The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1904-11-18

only broken Dy the towers OF Ely, vast
and gray in the distance. Large iron
gates admitted her to de Wick park.
The house was a quadrangular build
ing Of various dates, and gray walls
rising from trim gardens with box
edged flower plots and clipped yew
hedges. An old-world sleepy air. lone
ly and apart and full of melancholy,
pervaded the place. T..
The door stood open, and she passed
without delay into the wide entrance
hall, and went leisurely up the broad
stairway. Her hat, with it's moist
dropping feathers, was in her hand;
her hair hung Imply about her brow
and face; she was the very picture OF
a beauty that had suffered the touch
of adverse nature, and the depression
OF unsympathetic humanity.
But the moment she entered her
own room she had the sense of covert
and refreshment. She put of her
sense of alienation and unhappiness
with her damp clothing, and as the
comfort of renewal came to her out
wardly, the inner oma also re-
gained her authority; and the girl
conscious of this potent personality.
erected herself in it's strength and in
dividuality. She surveyed her fresh
ly clad form in its gown Of blue lutte
string; she turned right and left to ad-
mire a fresh arrangement of her hair;
she put around her neck, without pre-
tense of secrecy or apology, the rosary
of coral and gold; and admired the
tint and simmer of it's beauty ON her
white throat. Then she asked
WAS any stranger with the Earl
at dinner, Delia?"
My lady, he dined with Father
Sacy alone
And pray what did they eat for
dinner?"
There was a sucking pig roasted
with juniper wood and rosemary
branches, and a jagged hare, and a
pullet, and some clothed e and q
raspberry tart. All very good. my
lady; will you please to eat some
thing?"
Eyes. I will have some jagged hare,
and some clotted cream, and a rasp-
berry tart-and a glass of Sapnish
wine, Della, and a pitcher OF new
milk. Have them served as con as
possible"
She took one comfortable glance at
herself, and in the pleasure of it's as
surance went downstairs. Her step
was now firm and rapid, yet she
paused a moment at the door of the
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up smiles to her face and a sort OF
cheerful bravado to her name ere
she lifted the steel hasp that admitted
her. In a moment her quick eyes tool
a survey of it's occupants. They were
only two men-Earl de Wick. and his
chaplain, Father Sacy. Both were
reading: the Earl, Sir Philip Sidney's
Arcadia; the chaplain, the evening
service in the book Of common prayer.
Neither of them noticed her entrance,
and she went straight to her fathers
side, and covering the open page with
her hand, said in a merry tone
Here is a noble dwelling in Ar
cadia, while the great Captain-General
Cromwell"
1.-The DEVIL"
rs going up and down and to and
fro in the land. seeking whom he may
devour. l have been at Ely and at
Swaffham, gathering what new 1 can.
and l assure you, sir. there is nom
to our comfort"
What have you heard? Anything
about the Scots?"
Cromwell is in Scotland. What do
you expect from that news?"
That Leslie will be his match"
Then you will be disappointed.
There is a tide in the affairs OF men,
and this tide of Cromwell and tho
Commonwealth is going to sweep all
royalty and all nobility into the deep
sea"
We'll, then, l may as we'll return to
my Arcadia and learn how to be rus
teal. We mobiles may play at Canute
if we like-but-"
at is useless, while this mans star
flames in the armament. II he con
quers the Scotch army, what more can
they offer him but the CROWN"
ITO Re Continued