Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1903-07-22


her beauty with relish that could not |
be mistaken.
Henry and the ambassador spoke |
word in whispers when the latter took
q box from a huge side pocket and
started across the room toward Mary
with the king at his heels.
Her side was toward them when they |
came up, but she kept her attitude as
If she had been of bronze. She had
taken up book that was lying on the |
table and was examining it as they
approached.
De Longueville held the box in his
hand, and, bowling and 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 crack in
piece Of old parchment and held his
box toward Mary. 1t was open, prob
ably in the hope of enticing her with
q sight Of It's contents-a beautiful dia
mond necklace.
She turned her face ever so little and
took it all in with one contemptuous,
sneering glance out Of the corners Of
her eyes. Then, quietly reaching out
her hand, she grasped the necklace and
deliberately dashed it in poor old De
Longuevtlle's face.
'"There is my answer, sir! Go home
and tell your imbecile old master l
scorn his suit and hate him-hate him
hate him." Then, with the tears fall
ing unheeded down her cheeks: MAS
ter Wolsey, you butchers cur, this
trick was Of your conception. The 9TH
ers had not brains enough to think Of
it. Are you not proud to have out
witted one poor heartbroken girl? But
beware, sir! I tell you now will be
quits with you yet or my name is not
Mary"
There is a limit to the best of femi-
nine nerve, and at that limit should
always be found flood of healthful
tears. Mary had reached it when she
threw the necklace and shot her bolt
at Wolsey, so she broke down and has
tily, left the room.
uc hIuS VI COuESc WIS OcSIuc u1u-
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 single lasting good
impulse-he really meant it.
Immediately after this, the king, De
LOngueville and Wolsey set out for
London.
1 remained behind hoping to see the
girls, and after q short time q 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
been placed on it's hinges again, but
the bed was tumbled as Mary had left
It, and the room was in great disorder.
'Oh, Sir Edwin" began Mary, who
was weeping. twas ever woman in
such frightful trouble? My brother is
killing me. Can he not see that could
not live through a week of this mar
Rage? And have been deserted by
all my friends, too, excepting Jaue.
She, poor thing, cannot leave"
''You know I would not CO." said
Jane parenthedcally. Mary continued,
you, too, have been home an entire
week and have not been near me-"
began to soften at the sight of her
grief and concluded with Brandon that,
after all, her beauty could we'll cover
multitude Of sins, perhaps even this,
der great transgression against him.
The princess was trying to check her
weeping and in a moment took up the
thread Of her unfinished sentence:
And Master Brandon, too, left with
tut so much as sending me one little
Nord-nOt a life nor a syllable. He
lid not come near me, but went off as
e did not care-or he did not. OF
course he did not care or he would not
have behaved so, knowing 1 was in so
much trouble. l did not see him at all
after-one afternoon in the kings
about week before that awful night
in London, except that night, when I
was so frightened I could rot speak
one word Of all the things 1 wished
to say"
This sounded strange enough, and I
began more than ever to suspect some
thing wrong. 1, however, kept as firm
grasp as possible upon the stock of
indignation I had brought with me.
''How did you expect to see or hear
from him." asked I, when he was ly-
ing in a loathsome dungeon without
one ray Of light, condemned to be
hanged, drawn and quartered because
Of your selfish neglect to save him who
at the cost Of half his blood and al
most his life had saved so much for
your
Her eyes grew big, and the tears
were checked by genuine surprise.
continues: LADY Mary, no one
could have made me believe that you
would stand back and let the man. to
whom you owed so great a debt lie so
long in such misery and be condemned
to such death for the act that saved
you. could never have believed itv'