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THE LION’S WHELP
A Story of Cromwell’s Time
BY AMELIA E. BARR
Author of "The Bow of Orange Ribbon," "I, Thou and the Other One."
"The Maid of Maiden Lane,” Etc.
(Copyright, 1901, by Dodd, Mead & Company. All rights reserved.)
CHAPTER XIII.— (Continued.)
Then he turned to Matilda and led
her to a sofa, and comforted her; and
the men-servants came and took away
the dead body and laid it, as Anthony
wished, on his old master’s bed.
And in the great salon, now cleared
of its offending visitors, Cymlin sat
comforting Matilda and finally ques-
tioned her in a way that compelled
her to rely, in some measure, upon
him.
“Stephen was here yesterday?” he
asked.
“Part of the day. He left here at
four in the afternoon.”
"Yet
the mail-rider, under oath,
swore this morning that it was Ste-
phen who robbed the mail.”
She laughed queerly.
“But if it was not Stephen, who was
it?” he insisted, and he looked with
such a steady, confident gaze into Ma-
tilda’s face that she crimsoned to her
finger-tips. She could not meet his
eyes, and she could not speak.
“I wonder who played at being Ste-
phen de Wick,” he said gently, and
the silence between them was so sen-
sitive that neither accusation nor con-
fession was necessary.
“I wish that you had trusted me.
You might have done so and you
know it.”
After Anthony was buried, his will
was read. He left everything he pos-
sessed to the Lady Matilda de Wick,
and no one offered a word of dissent.
Sir Thomas seemed unusually de-
pressed and his lady asked him “if he
was in any way dissatisfied?”
“No,” he answered. “It is the death
of the young Lord Neville that gives
me constant regret.”
“Is he dead? Alas! Alas! Such a
happy, handsome youth. It is incred-
ible,” said Lady Jevery.
“I thought he had run away to the
Americas with your gold and
aunt’s jewels,” said Matilda.
“I.wronged him, I wronged
my
him
grievously,” answered Sir Thomas.
‘-'I kissed the rosy little brat."
"That wretch of a woman at The
Hague never paid him a farthing,
never even saw him. She intended to
rob me and slay him for a thousand
pounds, but under question of the law
she confessed her crime.”
“What do you think has happened
to him?”
“I think robbery and murder. Some-
one has known, or suspected, that he
had treasure with him. He has been
followed and assassinated, or he has
fought and been killed, and little Jane
Swaffham is slowly dying of grief and
cruel suspense. She loves him, and
they were betrothed.”
There was a short silence, and then
Matilda said: “Many brave young
lords have gone out from home and
friends these past years, and never
come back. Is Neville’s life worth
more than my brother’s life, than
thousands of other lives? I trow not!”
But in the privacy of her room she
could not preserve this temper.
‘1
wonder if Rupert slew him,” she mut-
tered. And anon----
“He would think it no wrong—only
a piece of good luck.
“He might also be jealous of Cluny.
I spoke often of the youth’s beauty—
I did that out of simple mischief—
but Rupert is touchy, sometimes cruel
—always eager for gold. Poor Jane!”
CHAPTER XIV.
A Little Further On.
The settlement of the affairs of An-
thony Lynn occupied Sir Thomas
much longer than he expected, and the
autumn found the family still at de
Wick. Stephen had escaped, as had
also his companion conspirators, Ma-
son and Blythe; and Matilda could not
but compliment herself a little on her
share in securing their safety.
Towards the middle of September
Sir Thomas roused himself from his
life among flowers and shrubs, and
said he must go back to London. He
had a sudden desire for his wharf and
his office, and the bearded, outlandish
men that he would meet there. And
as the ladies also wished to return to
London, the beautiful home quickly
put on an air of desertion. Boxes lit-
tered the hall; they were only waiting
until the September rain-storm should
pass away, and the roads become fit
for travel.
At this unsettled time, and in a
driving shower, Cymlin and Doctor
Verity were seen galloping up the
avenue one evening. Every one was
glad at the prospect of news and com-
pany, Sir Thomas so much so, that he
went to the door to meet the Doctor.
