The Miller sun. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 190?-19??, 1905-01-18

larged to point the moral for us. But
even a rhetoric lecture must have an
end, and so. tossing my gown to the por-
ter, l set off at last for Magdalen Bridge,
where the new barricado was building.
The day was dull and low'ring, though
my wits were too busy to heed the sky;
but scarcely was l past the small gate in
the city wall when a brisk shower Of
hail and sleet drove me to shelter In The
Pig Market before the Divinity School.
IT'S an ample vaulted passage, and here
l found a great company of people al
ready driven by the same cause, among
them a fellow impudently putting a speci-
fc against the cholera. which already had
begun to invade us. l was standing be-
fore this jackanapes, when l heard a
stir in the crowd behind me and another
calling: Who'll buy? Who'll buyT'
Turning, | saw a young man, very gay
ly dressed, moving quickly about at the
far end of the Pig Market, and behind
him an old lackey, bent double with the
weight of two great baskets piled with
books, clothes and gewgaws of all kinds,
and twas the young gentleman that
hawked his wares himself.
what dye lack?' he kept shouting,
and would stop to unfold his merchan-
disc, holding up now q book, now a silk
doublet, and running over their merits
like any huckster-but with the merriest
conceit in the world.
And yet twas not this that sent my
heart flying into my mouth at the sight
Of him. For by his curls and womanish
face, nc less than the amber cloak with
the black bars, l knew him at once for
the same | had seen yesterday among the
dicers.
AS l stood there. drawn this way end
that by many reflections, he worked his
way through the press, selling here and
there a trife from his baskets, and at
length came to a halt in front of me.
"Ha!" he cried, pulling off his plumed
hat and bowling 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, and the price a poor two shillings.
Now, all this while l was considering
what to do. SO, as l put my hand in my
pocket and drew out the shillings, l said
very slowly, looking him ia the eyes (but
softly, so that the lackey might not
hear:
~ lluS gOu ltbu YOUR SA DcilStS III
the dice; and my shillings, 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, and an
swered me, red as a turkey cock:
Shalt be a parson, yet, Master SchOl-
ar: but art in a hurry. it seems"
Now | had ever a quick temper, and
as he turned on his heel, was like to have
replied and raised a brawl. My own
meddling tongue had brought the rebuff
upon me; but yet my heart was hot as
he walked away.
l was standing there and looking after
him, turning over in my hand the Life
OF Saint George" when my fingers were
aware of a slip of paper between the
pages, as follows:
Mr.. Anthony Killigrew, his acct for
Oct. 18th, MDCXLII.-For herrings, I'd:
for coffee, I'D; for scowring my coat, Cd;
at bowls. IS 10d; for pleading me, Is Cd;
for We Kings speech, Sd; for seeing We
Rhinoceros, I'D; at We underground,
sgd; for a pair of silver buttons, IS Cd;
for apples, 2Kd; at We dice, FIT 5s."
AS l glanced my eye down this paper,
my anger oozed away, and a great feel
ing Of pity came over me, not only at
the name Of Anthony, but also to see the
item of Ell odd spent on the
dice. Twas such a boy, too, after all,
that l was angry with, that had spent
fourpence to see the rhinoceros at a
fair, and rode on the underground. So
that, with quick forgiveness, l hurried
after him, and laid a hand on his shout
Ion II c+1NI 49, H. -..A.
up his money, and drew himself up very
stiff.
81 think, sir" l said, 'this paper is
Il thank you," he answered, taking it,
and eying me. "Is there anything be-
you wished to say?"
"A great deal, maybe, if your name
be Anthony"
Master Anthony Killigrew is my
name, sir; now serving under Lord Ber-
Stewart in His Majesty's troop of
guards"
"And mine is Jack Marvel" said L.
"Of the Yorkshire Marvels?"
"Why, yes; though but a shoot of that
good stock, transplanted to Cumberland,
and there sadly withered.'
"'1is no matter, sir" said he politely;
II shall be proud to cross swords with
"Why, bless your hearty l cried out,
full of laughter at this childish pune
tilio; 'd'ye think / came to fight your
IF not, sir'-and he grew colder thar
ever-"you are going a very roundabout
way to avoid it."
Upon this, finding no other way out
Of it, / began my tale at once; but hard
ly had come to the meeting of the two
men on the bowling green, when he in
me politely
81 think, Master Marvel, as yours is
like to be a story Of some moment, l
will send this fellow back to my lodg-
He's a long-ear'd dog that l am