The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1905-03-02

only broken by the towers Of Ely, vast
and gray in the distance. Large iron
gates admitted her to de Wick park.
The house was a oc3sragguiAr build
ing Of various dat0g, a1a gray walls
rising from trim gardens with box
edged flower plots and clipped yew
hedges. An old-world sleepy air, lone
" and apart and full Of melancholy,
pervaded the place.
The door stood open, zni che passed
without delay into the wide entrance
hall, and went leisurely up the lec11oae
stairway. Her hat. with its 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 off her
sense Of alienation and unhappiness
with her damp clothing, and as the
comfort Of renewal came to her out
wardly, the inner woman also re-
gained her authority; and the girl
conscious of this potent personality,
erected herself in its strength and In
diyiduality. She surveyed her fresh
ly clad form in its gown Of blue Lutte
string; she turned right and left to ad-
mire 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 its 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 jugged hare, and a
pullet, and some clotted cream and a
raspberry tart. All very good. my
lady; viii you please to eat some
thing?"
Yes. viii have some jugged hare,
and some clotted cream, and a rasp-
berry tart--and glass Of Sapnish
wine, Della. and pitcher of new
milk. Have them served as soon as
possible"
She took one comfortable glance at
herself. and in the pleasure of its as
surance went downstairs. Her step
was now firm and rapid, yet she
paused moment at the door of the
room she wished to enter. and called
up smiles to her face and sort Of
cheerful brayado to her manner ere
she lifted the steel hasp that admitted
her. In a moment her quick eyes took
a survey Of its occupants. They we're
only two men-Earl de Wick. and his
chaplain, Father Sacy. Both we're
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"
THE devili"
as going up and down and to and
fro in the land. seeking whom he may
devour. have been at Ely and at
Swaffham. gathering what news i can,
and assure you, sir. there is none
to our comfort"
What have you heard? Anything
about the Scots?"
Cromwell is in Scotland What do
you expect from that news?"
THAT Leslie viii be his match"
"Then you win be disappointed.
There is a tide in the affairs of men,
and this tide of Cromwell and the
Commonwealth is going to sweep all
royalty and all nobility into the deep
sea-"
Well. then, may as well return to
my Arcadia and learn how to be rus
tical. We mobiles may play at Canute
If we like-but="
1T is useless, while this mans star
flames In the armament. If he con-
quers the Scotch army, what more can
they offer him but the CROWN"