Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1890-04-19

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book ana now slik coublss, and running
ovcf their merits like any huckster-bst with
the msrriest conceit IN the world.
And yet twas not this that sent my bsaft
flying into my mouth at the sight Of him.
For BY biz curis and womanish face, no leo
than ths amber cloak with the black bars,
knew him at once for the same bed zen
yesterday among the dicefa
Al stood there, drawn this way and tbat
BY many reflections no worked his way
through the press, selling here and there Q
trine from his baskets, and ct length came 10
. . halt In front Of me.
'Hai' he cried, pulling OF his plumed hat
and bowling low, "a scholar, perceive Let
me serve you, DIR. Here b the History Of
Saint George" and he picked out thin
brown uuarto and held Il up; written by
Master Peter Heylin; q ripe book, they tell
me though, to bc sure, never read beyond
the title), and the price poor two shillinga."
Now, all this while was considering what
TO do. 30, as I put my hand In my pocket,
and drew out the shillngs, said very slowly
(but softly, % that the lackey might mot
hear), looking him In the eyes;
$50 thus you feed your expenses At the
dice; and my shilling, no doubt, ID for Luke
Settle, ~ well a. 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 a. turkey cock:
''Shalt be q parson yet, Master Scholar,
but art In a damned hurry, 1t secma"
Now, had ever quick temper, and a. he
turned ON his heel was like to have replied
and raised q 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 "I.ife Of Saint
George" when my fingers were aware Of
slip Of paper between the pages Pulling II
out, saw twas scribbled over with writing
and figures, as follows;
"MR ANTHONY KILLIoREw, his acct for
Oct. 25th, npcxLn--For herrings, 3D. for
coffie, 4d.; for scowring my coat, Cd; at
bowls, IS. 10d.; for pleading me, Is. Od. for
70 Kings speech, Sd. ; for spiced wine with
Marjory), 2s. 4d.; for seeing ye rhinoceros,
4d.; at ye Ranter-go-round, 6std.; for q pair
for ale, Cd; at ye dice, Ell 5s.; for spiced
wine (again), As. Cd.
And so on.
As l glanced my eye down this paper, my
anger oozed away, and a great feeling Of pity
came over me, not only at the name of An
thony--the name had heard spoken In the
| bowling green last night-but also to see that
monstrous item of gl7 odd spent on the dice.
| Twas such boy, too, after ALL that was
| angry with, that had spent fourpence to see
| the rhinoceros at fair, and rode at the
ranter-go round with "Marjory," no doubt,
as twas for her, no doubt, the silver buttons
were bought. So that, with quick forgive
ness, I hurried after him, and laid q hand on
his shoulder.
He stood by the entrance, counting up his
money, and drew himself up very stifY.
| II think sir" said I, "this paper is yours. "
II thank you," he answered, taking it and
eying me. "Is there anything besides you
wished to sayf'
"A great deal, maybe, If your name be
Anthony"
Master Anthony Killigrew is my name,
sir; now serving under Lord Bernard Stewart
in his majesty's troop Of guards"
'And mine is Jack Marvel" said L
"Of the Yorkshire Marvelsf
"Why, yes; though but shoot OF that
good stock, transplanted to Cumberland,
and there sadly withered."
"'Tis no matter, sir,n said he politely; ~
shall be proud to cross swords with you."
"Why, bless your hearth cried out, full
of laughter at this childish punctilio; 'do ye
think came to fight your
"If not, sir"-and he grew colder than ever
lyon are going a cursed roundabout way te
avoid it,"
Upon this, finding no other way out Of it,
began my tale at once but hardly had com,
to the meeting Of the two men on the bowling
green when he interrupts me politely.
~ think, Master Marvel as yours is like :,
be story of some moment, win send thi
fellow back to my lodgings He's lonl
cared dog that am saving from the gallow
for 70 long as my conscience allows me. Tn,
shower is done, see; SO il you know OF a re
tired spot we will talk there more at oul
leisure.n
He dismissed his lackey and strolled of
with me to the Trinity grove, where, walking
up and down, told him all l had heard ant
seen the night before.
''And now said l. "can you tell me IL 20,
have any such enemy as this white haired
man with the limpng gaitf
He had come to halt, sucking in his lip
and seeming to reflect.
81 know o.ie man." he began; "but no
It's impossible"
As stood, waiting to hear more, he clappe,
his hand in mine, very quick and friendly
"Jack," he cried, "I'll call thee Jack-'twa
an honest good turn thou badst In thy hear
| L
hghting-I that could mako mince meat o
thee"
81 can fence a Bit" answered |.
"Now, say no more, Jack 4 love thee"
He looked in my face, still holding m.
hand and smiling. Indeed, there was some
thing Of the foreigner in his brisk, gratefu
ways; yet not unpleasing. was going to So,
had never seen the like; ah, mel that bot
have seen and know the twin image SO well.
~ think" said /, 'you had better Oe con
sidscing what to do"
He laughed outright this time; and resting
with his legs crossed, against the trunk Of a
elm, twirled an end Of his long lovelocks, an
looked at me comically. Said he. "Tell me
Jack, is there aught in me that otfends theei
"Why, no." l answered. 81 think you're
very proper young man; such as l shoul
loathe to see spoiled by Master Settles knife.
"Art not quick at friendship, Jack, bu
better at advising; only in this case forum
has prevented thy good offices Hark ye,
he leaned forward and glanced to right an
left, "if these twain intend my hurt-as II
deed 'twould seem-they lose their labor, fo
this very night ride from Oxford"
"And why is thatf'
an tell thee, Jack, though deserve TO [
shot l am bound with letter from h
majesty to the Army of the West, where
have friends, for my fathers sake-Sir De,
kin Killigrew, Of Gleys, in Cornwall. Tis
sweet country, they say, though have neyt
seen It,"
mot seen thy fathers countryp
"Why, no-for he married French W
man, Jack; God rest her dear soul!'-he lifts
; his hat--'and settled in that country, net
Morlaix, in Brittany, among my mothe.