Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1903-06-12

hluleiy, pcllcNtiS Willis W ODty III
everything.
Devil a doubt of that, and you will
succeed, too or my crowns stew
pan" And he laughed at the huge joke
he was about to perpetrate on his poor
old royal brother.
1t would seem that the tremendous
dose of flattery administered by Mary
would have been so plainly self inter
ested as to alarm the dullest percep-
ton, but Henry's vanity was so dense
and his appetite for flattery so great
that he accepted it all without sus-
picion, and it made him quite affable
and gracious.
Mary kept up her show of affection
and docile obedience for a week or two
until she thought Henry's suspicious
were allayed, and then, after having
done enough petting and fondling, as
she thought, to start the earth itself
a-moving-as some men are foolish
enough to say it really does-Ashe began
the attack direct by putting her arms
about the kings neck and piteouslv
begging him not to sacrifice her whole
life by sending her to France.
Her pathetic, soul charged appeal
might have softened the heart of Calg-
ula himself, but Henry was not even
cruel. He was simply an animal so
absorbed in himself that he could not
feel for others.
"Oh, it is out at last he said with
a laugh II thought all this sweetness
must have been for something. SO the
lady wants her Brandon and doesn't
want her Louis, yet is willing to obey
her dear. kind brother? Well We'll
take her at her word and let her obey.
You may as well understand, once and
for all, that you are to 20 to France.
You promised to 20 decently if l would
not cut off that fellows head. and now
l tell you that if hear another whinl-
per from you off it comes, and you will
go to France too"
This brought Mary to terms quickly
enough 1t touched her one vulnerable
spot-her love.
81 will go; l promise it again. You
shall never hear another word that no
harm shall come to him-to him." And
she put her hands over her face to con-
ceal her tears as she softly wept,
THE day you sail for France Bran
don shall go free and shall again have
his old post at court. l like the fellow
as a good companion, and really believe
you are more to blame than he"
II am all to blame, and am ready this
day to pay the penalty. l am at your
disposal to go when and where you
choose" answered Mary most pathet-
icaly.
Poor, fair Proserpina. with no kind
mother Demeter to help her. The
ground will soon open, and Pluto will
have his bride.
That evening Cavendish took me
aside and said his master, Wolsey,
wished to speak to me privately ut a
convenient opportunity. So when the
bishop left his card table al hour later
l threw myself in his way. He spoke
gayly to me, and we walked down the
corridor arm in arm. l could not I'M
agine what was wanted, but presently
it came out: my dear Caskoden"-had
| bee ne for whom he could have had
any use l should have grown suspi-
cious-"my dear Caskoden, | know |
can trust you; especially when that
which l have to say is for the happi-
ness of your friends. | am sure you
will never name me in connection with
the suggestion l am about to make, and
will use the thought only as your
own"
but gave him the strongest assurance
of my trustworthiness.
at is this: Louis of France is little
better than a dead man. King Henry,
perhaps, is not fully aware of this, and
If he is he has never considered the
probability of his speedy death. The
thought occurred to me that although
the princess cannot dissuade her broth
er from this marriage, she may be able,
in view of her ready and cheerful COM
pliance, to extract some virtue out of
her sore necessity and induce him to
promise that in case of the death of
Louis she herself shall choose her Sec
ond husband"
"My lord" replied, quickly grasping
the point, "it is small wonder you rule
this land. You have both brain and
heart"
II thank you. Sir Edwin. and hope