Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1897-11-13

| am ready. But your hour comes also, yea
| your cup shall sool be FULL
Darreu spoke to him in low, stern tones
1t may be more than ears II Won will moi
orloie your tongue It's not for you tc
question why the king comes or goes"
saw Jonah's face pale with fright az
the scene grew on me, the talk of Dover
seemed TO pursue me strangely
D9l this young man." pursued Phineas.
u uote ~ unm9yed by Darrelrs threat, as
burning. and by his hand the Lord will
work great de;iverance" "Al'
stiff1y: - 'ie anu saio'
This room is yours. sir NOT min. NJ
knave?'' 1''iS'hieVous
II suffer what I can't help" I answered..
VT Iate doesn't ask my pleasure in his
asks Mr.. Tate in MIS- -e
~ would DO you no good, sir to have IT
known that he was here" Darrell reminded
me; with significant nod of his head.
DarTeii mad been a good friend to me and
hao won my regard, but from an infirmitv
OF temper that / have touched on before
! ms present tone set me against him. I
tanned me to it.
NO good with whom" I asked smiling.
me Duke Of York? My Lord Arlington?
Or 90 you mean the Duke of Monmouth !?
is IT ne whom have to pieasef'
None of them love Ranters." answered
table. NAo 'ASoio-
But one of them may prefer-a Ranter m
a Papist, laughed J.
The thrust told. Darrell araw rod ~
mysef seemed to have hit suddenly ON
the Key OF a mystery. Was /, then, a pawn
N the great game of the churches, and
d,sa another and Ito speak it with all
oue reSpect) these grand dukes little bet
Ter! Had Phineas Tate also his pace on
the board where souls made the stakes
IN such game none is too low for value
r ro1 LOO nign 1er use Surely, my finger
was on the spring. AT least l had CON
iounoed Darrell; his enemy taking INV
help readliy enough, glared on him in a
most un-CEristian exultation, and then.
ecstasy:
Think not that because you are unworthy
you shaH not serve God. The work sancti-
nes Inc instrument, yea, it makes clean
G 1aal wnlch Is foul Verify, at His hour.
zoo may work through woman of sin
ana he liked his eyes intcntly on me.
read a special meaning in his words nv
thoughts flew readily 10 the Cock and Pie
in Drury lane.
peated, slowly and sclemniy: then he faced
round. swift as the wind. en- Darrell and
minding my friends sullen scowJ not a
whit, cried to him: Repent. repent ven
seahce is near. ard SO at last was out CT
the room before either of US could hinder
MIN, had we wished, or could question him
further l heard the house door shut be-
hind him. and l rose, looking at Darrell
with an easy smile.
Madness and moonshine good friend.
said l. Don't let it disturb YOU If Jonah
admits the fellow again ne shall answer
for it,
Indeed. Mr.. Dale. when I prayed you to
share my lodging. / did not foresee the ma
ture of your company
Fate. more than choice, makes a mans
company" said L. Now it's you, now
Ph.neas. now my lord the secretary and
now his grace the duke. Indeed seeing
how destiny-or, if you will, chance-rules,
man may well be thought fool who
makes plan or chooses a companion. For
my own part, l am fateS child and fate
shall guide me.
HE was still stiff and cold with me. but
my friendly air and my evident determina-
ton to have no quarrel won him to civility,
II to no warmer demonstration of regard.
Fate's child?" he asked with a little
scorn. but seating himself and smoothing
his brow. You're fate's child? Isn't that
an arrogant speech, Simon?"
IF 1t weren't true, most arrogant l an
swered. Come, I'll tell YOU. It's too soon
for bed and too late to go abroad. Jonah,
bring US some wine, and if it be good you
shall be forgiven for admitting Master
Tate"
Jonah skunk Off. and presently returned
with bottle. which we drank, while !,
with the candor 1 had promised, told my
friend of Betty Nasroth and her prophecy
He heard me with an attention which be-
lied the contempt he asserted. l have no.
ticed that men pay heed to these things,
however much they laugh at them. At the
end, growing excited, not only with the
wine. but with the fumes of life which had
been mounting into my young brain all the
day, leaped up. crying aloud
And isn't 1t true? Shan't / know what
he hides? Shan't drink of his cup? For
isn't it true? Don't I already, to my in
finite misery. love where he loves?" For
the picture of Neil had come suddenly