The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1908-02-20
Storyof Francis C1udde
A Romance Of Queen Mary's Reign.
nv STA EV 7 NEWMAN
BY N J. WEYMAN.

that! Take that. my lad." in a voic,
that rang as crisply as his thwacks.
l was UP in an instant. Not that tn
pain was anything. and before u OWL
people [ should have thought as LITTLE
of shame. for if the old may not lay
hand to the young, being related. where
is to be any obedience? Now, however
my first glance met the griuning face:
of strange lackeys, and while my shout
ders still smarted the laughter of {
couple of soberfy clad pages stung q
hundred times more sharply. l glarec
f~uriously round. and my eyes fell or
one face-a face long remembered. II
vas that of a man who neither smiled
nor laughed. a man whom | recognized
Immediately. not by his sleek hackney
or his purple cassock,, which a riding
coat partially concealed. or even by his
jeweled hand. but by the keen glance OF
power which passed over me. took me
In and did NJ acknowledge me: which
saw my humiliation without interest or
amusement. The ook hurt me beyond
smarting of shoulders. for it conveyed
10 me In the twentieth part of a second
how very small a person Francis Cludde
was. and how very great a parsonage
was Stephen Gardiner. whom in my
thoughts l had presumed to belittle.
I stood irresolute a moment, shifting
my feet and glowerins at him, my face
on fire. But when he raised his hand TO
give the benediction, and the more de-
vout, or those with mended hose, fell
on their knees in the mud. l turned my
back abruptly. II climbing the wall
flung away across the chase.
What, Sir Anthony" I heard him
say as l stalked of. his voice ringing
clear and incisive amid the reverential
science which followed the Latin words.
Have we q hereto here. cousin? How
Is this? So near home tool"
1T is my nephew. my lord bishop" 1
could hear Sir Anthony answer, apology
in his tone. and a willful boy at times.
You know of him. He has queer no.
tons of his own, put into his head long
ago"
l caught no more. my angry strides
carrying me out Of earshot. Fuming, [
hurried across the long damp grass,
avoiding here and there the fallen limb
of an elm or a huge round of holly.
l wanted to get out OF the way and be
out OF the way, and made such haste
that before the slowly moving caval-
cade had traversed one-half of the in
terval between the roa and the house
I had reached the bridge which crossed
n noat, n pushing my way impa-
1iently through the maids and solutions
who had fiocked to it to see the show
had passed into the courtyard.
The light was failing. and the place
looked dark and gloomy in spite of the
warm glow of burning logs which
poured from the lower window and
some show OF green boughs which had
been placed owe the doorways in honor
Of the occasion. l glanced up at a lat
tice in one OF the gables, the window of
Petronilia's little parlor. There was
no face at it. and turned fretfully into
the hall-and, yes, there she was,
seats. She was looking out on the
chase, as the maids were doing.
Yes, az the maids were doing. She,
too. was watching for his high mighti-
ness. l muttered. and that angered me
afresh. l crossed the rushes in silence
and climbed up beside her.
Welt said ungraciously as she
started. hearing me at her shoulder,
we'll, have you seen enough of him yet.
cousin? You will, l warrant you. be-
fore he leaves. A little of hin goes
far"
"A little of whom. Francis?" she
asked simply.
Though her voice betrayed some won
der at my rough tone. she was so
much engaged with the O that she
did not look ct me Immediately. This,
OF course, kept my anger warm, and
/ began to feel that she was in the con-
spiracy against me.
cot my lord OF Winchester. OF
course" I answered. laughing rudely.
"Of Sir Hot Pot
Why do o call hin that?" she re-
monstrated in gentle wonder. and then
she die turn her soft dark eyes upon
me. She was a slender. willowy girl in
those Gays. with a complexion clear,
yet pale-a maiden ali bending and
gracefulness. yet with a great store
OF secret hrmnesa. as l was to learn.
seems as handsome an old man"
she continued. as have ever met. and
stately and benevolent, too. as i sec
him at this distance. What is the mat
ter with you. Francis? What has put
you out?"
Put me QUIT" ] retorted angrily
VINO said anything had put me out?"
But / redeemed under her eyes. was
longing to tell her all and b. comforted.
while at the same time 1 shrank with a
mans shame from saying to her that
l had been beaten.
i can see thai something is the mat
ter" she said sagely. with her head on
one side. and hat air of being the ED
er which she often assumed with me.
though she was really the younger by
two years. Why liz you not wait for
the others" Why have Q come home
alone? Francis" with sudden convic-
ton. you have vexed my father! That
is it,"
has beaten me like a dog," I
blurted out pa~ssionately, and before
them all! Before those strangers he
logged mel"
She a her back to the window. and
some faint CLEAN of wintry sunshine.
passing through the gules of the shield
blazoned behind her. cast a red stain
on her dark hair and shapely head.
She was silent. probably through pity
or CONSERVATION. but / could not see
her face and misread her. / thought
her hard. and. resenting this. Dragged
on with a lads empty violence.
He did, but l will not stand 1t! /
give you warning, l won't stand it,
P~etronilla!" and 1 stamped, young
bully that was, until the
dust sprang u Of the boards
and the hounds by the distant
hearth jumped UP and whined. No
not for all the base bishops in Eng
land!" / continued, taking a step tnis
way and that. He had better not do ii
again! II he does, l tell you it viii bs
the worse for some one!"
Francis" she exclaimed abruptly
you must not speak in that way!"
But l was too angry to be silenced
though instinctively / changed m,
ground.
Stephen Gardiner" l cried furious
". Who is Stephen Gardiner, l shoult
\ like to know? He a no right to cal
himself Gardiner at all: DIR. Stephen
he used 10 call himself. i have heard
a child with nc name but his goliath