Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1896-04-09

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"His majesty"-began John Enderby.
"1Iis majesty is BETTER replied Lord
Rippingdale, as the kings eyes half
opened. "You lead these gentlemen?
This should bring you barony,
Sir john" my lord added, half
graciously, half satirically - for the
honest truth of this mans nature vexcd
him. "The king will thank YOU"
John Enderby wants no reward for
being loyal subject, my lord" an
swered Enderby.
Then with another glance ut the
king, in which he knew that his mai
esty was recovered, he took Off his
hat, bowed, ard, mounting his horse,
rode away without word.
At Sutterby the gentlemen received
gracious thanks Of the king who had
been here delivered from the first act
Of violence made against him in his
reign.
OF the part which Enderby had
played Lord Rippingdale said no more
to the king than this:
"Sir John Enderby was of these gen
tlemcn WHO saved your majesty's life.
Might it not seem to your majesty
that"
WAS he of them?" interrupted the
king kindly; then, all Mt once, out of
his hurt vanity and narrow self-will,
he added petulnntly: when he hath
paid for the patent of his knighthood,
then will we welcome him to us, and
make him baron Of Enderby."
Next day when Enderby entered
the great iron gates of the grounds
of Enderby House the bell was ringing
for noon. The house was long and low,
with fine tower in the center, and two
wings ran back, forming the courtyard,
which would have been entirely in
closed had the stables moved up to
complete the square.
When Endcrby came out into the
broad sweep of grass and lawn, thanked
on either side by commendable trees,
the sun shining brightly, the rocks fly.
ing overhead, and the smell of ripe sum
Iner in the air, he drew up his horse
and sat looking before him.
"To lose it! To lose i'll" he said, and
frown gathered upon his forehead.
Even as he looked, the figure of girl
appeared in the great doorway. Catch.
| Ing sight of the horseman, she clapped
her hands and waved them delightedly
! Enderbys face cleared, as the sun
breaks through mass of clouds and
/ lightens all the landscape. The slum
brous eyes glowed, the square head
| came up. In five minutes he had dis
mounted at the great stone steps ant
was clasping his daughter in his arms.
Felicity, my dear daughter!" he
said tenderly and gravely.
She threw back her head with gay
city which bespoke the bubbling laugh
Ter in her heart, and said
"Booh! to thy solemn voice. Oh
thou great bear, dost thou love mi
with tears in thine eyesf"
She took his hand and drew him in
side the house, where, laying aside hi
hat ana gloves and sword, they pesse
into the great library.
Come, now, tell me all of the place
thou hast been to-" she said, perchin
herself on his armchair.
lie told her and she counted them OF
one by one upon her fingers.
''rhat is ninety miller of travel tho
hast had. What is the most pleasing
thing thou hast sccn?"
at was in Sticlford by the Fem" h
answered, after pcrpleXed pause
"Therc was an old man upon the roac
sidc with his head bowed in his hand.
Some lads were making sport of hin
for he seemed so woe-bcgonc and ole
Two cavaliers of the king came by
One of them stopped and drove the lad
oway, then going TO the old man, h
said: Friend, what is thy trouble
The old man raised his melancholy fac
and answered: AVN afeared, sir
what fear your inquired the youn
gentleman. 4 fear ma wife, sir +,
pncd the old man. At that the otht
cavalier sat back in his saddle an
pulfawed merrily. We'll, Dick said Il
to his friend, that is the worst fear
this world. All, Dick, thou hast nevt
been married. why do you fear you
: wife? asked Dick. AWE been robbie
Of ma horse and saddle and twel,
skeins o wool. AVN lost, AVN RUNE
and shall raise ma head ncvermor
TO ma wife aw shall ne'er return III
: tut, man., said Dick, get back to you
wife. You are master of your ow
house, you rule the roost. What is
wife? a wifc's a woman. You are
Nn,, litrrar nd ctr rn
your bones are harder. Get home an
wear a furious face and batter in IL
door and say: "What, no, thou huz2y!
Why, man, fear you the wife of yor
bosom?' The old man raised his hca
and said: 'rha doost not know ma vii
or tina wouldst not speak like that
At that Dick laughed and said 'Fello,
do pity thee and taking the old ma
by the shoulders, he lifted him on h
own horse and took him to the vi
lage fair, and there bought him twel,
81 cins of wool and sent him on his wa
rejoicing, with a horse worth twent
times his own"
With her chin in her hands the gi
had listened intently to the story. VIII,
it was finished she said:
"What didst thou say was the gentl
. mans name?'
Ills friend called him Dick. lie is
poor knight, one Sir Richard Mowbra
; of Leicester, called at court and els
, where Happy Dick Mowbray, for thu
I, do say happier and drawer hea
never wore the kings uniform"
"Indeed l should like to know tn
Sir Richard Mowbrny. And, tell II