The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-04-21

honors: no, not 80 much as with the least
favor. most of all by his Majesty the KING
Never saw I such honor paid any morH
as nv little lady. Sudden she grows the
fashion. and my Lord Bishop or LONDON
gives a. great entertainment at his palace
of Lambeth to her honor; whereof Master
Pepys is heard to say. it's the finest he has
ever seen there. Ever to Brentford come
fine coaches by day and night. with Earls
and fambeaux carried in front, to visit my
Lady. They all go away praislng her, and
saving they have seen many English ladies
worse favored, proportioned and be-
haviored.
".Pardie,' I hear my Lord Ia Ware say to
bis honorable Lady as they get back to
their coach, She is a wonder, this young
Princess, and tits easy to see her blood be
royal. She carrieth herself as the daughter
of a King!
In England Pokahontas learns that Smith
Is not dead. When Anas Todkill and the
gallant Captain meet, Smith says that he
cannot meet her as in old days when She
was little Pokahontas.
".She is now Lady Rebecca.' he says. and
one of a royal family. His Majesty calls
her cousin, and chides his subject Master
Rolfe, I'm told. for marrying u Princess.
Sure to be again familiar to her would hurt
her in her new rank, to speak nothing Of
her husband, who little fancies q thinkj old
lowest
.These bitter words he says. and heaves
a sigh and then Is quiet.
1T Is best he says lowly. What 60
hard as to thus meet her that once was my
sweetheart, and talk coldly to my Lady Re
becca: I that lain would clasp her close and
weep on her bosom! So no more, Anas! 1
will go away. Take thou this paper and
show it her.
Show it her yourself I say: here she
is
And. indeed. my little lady. grown weary
of the court people and knowing not we
were in the garden. walks for rest there and
comes out suddenly from the bosk and sees
us. Smith rises up quick and stands FAC
ing her in a great tremble. She is shaking
too, and comes on slow toward him, looking
at him. Suddenly she covers her lace with
her hands, and I see the tears stealing
through her fingers. Smith goes to her and
bows low, calling her my Lady Rebecca;
but thereat she cries:
NO: No! Call me not that. but what thou
calledst me in Virginia."
"Thereat Smith turns a little white and
says in a strange voice:
~ owe my lady too much respect. Sure
a married woman belongs to her lord. and
the King hath forbid you to be treated save
as a Princess. Forget the old times and
remember the new. 1t were far better!
HE speaks deep. we'll nigh groaDing. but
she wrings her hands and cries pitifully
once more:
No! No! Thou didst call me "child'
once
The child forgot one who loved her.
he says, speaking low.
And she in a voice yet lower:
They did tell me always you were dead
and 1 knew no other till 1 came TO Piymouth!S
"Whereat her face grows so white that
I think she will faint. but she stands
straight and looks at him out of her great
black eyes, that are swimming in tears, as
though her heart were breaking.
Suddenly +, Anas Todkill. remembering
myself. go away from these two people.
-" What said they each to the other?
know not nor would know. " After an
hour they come back slowly. and I can see
my lady has been weeping. Smith is pale.
and his voice shakes as he bows low and
goes away, and then my lady steals to her
bower and is no more seen that night"
There is not much more that the chronicier
tells of Pokahontas. Months followed. and
she faded and died. "She lies buried in
the chancel Of the parish church of Graves
end"