Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1905-07-13

Madam, said as low as might
be, do you remember the dayYs
And wherefore should notg asked
she, with a toss of her gold locks and
a pout of her red lips which was child
ishness and willfulness itself; but there
went along with it a glance of her eyes
which puzzled me, for suddenly a
sterner and older spirit of resolve seem
ed to look out of them into mine.
Think you am in my dotage, Master
Wingfield, that | remember not the
day?'' she said land think you that
am going deaf that / hear not the
church bells?'
s'If we miss the service for the un-
! lading of the goods, and it be discover
ed, it may so amiss with u.s. said l.
Are you then afraid, Master Wing
field?'' asked she, with a glance of
scorn and blush of shame at her
own words, for she knew that they
were false
| felt the blood rush to my face, and
reined back my horse and said no
more
Il pray you have the goods that you
know of unladen at once Captain Ia
bor,7 said she, and she made a motion
that would have been d stamp had she
stood
Calvin Tabor laughed and cast
glance of merry malice at me and bow
ed low as he replied:
1.-THE goods shall be unla len within
the hour Mistress" said he "and if
you and the gentleman would rather
not tarry to see them for fear of dis
covery"
1--WE shall remain said Mistress
Mary. Il pray you order the goods I'M
laden at once, Captain Tabor" Then
the captain laughed again in his dare
devil fashion as he turned to the sailors
and shouted out the order, and straight
way the sailors so swarmed hither and
thither upon the deck that they seem
ed five times as many as before, and
then we heard the matches flung back
with claps like guns.
We sat there and waited, and the bell
over in jamestown rang and the long
notes died away with sweet echoes as
if from distant heights.
I waited and listened while the sail
ors unloaded the goods with many a
shout and repeated loud commands
from the captain, and Mistress Mary
kept her eyes turned away from my
face and watched persistently the I'M
lading and had seemingly no more
thought of me than of one of the
swamp trees for some time. Then all
at once she turned toward me- though
still her eyes evaded mine
'sWhy do you not go to church, Mas
ter Wingfield?" she said in sweet,
sharp voice.
II go when you go, madam" said I.
'.You have no need to wait for me-"
said she. II prefer that you should
not wait for me-"
made no reply but refined in my
horse. which was somewhat FESTIVE.
with his head in cloud of early flies.
do you not hear me. Master Wing
fieid?" said she. Why do you not
proceed to church and leave me to
follow when am ready?"
She had never spoken to me in such
manner before, and she dared not look
at me as she spoke.
Il go when you go. madam said
again
Then suddenly, with an impulse half
of mischief and half of anger, she
lashed out with her riding whip at
my FESTIVE horse, and he sprang, and 1
had much ado to keep him from bolt
ing. He danced to all the trees and
bushes, and she had to pull Merry
Roger sharply to one side, but finally
got the mastery of him and rode close
to her again.
Madam" said l, Il forbid you to do
that again" and as l spoke / saw her
little fingers witch on her whip, but
she dared not raise it. She laughed as
a child will who knows she is at fault
and is scared by her consciousness of
guilt and would conceal it by bravo
do of merriment. Then she said in the
sweetest, wheedling tone that / had
ever heard from her, and l had known
her from childhood:
"But, Master Wingfeld, it's broad
daylight and there are no Indians here
Harry's horse resents
Mary's lash