Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1905-08-10


/ jewels for more reasons than one; not
only should have lost the dear de-
light of having served Mary Caven-
dish, but had memory Of wrong
which would not suffer me to touch
those rings nor to allow that innocent
/ maid to be benefited By them since
cannot say what dark suspicious seized
me when looked at them
My God,v she said, was ever such
web Of falsehood as this? Here must
hear my sisters blessings upon me
for what have DONE and knowing
ali the time that twas you, and yet
she must not know. Then again that
fame Of red overspread her face and
neck to the meet Of her muslin ker-
chief, and knew not why.
Madam, said, zone deception
l spoke with something of double
meaning, but she only cried out, with
apparently no understanding Of it, that
things had come to a cruel pass, and
back to the house she went, and /
presently followed her to get my gun,
having mind to shoot a few wild
fowl, since my pupil was at her wheel
| And there the two sat, keeping up
that gentle drone of industry which
have come to think Of as note Of
womanhood, like the hum Of bee or
the purr of cat or the call of bird.
| They sat erect, tile delicate napes Of
their necks showing above their mus-
! lin kerchiefs under their high twists
of hair, for even Mary had her golden
curls caught up that morning on &c.
count Of the fax lint, and from their
/ fair, attentive faces nobody would have
gathered what stress of mind both
We're in OF a surety there must be d
| quieting and calming power ID some or
the feminine industries which be q
boon to the soul.
| But as / passed through the hall up
looked Mary, and her beautiful face
flashed out of peace into 4 sunlight Of
love and enthusiasm.
oh she cried ont, ~oh, was there
| ever any one like my sweetheart Cath
crime? TO think what she hath done
for me-to think, to Think And she,
| dear heart, loving the king. But bet
ter she loves her little sister and viii
stand by her In her disloyalty for the
love of her Was there ever any one
like her, Master Wingieldg1
know not what I said. Truly not
much, for the mockery of it all was
past my power of dealing with and
keeping my respect of self.
| got my fowling piece from the peg
| on the wall and was forth and rang
| ing the wooded shores, with my eyes
intent on the whirring fight Of the
birds and my mind on that problem OF
| the times which always hath and
/ doth and always win encounter q
man who lives with any understand
| ing Of what is about him. but not al
ways as sorely as in my case. who
| faced, as it were, an army Of diff
culties, bound hand and foot. But after
awhile the sport. in which was fairly
/ skilled. and that sense Of power which
/ eometh to one from the proving Of bis
superiority over the life and death OF
some weaker creation, and the salt air
| in my nostrils, gave me, as 1t were. a
/ glimpse of farther horizon than the
present one of Virginia in 1852 and
mine own little place in it. Then verify
| / could seem to see and scent like some
/ keen hound smoothness which should
| later come from the tangled web of
circumstances and greatness which
should encompass mine own smallness
of perplexity.
VTHor. xx-fa.,<7 s7,<r xr~o hafsf<
to Drake Hill, with my gun over shout
der and some fine birds in hand, met
Sir Humphrey Hyde.
We were near Laurel Greek, and the
great house stood still and white in the
sunlight, and there was no life around
it except for the distant crawl of toll
over the green of the broad tobacco
fields and the great hum Of the bees
in the Towering honey locusts. Sir
Humphrey was coming from the direc-
ton of the house. riding slowly stoop-
| ing in the saddle as if with thought.
and guessed that he had been to see
to the safety of contraband goods
| When he saw me he halted and shouted
In his hearty, boyish way HallOo, hal
| loo. Harry. and what luck?" as II all
there was of moment in the whole
world, and Virginia in particular. was
the shooting of birds on May morn
ing. .Harry, Harry" he said In
whisper, though there was no life near
er than the bees and they no bearers
Of secrets. except those of the flowers.
Il pray thee, come back to the hall
with me and let us consult together.
/ followed him back to the house,
and he sprang from his saddle. had q
shutter unhasped in twinkling, know
ing evidently the secret Of it, and we
We're inside standing among the litter
Of casks and cases in the great silent
desertion of the hall Of Laurel Greek.
Then he grasped me hard by both
hands and cried out: Harry, Harry
Wingfeld. come to thee I must, for,
convict though thou be, thou art a man
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