Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1897-11-06

Il fear. sir. Mr. Bsle- is AZ yet less a
courtier than an honest gentleman"
The duke rose to this feet.
Il have found nusfault with Mr.. Dale, -
SAID ne. haughtiiy And coidly. and taking
while Huddleston. having bestowed on me
an angry giance. followed him.
M Dale: ME Da1e." whispered Arling-
ton. and with 10 mare. than that although
stH with a suile.f he slipped his arm out
OF mine and LETT me beckoning Darrell to
go with him. Rarreu obeyed with shrug
Vi uespair; was alone and. as It seemed.
ruined. Alas. why must blurt out my old
lessons as though sd had been standing
again at my f9therfs knee and not in the
presence OF :hR Duke Of York? Yes, my
court was not athe Riace for me- In great
oitterness flung myself down on the
CUSHIONS and sat there. out of heart and
very oismaI A moment passed; then the
amused laugh sounded in my ear as I
turned. A young man leaped over the
coucn and threw himself down beside me,
Laughing heartily and crying:
wen done, well done. I'd have given
thousand crowns to see their faces"
sprang to my feet In amazement and
confusion, bowling low. for the young
man .as,. by me was the Duke of Monmouth.
SIT man." said he, pulling me down
esain- Il was behind the curtain and
heard all. Thank God. held my laughter
u. II. tiil they were gone. The liberties of
the kingdom and the safety of the re-
formed religion, Here's q story for the
KING. He lay back, seeming to enjoy the
jest most hugely
For the love of heaven, SIR cried.
don't tell the king. I'm already ruined"
why, SO you are, with my good uncle"
saia ne. you're new to court, Mr.. Dale?"
MOST sadly new I answered in a rue
1ui tone, which set him laughing again.
you hadn't heard the scandalous stories
tnat accuse the duke Of loving the reform
ca reiiSlon no better than the liberties of
the kingdom?"
And my Lord Arlington? know him.
he held your arm to the last, and he smil-
ed to the lastr'
me- ~
AYE. 1 know his way Mr. Dale. for
this entertainment let me call you friend.
Come, then, well go to the king with it,
began to drag me off.
Indeed, your grace must pardon me-"
began.
But, indeed. 1 will not" he persisted.
Then he suddenly grew grave as he said:
Il am Tor the liberties of the kingdom and
the safety of the reformed religion. Aren't
we friends, them"
Your grace does me infinite honor"
and am 1 no good friend? Is there no
value in the friendship of the kings SON
the kings eldest SOM" He drew himself
up with grace and dignity which became
MIN wonderfully. Often in these later days
l see him as he was then and think of him
with tenderness. Say what you will, he
made many love him even to death, who
would not have lifted finger for his faith
er or the Duke of York.
Yet in an instant-such slaves are we of
our moods was more than half in a rage
with him. For as we went we encountered
Mistress Barbara on Lord Carfords arm
The quarrel between them seemed past,
and they were talking merrily together
On the sight of her the duke left me ana
ran forward. By an adroit movement he
thrust Carford aside and began to ply the
lady with most extravagant and high
flown compliments, displaying an excess of
devotion which witnessed more admiration
than respect. She had treated me as
BOY, but she did not tell him that he was a
boy, although he was younger than l: she
listened with heightened color and spark
ling eyes. glanced at Carford and found,
to my surprise no signs of annoyance at
his unceremonious deposition. He was
watching the pair with a shrewd smile and
seemed to mark with pleasure the girls
pride and the young dukes evident passion.
Yet l, who heard something of what pass
ed, had much ado not to step in and bid
her pay no heed to homage that was empty
il not diShonoring.
Suddenly the duke turned round and call
ed to me:
'.Mr Dale" he cried, "there needed but
one thing to bind us closer, and here it Isl
For you are, learn, the friend of Mistress
Quinton, and I am the humblest of her
slaves, who serve all her friends for her
sake"
why. what would your grace do for my
sake?" asked Barbara.
What wouldn't / 2. he cried, as IL trans
ported. Then die added. rather low. Though
1 fear you're too cruel to do anything for
mine 80 ~
Il am listening to the most ridiculous
speeches in the world tor your grace's
sake" said Barbara. with pretty curtsey
and a coquettish emile.
rs love ridiculOuS?' he ak cd ma G..
sion a thing to smile at? Cruel Mistress
Barbara
? Won't your grace set it In verse?' said
she.
your grace writes it in verse on my
heart" sail he.
Then Barbara looked across at me, it may
be accidentally. yet it did not appear So
and she laughed merrily. 1t needed no skill
to measure the meaning of her laugh, and
did not blame her for it She had waited
for years to avenge the kiss that l gave
Cydaria III the manor park at Hatchstead;
but was 1t not well avenged when I stood,
humbly, in deferential silence, at the back
while his grace the duke sued for her ia
vor, and half the court looked on? 1 will
not set myself down churl. where nature
has not made me one l said in my heart
and I tried to say to her with my eyes.
Laugh. sweet mistress. taught" For 1
love girl who will laugh at you when the
game runs in her favor.
The duke fell to his protestations again.
and Carford still listened with an acuui-
escence that seemed strange in sutton for
the lady's hand. But now Barbara's mod
esty took alarm; the signal of confusion
flew to her cheeks, and she looked around,
distressed, to see how many watched them
Monmouth cared not a jot. made bold to
slip across to Carford, and said to him in
a low tone:
MY lord his grace makes Mistress Bar
bara too much marked. Can't you contrive
to interrupt him."
He stared at me with a smile of wonder.
But something in my look banished his
smile and set a frown in its place
Must I have more lessons in manners
from you. sir?' he asked. "And do YOU
include discourse on the interrupting of
princes?"
"Princes?" said 1.
1.-THE Duke of Monmouth is"
1.-The kings son. my lord" l interposed.
and, carrying my hat in my hand, walked
up to Barbara and the duke. She looked
at me as 1 came. but not now mockingly:
there was rather an appeal in her eyes,
your grace will not let me lose my audi
ence with the king?' said l.
He started, looked at me- frowned, looked
at Barbara, frowned deeper still I re-
N aimed quiet in an attitude Of great defer
ence. Puzzled to know whether 1 had
spoken in sheer simplicity and ignorance