Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1903-11-30


guessed his distemper rightly. Let no one
say that am not a witch for cleverness!
All. you can have the best fun that ever
any maid could have! If you could but
make him believe somethfng about that
Danishman that Teboen saw last winter!'
Last winter?" RandaIin repeated. "Ohi
had altogether forgotten him. 1t seems
that 1t has not BEEN truthfully spoken
The little Angle shattered the rest in her
rapturous embrace. THE ring, Tata-that
would be the cream of ALI Let him think
that Rothgar gave it to you. that he is your
lover! would give many kirtles to see his
face"
'Rothgar" Randalin's voice was light
with scorn. "As likely would be to think
him love-struck for the serving wench who
sparkled her eyes at him as he to think that
Rothgar Lodbroksson count for aught
With me! Yet l say nothing against the
fun 1T would be. 1t may be that IL he take
notice Of the thing and question me-just to
creetly. but the one elf which the abbot
had not exercised crept out and danced in
the dimple of her cheek
Dearwyn shook her floral rod with an as
sumption of severity. 81 trust he VIII be
corely disquieted," she said. HE deserves
no otherwise for his behavior last winter.
Are you so soft OF heart, Tata, that you
are never going to reckon with him for
that?
The dimple-e took wing and all the mis-
chief in the girls eyes seemed to go with
him. Those days are buried" she said.
Let the earth grow green above them"
And suddenly she leaned forward and hid
her face on the others shoulder. Bring
them not before me, DearWyn, my friend
until l am little surer of my happiness.
1t is so new yet, Dearwyn, so new! And
1t came to me SO suddenly that sometimes
1t almost seems as If it might depart as
suddenly from me-" A while they nestled
together without speaking the little maid 8
cheek resting lovingly on her friends dark
hair,
1t was a page thrusting aside the arras
that broke the SPELL Opening his mouth to
make hourishing announcement, the
words were checked on his tongue by four
silence.
1T is the kings marshal" he framed
with protesting lips. But even that failed
to gain him admittance.
Rising, flushed and smiling, the girl with
the blue lilies in her hair tiptoed toward
him. have orders to receive the mar
shall" she whispered. ''Where is her.
He Is In the old roon," the page an
himself as he remembered that, however
this curtailed his Importance 1t left open
a prompter return to his game Of leap
frog along the passage
In all probability his nimble departure
saved him from scolding, for, as she
tripped after him down the corridor, a lit
tie frown was forming between Randalin' s
brows. Il think it is not well-n1annered of
the fellow to say the kings marshall as
though my lord were Canutes thane," she
was rejecting, "and shall put an end to
it. Whatever others say, one never needs
to tell me that Sebert is not suffering in
his service"
With this thought in her mind she
raised the moth-eaten tapestry and stood
looking at him with a face full of generous
Indignation. Except for the mobiles en-
broidered belt and gold-hlted sword, his
dress now differed in way from that of
the hundreds and hundreds of red-cloaked