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CHAPTER II.
(COntinued.)

hat and bowing low. "a scholar, per-
ceive! Let me serve you sir. Here
is the History of st. George And
he picked out a thin brown quarto and
held it up-"written by Master: Peter
Heylln; a ripe book, they tell me
Though, to be sure, never read be-
yond the title), and the price a poor
two shillings."
Now, all this while was consider
ing what to do. So, as put my hand
in my pocket and drew out the shil-
lingS, l said very slowly, locking him
in the eyes (but softly, so that the
lackey might not hear:
$50 thus you feed your expenses at
the dice; and my shilling, no doubt, IS
for Luke Settle, as well as the rest"
For the moment, under my look, he
went white to the lips; then clapped
his hand to his sword, withdrew it, ard
answered me, red as turkey cock:
"Shalt be a parson, yet, Master
Scholar; but art in great hurry, 1t
seems"
Now, had ever quick temper, ana
as he turned on his heel, was like to
have replied and raised brawi. My
own meddling tongue had brought the
rebuff upon me; but yet my heart was
hot as he walked away.
I was standing there and looking
after him, turning over in my hand the
"Life of st. George" when my fingers
were aware Of slip of paper between
the pages. Pulling it out, l saw twas
scribbled over with writing and figures,
as follows:
"Mr. Anthony Killigrew, his acct for
Oct. 10Th, MDCXLII.-For herrings,
3D.; for coffee, I'D; for scowring my
coat, 3d.; at bowls, 5s. 10d.; for blead-
ing me, is. 3D.; for ye Kings speech,
3d.; for spic'd wine with Marjory),
Is. i'd; for seeing We Rhinoceros, 4d.;
at We Ranter- -go-round, 6%d.; for q
pair Of silver buttons, Is. 3d.; for ap-
Piles, 21ad.; for ale, 3d.; at ye dice,
Ell 5s.; for spic'd wine (again), Is. 3d.
And so on.
AS 1 glanced my eye down this pa
per, my anger oozed away, and great
feeling Of pity came over me, not only
at the name Of Anthony-the name l
had heard spoken in the bowling green
last night-but also to see the mon
strous item of EFT odd spent on the
dice. Twas such a boy, too, after all,
that was angry with, that had spent
fourpence to see the rhinoceros at
fair, and rode on the underground
with "Marjory," no doubt, as twas
for her, no doubt, the silver buttons
were bought. So that, with quick for
giveness, hurried after him, and laid
D hand on his shoulder.
he stood by the entrance. counting
up his money, and drew himself up
very stiff.
81 think, sir, this paper is yours"
"I thank you," he answered, taking
it. and cycling me. "Is there anything,
besides, you wished to say?"
GA great deal, maybe, if your name
be Anthony"
master Anthony Killigrew is my
name, sir; now serving under Lord
Bernard Stewart in His Majesty's
troop of guards"
"And mine is Jack Marvel said l.
k"Of the Yorkshire Marvels"
"Why, yes; though but a shoot of
that good stock, ransplanted to Cum
berland, and there sadly withered."
"'Tis no matter, sir" said he polite
ly; II shall be proud to cross swords
with you"
"Why, bless your heartp' cried out,
full Of laughter at this childish pune
tilio; "d'ye think I came to fight you?"
''If not, sir"-and he grew colder
than ever-"you are going a deuced
roundabout way to avoid it,"
sNUpon this, finding no other way out
of it, I began my tale at once; but
hardly had come to the meeting of the
two men on the bowling-green, when
he interrupts me politely:
II think, Master Marvel, as yours is
like to be a story Of some moment. I
will send this fellow back to my lodg-
ings. He's long-eared dog that am
saving from the gallows for so long as
my conscience allows me. The shower
Is done, see; so if you know Of a re-
tir'd spot, we will talk there more at
bur leisure"
He dismissed his lackey, and strolpd
off with pe to the Trinity Grove,
where, walking up and down, I told
him all had heard and seen the night
before.
!"And now," said T, "can you tell me
If you have any such enemy as this
white e-hair'd man, with the limping
gait"
He had come to halt, sucking in
his lips and seeming to reflect.
II know one man." he began; "but
no-'tis impossible"
AS I stood, waiting to hear more, he
clapp'd his hand in mine, very quick
and friendly. Jack" he cried-"I'll
call thee Jack-'twas an honest good
turn thou hadst in thy heart to do me,
and I a surly rogue to think Of fighting
Il that could make mincemeat OF
thee"
II can fence bit" answered I.
Nov, say no more, Jack; I love
thee"
"I think" said I, "you had better be
considering what to do"
He laugh'd outright this time; and
resting with his legs cross'd, against
the trunk of an elm, twirrd an end of
his long lovelocks, and looked at me
comically. Said he: "Tell me, Jack, is
there aught in me that offends thee?'
"Why. no." l answered. II think