The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1903-06-17

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should be the wife of Louis or die. He
went back to Mnry's room at intervals,
but there WAS enough persistence in
that II girl TO stop the wheels of time,
if she but set herself to do it, and the
king came away from each visit the
victim of another rout.
Finally his g cooled, and he be-
came amused. From the last visit he
came down laughing.
at shall have to give up the fight or
else put my armOr OH with visor down."
said he. 1T is not safe to go neal her
without it. She is n very vixen, and
but now tried to scratch my eyes out"
Wolsey, who had n wonderful knack
for finding the easiest means to q diff
ficult end, took Henry off to n window,
where they held n whispered converse
ton.
1t was pathetic to see a mighty king
and his great mil err of state consult
ing planning against one poor girl,
and, as angry rs 1 felt toward Mary, 1
could not help plying her and admired
beyond the power of pen to write the
valiant and so far impregnable defense
h had put up against an array Of
StIcLSlh tuuI WOulu nave uluue u hlUS
tremble on his throne.
Presently Henry gave one of his
loud laughs and slapped his thigh as
If highly satisfied with some PROPOSE
ton of Wolsey's.
"Makc ready at once" he said. 1--WE
will go back to London"
In Il short time we were all at the
main stairway Seady to mount for the
return trip.
The Lady Mary's window was just
above, and 1 saw Jane watching us as
We rode away.
After we were well out Of Mary's
sight the king called me to him, and he,
together with De L%ongueville, Wolsey
and myself, turned u horses heads,
rode rapidly by a circuitous path back
to another door Of the castle and re-
entered without the knowledge Of IN
of the inmates.
We four remained In silence, en-
joined by the king, and IN the course
of an hour the princess, supposing ev-
cry II had gone, came downstairs and
walked Into the room where we were
waiting.
1t vas q scurvy trick, and / felt Il
contempt for the men who had planned
1t. i could see that Mary's first i'm
pulse was to beat Il hasty retreat back
into her citadel. the bed, but in truth
She had in her makeup very little dis
position to retreat. She was clear grit.
What II man she would have made!
But what Il crime 1t would have been
in nature to have spoiled so perfect n
., H., ..,.r Ill., ~..t OIL
threw ore quick, surprised glance ut
her brother and his companions and,
lifting up her exquisite head, careless
~ hUmmcd Il little tune under her
breath as 81" marched to the other end
of the ROOF with II gait that juno her
self could not have improved upon.
l saw the king smile, half in pride Of
her and half in amusement, and the
Frcnclman's little eyes Toasted upon
her beauty with n relish that could not
be mistaken.
Henry and the ambassador spoke n
word in whispers when the latter took
n box from n huge side pocket and
started across the room toward Mary
with the king ut his heels.
Her side was toward them when they
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If she had been of bronze. She had
taken mp n book that was lying OH the
table and was examining it as they
approached.
DE L~ongucvillc held the box in his
hand, and. bowling mt scraping, said
in broken English, Permit to me, most
gracious princess, that may have the
honor TO offer ON behalf of my august
master this little testament of his high
admiration and love- WITH this he
bowed again, smiled like a crack in n
piece of old parchment and held his
DON toward Mary. 1t was open, prob
ably in the hope of cnticing her with
n sight of it's ~contcnts-a beautiful dia-
mond necklace.
She turned her face ever so little and
took it all In with one contemptuous,
sncering glance out of the corners of
her eyes. Then, quietly reaching out
her hand, she grasped the necklace and
deliberately dashed 1t in poor old De
Longueville's face.
"There is my answer, sir! Go home
and tell your imbecile old master /
scorn his suit and hate him-hate him
hate him!" Then, with the tears fall.
ing UNDECIDED dow her checks: MAS.
ter Wolsey, you butchers cur, this
trick was of your conception. The 9th
ers had not brains enough to think of
1t. Are YOU not proud to have out
witted poor heartbrokcn girl2 But
beware, Sir! 1 tell you now 1 will be
quits with you yet Oh my name Is not
Mary!
There is a limit to tho best of femi-
nine nerve, and at that limit should
always be found Il flood Of heaithful
tears. Mary had reached 1t when she
threw the necklace and shot her bolt
at Wolscy, so she broke down and has
tily left the room.
The king Of course was beside him
self with rage.
"By Gods SOUL" he swore, ''she shall
marry Louis of France or / will have
her whipped to death on the Smith
field pillory!" And in his wicked heart
SO impervious to u single lasting good
impulse-he really meant 1t.
Immediately after this, the king, De
Longueville and Wolsey set out for
London.
j remained behind hoping to see the
girls, and after n short time a page
plucked me by the sleeve, saying the
princess wished to see me.
The page conducted me to the same
room in which had been fought the bat
tie with Mary In bed. The door had