The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1896-04-06
fcopyright. 1896. by Bacheiler. johnson and
Bacheller.l
PART NJ


Thequeenputouth 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 not 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 tnow lord
chaInberlain), who had brought Sin
Richard thither at the request of the
king. Sir Richard had been momen'
,tarily expected on his return from q
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
Rippingdale would have come forward,
and 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.
ings, imaginations, sutferings and
wrongs OF years. Respectfully, but
sadly, when speaking of the dead king
eloquently, tenderly, when speaking OF
her father; bitterly, when speaking OF
Oliver Cromwell, she told the story with
point, force and a passionate intelli'
gence which brought 10 the face
of Charles look of serious admi'
ration. He 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--his desertion 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
her voice faltered, but she told the tale
bravely and determinedly; for she now
saw Lord Rippingdale 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 Enderby 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,w with face aflame
watched her closely. AS she finished
her story he drew aside to where she
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.
an, with some little malicious triumph.
MY Lord Rippingdale," said the
king. slowly and bit;ngly, what shall
be done to the man whom the king de.
hghteth TO homer"
''Were / Mordecai / could better an,
swer that question, your majesty" was
my lords reply.
Perhaps my Lord Rippingdale could
answer for Haman, then," said his maj
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
towards the door, and Lord Ripping.
dale passed out just behind him, fol.
lowed by Sir Richard Mowbray, who
stole glance at the young chroniclei
as he went. She saw him, then recog.
nixcd him, and flushed scarlet. She did
not dare, however, to let him come ts
her. He understood, and he went hi,
way after the king and Lord Ripping
dale.
In all the wears that had pas1ed since ths
pIgnt ne had helped her father ana
herself to escape from Enderby House;
since he aided them to leave their hid
ing 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
Nowbray!" and the remembrance of his