nge some of these for the handful we have here in our prison, and
Harry Drury is specially named as one of them--Harry Drury and Gilbert
Clayton, whom Prince Rupert's men captured some time since."

To describe Maud's feelings when she heard how near Harry had been to an
ignominious death would be impossible. For a time she could only bow her
head in her hands, and weep out her thanksgiving to God for His great
mercy; but by degrees the hope that she should soon see him gradually
stole over her, until she recollected that Harry would scarcely venture
to call upon them, even though he had seen her in the town; for she
doubted not but that the prisoner who had looked at her so closely was
Harry, although she had failed to recognise him.

When Master Drury came in soon afterwards, it was evident he had heard
the news, although Harry's name was not mentioned.

"Maud," he said, drawing his chair close to hers as soon as they were
left alone, "you heard that the King's cabinet had been captured at the
battle of Naseby?"

Maud bowed. "Hath it been retaken?" she asked.

Master Drury shook his head. "Prithee, I would it had never existed," he
said, "or that I knew not aught of it."

"Have you seen the King's letters?" asked Maud.

"All the world will see them shortly," sighed the gentleman. "The rebels
have published some of his papers, calling it 'The King's Cabinet
Opened.'"

"Then all the world will know what a just and gentle monarch he is,"
said Maud.

"Alas! they will see that what these rebels say of him is true; that he
hath tried to sell his people to a foreign foe," groaned Master Drury.
"All his doings with the Irish rebels, and his negotiations with foreign
princes to bring troops over here, are given in these papers."

Maud started to her feet, flushed with indignation. "It is not true,"
she said. "It would be unkingly--beneath the majesty of our royal
Charles. It is a fabrication of the Parliament rebels."

"I would fain think so if I could," sighed Master Drury; "but, Maud, I
have heard from those who knew all the King's matters that these letters
are true copies of what were in the cabinet."

Maud dropped into her seat as though she had been shot. "The King is
false and untrue, then," she gasped, "and Harry is right after all."

"Hush, prithee, hush!" said Master Drury. "You know not what you say,
Maud;" but he did not speak as though he were angry that Harry's name
had been uttered.

"Marry, but