Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1908-02-22

miles round ln the time OF Whlrh
write hat li was made by the no
mans. II runs north and south alon.
the narrow spine Og the country Whicl
is spread uu on either sid, like
map or picture As you fare south
ward YOU -eo on your right hand tn,
green orchards nd pastures Of Wor.
CeEteTsHirc stretching as far as he
Malvern hills. You have In front u
you Eredou hin. which Is wonder
ful hiIi for ~ man goes down th'
Avon by boa. it goes with him, nov
before and now behind q whole days
journey 3ui Then stands in the sam,
place And on the left hand YOU have
the great forest of Arden and not mucl
besides, except oak trees, which grow
well Ia Wa wicEshire
/ describe his road firstly, bccaus,
Il Us a notable Que ana 40 years age
WAS TIE only Queens highway TO cal
"a highway I'm thaJ country. Th'
rest were mere horse tracks
Secondly. because the chase wal
OF Cotton End runs along the sid,
Of it for two good miles and tht
Cluddes ! ann Francis Cludde have
lived, an Cotton End by the RidgewaN
time uut ~ mind, probably the
name snacks OF the before the
Romans made the road And, thirdly
because 40 years ago on drizzlinI
y y
Mary OLD religion just re-cstablisheC
IA number OF people were collected OF
this road. forming a group Of a sgOr,
on more. who stood IN an ordered kline
OF disorder about my uncle's gates anC
looked AN one way as if expecting al
arrival, and an arrival Of consequence
First There was my uncle Sir An-
thonN. ram and lean He wore his best
velvet doBblet ana cloak and had put
them ON with au air of huge import
auce This increased each time he
turned staff ~ hand and surveyed his
following. and as regularly gave place
10 "PehHWl' OF NeNltipu and uetu-
iant glance when his cyc rested on
n" CLOSE beside him, looking import
ant TOO buy ANXIOUS ana little fright
,n"n as SCH, stood good Father Carey
Tho priest wore his SIX cassork and
his bps moved from time Jo time with
uut sound. as though he were trying
over Latin Grafton. which indeed was
the fact Al more rCspeDtfuI dis-
lahre We're ranged Baldwin Moor. the
stewart and dozen servants. While
stii. farther away lounged as many rag
mGihnS-llndlcss meu who sWarmed
about every geutlcmJu's door ia those
times ana took toll oC such abbey lands
as the king might have given him
Against one Of the stone gate pillars
leaned myself, 19 years and six
months old, ana none too wise. though
Wei grown and as strong az one here
and there. And perchcd on the ton of
the twin post, with his chin on his
knees and his hands clasped about
tncm was Martin Luther, the fool.
Martin had chosen this elevated posi-
ton partly our OF Curiosijy ana part
~ perhaps under a strong sense OF
duty He knew that, whether he would
on no, he must needs look funny ur
there. His nose was red and his ewes
were running and his teeth chatter
ing, and he did look funny. But
as ne felt the cold most his patience
failed first. The steady. silent drizzle
the mist creeping about the stems OF
the oak trees, the leadeu sky, proved
TOO much for him in the end "a
watched pot never boils." he grumbled
Silence, sirrah!" commanded my
uncle angrily This is no time fo,
your fooling. Have care how Won
tax In the same breath of pots and
my lord bishop"
"Sanctae eccIesiae," Father care,
broke out turning up his eyes in = KIND
OF ecstasy. as though ne were knee
TO knet with the prelate--"te defen-
sorem inclytum atque ardentcm"-
Pottum.' cried /, laughing LOUDLY
al my own wit.
II was an i'll hammered word buf
was cold and peeyish I had haen
forced to this function against my
VIII L had never seen the guest whom
we were expecting. and who was no
other than the queens chancellor
stephan Gardiner but / disliked him
as II ! had In truth. he was related
20 VS. in a peculiar fashion. which my
uncle and l naturally looked at from
different standpoints
Sir Anthony viewed with compla
ceAce, N not with pride, any connection
with the powerful bishop of Winches-
ter, for the knight knew the world and
could appreciate the value il sets ON
success and the blind eyes it has for
spotS II lhey do but speckle the ris-
lnS sun. ! could make no such allow
ance, but, with the pride of youth and
family. at once despised the great hisb
on Tor his base blood and blushed that
the same lay on our side. | hated this
parade OF doing honor to him and
would faln have hidden at home with
Petronilia, my cousin, Sir Anthonv's
daughter, and awaited our guest there
Inc knight, however, had not permitted
this and | had been forced out. he
ing in the worst of humors.
50 l said "Pottum." and laughed
Silence. boyl' cried Sir Antbonv
fiercely. He loved an orderly process.
sion and TO arrange things decently.
Sllence! he repeated, darling an
angry glance first IT me and then al his
followers, or / win warm that tacket
or yours, lad! And you. Martin Luther.
see TO your tongue for the next "a
houfs ana Keep Il off my lord bishop.
ready"
For here Sir Hot Pot cometh,"
cried the undaunted Martin, skipping
nimbly down from his post of vantar-e
''a.d dozen OF London sauccpans
with him. or may / never lick the in
siGe Of one again"
a jest on the sauciness of London
serving men was sure to tell with the
crowd, and there was a great laugh
at this, especially among the ladless
men. who We're on the skirts of the
party and well sheltered from Sir An
thongs eye. He glared about him.
provoked 20 End az this critical moment
smiles where there should have been
looks OF Difference, and "a ring round
fool where he had marshaled
q procession. IuluCkiiy he chose
TO visit his displeasure upon me.
You won't behave won't YOU.
you puppy" he cried You won't won't
YOU and stepping forward he aimed
blow at my shoulders which
would have made me rub myself II il
had reached me. But ! was too quick.
1 stepped Dack, the SUCK swung idly,
and the crowd laughed.
And there the matter would have
ended, for the bishops party were now
close upon rs, had not my foot slipped
on the wet grass and 1 fallen backward.
Seeing me thus az his mercy, the temp
tation proved too much for the knight
lie forgot his love OF seemliness and
even that his visitors were at bis elbow.
and stopping a moment 20 plant home
a couple of shrcWd cuts cried Take
that Take that. my ladi" In a voice
that rang rs criSply as his thwaCks.
was up IN an instant. Not that the
pain was anything, and before our own
people / should have thought as little
OF shame, for If the old may not lay
hand 10 the young, being related, where
is 10 be any obedience? Now. however,
my nrst glance met the grinnng faces
cf strange lackeys and while my shoul-
ders still smarted the laughter of a
couple OF soberly clad pages stung a
hundred times more sharply. ] glared
furiously round, and my eyes fell on
one face--a face long remembered. IL
was that of man who neither smiled
nor laughed. man whom | recognized
Immediately not by his sleek hackney
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