The MS. in a Red BoxHamilton, John A. (John Arthur)
History
The MS. in a Red Box
Hamilton, John A. (John Arthur)
Axholme, Isle of (England) -- History -- Fiction
bed to greet Anna, to whom he spoke with a courtly grace peculiar to
him above all the men I have ever known.
In answer to his inquiries, I ran over the main events of the last
month, and let him know how things stood with us at present. A great
hurrahing rose outside, and when I went to the window I saw about fifty
men, all, or nearly all, armed with guns and poles. On sight of me
they cheered madly again, and again. They were Beltonians, full of
friendliness for me, and more than willing for a fray.
"Tell us what you want with us, Mister Frank," some one called out.
"Tell off three men," I replied, "one to watch on the upper road, one
on the lower road, and one at the landing-place to watch the river. If
any one sees the mob coming, let him fire as a signal. I'll tell the
rest my tale and what help I ask of you."
Three men marched off at once to do my bidding.
"Friends and neighbours," I began, "we have no time to waste, so I will
be brief. As you know, it was given out that I was dead, and a man was
buried under my name in our churchyard; but I had been kidnapped and
carried off to Melwood Priory. There my enemy cut and carved my face
to make me look the picture of the man who had been buried as Frank
Vavasour. And I was marked on the chest as he had been marked.
See"--and I threw open my vest. "This devilish bit of cunning was done
to make me pass as a man who was under sentence of transportation to
Virginia as a slave. But why? Because I loved a young lady on whom
Lord Sheffield had set his fancy." Here I had to stop while my hearers
groaned and eased their feelings with some strong language. "My lord
thought it would punish me for my presumption, and also leave the lady
at his mercy, if I were so disposed of. But I broke my prison." The
men hurrahed until I held up my hand. "After all, I was caught, and
taken to Hull to lie in prison until the ship was ready to sail. There
God sent me a friend, who delivered me, and only last evening I came to
Sandtoft to see my lady. In the night, as I dare say you know, an
attack was made on the settlement. I believe it was egged on by my
Lord Sheffield. Certain I am that his agents stirred up some foolish
people to mob my lady as a witch, on purpose that he might come with
some of his retainers to carry her off to Normanby House, under
pretence of rescue. He did not know I was on the spot. When I stepped
forth to save her from his clutches, he drew pistol. Now I give you my
word that, though I had sword by my side and pistol in my belt, I
touched neither. I knocked him down, and he fell stunned."
"Same as if a horse had kicked him, I warrant," said a voice.
"Now they give out that I killed him."
"Mighty good riddance!" shouted another voice.
"Well, I didn't wish to kill him, and I don't believe I did; but if I
did, I am willing to give myself up----"
"Nay, that you shan't!" came from several parts of the group.
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