Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1904-10-18

I%s and she at me. We had with
SSe7 drawn to the deepness Of n
(SsSGJ window, while the black
slaves moved in and out. bearing the
| breakfast dishes. as reasonably un-
needed by us as the cupbearers in Il
| picture Of Il Roman banquet in the
time Of the Caesars which saw once.
Mistress Mary was pale with diSnay.
and yet her mouth twitched with
| laughter at the notion Of displaying
before the Mortified eyes Of Madam
Cavendish. those grim adornments
which had arrived in the Golden
Horn.
La" said she. 'when they come
a-trundling in a powder cask. and |
| courtesy and say, Madam. here Is my
furbelowed and gold lowered sacque.
wonder what will come to pass?'
Then she laughed.
Madam" said l. "why did you give
that list!" She laughed again, and
her eyes flashed with the very light Of
mischief.
81 grant twas fib," said she. But
! was taken unawares. and, In, how
could recite TO her the true list of my
rare fincry which came to port yester-
day? So | gave the list Of goods for
which my Lady Culpeper sent to Eng
land for the replenishing of her ward
| robe and her daughters, and which Is
daily expected by ship. had it from
Cicely Hyde. who had 1t from Cate
Cupeper. The ship is due now and
may be even now in port. and So
worded what | said that twas not.
after all, fib except the hearer chose
| to make 1t so. | said. Such goods as
these are due. madam.
Then she gave the list anew, like Il
parrot. while Catherine. who had re-
turned stood staring at her, white with
terror, though Mary did not see her un-
| iii she had finished Then when she
turned and caught her keenly anxious
syes she started. You here, Gather
ine?" said she. Then. knowing not how
| to cover her confusion like a child de
nying It's raid on the jam pots while
| its lips and fingers are still sticky with
| the stolen sweet
What think you Of my list. sweet
hearth" cried she mcrrily. a pair of
the silk stockings and two Of the
| breustknots and a mask and lowered
apron shall you have" Then out of
the room she whisked abruptly. laugh
ing from excess OF nervous CONFUSION
and not being able to keep up the farce
longer.
Then Catherine turned to me. "She
has undone herself, for Madam Caven-
dish will see those goods when the
Golden Horn comes in or ferret the
mystery to its farthest hole of hiding.
said she. Then she wrung her hands
and cried out sharply. Harry Wing
field, what is to be donc:'
Madam Cavendish would surely
never betray her own flesh ana blood
said l, though doubtfully. when | re-
ueCleu upon uei haiuh'SS w N"'''N'' '"N
herself, for Madam Judith Cavendisb
was not one for whom love could
change the color of the clear light OF
| Justice. and she would see forever her
own as they were.
There is to her no such word as be
tray except in the service of the king,
said Catherine Then she added in a
whisper. N"Know you the story of her
youngest son. my uncle, Ralph Cavcn-
dish. who went over TO Cromwell!'
nodded. knew it well and had
heard it from lad how Ralph Caven-
dish's own mother had turned him
from the door one night with the kings
| troops in the neighbOrhood. though II
was afterward argued that she did not
know of that, and he had been taken
| before morning and afterward eXecut-
ed. and she had never said word
nor shed tear that any one saw.
when the Golden Horn comes In she
will demand to see the goods Gather
Inc repeated.
"Then-the Golden Horn must not
come in," said |.
Catherine looked at me with that
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