubles thee. For Miles Hendon is master of Hendon Hall and all its belongings. He will remain doubt it not."

CHAPTER XXVI.

DISOWNED

HE king sat musing a few moments, then looked

THE

up and said:

"'Tis strange-most strange. most strange. I cannot account

for it."

"No, it is not strange, my liege. I know him, and this conduct is but natural.

from his birth.”

He was a rascal

"Oh, I spake not of him, Sir Miles."

'Not of him? Then of what? What is it that

is strange?"

"That the king is not missed."

"How? Which? I doubt I do not understand."' "Indeed! Doth it not strike you as being passing strange that the land is not filled with couriers. and proclamations describing my person and making search for me? Is it no matter for commotion and distress that the head of the state is gone?— that I am vanished away and lost?"

"Most true, my king, I had forgot." Then Hendon sighed, and muttered to himself, "Poor ruined mind still busy with its pathetic dream."

"But I have a plan that shall right us both. I will write a paper, in three tongues-Latin, Greek, shalt haste away with it to

and English- and thou London in the morning. Give it to none but my uncle, the Lord Hertford; when he shall see it, he will know and say I wrote it. Then he will send

for me.

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Might it not be best, my prince, that we wait here until I prove myself and make my rights secure to my domains? I should be so much the better able then to -"

The king interrupted him imperiously:

"Peace! What are thy paltry domains, thy trivial interests, contrasted with matters which concern the weal of a nation and the integrity of a throne!" Then he added, in a gentle voice, as if he were sorry for his severity, "Obey and have no fear; I will right thee, I will make thee whole - yes, more than whole. I shall remember, and requite."

So saying, he took the pen, and set himself to work. Hendon contemplated him lovingly a while, then said to himself:

"An' it were dark, I should think it was a king that spoke; there's no denying it, when the humor's upon him he doth thunder and lighten like your true king-now now where got he that trick? See him scribble and scratch away contentedly at his meaningless pot-hooks, fancying them to be Latin and Greek and except my wit shall serve me with a lucky device for diverting him from his purpose, I

shall be forced to pretend to post away to-morrow on this wild errand he hath invented for me."

The next moment Sir Miles's thoughts had gone back to the recent episode. So absorbed was he in his musings, that when the king presently handed him the paper which he had been writing, he received it and pocketed it without being conscious of the act. "How marvelous strange she acted," he muttered. "I think she knew me and I think she did not know me. These opinions do conflict, I perceive it plainly; I cannot reconcile them, neither can I, by argument, dismiss either of the two, or even persuade one to outweigh the other. The matter standeth simply thus: she must have known my face, my figure, my voice, for how could it be otherwise? yet she said she knew me not, and that is proof perfect, for she cannot lie. But stop — I think I begin to see. Peradventure he hath influenced her commanded her- compelled her to lie. That is the solution! The riddle is unriddled. She seemed dead with fear-yes, she was under his compulsion. I will seek her; I will find her; now that he is away, she will speak her true mind. She will remember the old times when we were little playfellows together, and this will soften her heart, and she will no more betray me, but will confess me. There is no treacherous blood in her - no, she was always honest and true. She has loved me in those old days—this is my security; for whom one has loved, one cannot betray."