Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1903-11-02

she looked up into his face with a de-
faint little pout, as much as to say.
Now, what are you going to do about
it,"
Henry looked at her in surprise and
then burst out laughing, Married to
Brandon with your hair DOWN." And
he roared again. holding his sides.
/ well, you do beat the devil There's
no denying that. Poor old Louis That
was good joke on him. I'll stake nv
crown he was glad to die. You kept
| it warm enough for him, l make no
doubt"
Well" said Mary. with a little
shrug of her shoulders. "he would
marry me-"
! Yes. and now poor Brandon doesn't
know the trouble ahead of him either.
He has my pity, by Jover'
/ "Oh, that is different" returned
Mary, and her eyes burned softly. and
her whole person fairly radiated, so
expressive was she of the fact that 1T
was different"
Different? Yes, as light from dark
ness; as love from loathing; as heaven
Louis, and that tells it all.
Henry turned to Wolsey, Have you
ever heard anything equal to it, my
lord bishop"
. My lord bishop, of course, never had,
nothing that even approached it.
What are we to do about it?' con-
tinued Henry, still addressing Wolsey.
The bishop assumed a thoughtful
expression, as if to appear deliberate
in so great a matter, and said, II see
but one thing that can be DONE" And
then he threw in a few soft, oily words
upon the troubled waters that made
Mary wish she had never called him
thou butchers cur" and Henry after
a pause asked: where is Brandon? He
is good fellow, after all, and what
we can't help we must endure. He'll
find punishment enough in you Tell
him to come home-I suppose you have
him hid around some place-and We'll
try to do something for him"
What will you do for him, brother?"
said Mary, not wanting to give the
kings friendly impulse time to weak
en-.
"Oh, don't bother about that now"
But she held him fast by the hand and
would not let go.
well, what do you want? Out with
1t. l suppose l might as we'll give it
up easily; you will have it sooner or
later. Out with it and be done"
Gould you make him duke of Suf-
folk?'
"Eh? l suppose so. What say you,
my lord Of York;
York was willing; thought it would
be just the thing.
80 be it, them" said Henry. "Now
l am going out to hunt, and will not
listen to another word. You will coax
me out of my kingdom for that fellow
yet" He was about to leave the room
when he turned to Mary, saying: by
the way, sister. can you have Brandon
here by Sunday next? 1 am to have a
joust"
Mary thought she could, and the
great event was accomplished.
One false word, one false syllable,
one false tone, would have spoiled it
all had not Mary-but 1 fear you are
weary with hearing so much of Mary.
So after all, Mary, though a queen,
came portionless to Brandon. He got
the title, but never received the estates
Of Suffolk. All he received with her
was the money 1 carried to him from
France. Nevertheless, Brandon thought
himself the richest man in all the
earth, and surely he was one Of the
happiest. Such a woman as Mary is
dangerous, except in a state of COM
plete subsection, but she was bound
hand and foot in the silken meshes of
her own weaving, and her power for
blissmaking was almost infinite.
And now it was, as all who read may
know, that this fair, sweet, willfuI
Mary dropped out of history, a sure
token that her heart was her husbands
throne, her soul his empire, her every
wish his subject, and her will, so mas
terful with others, the meek and lowly !
servant of her strong but gentle lord
and master, Charles Brandon, duke of
Suffolk.
THE END.
Note by the Editor.-Sir Edwin Casko- !
denS history differs in some minor details