"Nobody could be more welcome,” he
said; "and pray, what good fortune
brings you here?"
“I come to put my two nephews in
Huntingdon Grammar school. I want
them to sit where Cromwell sat,” he
answered.
“Ah! this great Cromwell!” said
Lady Jevery; “but if he has the wily
Mazarin at his disposal, why can he
not find out something about that poor
Lord Neville? Has Col. Ayrton re-
turned, or is he also missing?”
“He returned some time ago. He
discovered nothing of importance.”
“Then I suppose we shall see no
more of Lord Neville. I am very sor-
ry. He was a good youth, and he loved
Jane Swaffham very honestly.”
A week after this evening the Jev-
erys were in their own house, and Ma-
tilda had sent word to Jane Swaffham
that she wanted to see her. She
opened her heart on various subjects
to Jane, more especially on Anthony
Lynn’s dramatic life and death, and
the money and land he had left her.
“Of course,” she said, “it is only tem-
porary. When the King comes home,
Stephen will be Earl de Wick, and I
shall willingly resign all to him. In
the meantime I intend to carry out
Anthony’s plans for the improvement
of the estate.”
When this subject had been talked
well over, Jane named cautiously the
lover in France. Much to her sur-
prise, Matilda seemed pleased to en-
large on the topic. She spoke herself
of Prince Rupert, and of the poverty
and suffering Charles’ Court were en-
during, and she regretted with many
strong expressions Rupert’s presence
there. “All he makes is swallowed up
in the bottomless Stuart pit,” she
said; “even my youth and beauty have
gone the same hopeless road.”
“There was a queer story about
Stephen robbing the mail and tearing
up the three warrants for the arrest
of Blythe and Mason and himself,”
said Jane.
“Did you believe that, Jane?”
“The mail was robbed. The war-
rants were never found. Stephen has
a daredevil temper at times. When
did you hear from him?”
“I hear from him very often now,
Jane, for it is the old, old story—
money, money, money. But I am not
going to strip de Wick a second time
for them,” then drawing Jane close to
her, and taking her hand she said with
an impulsive tenderness:
“Jane, dear Jane, I do not wish to
open a wound afresh, but I am sorry
for you, I am indeed! How can you
bear it ?".
“I have cast over it the balm of
prayer; I have shut it up in my
heart, and given my heart to God.
I have said to God, ‘Do as thou wilt
with me.’ I am content, and I have
found light in sorrow, brighter than all
the flaring lights of joy.”
“Then you believe him to be dead?”
“Yes. There is no help against such
a conclusion, and yet, Matilda, there
comes to me sometimes, such an in-
stantaneous, penetrating sense of his
presence, that I must believe he is not
far away,” and her confident heart’s
still fervor, her tremulous smile, her
eyes like clear water full of the sky,
affected Matilda with the same appre-
hending. And there was such a haunt-
ing sweetness about the chastened
girl that Matilda looked round wan-
deringly; it was as if there were
freshly gathered violets in the room.
She remained silent, and Jane, after
a few minutes’ pause, said, “I must
go home, now, and rest a little. To-
morrow I am bid to Hampton Court.”
“And you will come and tell me all
about your visit. The world turned
upside down is an entertaining spec-
tacle. Ann Clarges the market wom-
an in one place, and Elizabeth Crom-
well in another—"
“The Cromwells are my friends, Ma-
tilda. And I will assure you that
Hampton Court never saw a more
worthy . queen than Elizabeth Crom-
well.”
“I have a saucy tongue, Jane—do
not mind when it backbites; there is
no one like you. I love you well!"
These words with clasped hands ard
kisses between the two girls. Then
Matilda’s face became troubled and
she sat down alone, with her brows
drawn together and her hands tightly
clasped.
“Did Rupert kill Neville?” she ask-
ed herself. “Oh, me, I do fear it. He
lied to me, then; of course he lied;
but that was no new thing for him to
do. What shall I do?” Sne went over
and over this train of thought, and
ended always with the same irreso-
lute, anxious question, “What shall I
do?”
