THE MONTHLY PACKET HALF-YEARLY VOLUME EDITED BY CHRISTABEL R. COLERIDGE AND ARTHUR INNES. NEW SERIES.-VIII. VOLUME LXXXVIII. PARTS DXXI. TO DXXVI., JULY-DEC., 1894. LONDON: A. D. INNES AND CO., 1894. INDEX. All in a Garden-Fowls. By Phil Robinson Among the 'Pennsylvania Dutch.' By Oscar Fay Adams. Cameos from English History. By C. M. Yonge :- Castle Building. By Frances E. Crompton 120, 244, 372, 499, 622, 746 Decapitation of the Sleeping Ojibbeway. By Ralph Roberts, M.A.. During a Stroll. By Phil Robinson 447 582 659 72 318, 439 427 Fields of my Childhood, The. By Katharine T. Hinkson Fontevrault Present and Past. By E. C. Price Harlech Castle. By Quilla Heroines at Home. By M. Bramston . Hunch-backed Brownie, The Story of the. By Roma White John Wesley's Novel. By Helen Shipton. Ladies' Settlements, Two of the. By Paperknife. Lifelong Friends. By C. M. Yonge Margery Gervase. By Helen Shipton. 301063 National Gallery, In the. By Cosmo Monkhouse :- VI.-The Human Form Divine 546 87 577 206 302 Sailors who swim from the Head, The. By C. M. Yonge St. Francis de Sales. By Rosa N. Carey. Venice and her Women. By the Author of 'Mademoiselle Mori' Village Heroine, A. By Fergus Mackenzie Wise Children of the Woods. By Phil Robinson THE MONTHLY PACKET. NEW SERIES. JULY, 1894. MY LADY ROTHA. A ROMANCE. BY STANLEY WEYMAN, AUTHOR OF 'A GENTLEMAN OF FRANCE,' 'THE HOUSE OF THE WOLF,' ETC. Copyrighted in America by Stanley F. Weyman, 1894. CHAPTER XIX. IN A GREEN VALLEY. HE was as good as his word. Before the sun had been up an hour six of the mutineers, chosen by lot from a hundred of the more guilty, dangled from a great tree which overhung the brook, and were already forgotten-so short are soldiers' memories-in the hurry and bustle of a new undertaking. The slope of the ridge which divided us from the neighbouring valley was soon dotted with parties of men making their way up it, through bracken and furze which reached nearly to the waist; while the horse under Count Waska rode slowly off to make the circuit of the hill and enter the next valley by an easier road. My lady chose to climb the hill on foot, in the track of the pikemen, though the heavy dew, which the sun had not yet drunk up, soon drenched her skirts, and she might, had she willed it, have been carried to the top on men's shoulders. The fern and long grass delayed her and made our progress slow, so that the general's dispositions were in great part made when we reached the summit. He was still busy, however, but he had eyes for us. He came at once and placed us in a small coppice of fir trees that crowned one of the knobs of the ridge. From YOL. 88 (VIII.-NEW SERIES). NO. 521. I |