The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-11-27

from the dusky corners, but there was so
much to be explained that l was glad, in
deed, when the duke came through the
arras, saying that he had nothing better
to do than to tell the story of it all.
Famous Relics.
After tea was rung for, ensconced my
self in an immense carved chair before
the fire. While waiting for the water to
boil he told many interesting things; how,
during Cromwells war all those books
had been carried at night to the dungeons
below and covered with rubbish, so that
in case the room was burned, they, at
least, might escape. Then, unlocking
cabinet, he brought out an ivory box,
which, on opening, disclosed a thin square
of cambria, yellow with age. / took it
in my fingers but dropped it quickly
enough when told 1t was the handkerchief
of the Duke of Norfolk, who was executed
for having befriended Mary, Queen of
Scots. One who loved him had dipped
this in his blood as it dropped from the
scaffold The thoughts which that bit of
bloodstained cambria engendered made me
thankful for the peaceful security of that
quiet room, and slipped my tea with add
ed appreciation of its warmth and safety.
The duke then brought from distant
corner a number of curious old volumes,
missals Illuminated by the monks of the
church below the castle walls. The leaves
We're of parchment covered with exquisite
lettering, and borders of colored fruits and
flowers in no wise dimmed by their great
age.
We then left the circle of freight to pass
from one cabinet to another. There was
slipper of Queen Elzabeth's which she
had left behind her when on a vista
daintiy shabby affair of Powered satin,
in which she had doubtless danced high
and deposedly'' in that very room with
my Lord of Leicester, while her brilliant
courtiers stood about in affected admira-
ton.
Next to it lay the crucifix of martyred
Queen Mary, encrusted with jewels and
redo.ent of countless agonized prayers,
sent before her execution to the duke of
Norfolk, who afterward lost his own life
for having so faithfully served her.
On the wall hangs a chain corselet, said
to be that worn by Joan of Arc, and he
low it is the dagger drawn from Rizzios
breast when he fell murdered in the little
room at Holyrood.
over the fireplace hangs a superb por-
trait of the late duchess in court regalia
"a brilliantly youthful figure, full of dig
nified charm. Before leaving Arundel l
saw her boudoir in one of the castellated
towers, from whose windows one catches
a. glimpse of the distant sea. Each OBJ
ject remains exactly as she left 1t. The
room Is an odd mixture of medieval and
modern luxury. Tapestries of the tenth
century cover the stone walls. From the
groined ceiling hang lamps of rough IRON
while pretty knicknaeks from Bond street
strew the tables, and piano, backed by
palms, fills one corner Each object re-
mains as il was when she last enjoyed
this charming nook-even to her lace pill
low with its tangled bobbins. and the bit
of unfinished embroidery. In spite of the
song of birds from the treetops swaying
beneath the windows in the summer wind,
1t seemed deserted and melancholy, as
though all but memories were fed.
Our last evening at Arundel was radi-
ant with moonlight, and we spent 1T stroll
ing to and fro on the terrace, enjoying
the hush of the beautiful night. We had
again been talking of the past, which
seems so much more real i'm such a place
than the present and the duke, after
speaking of his love of association, and his
belief in the strength Of its influence, con-