The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1902-12-05

1iI"f ! Halo, before ] uncover may
! explain 10 your Most Excellent Ma
Jesty now II came tnat 4 ate as Tor
3O?"
"Oh, hol" said the King. looking.
as thought a little disappointed. $50
you have not eaten all the food your
self"
Sire" l said, mo man could do It
and live"
why, I thought not" he replied.
III you did It, Master Yellow Domino.
you would put in the shade all tho
gentry who swallow swords and feed
on red-hot pokers. Now, speak. None
shall hurt you or your fellows. What
is your name and who are your COM
rades?"
IF you please, Sire" I replied 'T
am Maurice Desmond, a captain in
your Majesty's Irish Regiment of
Horse, and the Yellow Domino is not
only myself, but 20 other gentlemen
Of the regiment"
"oh, no." he said; you were my
guard tonight?"
1--WE were not invited to sup with
your Majesty" l said, 80 we bought
q ticket for the mask and yellow
domino It has served us ALL"
"And you are satisfied" he asked,
politely. you approve Of my cook?"
1--WE never wish to sup better, Sire"
I answered.
Are there any more Of you to SUPP"
he asked, his lips twitching."
Il am the last of the 30, Sire" I
paid.
why, heaven be praised for that"
he responded, "or else we should have
a famine In our kitchen! envy the
gentlemen Of the Irish Regiment their
appetites."
With that ne roared with laughter,
as though he thought 1t the funniest
jest in the world; and all the others
Joined him, so that the supper room
rang with merriment But l stood
with my eyes on the ground not dar-
ing to look at Eleanora's face.
Suddenly the King became serious
and looked about him.
as there any one here who knows
Captain Maurice Desmond" he began.
There was little movement in the
crowd, but before any one else could
speak, my Eleanora stepped forward.
Sire" she said, "Sir Maurice Des-
mond is a most brave and honorable
gentleman, who lost his all fighting for
King James in Ireland"
Her voice trembled, and, lifting my
eyes to hers, could see that she
looked frightened as fawn, yet brave
as a martyr.
1--WE were dear friends once" she
went on, shaking like a reed, "but the
fortunes Of war separated us. have
never ceased to look for my friend
through all these five years past, yet
never thought to seek him in your
Majesty's Irish Regiment"
THE uniform of the Irish Regiment
has seen honorable service" he said,
smiling at the shabby and discolored
coat, and taking a cleaning star from
his breast and pinning 1t upon mine.
ut carries it's wounds like yourself,
my friend, and like M. de Turenne.
No matter; the Irish Regiment shall
not be forgotten. am glad-only for
the misfortune of my English cousin
to have such soldiers on my side, Now
the dance is forming. Will you not
lead out the lady whose memory has
been so Faithful"
The next day l was called to the
Kings presence, and about the same
time there was left at my lodgings
a very fine taffeta suit, laced and
slashed, a gift from the King, so that
when l went to Court Eleanora haC
no need to be ashamed Of me.
"As though l could be-" she says,
leading upon my shoulder to see what
l have written.
We have built again the Castle OF
Bunclody, and, Peace having descend
ed upon the country, we dwell there,
in great peace and great felicity, and
have a boy who is a fight"=g man, al
though but three years old. and car
ries his fathers sword, and, for re-
ward of goodness, is permitted to nan
die the Kings star.-New York News
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