New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1889-11-17

fathers death, ana had there i"ii0H
Francis Drake who took him into his following
led him abroad upon bold emprses, ana 'rSiiieo
him into an advcnturer of the period
:" No love and little liking served this pair,
Tn look and word impaired as white anu Diaoh-
of once rich bough the last unlycky irut.
The one for straightness like Noranu pine
Set on some precipicc's perll9us euge'
Intrefdd handsome, little past blown YOUTH
M all n,,re thought and brave deed amorous, ,
Morlded the courts high atmosphere TO brestbs'
Yet liking well the camp NOR n ,,eda "'
Poet soldier courticr, twas the Inoue'
The other-as a glow-worm to sur
Snsn;cions morbid. PASSIONATE, sclfinvolvso,
The soul half eaten out with sontuae,
Corrodcd like a sword-blade lew III sne"'h
Asleep and lost to action-in woru'
A misanthrope q miser a soured man.
One fortune loved not and looked at issuance
. Now there lived in the village maiden named
Griselda. whose father. brave "1d ioyal ou
soldier had perilled his life TO rescue the oouy oil
Rawdon Wyndham when the latter was hiied
before Calais Rawdons widow honored this oiu
servtor. and Griselda naturally received tne iaVor
of the lady though when the wloo" I'LL aoI urn
died, and the sattirnine Richard succeeacu o,p
ties and friendships were neglected. Griseida III
her childhood had been much at uho Ao"ei'' 'u'
had always disliked Richard
ain her chid+thought,
Confused him somehow with thosg cru.! sn"pe'
or iron men that up there at tne lo"ers IL
Ouiclxened her pulse: For he was gauhV HIS "'"'
Mature beyond the logic OF his years
Had in IL something sinister ana grim,
Like to the visage pregnant 1ah9y saw
Behind the bars of each dlsused casque
In this east chamber where the harness hunE
And dinted shields of Wyndhams gone 10 grace.
Richard Wvndham had well-nigh forgotten
Griselda. whose early youth did not give PROMISE
Of the beauty to be developed later:
q. perhaps because dull custom made ner Tame.
thaf che was not cOmclN III lne Duu'
Her sweetness hating like a tardy May 49,.
That weeps itself in mist and seems not 1e'r'
For this or finer reason undlvlnsd,
His Thought she touched not, and ever gao wi'nai
When she did note how others took his eye
And were run after
So she lived peaceful until one day these two
Meeting as they hundred times had meO
On hill path or the crossing OF the weir,
Her beauty broke on him like some rare Hover
That was not Yesterday. Even so the spring
Unclasps the gir1e Of Its loneliness ,.,e..
Abruptly. in the North here: long the driite
IjnSer in hollows. long on bOugh and brier
No Slight leaf ventures lest the frosts keen tooth
Nip il, and then all suddenly the earth
Is nOnght but scent and bloom 90 uh'o hiu
Griseldas grace unclosed.
Straiobt1yov he fell in love with the maid and
beoan n WOO her. but she would have none of him,
and finally. VIXEN he said that he should not have
uttered ,,,oaoa
And this one time must needs lend hearing TO-
And end sorry business ere WV '.'AiNi
Like n true maid and honest as she Whs
So tutoring the tremblc upon her mp
And holding back hot tears, she gave reply
With such discretion as stralGht H,u ms uonsue'
Albeit he lacked not boldncss in DISCOURSE;
Indeed, indeed sir. you speak but IN less'
Lightly not meaning it. in courtier-way.
have heard said that ladies at The court.
Judge them not have most forglvins ehrs'
And list right Willingly to idle words; =,
Listen and smile and never stain check;
Yet not such words your fathers son should use
With me my fathers daughter. You 1orget
What should most precious he to mcmoryS hearn;
Love that dared death and so fare we'll tarcWeli
II was in sooth; for after that one time
Though he had fain with passion,breathed vows
BcSieged that marble citadel her DFeast,
He got no speech of her.
Griselda avoided him persstently and his PASSION
grew by the restraint put upon it. His moodiness
increased upon him Presently he bethoueht him
self that the girl might have another sutton for
whom she was more complaisant, and he resolved
to watch her One night he was out in his grounds,
prowling and glooming over his ill-fortune when ne
got sound of voices in the air
That did such strange and goblin changes ring
As left him doubtful whence the murmurS came
Now here, now there, as they were winged Things
Such trick plays Echo upon eplcsS wight =,
Chance-catght in lonely places, where she dwells.
Anon laugh rang out, melOdlouS,
Like the mcrles note when its ecStatic heart
is packed with summertime then all was still
So still the soul Of silence seemed TO grleve
The loss of that sweet laughter. In his tracks
The man stopped short, and listened As he leaned
And craned his neck, and pccred into the gloom,
And would the fabulous hundred eyes were his
That Argus in the Grecian legend had,
lie saw two figures moving through DRIFT
OF mOOnlg ht that lay stretched across the lawn
4 mans tall SHAPE, a slim shape close al side,
Her palm in tender fashion pressed TO his,
The woven sneod about her shoulders IN len,
And from the SOmbre midnight Of her hair
An ardent face outlOoliing like star
As in vision saw lac this, for straight
They vanished"
The girl was Grisclda but who WIS tho man .
While he pondcred this query, it answered by
Darrels voice singing Darrclrs favorite song,
Sweetheart, Sigh No Mo2e7-a perfect little
Elizabethan lyric, by the way. The master of The
Towers goes home raging against his brother
who has thus crossed his path where his affections
are most deeply engaged and in the stiffness of his
| unl GIFTED chamber his bitter and malignant re-
Gections turn to murder While thus brooding
lie hears his brothers foOtstep on the shngle wall,
below,
and Wyndham in the dark
| lIalf-crouched upon the settle with his nails
| Indcnting the soft woodwork held his breath
/ Then suddenly a blind rage like flame
! Swept over him and hurled him TO his feet
! Such rage must have filled the soul of Cain.
| Meeting his brother IN the stubbe-ield"
Darrell came onward toward the house:
singing in high-hcartcd way,
! lis true-lOvcs kiss a memory on his lip
! Strai ght on he came 10 unrcnowned end
| Whose dream had been in good chain-mail Ia die
! On some wcll-fCuehtn field at set Of sun
! With glorious peal Of trumpcs on his ear.
| Proclaiming victory. So had he dreamed
! And there. within arch at the stair1top
! And screened behind = painted hancing-cloth
! or coilcd gold serpentS ready to mike spring
| Ignoblc Death StOtd. his cOnyulsyc hand
! GIasping u rapier PARKWAY down the blade.
To deal the blow with cadly-ewcllrd biIt-
Black Death. Turned white with horrors of himself
Straight on came he that sang the bithr sra-sOnq
| And now his step was an IA" stair. and now
| He neared the blazoned hanging cloth and now
| The deed was done, and at once the nocpSslty
| Of removing the evidence Of il became apparent
| 4 hidingpace suggested itself TO tn, murderer
| At n dark acoycs end of that long hall.
| The ancient armOr-ro0m in the cast wing
| certain door whereof no mortal knew
| Save Wyndham, now that others lay a-coldl
| Was 10 the panels Of the wall set
And with such dayii~h shrewdness overlnid
By carvings of wih-hower and curlod grape.lcaf
! That one not in the favor Of the trick
! Albeit he knew such mechanism was,
| L,ra no mt finger on the secret spring