Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1855-06-16


wand"
He struck, as he spoke, beautiful bough
of opening wild roses, which hung half way
across the narrow road but not one leaf fell,
and they bounded up again, and waved their
bluShing blossoms in defiance Warwick fixed
his eyes eagerly, as Edward again angrly
struck at the bough-again it bent, again not
leaf fell, but in the rebound it struck the
white palfrey on the face, who reared and
plunged violently
" What say ye to the Red Rose, now ?"
cried Warwick. ooh there is truth in omens
of i'll ~ and his thoughts turned to that even
ing when Edward had so unconscously taken
up the glove.
Edward turned coolly round, and marked
with anger the blank and horror-struck looks
of his attendants. at is your presence, my
lord, that brings evil omens," said he, "and
therefore your question l will answer because
it will relieve us from your unwished-for com
pany. Marry the lady Bona 1 erM not and
ask We the reason, I am qoed"
ITO whom Edward of York-wed to
whom ?"
" 1t is truly fitting that the King of England
should reply to all that Lord Warwick asks"
said Edward, keeping down his anger to add
bitterness to his sarcasm, land truly fitting
too, that Lord Warwick should know nv lady
loves name, that, as Lord High Chamberlain
at her cornation, he may be ready to do her his
accustomed suit and service The Lady Eliza
beth Wydville is my bride, who, albeit the
widow of one who was only Lancastran
knight, is yet daughter to an earl, though he
beareth, not the quarterings of the Beauchamps
and the NevilleS" Edward lifted his cap, with
mock expression of humility, and bowed with
a smile of scorn, And now, hath my Lord of
Warwick any more to ask ?"
Warwick turned a gloomy look on him, and
with violent effort replied, Thou hast baited
the bear-'ware his vengeance"
Edward again bowed with q mock humility,
and, setting spurs to Lady Blanche, swiftly
rode on. The trampe of the horses aroused
Warwick from his bitter dream. Edward"
cried he, stay ! wherefore should | keep my
fathers ring, when the son thus scorns my
friendship? Take it, and my defiance :" He
snatched a ring from his forefnger, and flung
it far on the road then setting spurs to his
iron-grcy he swiftly rejoined his wandering
company.
Meanwhile Edward rode on in angry silence
He felt that he was already about to reap the
fruit of his ill-advsed marriage in the hostility,
perhaps the detection, of the most powerful
aud most attached of all his mobiles, and it was
with no lover-lika haste that he pursued his
journey, until the towers of Grafton rose be-
fore him. There, even when the polite Duchess
Jaqueline came forward with flask of wine and
Spice-plate, and the fair Elizabeth herself
bounded lightly to meet him, cloud overspread
his brow. He set down the cup of untasted
wine he gazed coldly on the delicate features
of his three weeks bride, and too well did her
subtle mother perceive, though as yet she knew
not the cause, that no chain, however fine,
could long bind captive the white falcon of
York
g Our Lady sain We, Lord Warwick" cried
DR.. Bourchier, as, pale and agitated, he enter
ell the study what hath come to pass
sent a message 20 Warwick House, praying We
not to see the King to-day, but t was said We
had not returned"
And wherefore not ?"
Because there is jeopardy-danger of loss
Of favor, danger even to your house"
Danger of loss of favor have | already in
Cured yes, Edward and have met, and parted
foemen'
St Mary"
"Aye, and he is rcd, to the upstart Rivers
daughter and he taunted me with my noble
ancestry, with the bearings of the Beauchamps
and the Nevilles-the bear hath been Shrewdly
baited, but the time will come-will it not p
when he shall be evenged"
The astrologer gazed on Warwick in silence,
struck with astonishment at the accurate fulfil
ment of his own predictions at length he
found words. And what said We to him ?"
Defied him, and flung back the ring that
his father exchanged with me-
"The saints forefend and yet surely that
very ring is on your finger"
Warwick looked hurriedly on the ring which
on his right hand 1t is" said he
" ST. George and St Michael t is mine own
seal ring that have cast away"
"IIeed it not, Lord Warwick Philip MaIpes
will soon make We better"
Gle will not, he cannot wo worth the day
would it had been this ring ~
Say not so on that ring depends much,
that time alone will show"
But on the other depends more it was
made by a learned man who will never make
another, finished at fortunate point of time,
endowed with great and wOndrous virtues St
Mary five hundred marks would willingly
give to him who could restore it."
"Perchance it may be found"
No. no, my evil destiny prevails but truly
whoever brought me that ring might gain
even whatever he asked for"
Both sat in slence-Warwick absorbed in
grief for the loss of his so highly
priced seal ring, and DR.. Bourchier in anxious
conjcctures as to what the peculiar virtues of
that cherished ring could be, for Warwick had
never before even spoke of it, At length
Warwick rose. " DR.. Bourchier, thank you
for your skill" said he "yc have foretold
most truly things which l little deemed would
come to pass-show me how may avert their
evil consequences. Be a friend to me, as l
have ever shown myself to you, and ask what
guerdon ye please"
For myself | haze nought to ask but.