Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1891-02-26

with many of the first ladies and gentlemen
of England, as the Prince Maurice, the Lords
Andover, Digby and Colepepper, my Lady
Thyme, Mistress Fanshawe, Mr.. Secretary
Nicholas, the famous DR.. Harvey, arm in
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. distress Fanshawe, as l remember, was
playing on lutte, which she carried always
slung about her shoulders; and close beside
her, fellow impudently putting his SPECIFIC
against the morbus campestris, which already
had begun to invade US.
who'll buyF' he was bawling. "'Ttsfrom
the receipt Of 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 muscaGine, and has virtue
against the plague, smallpox or surfeits!
Twas standing before this jackanapes, when
I heard a stir in the crowd behind me, and
another calling, "Whoql buyl Who'll buyf'
Turning, saw a 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
lackl' he kent shouting, and would stop &C
unfold his merchandise, holding up now
book and now silk dOublet, and running
over their merits like any huckster-but with
the merriest conceit 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 l stood there, drawn this way and that
by many reflections, he worked his way
through the press, selling here and there a
trihe from his baskets and at length came 70
a halt in front of me.
"Haw he cried, pulling of his plumed hat
and bowling low, "a scholar, l 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; a ripe book, they tell
me Though, to be sure, l never read beyond
the title, and the price poor two shillings."
Now, all this while 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 lGckey might not
hear, looking him in the eyes:
$50 thus you feed your expenses at the
dice; and my shilling, 70 doubt, is for Luke
Settle, as well rs the rest"
For tne moment, under my loSsk, he went
white to the lips; then Capped his hand to
his sword, withdrew it, and answered me,
red a. :. turkey cock:
'Shalt be a parson yet, Master Scholar,
but art in damned hurry, it seems"
Now, had ever quick temper, and as he
turned on his heel was like to have replied
and raised a brawL My own meddling
tongue had brought rebuff upon me, but yet
my heart was hot rs 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 it
out, saw twas scrubbed over with writing
and figures, as follows:
''AIR. ANTHONY KILLIGREw, his acct for
Oct 25th, MDCxLn-For behring's, ID. for
coffie, Id; for scowring my coat, Cd; at
bowls, IS l0I.; for pleading me, Is. o.; for
ye Kings speech, Sd; for spiced wine with
Marjory), IS Adj; for seeing We rhinoceros,
4d.; at We underground, G2+d.; for pair
of silver buttons, IS Cd; for apples, 2J5d.;
for ale, Cd; at We dice, Ell 5s.; for spiced
wine (again), IS. Cd.
anu 81 OAAs
As 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 e17 odd spent on the dice
Twas such a boy, too, after all, that 1 was
angry-with, that had spent fourpence to see
the rhinoceros at a 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, hurried after him, and laid hand on
his shoulder.
He stood by the entrance, counting up his
money, and drew himself up very stiff.
II think, sir" said /, this paper is yours"
II thank you" he answered, taking it and
eying me. rs there anything besides you
wished to SayY'
"a great deal, maybe, if your name be
Anthony
master Anthony Killigrew is my name,
sir; now serving under Lord Bernard Stewart
in his maiesty's troop of guards"
"And mine is Jack Marvel said L
"Of the Yorkshire Marvels!7
''Why, yes; though but a shoot of that
good stock, transplanted to Cumberland,
and there sadly withered."
"'Tis no matter, sir, said he politely; 81
shall be proud to cross swords with you"
''Why, bless your heart!n cried out, full
of laughter at this childish punctilio; ''do ye
think I came to fight your"
IF not, strand he grew colder than ever
''you are going cursed roundabout way to
avoid it."
Upon this, finding no other way out of it, 1
began my tale at once; but hardly had come
to the meeting of the two men on the bowling
green when he interrupts me politely.
81 think, Master Marvel, as yours is like to
be story of some moment, 1 will send this
fellow back to my lodgings. He's long
cared dog that 1 am saving from the gallows
ssT SO long as ny conscience allows me. The
shower is done, see; so if you know of a re-
tired spot we will talk there more at our
leisure"
He dismissed his lackey and 'strolled off
with me to the Trinity grove, where, walking
up and down, told him all had heard and
seen the night before.
And now" said 1, "can you tell me If you
have any such enemy as this white haired
man with the limping gait!"
He had come to a halt, sucking in his lips
and seeming to reflect.
81 know one man. he began; "but no
it's impossible"
As 1 stood, waiting to hear more, he clapped
his hand in mine, very quick and friendly;
'Jack," he cried, I'm call thee Jack-'twas
an honest good turn thou hadst in thy heart
to do me, and l a surly rogue to think of
fghting-I that could make mince meat Of