The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-05-04

arm with my Lord Falkland (whose boots
were splashed with mud, he having ridden
over from his house at Great Tew), and
many such, all mixed in this Incredible tag
rag. Mistress FansEawe, as I remember, was
playing on q Lutte, which she carried always
slung about her shoulders; and close beside
her, fellow in1pudently putting his specific
against the n,orbus campestris, which already
had begun to invade Us.
''Who1l buya' he was bawling. "'Tis from
the receipt Of q famous Italian, and never yet
failed man, woman nor child unless the heart
were clean drowned in the disease; the best
part of it good muscadne and has virtue
against the plague, smallpox or surfeits!n
Twas standing before this jaclanapes, when
I heard stir in tho crowd behind me, and
another calling, "Who1l buys Who'll buy?"
Turning saw young man, very gayly
dressed. moving quickly about at the far end
OF the Pig market, and behind him an old
lackey, bent double with the weight Of two
great baskets that he carried. The baskets
were piled with books, clothes, gewgaws of
all kinds; and twas the young gentleman
that hawked his wares himself. "What dye
lack?" he kept shouting, and would stop to
unfold his merchandise, holding up now
book and now silk doublet, and running
over their merits like any huckster-but with
the merriest conceiG in the world.
And yet twas not this that sent my heart
flying into my mouth at the sight of him.
For by his curls and womanish face, no less
than the amber cloak with the black bars,
knew him at once for the same had seen
yesterday among the dicers.
As I stood there, drawn this way and that
| by many reflections, he worked his way
through the press, selling here and there a
trife from his baskets, and at length came to
a halt in front of me.
''Hal' he cried, pulling off his plumed hat
and bowling low, ''a.scholar, perceive. Let
me serve you, sir. Here is the History Of
Saint George" and he picked out thin
brown quarto and held it up; written by
Master Peter Heylin; ripe book, they tell
me Though, to be sure, never read beyond
the title, and the price poor two shillings."
Now, all this while l was considering what
to do. So, as | put my hand in my pocket,
and drew out the shillings, said very slowly
(but softly, SO that the lackey might not
hear), looking him in the eyes:
$50 thus you feed your expenses at the
dice; and my shilling, no doubt, is for Luke
Settle, as well as the rest"
For the moment, under my look, he went
white to the lips; then clapped his hand to
his sword, withdrew it, and answered me,
red as turkey cock:
'Shalt be parson yet, Master Scholar,
but art in damned hurry, it seemsn
Now, had ever quick temper, and as he
turned on his heel was like to have replied
and raised brawl. My own meddling
tongue had brought rebuff upon me, but yet
my heart was hot as he walked away
was standing there and looking after him,
turning over in my hand the Life of Saint
George" when my fingers were aware of a
slip of paper between the pages. Pulling ii
out saw twas scrubbed over with writing
and figures, as follows:
''MR. ANTHONY KILLIGREw, his acct for
Oct 25th, MDCxLn-For behring's, I'd. for
coffie, 4d. for scowring my coat, Cd; al
bowls, IS. 10d.; for pleading me, Is. Cd. fol
We Kings speech, 3D.; for spiced wine with
Marjory), Is. 4d.; for seeing ye rhinoceros
! Id; at ye Underground, 634d.; for pain
of silver buttons, IS 3D.; for apples, 2115d.
: for ale, Cd; at ye dice, e17 5s.; for spicee
wine (again), As. Cd.
And so on.
As l glanced my eye down this paper, my
anger oozed away, and great feeling of pity
SalIO ONGA lIlC, 4lOO O1ly tllo LSLilic VI All
thony-the name had heard spoken in til,
| bowling green last night-but also to see tina
: monstrous item of Ell odd spent on the dice
3 Twas such boy, too after all, that wa
angry with, that had spent fourpence to Sc
the rhinoceros at a fair, and rode at tn
ranter-go round with "Marjory,n no doubt
as twas for her, no doubt, the silver button
were bought. So that, with quick forgive
T .al 81 lo;J
g his shoulder.
He stood by the entrance, counting up hi
y money, and drew himself up very stiff.
r ~ think, sir" said l. 'sthis paper is yours.
r Il thank YOU" he answered, taking it an
eying me- rs there anything besides yo
: wished to sayp'
y GA great deal, maybe, if your name
4 Anthony"
! Master Anthony Killigrew is my name
sir; now serving under Lord Bernard Stewar
r III his majesty's troop of guards"
d ''And mine is Jack Marvel" said l.
r "Of the Yorkshire Marvelsg'
); "Why, yes; though but shoot of tina
% good stock, transplanted TO Cumberland
I and there sadly withered."
Y "'Tis no matter, sir" said he politely; q
d shall be proud to cross swords with you"
If "Why, bless your HEARTH cried out, flu
1 of laughter at this childish punctilio; ''do y
d think l came to fight YOUR
r eff not, sir''-and he grew colder than eve
D 'you are going cursed roundabout way
r. avoid it."
is Upon this, finding no other way out of it,
% began my tale at once; but hardly had con-
to the meeting of the two men on the bowlin
v green when he interrupts me politely.
% 81 think, Master Marvel, as yours is like
r. be a story of some moment, I will send til
fellow back to my lodgings. He's a Ion
d cared dog that l am saving from the gallov
m fer so long as my conscience allows me- Tt
shower is DONE I see; so if you know of a +
re- tired spot we will talk there more at OIL
LEISURE"
if He dismissed his lackey and strolled O
with me to the Trinity grove, where, walkir
w up and down, told him all had heard an
I'd seen the night before
c. ''And now," said l, ''can you tell me if yc
ID have any such enemy as this white haire
v man with the limping gaits"
I'd He had come to halt, sucking in his lii
Or and seeming to reflect.
nc ~ know one man." he began; s'but no
of tits impossible"
ID As l stood, waiting to hear more he clappt
as his hand in mine, very quick and friendl,
n 'Jack," he cried, "I'll call thee Jack-'tw
Id an honest good turn thou hadst in thy hea
to do me, and l a surly rogue to think
fghting-I that could make mince meat
theen
ID II can fence bit, answered /.
'Now, say no more, Jack; love thee"
- He looked in my face, still holding II
hand and smiling. Indeed, the,e 1as som
- thing of the foreigner in his brisk. gratef