The next day Jane went to Hampton
Court. She was conducted to an
apartment in one of the suites for-
merly occupied by Queen Henrietta
Maria. As she dressed herself she
thought of the great men and women
who had lived and loved, and joyed
and sorrowed under the ancient roof
of Wolsey’s splendid palace.
In a brilliantly lighted room Mr. and
Mrs. Claypole and Mr. and Mrs. Rich-
ard Cromwell and Doctor John Owen,
and Mr. Milton, and Dr. Verity were
grouped around her highness the Pro-
tector’s handsome wife. She sat at
the Protector’s right hand, and Jane
Swaffham sat at his left.
He was in an unusually happy mood
and Doctor Owen, remarking it, Ad-
miral Blake said, “They had been
mobbed—mobbed by women—and the
Protector had the best of it and that
was a thing to pleasure any man.”
Then Mrs. Cromwell laughed and said:
“Your highness must tell us all now,
or we shall be very discontented.
Where were you, to meet a mob of
women?”
“We were in London streets, some-
where near the waterside. Blake was
with me and Blake is going to Ports-
mouth to take command of an expe-
dition.”
“Where to?” asked Mrs. Claypole.
“Well, Elizabeth, that is precisely
the question this mob of women want-
ed me to answer. You are as bad as
they were. But they had some ex-
cuse.”
“Pray what excuse, sir, that I have
not?”
“They were the wives of the sailor
men going with our admiral on his
expedition. And they got all around
me, they did indeed, and one handsome
woman with a little lad in her arms—
she told me to look well at him be-
cause he was called Oliver after me-
took hold of my bridle and said, ‘You
won’t trample me down, General, for
the lad’s sake, and ’tis but natural
for us to want to know where you
are sending our husbands. Come,
General, tell us wives and mothers
where the ships are going to?’ And
there was Robert Blake laughing and
thinking it fine sport, but I stood up
in my stirrups and called out as loud
as I could, •Women, can you be quiet
for one minute?’ They said, ‘Aye, to
be sure we can, if you’ll speak out,
General.’ Then I said to them, ‘You
want to know where the ships and
your men are going. Listen to me!
The Ambassadors of France and Spain
would, each of them, give a million
pounds to know that. Do you under-
stand, women?’ And for a moment
there was a dead silence, then a shout
of comprehension and laughter, and
the woman at my bridle lifted the boy
Oliver to me and I took him in my
arms and kissed the rosy little brat,
and then another shout and the
mother said, General, you be right wel-
come to my share of the secret,’ ‘and
mine!’ ‘and mine!’ ‘and mine!’ they
all shouted, and the voices of those
women went to my heart and brain
like wine, they did that. They made
me glad; I believe I shouted
them.”
(To be continued.)
with
SHOULD HAVE CLIPPED WINGS.
Wise and Profound Decision of a Glas-
gow Bailie.
A story is told of a Glasgow’ bailie
whose knowledge of natural history
was limited. One day, while on the
bench, the following case came before
him:
A man who had a squirrel, on going
to the country for a short time, left
the squirrel in charge of a neighbor.
The neighbor, when attending to the
animal, accidentally left the door of its
cage open, and, without being seen, it
made its escape.
On his return, the owner of the
squirrel was very angry at the man for
his carelessness, and brought an ac-
tion against him, demanding compen-
sation for the loss of his pet.
The bailie heard both parties, and
then gave the following as his deci-
sion. He said to the neighbor:
“Noe doot ye did wrang to open the
cage-door, but”—turning the pursuer
—“ye was wrang, tae, for ye should
have clippit the beast’s wings.”
“It’s a duadruped, your honor!" said
the man.
“Quadruped here or quadruped there
if ye had clippit its wings it couldna
hae flown awa’. I dismiss the case.”
About the Size of It.
She—Do you consider it wicked to
bet?
He—It is if you lose.
She—Why the distinction?
He—Because no person has a moral
right to be wrong.
What Started the Scrap.
L,arry—"Oi’d hov yez to know that
me grandfather niver showed his
heels on th’ batthlefield."
Denny—"Bedad, thin, Oi suppose
he retreated backwards."
