Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1873-02-11
Stlttt StOrp.
IFro. IN. Lady's Frieud.l
THE WHITE ROSE or YORK,
BY ELsIE roLKo.

In an ppaltmcn. Of The Bcauchamp
Tower. London. i yoang maidc" seems
busil, at WogA over her books Her Ia
bic is covered with rolios in the Latin
Language. \ simple. white dress tails
in ample folds AROUND the tall, slender
form; at the neck is "a broad, pointed
lace collar. the sleeves are made in puG>.
Nothing can compare with the exquisite
delicacy OF the neck and hands. Tho
magniticcu: goIdeG.auburn hair is wound
in - heavy coil At The back OF The head,
but over brow and temples, and behind
the small cans. il nipples in uumberlcs4
tiny rin.lets like the suubeams Golden
also are the lashc, Of the dcep.b.uc eyes,
The expression OF tAc lace Is li.m rather
than geutle, tbc forehead is that OF a
sovereign; the nose is acqniline; but
around the lips al this moment plays a
smile Of uuuuc,ablc sweetness, and the
glance says: Il am happy, lor-l love" :"
The maiden writes eagerly on loose
leaf which lies in the volume before ber,
and Il +, verses she iucribcs upon IL.
This Young poeIcss is he daughter OF
Henry VIII. and the lovely, unfortunate
Anne Bo'eyu, Elizabeth OF ENGLAND,
sister or the reiSning queen, Mmy Now
,ac .eys down The pen hastily folds The
liulc sheet, couceals it in her dress, aud
resumes her melancholy but nyo'iIc
place ia tie deep window niche, where
for hours long she has been standing.
The evening shadows already Ill the
little apartment. which la The brightest
sunshine doe, not lose its somoic charac
ter. Tor IA is 81 "sirong chamber" Of the
Tower Tie youns sir, glzes dreami(
ou, over the massive wall, aud dark
giant buildings. to ;ho river over ~ho>c
CLASSY surface the ships lre aziiy floating
up and down-aud further. further On ,u
the tower and The roal leading To Lond d'n.
There i, was she had first seen him, rha
man who had become tae happiness anI
the misery OF her young life. Fresh auJ
glowing, as if ii had been aai yesterday
| taat suprcme mqWen, again "si be!p'e
her SOU!
Mary. the newly. crowned queen, h1'
descended hum her white p.iiIcy before
that t.,a! gate. aud there lhc most dis
liugui,hcd prisoner of ,hc Tower await
ed her, and with her f wo,a ct grace
In the g.l,tering lctiuUc Of thc soror,igu
among all those mobiles, pages and beau
I tilul court DANES was a young Girl ia,
most simply clad OF a. who were 81
white rose in her giIdlc. The eyes u
this maiden hung as ii spell bound, upon
The form of youth who knelt ana i'm
p.ored her grace. lie was the grandson
of the Princess Cathariue, the prou,
daughter of Edward lN.-yOung Edward
| Courlenay whom. in his twelfth year ,altel
his fathers death. the Count of Devon
shire had brought TO the Tower. anC
there, in the tumult OF that troubled
iimc. had forgotten
! they had from earliest times been re-
nowned for their beauty and bravery, the
sons OF this old race, and ii was plain tC
see that this young prisoner Of twenty
five years had inherited the beauty in
/ fullest measure.
His noble. regular features were death
ly pale at this moment, and Gp expres
sion Of deepest melancholy lay in hi:
large, dark eyes. The brown hair fell in
/ floating curlS over his shoulders, and the
proud giace OF his bearing enchanted all
The queen bowed low to Edward
Courtenay. then passed, in he's trailing
crimson dress, along the row Ct prison
srs now and thea extending her hand tc
one, and saluting all with friendly gra'
cious words. As she again stood before
Edward Courtenay. something like
eleam of tenderness passed over hei
hard face.
"And what wish you,my poor cousin ?
she asked.
Your grace. dear queen. which ioi
me is freedom" be replied, and bowed
! over her hand.