New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1903-11-22
AT "Tbe Spoffed Lamb.
BY KATHARINE lyman.

squire's."
Your honor has heard the story?'
a man can't be long at RoSeEarland with
out hearing of the AlvanleyS and the last of
them. who is bottle holder to the Prince and
has no name, although the Town cuts its coat
by his and fears his frown more than God Al
miEhty's. poor thing to have come to. the
arLter Of fashions, the oracle of assembly
rooms, the autocrat of pettcoats and periwigs.
The AlVanleys were soldiers and sailors and
statesmen"
They say he is brave and good hearted"
Mrs. Lumley said. wondering at Mr. Joness
heat. And the Prince loves him"
He has a few foolish feats to his name. He
rode his horse, poor beast, up the steps of his
fathers town house. and leaped him from
window over q coaChful Of ladies. He walked
TO Jerusalem for a wager and played ball against
the walls Fine doings. surely As for the
Prince, why, if il comes to that, Jack Is no
worse than his master, but rather better His
! love is a poor thing. that no man, or woman
either, is much the better Of
Why that is true" said Mrs Lumley. think
] ing on the Princess, who, if she was light had
been i'll treated
The grass grows up to the windows Of the
Place" Mr. Jones went on, with the same
gloomy air. THE peacoCks are dead that used
TO scream on its terraces; the basin where the
goldfish swan Is broken and the water dried up.
/ The gardens are q wilderness; the rooms mouI-
der TO decay. GOODIES lies on her face by the
steps OF the hall door
You have seen the Place?
i went there yesterday The old chimneys
between the fresh green of the trees made me
. curious. And 50 this III fated brat OF Ilie
Alvanleys broke a sweet country maid heart.
He forgot that ever he'd broken q siXpence
with her when Squire Alvauley, being childless,
remembered Susan TrelaWneys son. Twas no
worse than that, your honor
And Margery's child lived:
As good and bonny maid as any IN Ihe
county Many lads so counting at Ke9streak
Farm for all that Dick Stones not such good
company" -.
one Of his long solitary walks, and entered the
kitchen Of The Spotted Lamb with SO blthe
a step that Mrs Lunley, who was making
/ zlfU
Your honor has liked the walk? she sald.
1T is a land Of apples and roses, he sald:
and I have drunk milk from the hands OF
Hebe herself. I should be sour fellow TO com
plain" IT. -oou.
have rolled of your age since the day the
.ITlvinC Mercury left your honor at my door
Why. l have been bathing my face IN May
dew. How old would YOU take me 10 lie, MRS,
IunIey? Fifty? FOrty-fye? Forty? am no
more than forty. and l feel young enough Tor d
bridegroom 20 a girl OF eighteen. ..-,,.- -.
After that he would break into snatches OF
song as he moved about the house THAT brought
a smile to Mrs. Lumley's lips, for she had grown
fond Of her lodger-
Dolry's neck is white curds.
With a golden freckie or Two
Doliy's voice is like the BIRDS
IN the pastures. in the dew
Dolly laughs with Prue and Phyllis
And her laughs shower OF AIes.
.7o-5 What = nrettv song. SIR she said
once And your honOr's self has voice Ike
a birds You sing as II your heart was IN H.
'ghe song was mace, Sdlu Nj, 'Oh,1,
rufzmaid that was the sweetest thing the SONG
maker had ever seen She was taking butter
I from Z. churn. and her arms were StTlppeu hISh
above her elbows. and they were WnlIe as me
milk She had a head of black curls, with a
thought Of pansy in their jet; her eyes 100
were black but her face was mix ana roses.
She had two dimples-what would not WoILIh i
Of fashion have given for them ana d rOuh1'
white chin and she wore pink wrapper ana
because the day was hot, she had lett her neck
bare-the sweetest neck! She made the man IAN
think on his old love, but she was ms old
loves daughter. and he loved her, as he hfio
loved her mother at first sight
Pink is DOIly's only wear,
D0llvs eyes are black as sloesi
Do7lv'e always fresh and fair
From her topknOt TO her toes
he brolze again into the cheerful singing.
] '"The song might have been made on boAS
Stone Of Redstreak Farm" said Mrs. LunlIey.