The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1908-01-15
.By BARONESS EMMUsKA ORGY.
CHAPTER xI-continued.

CHAPTER xI-Conttnued.
Child! Child" admonished the
Duchess, still trying to look severe,
80. and your cheeks are all ablaze!
What is 1t now"
What is 1t. swee, Grace responded
the young girl. IA poem! LISTEN
spread it out upon her knee. and be-
gan reading solemnly:
III all the world were sought so fare
Who could find such wight?
Her beauty twinkieth like Stare
! Within the frosty night.
Her rose-all color comes and goes
/ With such comc,y grace.
More ruddier TOO than doth the rose,
Within her lovely face"
And beneath this sonnet" she con-
tinued. "a drawing.-see:-a heart
pierced by dagger. His heart :.
starre!'
Who could resist the Joy and glad
ness, the freshness. the youth, the girl
lishncss which cmanated from Ursulas
entire personality? The two other
1 girls pressed closely round her gig
| Cling like school children at sight of
/ the rough. sentimental device TO tho
/ love poen
The Duchess yainly rndeavored to
keep UP semblance OF starnness. but
Fshe could not meet those laughing eyes.
now dark, now blue, now an ever
changing grey, alive with irrepressible
mischief. yet full or loving tenderness.
She felt that her wrath would soon
! melt In the sunshine OF that girlish
| smile.
j Lady Ursula. this is most unseen
~" she said as coldly as she could:
how you came you by this poem?'
Ursula threw her arms around the
feebIy-resisting old dame,
| "Hushw she whispered, 'in your dear
Il Old earSi [ found IL sweet Duchess
49,. beside my stockings X. when /
cane me out q; q my bath"
Now, Duchess. ~. dear. sweet.
I darling. beautiful Duchess. tell me who.
think you, wrote this poem. and who
IstockingsY
/ The Duchess was almost speechless.
A chiefly because a sweet, fresh face was
pressed closely to her old cheek.
Twas not the Earl OF Norfolk, 2
/ continued Ursula meditatively. She
4 seemed quite unconscious of the enor-
unity Of her offence. and sought the
4 eyes OF her young friends In confir-
i nation OF these various surmises. HE
j cannot write verses. Nor could 1t be
my Lord OF Overclyffe, for he would
not know where to find my stockings
] Her Grace; think you these great
gentlemen would write verses to a
i emit OF girl ike you!
But her kind eyes. resting with OBJ
4 Yious pride on the dainty figure beside
i her. belied the severity OF her words.
Yes" replied Ursula decsively, bad
ones not such beautiful verses
4 Then she went on with her corjec-
lures:
And there's my Lord of Evering-
han, and the Marquis of Taunton
III, Ills Grace Of wessex;" suggested
: Alicia archly. despite the Duchess
Alas! no." sighed Ursula. "tor he
: has never been allowed to sec me-"
feeble protests from the old dowager
But the young girl was wholly un-
might" she said. H.
| The others exchanged signlncant
!. elances
> ''Yes!-what have said? Why dc
! yon all look like that
T aRe s,:a, Your conduct, child, i
a isu oSn s2e The the Pna 81,
Now .ne m HOW ei she ycooxed don,
I be angry. darllng There 800. look"
( she added, with mock horror. your coll
. Is all awrv.'
delicate lace cap over Her Grace's white
+ curls.
again and your nice, fat checks
have the sweetest OF adimples. Nay, !
vow. all these young gallants only sigt
with love for me because yo, frowf
4 on them so!''
.w i /; = 4, madcap" sighed the Ouch
"Yom won't be angry with me?'
5auer'ed the girl earnestly. ,
Nay: that depends on what mat
4 fsh! .'.,. sh! I. sh. n !. IT'S
deadly secret Barbara, Alicia. come I
little closer!" KS d
She paused a moment whilst all tire.
I' 'TSen | Ursula rrSi.s' said solemnly:
''rb q Queen Is m love with my futur'
hushand!''
The Duchess OF. lincoln nearly fel
backwards. In a faint.
Jrs,'a W. rs e ga gnsp a. sscro,. con
tinued Ursula cute unperturbed, TO
that Is town talk, and every one a
court knows that SHE wort et{. .s
see me for fenr he should fall in low
with me, And my Lord cardinal. !
| e|sfurious. because he wants the 9uee
to marry Philip OF Spain. and he !
! wishing His Grace Of SVessex low
thee ,where all naughty cardinals so.
Child! child 'afs.
] \ .:1nt tia days are slipnin9 by , = y;