The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1895-07-30

front Of you Bredon hill, which T. a won.
derfui hill, for II man goes down the
Avon by boat u goes with him, now h..
fore and now bohlnd, a whole days Jour.
ney, and then stands IN tho snme place
And on the left hand you have the great
forest Of Arden and not much besides, ex
cept oak trees, which grow well IN War
wickshire.
describe this road, firstly, because It is
a notable one and 40 years nRo was tho
only Queens highway, to call a highway,
In that country. The rest were mere horse
tracks. Secondly, because the chase wall
Of Cotton End runs along the side Of 1t for
two good miles, and the Cluddes-l am
Francis Cludde-havo lived ut Cotton End
by the Ridgoway time out Of mind, prob
ably-for the name smacks Of tho soil
before the Romans made the road. And,
thirdly, because 40 years ago, on driz-
sling February day In 1555-second year
Of Mary, old religion Just re -established-
number Of people were collected on this
road, forming a group Of score or moro,
who stood in an ordered kind OF disorder
about my uncle's gates and looked all one
way, ms II expecting an arrival, and an mr.
rival Of consequence.
First there was my uncle Sir Anthony,
tall and lean. He wore his best black vel
vet doublet and cloak and had put them
on with an air Of huge importance This
increased each time he turned, staff in
hand, and surveyed his following, and as
regularly gave place to a "Pshaw" of
yexation and petulant glance when his eye
rested on me. Close beside him. looking
important, too but anxious and little
! frightened as well, stood good Father
Carey The priest wore his silk cassock
0 A
without sound, ms though he were trying
over n Latin grafton, which indeed was
the fact. At more respectful distance
were ranged Baldwin Moor, the steward,
and a dozen servants, while still farther
away lounged as many ragmuffins-land-
less men, who swarmed about every gem
tleman's door in those times and took toll
of such abbey lands as the king might
have given him. Against one of the stone
gate pillars leaned myself, 10 years and
months old, and none too wise, though
well grown and as strong rs one here and
there And perched on the top of tho
twin post, with his chin on his knees and
his hands clasped about them, was Mar
tin Luther, the fool
Martin had chosen this elevated position
partly out Of curiosity and partly perhaps
under n strong sense of duty He knew
that whether he would or no. he must
needs look funny up there. His nose was
red, and his eyes were running and his
teeth chattering, and he did look funny.
But as he felt the cold most his patience
failed first The steady, silent drizzle, the
mist creeping about the the stems of the
oak trees, the leaden sky, proved too much
for him in the end. "a watched pot never
boilsi'' he grumbled.
"Silence, sirrahp' commanded my uncle
angrily. ",rhis Is no time for your fool
ing. Have care how you talk in the
same breath of pots and my lord bishop.
"Sancte ecclesie" Father Carey broke
out, turning up his eyes in kind of &C.
stasy, as though he were knee to knee with
the prelate-''te defensorem inclytum
atque ardentem'-
"Pottuml' cried l, laughing loudly at
my own wit.
1t was an i'll hammered word, but was
cold and peevish. l had been forced to
this function against my will. l had never
seen the guest whom we were expecting,
and who was no other than the queen s
chancellor, Stephen Gardiner, but l dis
liked him as IL 1 had. In truth, he was
related to us in peculiar fashion, which
my uncle and naturally looked at from
different standpoints.
| DIT Ahhnollg NltWtu MlNh luplhStnNc,
II not with pride, any connection with the
powerful bishop of Winchester, for the
knight knew the world and could appre-
ciate the value 1t sets on success and the
blind eyes 1t has for spots II they do but
speokle the risen sun. / could make no
such allowance, but, with the pride of
youth and family, at once despised the
great bishop for his base blood and blush
ed that the shame lay on our side. l hated
this parade of doing honor to him and
would fain have hidden at home with Pc
tronilla, my cousin, Sir Anthony's daugh-
ter, and awaited our guest there. The
knight, however, had not permitted this,
and l had been forced out, being in the
worst of humors.
So said "PottumI" and laughed.
"Silence, boyI cried Sir Anthony
fiercely. He loved an orderly procession
and to arrange things decently. "Silenoel"
he repeated, darting an angry glance first
at me and then at his followers, 'or will
warm that jacket of yours, lad And you,
Martin Luther, see to your tongue for the
next "a hours and keep 1t off my lord
BISHOP And, Father Carey, hold yourself
ready
For here Sir Hot Pot comethp cried
the undaunted Martin, skipping nimbly
down from his post of vantage, land a
dozen Of London saucepans with him,
or may 1 never lick the inside Of one
againl'S
A Jest on the sauciness of London serv-
ing men was sure to tell with the crowd,
and there was a great laugh at this, espe-
oially among the landless men, who were
on the skirts Of the party and well shell
tered from Sir Anthony's eye. He glared
about him, provoked to find at this critic
al moment smiles where there should have
been looks Of Difference, and ring round
fool where he had marshaled a process
sion. Unluckily he chose to visit his dis
pleasure upon me- you won't behave,
won't you, you puppyl'' he cried. "You
won't, won't you" and stepping forward
he aimed a blow at my shoulders, which
would have made me rub myseI II II mao
reached me. But ! was too quick. I step
ped back, the stick swung idly, and the
crowd laughed
And there the matter would have ended
for the bishops party were now close upon
us, had not my foot slipped on the wet
grass and fallen backward. Seeing me
thus at his mercy, the temptation proved
too much for the knight, He forgot his
love OF seemliness and even that his visit
ors were at his elbow, and STOPPING q
moment to plant home a couple of shrewd
cuts cried; "Take thati Take that, my
ladF' in voice that rang as crisply as his
thwacks.
was up in an instant. Not that the
pain was anything, and before our own
people should have thought as little of
shame, for II the old may not lay hand to
the young, being related, where is to be
any obedienoef Now, however, my first
glance met the grinning faces of strange
lackeys, and while my shoulders still
smarted the laughter Of a couple of sober
ly clad pages stung hundred times more
sharply. / glared furiously round and
my eyes fell on one faoe-a face long re-
membered. 1t was that of man who
neither smiled nor laughed; man whom
j recognized Immediately, not by his sleek
hackney or his purple oassock, which a
riding coat partially concealed, or even by
his jeweled hand, but by the keen glance
OF power which passed over me, took me
In and did not acknowledge me; which
saw my humiliation without interest or
amusement. The look hurt me beyond
smarting Of shoulders, for 1t conveyed to
me In the twentieth part of second how
very small a person Francis Cludde was,
and how very great parsonage was Ste
phen Gardiner whom In my thoughts
had presumed to belittle.
i stood irresolute a moment, shifting
my feet and glowering at him, my face on
fire But when he raised his hand to give
the benediction, and the more devout, or