The Lost Treasure of Trevlyn - A Story of the Days of the Gunpowder Plot
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The Lost Treasure of Trevlyn - A Story of the Days of the Gunpowder Plot


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Project Gutenberg's The Lost Treasure of Trevlyn, by Evelyn Everett-Green This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at Title: The Lost Treasure of Trevlyn A Story of the Days of the Gunpowder Plot Author: Evelyn Everett-Green Release Date: September 5, 2005 [EBook #16654] Language: English Character set encoding: ASCII *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LOST TREASURE OF TREVLYN *** Produced by Martin Robb THE LOST TREASURE OF TREV by Evelyn Everett-Green CONTENTS CHAPTER 1:The Inmates Of The Old Gate House. CHAPTER 2:The Inmates Of Trevlyn Chase. CHAPTER 3:The Lost Treasure. CHAPTER 4:A Night On Hammerton Heath. CHAPTER 5:The House On The Bridge. CHAPTER 6:Martin Holt's Supper Party. CHAPTER 7:The Life Of A Great City. CHAPTER 8:Cuthbert And Cherry Go Visiting. CHAPTER 9:The Wise Woman. CHAPTER 10:The Hunted Priest. CHAPTER 11:The Lone House On The River. CHAPTER 12:May Day In The Forest. CHAPTER 13:The Gipsy's Tryst. CHAPTER 14:Long Robin. CHAPTER 15:Petronella. CHAPTER 16:The Pixies' Dell. A Story of the Days of the Gunpow CHAPTER 17:Brother And Sister. CHAPTER 18:"Saucy Kate." CHAPTER 19:The Cross Way House. CHAPTER 20:How It Fared With Cherry. CHAPTER 21:The Gipsy's Warning. CHAPTER 22:Whispers Abroad. CHAPTER 23:Peril For Trevlyn. CHAPTER 24:Kate's Courage. CHAPTER 25:"On The Dark Flowing River." CHAPTER 26:Jacob's Devotion. CHAPTER 27:Yuletide At The Cross Way House. C h a p t e rT h e I n m a t e s O f T h e O l d G a t e 1: "Dost defy me to my face, sirrah?" "I have no desire to defy you, father, but--" "But me no 'buts,' and father me no 'fathers,'" stormed the angry old man, probably quite unconscious of the Shakespearian smack of his phrase; "I am no father to heretic spawn--a plague and a curse be on all such! Go to, thou wicked and deceitful boy; thou wilt one day bitterly rue thy evil practices. Thinkest thou that I will harbour beneath my roof one who sets me at open defiance; one who is a traitor to his house and to his faith?" A dark flush had risen in the face of the tall, slight youth, with the thoughtful brow and resolute mouth, as his father's first words fell upon his ears, and throwing back his head with a haughty gesture, he said: "I am not deceitful. You have no call to taunt me with that vice which I despise above all others. I have never used deceit towards you. How could you have known I had this day attended the service of the Established Church had I not told you so myself?" The veins on the old man's forehead stood out with anger; he brought his fist heavily down on the table, with a bang that caused every vessel thereon to ring. A dark-eyed girl, who was listening in mute terror to the stormy scene, shrank yet more into herself at this, and cast an imploring look upon the tall stripling whose face her own so much resembled; but his fiery eyes were on his father's face, and he neither saw nor heeded the look. "And have I not forbid--ay, and that under the heaviest penalties--any child of mine from so much as putting the head inside one of those vile heretic buildings? Would God they were every one of them destroyed! Heaven send some speedy judgment upon those who build and those who dare to worship therein! What wonder that a son turns in defiance upon his father, when he stuffs his ears with the pestilent heresies with which the wicked are making vile this earth!" Nicholas Trevlyn's anger became so great at this point as well nigh to choke him. He paused, not from lack of words, but from inability to utter them; and his son, boldly taking advantage of the pause, struck in once more in his own defence. "Father, you talk of pestilent heresies, but what know you of the doctrines taught within walls you never enter? Is it a pestilent heresy that Christ died to save the world; that He rose again for our justification; that He sent the Holy Spirit into the world to sanctify and gather together a Church called after His name? That is the doctrine I heard preached today, and methinks it were hard to fall foul of it. If you had heard it yourself from one of our priests, sure you would have found it nothing amiss." "Silence, boy!" thundered the old man, his fury suddenly changing to a white heat of passion, which was more terrible than the bluster that had gone before. "Silence, lest I strike thee to the ground where thou standest, and plunge this dagger in thine heart sooner than hear thee blaspheme the Holy Church in which thou wast reared! How darest thou talk thus to me? as though yon accursed heretic of a Protestant was a member of the Church of Christ. Thou knowest that there is but one fold under one shepherd, and he the Pope of Rome. A plague upon those accursed ones who have perverted the true faith and led a whole nation astray! But they shall not lead my son after them; Nicholas Trevlyn will look well to that!" Father and son stood with the table between them, gazing fixedly at one another like combatants who, having tested somewhat the strength each of the other, feel a certain doubt as to the termination of the contest, but are both ready and almost eager for the final struggle which shall leave the victory unequivocally on one side or the other. "I had thought that the Shepherd was Christ," said Cuthbert, in a low, firm tone, "and that the fold was wide enough to embrace all those baptized into His name." "Then thou only thinkest what is one more of those damnable heresies which are ruining this land and corrupting the whole world," cried Nicholas between his shut teeth. "Thou hast learned none such vile doctrine from me." "I have learned no doctrine from you save that the Pope is lord of all----of things temporal and things spiritual--and that all who deny this are in peril of hell fire," answered the young man, with no small bitterness and scorn. "And here, in this realm, those who hold this to be so are in danger of prison and death. Truly this is a happy state of things for one such as I. At home a father who