THE LIMIT OF ALLITERATION
No One Has Equaled These Lines,
Result of a Challenge.
A literary Frenchman being in
company with Dr. Wallis, was boast-,
ing of the superiority of the French
language in regard to euphony, and
challenged the doctor to produce any-,
thing in English equal to the follow-
ing lines:
Quand un Cordier, cordant, veult
corder une corde,
Pour sa corde, corder, trois cordons il
accorde;
Mis si un des cordons de la corde dis-
corde,
Le cordon discordant fait discorder
la corde.
The doctor, with promptitude, im-
mediately translated the very words,
into English, only substituting for the
French word corde the English word
twist. The first four of the following
lines exactly correspond with those
of the Frenchman; the next four were
added by the doctor by way of com-
pleting his triumph. The remaining
lines were not written till some time
after.
Dr. Johnson was so pleased with
the above anecdote that he gives the
whole twelve lines in his folio dic-
tionary, to show into how many twist-
ings and bearings the words twist and
twister may be twisted:
When a twister a twisting will twist
him a twist,
For the twisting his twist he three
times doth entwist;
But if one of the twists of the twist
doth untwist,
The twine that untwisteth, untwisteth
the twist.
Untwisting the twine that untwisteth
between,
He twines with his twister the two in
a twine;
The twist having twisted the twines
of the twine,
He twisteth the twine he had twisted
in twain
The twine that in twisting before
in the twine,
As twines were untwisted, he now
■ doth untwine;
’Twixt the twain intertwisting a twine
more between.
He twisteth his twister, makes a twist
of the twine.
BARBER SHOP WITHOUT TALK.
Only Deaf Mutes Employed in New
York Establishment.
There is one barber shop in the
city where persons who have a pre-
dilection against talkative wielders of
the razor and scissors can go without
being bored, says the New York Tele-
gram. It is a tonsorial parlor where
all the operatives, including the
“boss,” are deaf and dumb.
It has not been opened very long,
and at first two of the four journey-
men employed in the place could talk.
They made up in this respect for the
silence of the others to such an ex-
tent that the boss, not being able to
hear what they were saying and be-
ing suspicious that they were taking
advantage of their associates’ afflic-
tion to say mean things about them,
let them go.
In their places are two graduates
of a deaf mutes’ training school, the
proprietor himself being one.
The barbers seem to have no diffi-
culty in understanding the wants of
their patrons, and they can also make
the patrons understand them by pan-
tomime. But in case any difficulty
should arise in this respect a small
slate and pencil hangs by the side of
each chair.
One advantage the operatives have
over their fellows is that they can
make comments about their -patrons
in the sign language without the lat-
ter knowing it.
Horse on the Boss.
The stenographer who couldn’t spell
was called into the private office.
"This is outrageous!” exclaimed the
employer.
“What’s the matter?” asked the
stenographer.
“Half of these words are mis-spell-
ed,” said the employer.
But the stenographer was resource-
ful. Only a day or so before she had
been reading an article on spelling
reform.
"How do you know they are?” she
asked.
“Any dictionary will prove it,” re-
plied the employer.
"What’s the use relying on diction-
aries?” asked the stenographer. "We
are in a period of great changes.”
Thereupon she brought out six dif-
ferent magazines that had articles on
the different methods of simplifying
English spelling and demonstrated to
him without trouble that authorities
could be produced for any old com-
bination of letters that she cared to
put together.—New York Times.
Mistakes of Two Queens.
Marie Antoinette, escaping from the
Tuileries, turned to the right instead
of to the left after passing the inner
arch. She lost hey way, lost time,
and by this means lost her own head
and the head of Louis VI. So the
story of Carlyle runs.
Queen Draga of Servia, according
to the cable news of the hour, meant
to leave Belgrade, but waited for a
going-away gown, being anxious that,
as a fugitive, she should appear in
becoming attire. The queen and Alex-
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There are many gaps in the hedge
which the divinity
spreads about royalty,
small circumstances
of tradition
And spiteful
slips easily
through with fateful large results. Be-
sides which it appears that he must
be a wise king who can forereckon
with the false step cr folly of his
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