The White Pine news. [volume] (Ely, Nev.) 1906-1910, 1907-04-18
A Story of CromweII's
Time

CdHe W get your receipt IOf laN6nuP.'
conseryes. and this is nothing to it,
Come. let us go to the stillroom"
She spoke with an unconscious air of
authority, and Jane as uneonseiously
obeyed it, but there was a GOODNESS in
her manner which did not disappear
until the royalist lady had talked with
her for half an hour about the spices
and the distilled waters.
When the electuary had been pre-.
pared, the girls became silent. They
We're as remarkably contrasted as
were the tenets, religious and civil.
for which they stood. But II mere
physical ascendency could have domi
mated Jane SWaifham. she was in its
presence. Yet ii was not Matilda but
Jane. who filled the cool sweet place
with a sense of power not to be dis
puted Her pale hair was full of light
and life: it seemed to shine In its
waving order and crown-like coil. Her
eyes had a steady glow in their depths
that was invincibe; her slight form
was proudly poised; her whole man
ner resolute and a little cold. as OF
ore who was putting down an offense
only halfforgiyen.
Matilda was conscious of James
influence, and she called all her own
charms forth to rival it, Putting out
of account her beautiful face and
stately figure as not likely TO affect
Jane, she assumed the manner she
had never known to fail-a manner
half.serious and wholly affectionate
and confidential. She knew that
SwaHham was always q safe subject,
and that n conversation set to that
key went directly to James heart. So
turning slowly round to observe ey
erything. she said.
How cool and sweet is this place,
Janet"
1T is, Matilda often think that
one might receive angels among these
pure scents.
"Oh, | vow ii is the rosemary Let
me put my hands through it" and she
hastily pulled off her white embroid
cred gloves. and passed her hands.
shining with gems, through the delici-
oGsly fragrant green leaves.
Il have passion for rosemary,
she continued. 1T always perfigures
good fortune to me. Sometimes ii
wake in the night | smell i'll smell
miles OF it--and then | know my angel
has been to see me. and that some
good thing will tread in her footsteps"
Then she said with an attempt at
Indifference. When did you hear from
Cymlin? And pray in what place
must | remember him now"
Il know not particularly. Wherever
the Captain-General is. there Cymlin
Swamham is like to be-
why do You not ask after Stephens
fortune-good or bad?"
81 did not at the moment think OF
stephen. When Cromwell is In the
mind It's impossible to find him fit
company. 1t is he, and he only"
yet if ever Stephen do Wick gets
n glimpse of home. it is not home to
him until he has been at Swaffham.
Jane made no answer and they
walked silently to the door where Ma
tilda's carriage was waiting. Mrs.
Swalfham joined them as Matilda was
about to leave, and the girl said, Il
had come near to forgetting some.
thing | wished to tell you. One of
those men called Quakers was preach
ing his new religion at Squire Oliver
Leder's last night. There was much
disputing about him today"
What said Lady Heneage of the
preacher?" asked Mrs. Swaffham.
she thought he ought to be put in
the stocks; and her sister Isabel said
that he was a good man. and had the
root OF the after in l. m. | heard
that he was 10 preach again at Deep
ing Den. Now, | must make what
haste | can; my father will be angry
at my delay. Goodbye! faithful till
we meet again.
"She says faithful yet knows not
how to be faithful" -
"She is much CHANGED"
III. would be strange indeedeif she
was Mot changed Before these trou-
bles she was girl living at her
m&her's knee, petted by l1nA father,
anu the idol of her brotherd wo of
hef brothers fell fighting bl%khe side
of Prince Rupert, her mot wept
herself into the grace for g. her
father is still nursing the hnd he
got at Naseby. and her onlys'brother.
Stephen. is ii Charles Stuart. wher
ever lie may be. II such troubles did
ret Charge a girl, she would be heWn
from TIE very rock of selishness.
On har way home Matilda sat erect
lcSt ia thought and her eyes mad
loci, in them full Of anxiety and sor
roW The SADNESS of an immense dis
Illusion was over her. Her lie ha
cr.c 10 ruin, hut she trusted that
some miracle would restore It, All
! er old frie' is had departed The
crave had some others had taken diff
ferent ways, or battle and exile had
scattered them By the side of her
sick father she stood alone Oppressed
by such considerations. she felt like
q child that suddenly realizes it has
Lost lis way and is left alone in a
Wilderness
Nothing in her surroundings offered
he" any help The road was nat and
drealy; a wide level intersected with
deep drains and "droves"-a poor.
rough moist land, whose horizon was
3nly broken by the towers of Ely, vast
ana gray in the distance Large iron
gates admitted her to de Wick park.
The house was a quadrangular build
ing of various dates, and gray walls