The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1896-04-19
RODNEY STONE.
A Reminisc of
the Ring.
BY A. CONAN DOYLE.

CHAPTER tI1.-CoNriNuEp.

CHAPTER -ooN''NoED'
lima prLIo brought n flush 10 his cheeks, 70,
he an mo-, like IN b. called a country lad, or u
boyo ~ sunpoacd TINT ne was 80 far behind tn,
grand folk in London.
~ have never hecn inside n playhouse sale
he. 81 know nothing Of them"
Nor I either"
'.wolI." aid abe. ~ am not IN voice. and Il
"a III to play in a little room, with but two tc
listen. but YOU must conceive mo 10 be tb,
oueen Of the peruyians. who ia exhort,nc ber
S"ee' u tho WV
countrymen to rise up against the spaniards
who are depressing them.
hnd y, arnh,n,ar ,hn, noor.. .,,,,o, vromar
became a queen, the grandest, haughtiest Queen
that you could dream Of; and she turned upon
US WIN suCn words o, nr'' suen , ,sn. I'M Eye EYE,
us spcllbound in our chairs. Her voice wa,
SOFT an sweet and persuasive at tho hrst' ou'
louder 1t rang. and louder. a. 1t spoke Of wrongs
and freedom. md the toys of death I'm n good
,nuoo NIL H. ,hr,,,nd inta ~ o,orv norvo ana
,"use' II !. ,hriiieu III, hs every pei'o, anu
cottage and to die then md there in the cause
of my country. And then In an instant sbe
' 81 n,s G""% Sbs wn M"p n ' noor w woman nn 'n now. who Sbo
had lost her only child. and VAS bewail-
Ing IT. Her voice was full Of tears. and what
she said was so simple. so true. that we both
seemed to see the dead babe stretched there on
a ----. 49, III 49, I-i--1
tno 'aePeC otiore US ana we couiu haNo Jo,heu
In with words of pity and of grief. And then,
before our cheeks were dry. she was back into
bor oI1 so,t .,,in
her ora sell again.
How like you that, then?" she cried. That
was my way in the Iays when Sally Siddons
would turn green at the name OF Polly Hinton
It's a fine play. Is 'Pizarro.'"
And who wrote It. ma'am2"
WHO wrote III never heard. What mat
ter who did tho writing of III Rut there arc
should, be spoken"
was weary of them. But my heart goes back
no no smell like that of the hot oil in the foot:
lights and Of the oranges in the pit. But you
"' 1T T." Was bi, the thought o, that poor woman
and her child" .,,u, ,
G SiiiS f For ,5S'n from ySnF ' m,s' isom nhl' Is i %1s' m nr'st
conceive that the mother is Speaking. and that
And she began n scene between the two Of
them. SO cxnct in voice and manner that It
before us. the stern old mother. with her hand
up like an ear trumpet. and her flouncing.
d%n, n Ing, d ! Man%st Her s Frsst as@ e.. d" ascsd
her head md noutcd her lips as she answered
back to tho old bent figure that addressed her.
holding our ribs hefor. she came to the end.
That is, better, she said. smiling, ut our
laughter. 1 W0ulu not nave you go DaCk TO
Frior's Oak with long faces. or maybe they
would not let you come to me again" She
vanished into her cupboard. and came out with
a bottle and glass, which she placed upon the
table.
You are too young for strong waters" she
said. but this talking gives one a dryness,
and
Then It was that Boy. Jim did a wonderful
thing. He rose from his chair and laid his
hand upon the bottle.
Don't" said he.
She looked him In the face, and I can still
see those black eyes OF hers softening before
his gaze.
An | to have none?"
please don't"
With a quick movement she wrested the bot
tie out of his hand and raised 1t up so that for
a moment it entered my head that she was
about to drink II Off. Then she flung 1t
through tho open lattice. and we heard the
crash of it on the path outside.