Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-07-30
A Prince of Highwayrrlerl
By KATHARINE TYNAN
Copyright. by Joseph B. Bowles.>

father rather than of my gentle moth CT. If my father had lived things had been better with me, for remember his great jolly laughter when I had behaved i'll, or so my mother thought, yet out of mere childish roguery and daring rather than with evil intent.
 He was not many months dead when my brother Aymer was born.
 People used to wonder that we could be sprung of one stock-I so dark, he SO fair; so rude and wild in my ways, he all gentleness.
 I was ever lusty, and as the years passed I grew strong as young colt, and unmanageable as one yet un- bitted.
 He, on the other hand. kept his fair delicacy of look, and was somewhat frail of health, which made another reason for my mothers loving him. since she blamed herself that excessive grief for my father had weakened the unborn child.
 was lonely till my cousin Joan came. Her mother, Dame Winchester, was my mothers sister, and now both were widowed. Therefore they thought we'll of housing their grief under one roof. @
 But these are childish things, and let me on to the time of the great war.
 My mother was dead before those evil days befell, or else she had died of them, perhaps, as many a loyal lady did And even at the last, dear soul, she left a barbed wound in my heart, for, said she to me. in those last pre- cious hours while we yet kept her: Roger, my son, do you love your cou- sin Joan"
 T know not, dearest" said I, and reddened, even at that moment, for I was callow, rough lad, and would have been ashamed to think upon love.
 She laid her thin hand on mine, and l thought she would have kissed me, for we had drawn closer during her illness, but what she said was:
 Listen, Roger. If Aymer loves her, too. as fear he does. let Aymer wed her. You will forget. You will go out in the world among other men and will see other ladies to love. You are strong and valiant, my son; he is gen. tie and delicate. Let him have his love-"
 I did not discreditably, and for my part in certain exploits came to be known as Mad Mainwaring."
 But, alack! those glories were we'll over, and here was I, a ragged cavalier, with but my horse, my sword and my little dog. And ere joined some gay friends of mine, who were making war in another fashion, a great hunger came upon me to look upon the home of my childhood, to see that which I had renounced, and visit once again my mothers grave. hF
 turned my face westward, there fore. and rode night and day, till the watery sunset of a spring evening showed me Kings Beeches, with its turrets and chimneys black against the sky.
 The window was open and some one was singing. ripe voice, which was slow to recognize as that of my tro- ther Aymer
 With the song went the thin music of spinet. hoisted myself. by my hands on the window sill; yet, ere had looked within, l knew what I should see.
 My brother, dressed soberly. yet with richness, leant by the spinet which my cousin Joan was playing.
 Several years had gone, and some thing almost matronly had come upon my cousins beauty. something so noble and so tender that 1 must swear .or- ever no woman's beauty were perfect lacking that. The waves of her chest nut hair were rolled away from the pure outline of her face. I could see her little ears and the full, milky throat below the golden head.
 For an instant feasted on her beau ty. Then my eyes wandered 10 my brother. He locked less slight than of old. but his Apollo grace and fairness. which used to thinx unbecoming a man. had not deserted him.
 The whole scene was SO peaceful, so full of home. that it made his heart ache who had doomed himself to be homeless. And then a thought came to me that sent the blood surging to my head Why. it was a home scene 1 looked upon. and this pair. with their happy quietude, were no lovers except welded ones,
 had willed 1t so. or the dead had willed ii for me: yet I turned to the night with an oath on my lips and despair in my heart, for never until then. I think. had I realized my. ,oye for my cousin. And so. swearing would no; come again. fest worse be- fall. I strodc of to the dell in the wood. where my Saladin paved the ground, and neighed the way had taken.
 We. gentlemen of the road. drop out of the world we once knew. as much as if we were dead.
 Two years did Tom Selby. Dick La- vader and myself lead the highway mans fife. and if said f had not things to recommend 1t I should err.
 There cane a night I rode alone. as fate would have t. and was scarce thinking of business. but leant by a vsyside gallOws in the shadow of a wood and unused as vas my won't on the wherefore men were born into the roria r-iv so laaVa if vr-ffb ro- a t-oua