The San Francisco call., 1903-01-18

Mary's page had delivered to the keeper
OF Newgate, he read 1t and all his plans
were changed.
to the King, suppressing the fact that
ne, buckingham, had any knowledge OF
II. The Duke then at once started TO
greenwich. where he arrived and sought
the King few minutes before the time
he knew the messenger with Mary's note
would come. The King was soon found,
ana buckingham, in apparent anger, told
him that the city authorities refused TO
deliver Brandon except upon an order
under the Kings seal.
Henry and Buckingham were intensely
lndlgnant at the conduct of the scurVy
Durghers. and an immense amount OF self
Importance was displayed and shamefuliy
highest when the messenger from New
gate arrived with Mary's poor little note
as intended by the Duke.
The note was handed to Henry, who
ITO Master Charles Brandon: Greeting
Soon you will be at liberty; perhaps ere
this is to your hand. Surely, would not
at once. there to live in the hope that
may Whst 5sf ig yoH sPsedy dred Henry NV sis
ter writing to Brandon? Gods death!
My Lord of buckingham. the suspicious
you Whispered in my ear may nave SO some ne
Newgate, and allow our good people of
London to take their own course with
him.
buckingham went to WINDSOR next DAY
and told Mary that arrangements had
been made the night before for Brandon
escape, and that he had heard that Bran
don had left for New Spain "a
Mary thanked the Duke. but had no
smiles for any one. Her supply was ex-
hausted.
She remained at Windsor nursing her
love for the sake of the very. pain it
brought her, and dreading the battle for
more than life itself which she knew she
should soon be called upon to fight.
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old fits of anger because Brandon had
not come to her before he left. but
soon the anger melted into tears, and the
tears brought sort of JOY when she
thought that he had run away from her
defense of her in Bllingsgate Mary had
tion differently, and everything was
changed. She still saw the same
great distance between them as be
looking up now Before that event he
had been plain Charles Brandon and she
the Princess Mary. She was the Princess
still. but he was a demi-god No mere
mortal, thought she, could be so brave
and strong and generous and wise ana
above all, no mere mortal could yanqush
odds of four to one. In the night she
smothered sobs would softly talk of her
lover and praise his beauty and perfec-
tions and pour her pathetic little tale
over and over again into James receptive
answered with soft little kisses that
would have consoled Niobe herself. Then
Mary would tell how the doors of her life,
at the ripe age of eighteen, were closed
forever and forever, and that her few
remaining years would be but years of
waiting for the end. At other times she
would brighten and repeat what Brandon
had told her about New Spain; how for
tunes door was open there to those who
chose to come and how he, the best and
bravest of them all. would surely win
glory and fortune and ther return to buy
her from her brother Henry with mil
lions of pounds of yellow gold All, she
would wait, She would wait! Like Bay
ard she placed her ransom at high fig
ure and honestly thought herself worth
it. And she waS-to Brandon, or
rather had been. But at this particular
time the market was down, as you will
shortly hear.
So Mary remained at Windsor and
Erieved and wept and dreamed and longed
that she might see across the miles of
billowy ocean to her love! her love! her
lovei Meanwhile Brandon had his trial
in secret down in London and had been
condemned to be hanged, drawn and
quartered for having saved to her more
than life itself.
Put not your trust in princesses.