The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1903-07-02

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carrying letters from Greenwich to the
Tower and back again, but soon letters
ceased to satisfy Mary, and she made
up her mind that she must see him.
Nothing else would do. She must NOT,
could not and, in short would not pa
another day without seeing him-no,
not another hour. Jane and I opposed
her all we could, but the best we could
accomplish was to induce her for Bran
don's sake--for she was beginning to
see that he was the one who had ia
suffer for her indiscretions to ask
Henry's permission, and if he refused
then try some other way. To deter
mine was to act with Mary, so off she
went without delay to hunt the king,
taking Jane and me along as escort.
How full we were of important busi.
ness as we scurried along the corridors.
one on each side of Mary, all talking
excitedly at once! When anything was
to be done, it always required three of
US to do it.
We found the king, and without anv
prelude Mary. proffered her request.
OF course it was refused. Mary pouted
and was getting ready for an outburst
when Wolsey spoke up: with YOUR
majesty's gracious permission, l would
subscribe to the petition of the prin-
cess. She has been good enough to
give her promise in the matter of so
much Importance to us, and in SO small
thing as this l hope you may see
your way clear toward favoring her.
The interview will be the last and NAV
help to make her duty easier" Mary
gave the cardinal a fleeing glance
from her 1ustrOus eyes full of surprise
and gratitude and as speaking as a
book.
Henry looked from one to the other
of us for moment and broke into q
boisterous laugh.
"Oh, don't care, so that you keen it
secret. The old king will never
know. We can hurry up the marriage
He is getting too much already-OO,-
600 crowns and a girl like you. He
cannot complain if he have an heir It
would be a good joke on the miserly
old dotard, but better on 'Ce eros
Garcon.'"
Mary sprang from her chair with
cry of rage. "You brute! Do YOU
think I am as vile as you because |
have the misfortune to be your sister
or that Charles Brandon is like you
simply because he is a man?" Henry
laughed, his health at that time being
too good for him to be i'll natured. He
had all he wanted out of his sister, SO
her outbursts amused him.
Mary hurriedly left the king and
walked back to her room, filled with
shame and rage, feelings actively slim
ulated by Jane, who was equally indig-
nant.
Henry had noticed James frown, but
had laughed at her and had tried to
catch and kiss her as she left, but she
struggled away from him and fed
with speed worthy of the cause.
This insulting suggestion put a stop
to Mary's visit to the Tower more eff
fectually than any refusal could have
done, and she sat down to pour forth
her souls indignation in letter.
She remained at home then, but saw
Brandon later, and to good purpose, as
believe, although am not sure about
it even to this day.
took this letter to Brandon along
with Mary's miniature-the one that
had been painted for Charles Of Ger
many, but had never been given-and
curl of her hair, and it looked as if
this was all he would ever possess of
her.
De Longueville heard of Henry's
brutal consent that Mary might see
Brandon, and, with a Frenchmans be-
lief in woman's depravity, was exceed
1ngly anxious to keep them apart. To
this end he requested that a member
of his own retinue be placed near Bran
don. 10 this Henry readily consented,
and there was an end to even the let
/ ter writing. Opportunities increase in
value doubly fast as they drift behind
us, and now that the princess could not
see Brandon or even write to him she
regretted with her whole soul that she
had not gone to the Tower when she
had permission, regardless Of what any
one would say or think
Mary was imperious and impatient
by nature, but upon rare and urgent
occasions could employ the very smooth
est sort of fnesse
Henry's brutal selfshness in forcing
upon her the French marriage, togeth-
er with his cruel condemnation of
Brandon and his vile insinuations
against herself, had driven nearly ev-
cry spark of affection for her brother
from her heart. But she felt that she
might feign an affection she did not
feel, and that what she so wanted would
be cheap at the price. Cheap? It would
be cheap at the cost Of her immortal
soul. Cheap? What she wanted was
ife's condensed sweets-the man she
loved-and what she wanted to escape
was life's distilled bitterness
with man she loathed. None but a