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I swooned again.
CHAPTER tx.
I Buy q Looking Glass at Bodmin Fair
and Meet With Mr.. Hannibal
Tingcomb.

I Buy q Looking Glass at Bodmin Fair
and Meet With Mr.. Hannibal
Tingcomb.
There had, indeed, been brave work
on Braddock Down that 10Th of jan
uary. For Sir Ralph Hopton with the
Cornish g%randees had made short bust
ness of Ruthven's army-driVing it
headlong back on Liskeard at the first
charge, chasing it through that town,
and taking 1900 prisoners %(including
Sir Shilston Calmady), together with
many colors, all the rebel ordnance and
ammunition, and most Of their arms.
At Liskeard, after refreshing their
men. and holding next day a solemn
thanksgiving to God, they divided-the
Lord Mohun with Sir Ralph Hopton
and Colonel Godolphin marching with
the greater part of the army upon Sal
fash, whittier Ruthven had fled and
was intrenching himself; while Sir
John Berkeley and Colonel Ashburn-
ham, with a small party of horse and
dragons and the voluntary regiments
of Sir Beviil Grenville, Sir Mich. Sian
ming. and Colonel T%revanion, turned to
the northeast, toward Launceston and
Tavistock, to see what account they
might render of the Earl of Stamford's
army; that, however, had no stomach
to await them, but posted out of the
county into Plymouth and Exeter.
Twas on this expedition that two or
three Of the captains l have mentioned
halted for an hour OF more at Temple,
as we'll to recognize Joan's extreme
meritorious service, as to thank me for
the part I had in bringing news of the
Earl of Stamford's advance. For twas
this, they own'd. had saved them-the
Kings message being but an exhorta-
ton and an advertisement upon some
lesser matters, the most Of which were
already taken out of human hands by
the turn of events.
But though. rs I learn'd. these gen.
tlemen were full of compliments and
professions of esteem, I neither saw
nor heard them. being by this time de-
lirious of q high fever that followed my
wound. And not till three good weeks
after, was I recovered enough to leave
my bed, nor, for many more, did my
full strength return to me. No mother
could have made a tenderer nurse than
was Joan throughout this time. IT'S to
her l owe it that I am alive to write
these words: and if the tears scald my
eyes as l do SO. you will pardon them,
l promise. before the end of my tale
is reached.
In the days Of my recovery. news
came 10 us Il forget how that a solemn
sacrament had been taken between
tie parties in Devon and Cornwall. and
the country at peace. Little cared, at
the time: but was content-now spring
was come-to loiter about the tors. and
willie watching Joan at her work. to
| think upon Della. For. albeit. I had
little hope to see her again. my late
pretty comrade held my thoughts the
day long. | shared them with nobody:
for tho it's probable I had let some
words fall in my delirium. Joan never
limited ut this. and ] never found out.
One Gay-'twas early in May-we
went to Bodmin Fair, where l bought
Joan a hand mirror. which I handed to
her rs we were riding home.
What j. the world he this?" she
asked, taking and looking at it doubt
fully.
why. q mirror"
"NVhat'S that
~ glass to see your face in" I ex-
planned.
Re this my face" She rode for
ward. holding up the glass in front of