A MAIDEN ST.

GEORGE After breakfast the following morning, while Sir Richard and I were sipping our morning draught in the dingy little library, he brought up the subject of the night before.
"As you justly observed, Baron Ned," my uncle began, restraining his emotion as best he could, "sooner or later my daughters will have to face the world alone.

I am of no help to them now, and perhaps shall be no loss when I am gone, but it is like taking the heart out of me to send my beautiful girl to this unholy king; the wickedest man in the vilest court on earth.

But it must be done.

God help me and save her!" "I will not go!" cried Frances, running into the room from the hallway, and kneeling by her father's chair.
"I fear you must, Frances," answered Sir Richard.