The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1909-04-14
LITERARY MAGAZINE

Lady Louise. That is safer, and 1
beg YOU" his voice sank to a eau
tious whisper-"your majesty-not to
strive to bring her back. Let we'll
enough alone"
she does not know me" said the
king, with a catch in his voice. He
writhed with the thought will she
ever know me again? How is that?
1t is not forever? 1t is not incur
able?' he questioned, rapidly.
Not necessarily. Time will tell.
Bullet us hope that the cure will
not come until after we are safely
away again. Let her be the Lady
Louise. That is best"
MY God! The punishment is more
IVA than l can bear!' moaned the
king
No. responded the jester, calm
ly, cycling him. God sends no pun
ishment too great for man to bear"
why did you let her come? You
are to blame for this!" accused the
king, wildly. by ST. Jude
Listen babe the fool, sternly.
Then appeal, not to St. Jude, but to
your own conscience. Yes. let her
come; l, the court fool, permitted a
queen and wife to essay the saving
of king and husband. And / be-
lieve l lived within my rights. Why
did / let her come? Why did you
make her come, You now know what
a clumsy conspirator you were, and
that what you whispered to the rose
you whispered also to the coronet.
The queen was assured of what she
had feared, and she feared the more.
1t was to save you. if possible, from
yourself and your lesser enemies
her privilege by love. If not to save
you, then to share your deserts-and
this was her privilege by law. So
we deceived you, she and |; she, so
long deceived, took her turn at de
ceiving. Bite your lips, if you like;
! care not sou. do not know what
occurred between you, in the coach;
/ prayed-the fool prayed-but l re-
ceived no signal to turn back. The
worst that we had feared came To
pass. The scoundrels of Prince
George, your brother, seized the
coach, but they never looked within
to see whom they had! Why? Be.
cause they knew. How? Because the
Duke of Mario was their leader. Can
you ina CINE how he knew? Pish.
Ask the court, if ever you see the
court again. Worst followed upon
worst, and here we are-and which
of us, yes, which of us is to blame:
And why this lamenting, anyway
he added scornfully. "You do not
Want your wife. For all purposes
she may still be at the palace. You
have the Lady Louise-far more
beautiful, of course; although, | ad
init, not the type of the Duchess OF
Marto."
r NOUGH-sir Hugo, Lord of Banly
and of Witte,' said the king
quickly, with rueful smile.
He was silent for minute, a., il
bordering.
"And now, let me see," he resumed
quietly. 81 want to play the part Of
true man. and help us extricate
ourselves. This name of yours-is il
not hazardous, thus to raise the dead.
The last lord of the house which you
have attached died when l was {
boy
when leavened by truth, false
hood is doubly hard to detect" quotf
the fool. "And the truth of it is,
am Hugo, Lord of Banly and o
Witte."
WHAT" exclaimed the king, ant
he viewed the speaker with genuine
concern.
The jester smiled, whimsically.
NO, not crazy" he said, beyond
my court license. | know my history
better than you. The line of Banly
ends with me; l am the comma (ant
something of the old court manner