The White Pine news. [volume] (Ely, Nev.) 1906-1910, 1907-04-18


~ and apart and full of melancholy,
DerYaded the place.
The door stood open, and she passed
without delay into the wide entrance
hall, and went leisurely up the broad
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
dividuality. She surveyed her fresh
ly clad form in its gown of blue Lutte
string; she turned right and left TO ad
mre fresh arrangement of her hair;
she put around her neck. without pre-
tense of secrecy or apollo y, the rosary
of coral and gold; and admired the
tint and simmer of its beauty on her
white throat Then she asked a
WAS any stranger with the Earl
at dinner. Delia?"
My lady, he dined with Father
Sacy alone"
And pray what did they eat for
dnner?"
There was a sucking pig roasted
with juniper wood and rosemary
branches, and a jagged hare. and n
pullel, and some clotted cream and n
raspberry tart, All very good. my
lady; will yon please to eat some
thing?"
yes. will have some jagged hare.
and some clotted cream. and rasp.
berry tart-and a glass of Sapnish
wine, Della. and a 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 a 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 were
only two men--lIarl de Wick, and his
chaplain. Father Sacy. Both were
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 DEVIL"
rs 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 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 will be his match"
Then you will be disappointed.
There is tide in the a.1airs of men,
and this tide of Cromwell and the
Commonwealth is going to sweep all
royalty and all nobility into t deep
sea"
We'll. then. may as well return TO
my Arcadia and learn how to be rus.
teal. We mobiles may play at Canuto
If we like-but--"
at is useless while this mans star
flames in the armament. II he con-
quers the Scotch army what more can
they offer him but the cr3wn?"
"Those unlucky Stuarts! They will
swallow up all Englands chiyalry.
Oh, for one campaign with Queen Eli
zabeth at its head! She would send
old Oliver with his Commonwealth 10
the bottomless pit and order him to
tell the devil that Elizabeth Tudor
sent him there"
What say you if, for once. we part
without Cromwell between our good
wills and our good-nights? Father,
have seen to-day a fan of ostrich
feathers; It's with Gains The packman,
who will be here in the orning. Al
so, want. some house Terry stores,
and some kbroidcry 81 S, and bal
lads, and aMSok of poems written by
one Mr.. John Milton. who keeps
school in London
Il know the man. We will have
none of his poems
But, father, may have the other
things?"
You will take no na.'-s
",Ihen a good night, ST.
Not yet i wifi. have. mx ~. for
the other things You shall sing to
me. Your lutte lies there. Come III
is early in the NOR, Ing.
Happily, tefdail}. ~ tie musical
syllables to lie ;iAl.lns J.. te, and as
she drew to close. still singing, she
passed milling cut Of the room; lea7-
ing the door open however SO that
they aeafd her voice giowirg sweetly
softer and softer. ard further and
further away. until ii LET nothing but
the delishtsome echo in tGeir hearts
"Our feet are hathed In AIay-de1.
Ard cur hea!ts are latEed In ioYe "
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CHAPTER H.