Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1896-04-11

Ut IL not all mere, your majesty"
to the man whom the king delighteth to
honor?'
Were l Mordecai could better answer
that question, your majesty" was my
lords reply.
Perhaps my Lord Rippingdale could
esty.
MY imagination is good, but not fifty
cubits high, your majesty"
The answer pleased the king. For he ever
turned life into jest-his sorrows and his
joys. He rose and motioned toward the door.
and Lord Rippingdale passed out just behind
him. followed by Sir Richard Mowbray,
who stole glance at the young chron-
icler as he went. She saw him, then recog-
niZed him, and flushed scarlet She did not
dare. however. to let him ccme to her. He
understood, and he went his way after the
king and Lord Rippingdale.
In all the years that had passed since the
night he had helped her father and herself
to escape from Enderby House; since he
aided them to leave their hiding place on
the coast and escape to Holland, she had
never forgotten his last words to her. the
laughing look of his eyes. the pressure of
his hand. Many time since she had in
her own mind thought of him as she had
heard her father call him, Happy Dick
MoWbray! ard the remembrance of his
joyous face had heen a help to her in all
her sufferings. His brown hair was now
streaked with gray, but the light in the
face was the same; there was the same
dleTtHeSS ana DuOyant QGaItn IN the Inquire
ard the seine row OF laughing white teeth
las she stood watching the departing fig
ure she scarcely knew that the queen was
preparing to go to her bed-chamber. She
became aware of 1t definitely by the voice
or her majesty, now somewhat petulant.
TWO hours later she was walking alone
In one Of the galleries, when, hearing a
gentle step behind her, she turned and saw
about to move on, when he stopped her,
ST eaking kindly to her, and thanking her
for the great pleasure she had given him
that afternoon.
knight Of Enderby?" asked the king
HE saved the life Of the king" she said ::
then. boldly, confidently, your majesty,
for conscience sake he lost all-what can
his ruined homer
What think you, mistress, should be
done with him? Speak freely of the man
whom the king delighteth to honor"
She felt the sincerity under the indolent
courtesy, and spoke as only a woman can
speak for those she loves.
"Your majesty he should have the earl
dom promised by Wolsey, and his estates
restored to him as he left them"
The king laughed dryly.
+. He might refuse the large earldom as
he scorned the little knighthood"
II your majesty secured him estates suit
able to his rank he could have no reason
to refuse. He was solicitous and firm then
for hls-his son-but now"'
Her reply was as diplomatic and sug-
gestfve as 1t was sincere. and Charles loved
such talents.
Upon my soul, dear Mistress Talking
ham, I love your cleverness," said the
king, land will go further. l." He
stopped and whispered in her ear but she
drew back in alright and anxiety.
"Oh, your majesty, your majesty" she
said, II had not thought She moved
on distractedly, but he put out his hand
and stayed her.
"Ah, moment, sweetheart" he said.
II must go to the queen" she answered.
hurriediy. "Oh your majesty, your mai
csty!' she repeated. would you ruin
mel" Her eyes filled with tears. Until
the queen welcomed me here 1 have had
nothing but sorrow. 1 am friendless and
alone.'
mo, no." said Charles kindly, mot alone
while Charles is king of England"
II am little more than an orphan here"
she said, "for my father Is now only
common soldier, your majesty, and