"Well, you need not laugh, young man, because you were the turkey they were talking about. That Renard is a devil; he has brought my husband to this."
The morning of Thanksgiving day the Gazette "beat" every other newspaper in town with an exclusive report of the capture of the dangerous anarchist Renard, who had been manufacturing bombs in a house on Staten Island. And that night Fred dined with his family at their home up the Hudson, and told them much that did not appear in his printed account of the affair.
[IN THE TOWER OF MANY STORIES.]
BY MRS. LEW. WALLACE.
THE LITTLE PRINCES.
THE BLOODY TOWER.
There is no breath to stir the old shadows, no voice nor hearing, only a still, solemn past telling, as we tread the pavement in the great Tower of London, its many stories that belong to that historic prison. In this scene of blackest crimes nothing remembered is half so sorrowful as the murder of the two Princes who were sent to the Tower by their uncle, Richard III., King of England. You have heard it, for it is an old tale and often told. He is usually called the Hunchback; some say he was not deformed, except in having a very short neck and one shoulder higher than the other. He was lame, but this defect was soon forgotten in the beauty of his face. He had pale olive skin, delicate features, smooth forehead, and proud lips quick to express the feeling which shone in his deep black eyes. His will was law, and he sprang on his enemies like the tiger on its prey if they were between him and his aims.