The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-12-08
M SIR wAIITR JCOTT

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 A briSht sun rose on the day when Dudley, Earl of Leicester, WITS to res ceive his royal mistress, the liofess of the Tudors, ir his lordIy castle Of Ken. Queen, rich, handsome and noble. he stood so high in the royal sun that the world confidently expected to see his Earfs ccfonet changed for the cfowns matrinaonfal of England He had co1n.s manded masques and wondrous pa- geants for the entertainment Of Eliza beth. who was approaching from War wick.
 Among the noisy throng that hiled all the highways leading to the castle rode horesnan in the garb of serv- ing man of the upper class. By his side on a palfrey rode lady young and beautiful, whose exquisite grace of form could not be concealed by her plain russet riding habit. Fatigue and anxiety showed on her face. It was evident that she Kept her saddle only by an extreme effoft of will.
 The two travellers were about to be deffied aeirnittance to the castle when . boy, dressed as devil in preparation for his part in one of the masques. as. sured the warder that they were mem bers of his own troupe. The boy had recognized in the serving man a for- n1er farrfer of the Vale of White Horse, wayland Smith. As soon as they were inside the walls he asked the man what had brought him. to Kenil- worth and who the lady was. ssBe- shrew me, Diekie Sludge," answered the man, 'fhou are so sharp and curi- ors, cen find out for myself" The lad went off vowing that 1t was q poor return.
 Wayland whispered to the first ser want he met and was shown with his charge into an apartment in Mervif's Tower. There was writing material in the room--an unusual thing in those days--and the lady hastily wrote let. ter which she gave to her attendant. saying: Good Master Waylandy whom God has sent to aid me in my need, convey this at once to the Earl of Lei- cester."
 T will find Master Tressilian first" thought Wayland Smith as he left the tower. He, belike, is the best judge of whether this letter should be de- livered.'
 Wayland was Tressilian's servant. He had been sent to obtain news of Amy, daughter of old Sir Hugh Robsart of Devonshire, who, as Tressilian be- lieved. was being kept virtual pris- oner in Cumnor Hall. near Oxford, whither she had eloped with Richard varney, Leicester's master oe the horse.
 On behalf of her father, Tressilian had presented a petition to the Queen at Greenwich regarding her. In full court Varney had acknowledged that he had eloped with Amy, and had as- serted that she was now his wife and living at Cumnor. Tressilian, Var ney said, had been brought up with Amy and was to have married her. Hence his jealousy and his accusations. WAth 4ECSD1hdh AOPAAC0 hOt1Js NRA ney retorted, and there was mention of swordB. but Elizaheth broke in: Look you sir. the first man that talks of drawing sword except for me or England I will bracelet him wrist and ankle. varney, bring your wife without fail to Kenilworth, whither we go. On your peril be it. I will look into this matter there"
 At Cumnor wayland had obtained secret speech with Amy: He found that varnsy had been before him and had told her something that had left her in distress and fear. She begged the representative of Tressilian to as- Bist her in flight. They eluded the watch fulness of wicked old Anthony Foster, who was virtually her jailer. and made for Wentworth, where she declared she could find protection.
 Wayland did not meet Tressilian. The latter entered the castle by a pos tern gate and went straight to his apartments As Amy sat there now, anxiously waiting for an answer to her letter. the door opened and Tres si1ian stood before her. Their aston ishment was mutual. When she found that she was in Tressilian's apart nents she asked that he resign them to her for a time, and she assured him that she was now near one who was bound to protect her.
 'Ah, Amy" repled Tressllian, your looks belle your words. You. need aid ana protection and you shall have it. Lean on my arm and will take you to the very presence of the Queen. She will 10 justice"
 "Eo. No" exclaimed Amy. Fran e1cally she begged him to promise that for twentyfour hours he would take no steps in her behalf. At the end of that time, If she had not received justice, he might do as he thought best.
 Sorrowfully Tressiliar quit the apartment leaving her alone. for saken. distressed. Even in her depth of trouble Amy Robsart was beautiful. Her dark bro@ hair. ner hazel eyes shaded by long Iashes and over-arched by exquisitely penciled brows, her pale but regular features as well as the dazzling white of her teeth and the cream texture of her skin would have drawn all eyes even fin the brilliant throng of beauties that graced the court of Elizabeth.
 In the outer court of the castle Tres silian encountered wayiand. who told him what had taken place and of the letter with which Amy had entrusted him. Deliver 1t at once" said Tresil- ian. Perhaps she thinks the Earl will use his influence with his vilainous dependant" he thought.
 Wayland started away to find the Earl. He had not gone far before he discovered that he had lost the letter.
 T am now in a fine scrape." thought he. T wish l were well out of this castle. will fly; that I will" As if in answer to his thoughts he was ac- costed by Michael Lambourne, a -dissi- pated servant of Varney. who demand aI AA l.g. l. A.