The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1896-04-06
PART vi.

The queen put out her hand as If to
stay the telling, for she saw what an
impression her fair reader had made
upon the king. Bpt the young lady
saw no one save Charles-she did not
note the entrance of two gentlemen,
one of whom looked at her in surprise.
This was Sir Richard Mowbray of Lei
cester. The other was Lord Ripping
dale (now lord chamberlain), who had
brought Sir Richard thither at the re-
quest of the king. Sir Richard had
been mGmentarily expected on his re-
turn from a mission to Spain. and my
lord had orders to bring him to the king
on the very instant of his arrival.
The king waved his hand when Lord
Rippngdale would have come forward.
and the young lady continued with the
history of John Enderby. She forgot
her surroundings. 1t seemed as II she
ings. imaginations. sufferings and
wrongs of years. Respectfully but
sadly, when speaking of the dead king;
eloquertly, tenderly, when speaking of
her father: bitterly. when speaking of
Oliver Cromwell, she told the story with
q point. a force and passionate intel
Iigence which brought to the face Of
Charles a look Of serious admiration.
He Strengthened himself where he sat-
uHu ulCi HOt let Ills eyes WdHutT lTOIl
the young lady's face. AS she spoke
of Sir Garrett Enderby and his acts
his desertion when Lord Rippingdale
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 Ripuingdale In the
chamber! Whenever she had mentioned
his name in the narrative it was with
little infection Of scorn. which caused
the king to smile. and when she spoke
of the ruin of Enderby house, her
brothers 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
afame. 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 a woman with some little ma.
iicious triumph.
MY Lord Rippingdale," said the
king. slowly and bitingly, what shall
be done to the man whom the king de-
lighteth to honor?"
"Were ] MOrdecat / 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 gool. 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 chronicler
as he went. She saw him, then recog-
nized him, and flushed scarlet. She did
not dare. however. to let him come to
her. He understood, and he went his
way after the king and Lord Ripping
dale.
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 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