The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1897-11-14
SIMON DALE.
by ANTHONY HOPE.
ccpvrioat. 1897. sy 4. n. Ha,estns.
VIII.
hADNEss. MAGIC, AND MooNsHINE.

When tho curtain had fallen on the little
needed play and the gay crowd began to dis
perse. i, percaivInR that no more ~tn T., he seer
or learned. went homo to my logging alone
After our conversation Darrell had left me alb
fuptly, and i saw him no more. But my own
thoughts rave mo occupation enough, forever to
edun mind, and one:unversed in court i~ntrigues
II seemed plain that moro hung on this expedi'
ZION 70 Dover than the meeting of the Kings
sister with her brother. So far all men were OF
tho same opinion; beyond their variance be-
gan. I had not thought TO trouble my head
about IT, but not having learned yet that q
small man lives most comfortably with the
great by opening his eyes and ears only when
hidden, and keeping them tight locked for the
rest, was inspired with eagerness to know the
ful meaning Of the scene In which 1 was now
70 play a part, however humble. OF ono thing,
at least, I was ~glad-here I touched on n matter
moro suitable to my condition-and this was
tnat since barbara Quinton was going to Dover,
i was TO go also. But, alas. neither here did
perplexity lag far behind. 1t is easy TO know
that you are glad to be with q lady II your very
blood tells you. but to say why is often difficult.
1 toldsmyself that my sole cause for pleasure lay
In the services 1 might be able to render 10 my old
friends daughter. She would want one to run
her errands and do her bidding; an attentive
cavalier, however lowly, seldom comes amiss.
W IL bcll, u bWblllnR
pride refused them, and for once reason came as
pride's ally. urging that in such company as
would assemble at Dover q girl might we'll need
protection, no less than compliments. It was
true, my new masters bearing to her showed
how true. And Carford was not, It seemed, n
jealous lover. I was no Iover-my life was
vowed to another most unhappy love-but
was q gentleman. and, sweet thought, the hour
might come when the face which had looked so
,mockingly at me tonight should turn again in
appeal to the wit and arm OF Simon Dale.
grew taller as I thought Of that. and coming
just then to my own door, raped with my cane
as loudly and dofantly as though 1 had been
the Duke Of Monmouth himself, and not a gem
tleman in his suite.
Loud as my rapping was, It brought no i'm
mediate answer. Again I knocked. Then feet
came shuffiing along the passage. I had
aroused my sleepy wretch; doubtless he would
come groaning flor Jonah might not curse. save
IN tho way of %religion), and rubbing his eyes, to
let me In. The door opened and Jonah ap.
peared. His eyes were not dull with sleep.
but seemed to blaze with some strong excite
ment. He had not been to his bed, for his dress
was not disordered. and q light burned brighten
my parlor. To crown all, from the Same parlor
came the sound OF q psalm. most shrilly and
villatnously chanted through the nose, in a
voice familiar to my ears. !, unlike my servant,
had not bound myself against an oath where
the case called, and with a round one that sent
Jonah's eyes in agony up TO the ceiling 1 pushed
by him and ran into tho parlor. A sonorous
Amen" came pat with my entrance. Phineas
Tate stood before me. lean and pale, but calm
and placid.
what in tho Devils name brings vop ber.,.
] cried.
''The service of Cod" he answered sol.
EMMY.
What Does 1t forbid sleep at nights9'
Have you been sleeping, young man, he
asked, pertinently enough. as I must allow.
Il have been paying my respects to his Maj
esty,' said i.
GOD forgive him and you" was tho retort.
Perhaps. sir. perhaps not" I replied, for I
was growing angry. But I have asked your
intercession no moro than has tho King. If
Jonah brought you here. 1t was without my
leave; I beg you to take your departure.
Jonah. hold the door there for Mr.. Tate"
The man raised his hand impressivcly.
Hear my message first" he said. "I am
cent unto you that you may turn from sin.
For the Lord has appointed you to be his In
strument. Even now the plot is laid, even
Eow men conspire to bring this kingdom again
into the bondage Of Rome. Have you no ears.
have you no eyes, are you blind and deafl
Turn to me, and ! will make you see and hear.
For 1t Is given to me to show you the way"
was weary Of the fellow. and in despair
Of getting quit Of him, flung myself into a chair.
The man VINO ivo su here !. With i.: yoa@%has of
hi%aMIri Il n ne MT % an a. enemy men Of GSdr, ....,
smiiine i IN spit. Is Of Of f %ys sGmi for t 9 sinds ssi so1 4
thar Darrell I had never met. '0ui
Phineas came close to me, leaning over mo
Win an admonishing forefnger and a mysteri-
What did he want with youi" he asked.
he goes" ~
COST .1f It s.i SpT F. %tSG a0g l . am going z !. where hS,S he
SIt ia Gods finger and Gods Wilt" cried
Paa! R { fnis@'hl / sho %s b. the Is. shSqld or. .Ks,n
E sssE san3 WHAT az ms Is % Il to II YOU SSH t isa' We xs'P q S09 To
voice: 10 stood IN To doorway with a aercs
b. w Sasfs across lsSS1 the Se room 1as a1 s1d aid m Sis Ssn las on
tphipsSs cas-, DC you want another cropping of
do your will on mo-" cried tho fanatic.
Al, sweeping away his lanky hair he showed
win" he shrieked. II am ready. But your
hour comes; yea, your cup shall soon be full"
"I5 may 30 more than ears II you viii not
bride your tongue; IT'S not for you to question
r saw Jonsh's face O. pale sSe'' with fright as he
looked at the two men; The Interest Of tho
ssSas grew TS on met. me. the talk of Dover seemed to
But this young man., pursued .Phineas.
you, He shall be snatched from the burning,
and by his hand the Lord will work q great de-
Darrell turned suddenly to mo and said
This room is yours, sir. not mine. Do you
uumer the presence Of this miscellaneous knavei"
.x,I snfIer what j cant help" / answered.
M Tate doesn't ask my pleasure in his com.
tng and going any more than the King asks Mr..
1T would do you no good. sir, to have it
x. snow With that , s,I he was here" Darrell reminded
Darrell had been a good friend to me and had
won my regard. but from an infrmity of tenn
per that ! have touched on before, his present
tone set me against him. l take reproof badly,
NO good with whoin2' I asked smiling.
The Duke Of York;, Ny Lord Arlingtoni Or
whom i have TO pleasei"
None Of them love R%anters," answered Day,
But one Of them may prefer a Ranter to a
The thrust told. Darrell grew red. To
myself ! seemed to have hit suddenly on the