Tales from Many Sources

next day, Betty ling

done in time," she said to hers

and the next, and still John

daughter that he would go over to Belton, and find out from the servants wheth

s an important day, for Betty was to try on

shining. When the little ceremony was over, Betty put her arm round the waist of her

h now is to see you don just such a

age," cried Mary, but tears of

Betty. She put her hands on her shoulders, and l

ary, say ye

e that question," answered Mary, half sob

s, Mary

a good girl, Betty," and she kissed her warmly, and hurried

t: he had heard great news in Wancot

happened?" he cried a

home?" asked

m until he appears, he is often away like this for a few d

n a breath, and Betty t

ey do with hi

ems that an important paper had fallen into the possession of some individual here, convicting many well-known gentlemen about Wancote of loyalty to him that

lost. Some say Wild Jack burnt it as he rode, some that he swallowed it, some that he tore and scattered it to the four winds of heaven. Then, when in full flight, his horse stumbled and fell, and the four gentlemen came up with him. Entangled as he was by the

hlessly. Betty sat down,

gull; had he been mounted as usual, small chance would they have had of capturing Wild Jack. There was a hasty assembly of magistrates, such as could be induced to come. I w

Betty. "John will be sorry

"But after all, order must be kept, the roads must be made safe. I know the government wi

or Betty to broach the subject of marriage to her father that night

own to the sleepless-all was fruitless; her pillow seemed to her on fire, and incessantly in her imagination she heard the galloping of horses so vividly,

o'clock was roused suddenly by a light t

. She opened the casement and looked out. Below in the garden in the moonligh

warning hand to be

y, and went down. She went into the garden at once, and lo

on her shoulder, and looking round, saw standing beside her Nora Ra

er," she cried with a wild grin, showing all her white teeth. "The ravens are feasting on Wild Jack's ten

hand-her own little serpent-ring that he had ta

eave my finger," she sa

silver, pretty lady," cried Nora. "He never

d let her out of the gate-the wild creature had come

n window, her brow burni

singing, with its strange pathos like the sighing

udder from head to foot. She stopped her ears with trembling fingers,

im, call him

l and we

never come

and gall