en had lost no
time in planning their capture.

Dennis the hangman, in spite of his previous treachery, caught in the
trap, was taken straight-way to jail, and Simon Tappertit, wounded and
raging, watched Dolly's departure from the floor, where he lay with his
wonderful legs, the pride and glory of his life, broken and crushed into
shapeless ugliness. The famous riots were over. Lord George Gordon was a
prisoner, hundreds were being arrested, and London was again growing
quiet.

Mrs. Rudge, poor mother! at last found Barnaby where he lay chained in
his cell and condemned to death. Day after day she never left him, while
Varden, the locksmith, and Haredale worked hard for his release. They
carried his case even to the King, and at the last moment, while he rode
on his way to execution, his pardon was granted.

Of the rest who died on the scaffold, Rudge, the murderer, was hanged,
cursing all men to the last; Maypole Hugh died glorying in his evil life
and with a jest on his lips, and Dennis, the hangman, was dragged to the
gallows cringing and shrieking for mercy.

A few weeks later Emma Haredale was married to Edward Chester and sailed
with him back to the West Indies, where he had established a flourishing
business.

Before this, however, his father, Sir John Chester, was well punished
for his hard heart and bad deeds by the discovery that Maypole Hugh, the
hostler, was really his own unacknowledged son, whose mother he had
deserted many years before. But even this blow, and the marriage of his
son Edward to the niece of his lifelong enemy, did not soften him. He
still hated Haredale with his old venom and loved to go to the ruins of
The Warren and gloat over its destruction.

On one of these visits he met and taunted Haredale beyond all endurance.
The two men drew their swords and fought a duel, which ended by
Haredale's running Sir John through the heart. Haredale left England at
once, entered a convent in a foreign country and spent his few remaining
years in penance and remorse.

Lord George Gordon, the poor deluded noble who had been the cause of all
this disorder, finally died, harmless and quite crazy, in Newgate
Prison. Simon Tappertit, in spite of his active part in the riots, was
luckier, for he got off with two wooden legs and lived for many years, a
corner boot-black.

Joe, of course, married Dolly Varden, and the locksmith gave her such a
generous marriage portion that he was able to set up in bu