Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1896-04-16
PART WI.

PART VI.
The queen put out her hand as IL to stay
the telling, for she saw what an impress
sion her fair reader had made upon the
king. But the young lady saw no one
save Charles--she did noe note the en-
trance of two gentlemen, one of whom
looked at her in surprise. This was Sir
Richard Mowbray of Leicester. The
other was Lord Rippingdale (now lord
chamberlain), who had brought Sir
Richard thither at the request of the
king. Sir Richard had been momen-
tarily expected on his return from Il
mission to Spain, and my lord had or
ders to bring him to the king on the
very instant of his arrival.
The king waved his hand when Lord
Rippingdalc would have come forward,
nnd the young lady continued with the
history of John Enderby. She forgot
her surroundings. 1t seemed as if she
was giving vent to the suppressed feel
wrongs of years. Respectfully, but
sadly, when speaking of the dead king;
eloqucntly, tenderly, when speaking of
her father; bitterly, when speaking of
Oliver Cromwell, she told the story with
u point, II force and passionate intelli-
gence which brought to the face
of Charles look of serious admi-
ration. lie Strengthened himself where
he sat, and did not let his eyes wander
from the young lady's face. AS she
spoke of Sir Garrett Enderby and his
/ acts--hs dcsertion when Lord Ripping
dale laid siege to the house, his quarrel
with his father, the trial of the son, the
fathers refusal to testify against him
and the second outlawing by Cromwell
-hervoice faltered, but she told the tale
bravely and detcrininedly; for she now
saw Lord Rippingdalc in the chamber!
Whenever she had mentioned his name
in the narrative it was with little in
Election of scorn, which caused the king
to smile, and when she spoke of the
ruin of Endcrby House, her brother
death and her fathers years of exile
tears came into the queens eyes and the
king nodded his head in sympathy.
Sir Richard Mowbray,with face 1tiame
watched her closely. AS she finished
her story he drew aside to where sh
could not see him without turning
round. But Lord Rippingdale she saw
with ease, and she met his eyes firmly
and one should say, were she not won
al, with some little malicious triumph
"My Lord Eippingdale,' said tn
king, slowly and bitingly, what shal
be done to the man whom the king de
lighteth to honor?"
Were | Mordecai | could better an
swer that question, your majesty" wa
my lords reply.
perhaps my Lord Rippngdale coul
answer for Hannah, Them" said his MAJ
esty.
My imagination Is good, but no
fifty cubits high, your majesty"
The answer pleased the king. For h
: ever turned life into jest--his sorrow
and his joys, He rose and motione
towards the door, and Lord Ripping
dale passed out just behind him, 70
; lowed by Sir Richard Mowbray, VIII
stole II glance Mt the young chronicle
as he went. She saw hiE,, then recol
! nizcd him, and flushed scarlet. She di
, not dare, however, to let him come
, her. lie understood, and he went h
, way after The king and Lord Ripping
r dale.
nll.hc vaera that had passed since Ii
night he had helped her father an
, herself to escape from Enderby House
!. since he aided them to leave their hit
| ing place on the coast and escape
Holland, she had never forgotten h
last words to her, the laughing look {
, his eyes, the pressure of his han'
Many time since she had in he
own mind thought of him as she ha
heard her father call him, Happy Die
, Mowbray!" and the remembrance of h