Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1880-12-17

sauce-boat.
At first | am So dumfcnndered at
this extraordinary apparitioh, that can
do nothing but stare Presently, how
ever, burst into an uncomfortable fit
oflaughter, at which the sour face grows
visibly sourer.
Recovering before long, and looking
from her to my own habiliments, which F..
l now find are composed of GOLDEN
broidered ruby and pale gray, Whats +
the meaning of this ludlcrous masQue- !
rade?" ask.
At thi1 she lifts her hands in pious
horror. "Masqueradel I Ginna ken
what ye mean, we THA@~ sic Popish
things now, except it may be now and
again at the palace"
THE palaccln excaim.
"Ay, Holyrood. They say the queen
hersel dances and the like; so they tell
me does your own queen"
"Who? Queen Victoria?" This is too
much of d joke, and l again go off into a
fit of laughter.
The old woman Tejoins very tartly,-
cay, Victoria, if it pleases ye TO call her
So We had daft English gallant here
once who called her 'Gloriosa, but here
we just call her by her name, which Pm
thinking's Elizabeth"
! At this point | yell again; at which
the old dame puts down the lamp on the
table with bang and an irate glance,
and stalks out of the room.
! Left to myself, glance round, to find,
with start of surprise, that the room
has completely changed its appearance.
| In place of the iron CRATE before which
lately sat down is now wide hearth,
on which smolders huge log of wood.
The somewhat shabby furniture in
which Mrs. Macfarlane'5 apartments
rejoice, has become transformed to
heavy, somber, carved oaken chairs and
table The walls in lieu Of gaudy paper,
have Il wainscOting of dark wood; and
the floor Of bare boards ls innocent OF
drugget or covering Of any sort. Over
one Of the chairs near me is thrown care
lessly furred velvet cloak; while laid
across the chair are n sword and hat.
| walk to the window. which has now
become a -paned easement and
gazing out can see the rich spire of St
Giles defined against the dark blue Of
the night sky, the one unchanged thing
about me.
Again, going to the door, bewilderet
beyond measure, I call, rs the woman
seems to answer to that name, "Mr9
, Macfarlane;" :" whereot The old dame re
t turns, and stands just inside the door
| way, eyeing me suspiciously.
Presently she says, I'm thinking
t sir, your bit Of sleep has just added you
8 brains a wee bit
/, "Indeed,n reply, Il think SO too"
: At this candid confession her face rC
It lakes; in fact, if it were capable Of
d smile, | almost think she'd give way t
n one, as she goes on. "Or it's maybe tn
hard riding hae done it"
.e Hard ridingT'
n Gay, your journey from England Y
didna arrive till this morning, and b.
Il Ike ye're no get quite got over It,"
8! My good woman" l cry. "whi
y the deuce are you talking about? "
l been in Edinburgh for the last twely
I'd month, and when did come from En-
u land | no more rode than ] flew, b
ne came by railway, like reasonable b
H. ing"
er She stares at me as though l were
A. wild beast
"Deed, then, don't know what t
railway may be. P'raps yell tell l
~ next ye came on q broomstiCk"
ny At this | lose all patience, and {
us claim, rs this an asylum for Bedla
m! ties, OF what? And who the devil ;
sly you?"
in To which she answers, "There'tl
of body mad here but yourself; and as
me, I'm Mistress Bridget Macfarla
'et and no connected with the dell in :
OF way"
my "Oh, you're Mrs. Macfarelane,
'ar- you?' | gasp. "Tnen who am I?'
dor You should kt---iliIrI q better than l
INK but ye telled me when ye came I
tuIl morning that yer name was Sir He(
TIefoy.n
'me "Well," | think, Thank Heave
un" haven't changed my name with
1t | clothesw Then aloud, d,-"And perh
| also told you then what was dc
| 60 heIe?"
NO." she says, Eye didna, but otl
did. Ye come from the English ct
nd with letters to the queen"
"In the name o! wonder, what quee
'ull "Why, Queen Mary" she says,
patiently.
What" cry, MARY Stuart M
lded Queen of Scots"
"Ay, who else should she be but Y,
an o ScOtsp"
wish A sudden light breaks in upon mt
here have my wish. have gone back
le in hundred years in the worlds hist
and am residing in Edinburgh in
;, in reign of Mary Stuart. l, Hector Trt
AT at last am realizing my dearest ambit
eply, evidently, ! have come on an emt
mea from Elizabeth, and ! look down
catch the glitter of the gilt spurs or
aybe heels. OF courJe, remember she
sir" "Sir" Hector. lam knight Oh,