Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1902-11-20

| A decent scrivener, a lean tailor and
his brood had come forward and asked
whether there was lodging TO be had
in the tanners house. Audrey had
shaken her glossy head, wondering the
while how these solid folk would fare
among the noisy rabble that had cap
tured Deptford. Several more strang-
ers did she and Tom Quincy refuse,
and the men passed on, all save one,
more bold and more slightly than the
rest, pale, bright eyed fellow, who
! leaned Familiarity over the garden gate
and offerd a goldn guinea for each
night he might stay under so charmed
roof. He was young man, his age
about 80, and his pale face seemed
worn with study and desperate living;
for it was fine and diabolic in one, as
| though he had known Christ and Luci-
fer, and Lucifer more than Christ. He
was overbold of eye and tongue as he
leant over the low gateway, and yet
Audrey noted how there fingered GER
tain marks OF beauty on him and GER
tain daintiness that not even his reck
less manner could quite thrust out.
Neither for money nor love, sweet
mistress, will you take me in?" he
urged, looking past Tom Quincy
whose cheeks were red with anger.
Perhaps at Ellis the grazier's you
may find lodging" answered Audrey
| from her side the gate.
Though l be something of a goat
want no grazier," laughed the stranger
Audrey, a merry maid, could scarce
withhold smile.
Il would be content to lie on yon
bench and wash my face at the pump
| provided thou came out and dried me,
said the stranger.
tan thee" answered Audrey.
But the stranger continued un
abashed: Il would climb yon trellis
of roses and greet thee in the morn
ing like some dew fed bird"
Whereat Audrey arose from heI
seat with a pretty semblance of wrath
and entered the house. Young Cur
| ney, who had listened with hot rage tC
this impudent discourse, held the door
aside for her.
And now begone," he said, advanc
ing on the gate and frowning haughtily
as young man will.
when l am done, l CO." answered
the stranger
Tom Quincy put hand to his hip
but found no weapon.
"Begone," he said once more, cor
wiring thy unclean neck or take q
horsewhip to thee"
The stranger tapped his sword hilt
"Wouldst be spitted, young Master
Greenwit?" he asked fiercely; 81 have
that here that would roast ten such
gamecocks as thou. Or. mayhap, the
pump were more fitting for a country
clodpate with presumptuous tongue
Tom Quincy, the fustian weaver's
! son, was unarmed. Such parley anG
high talk led nowhither. He turned
his back on the intruder and went into
the house, closing the door heartily il
the others face.
Now this episode would have ha6
no consequences; indeed, would have
been thing to smile on the next day
had not young Master Quincy betaker
him to the Rose and Crown that same
night and there learnt the name an6
quality of his erstwhile enemy Mine
host Saltash whispered the story tc
him. AS for the stranger, there was
no cheerier guest in the whole house
He bore Tom Gurney no malice, but
pledged him in an unsteady cup as one
who had the favor of livelier wencf
than any who tipped glasses in thai
company. Il ha' just escaped one
plague to run full tilt into another,
punned the stranger, with a jovia
laugh.
And even here had been an end; but
on the morrow Tom Quincy sought
out Audrey Ford, and told her that he
who had chaffed so insolently for q
lodging over the front gate was Mas