Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1909-05-20

"BravelyI' CALCULATED Rob. xhen
ne was set down. "I scarce could
have done better In INV best dav.
now what you 10 jogging so early,
Dckonf Where do you come from7"
From the Chapel" replied the
other. I came there from the port
iast night. express 10 see you: and
having no special favor for the bad
1 slept on, left 10 at the first streak
OF light 10 60 and rouse you from
your dreams, and loi there YOU are
Of one OF your dog and wolf bargains
with the countryside clowns.
Discreot knaves, Dickon. who
have come 70 ease rs Of somewhat a
our charge IL confrahan<l: s1os1t -.
kids--stout and well lined: roousa
OF substance-Nichol Upstake, the
ordinary keeper Of Warrington, and
Ferry Cadger. the mercer OF st.
Marys. Seeing you here, dismis.
SEQ them until sunset. That Pere-
grine Cadger is somewhat leaky as
Q gossip, and might tell tales II be
were aware that | consorted with
you"
see them taking the road on
their ponies" said Cocklescraft:
we may venture TO the hut. I am
sharp set for breakfast, and when
have contented stomach, I will
hold discourse with you, Rob, touch.
ing matters OF some concern TO US
both"
The Cripple and his guest, upon
this hint, repaired 10 the hut. and
In due time the morning meal was
supplied and despatched. Cookies
craft then opened the purport of his
visit.
Has IL ever come into your wise
brain, Master Rob, he as ked, that
you are getting somewhat old; and
that 10 might behoove you TO make n
shrlft at the confessional, by way OF
settling your account? I take 70. IA
will not be very clean reckoning
without good smashing penance."
How now, thou malignant kitei"
exclaimed The Cripple; whats In
the wind?"
Simply. Rob. that the time has
come when, peradventure, we must
part. / am tired OF this wicked
life. | shall amend. and | come 70
counsel you TO the like virtuous re-
solution. will be married, Robert
Swale. Mas OF the BOWL"
Grammercyl you will be married.
youi l spit upon you for a fool.
What crotchet Is this?"
II will be married, as | saw. neith-
or more nor less. Now TO what
wench. ask you? Why to the very
fairest and primest flower of this
Drovinea-tba Rose Of Sd. Mary's-
the Collectors own daughter. /
mark that devils sneer uf unbelief
OF yours, old buckler man: truer
word was never spoke by son Of the
sea or land, than speak now."
TO the Collectors daughterP'
ejaculted The Cripple In a tone OF
derision. Your carriage Is bold
in the port. but no measure Of auda-
city will ever bring you TO that ia
vor. Would you play at your old
game, and sack the town, and take
the daintiest in IL for ransom2 You
know no other trick of wooing,
Dickon."
by my hand, Rob. / am specially
besought by the Collector to make
one at q choice merry. making which
bis daughter has on foot for next
Thursday. Ay, and I am going. on
his set command. TO dance galliard
with Mistress Blanche. Oh, she
shall be the very bird OF the sea
the girl OF the billow. Robl She
shall be empress OF the green wave
that nursed me, and the blue sky,
and and the wide waste. Her throne
shall be on the deck OF my gay bark:
and my merry men shall spring at
her beck as deftlv as at the boat
swain's pipei'
You shall sooner meet your de-
servings" said Rob. ''on the foal OF
the acorn, with a hempen string,
than find grace with the Collectors
child. Your whole life has been ad-
versary to the good will OF the
father"
Il know it," replied Cocklescraft.
was born In natural warfare with
the customs and all who gather
them; the more praise for my ex-
ploitl l shall change my ways and
forsake evil company. / shall shut
up the Chapel, Rob; expel our devils;
pack of our witches 20 Norway, and
establish an honest vocation. There
fore, Rob, 90 to Father Pierre, re-
pent OF your misdeeds, aud live upon
your past gains. You are rich and
may afford TO entertain henceforth a
reputable conscience"
nnk ~alsn~
but tell me what this imports"
Then truly, Rob. / am much dis
turbed in my fancies. | love the
wench, and mean TO have her-fair-
ly II can-but after the fashion Of
the Coast il / must. She does not
consent as yet-mainly because she
has toy Of delight In that silken
Secretary Of my Lord-a bookish,
paie-cheeked, sickly strummer of
stringed instruments-one Master
Verheyden. l think they him"
Hal" exclaimed The Cripple, as
o frown gathered on his brow;
what is he? Whence comes he?"
His Lordship's chamber secre-
tary, replied Cocklescraft; brought
hither / know not when. nor whence.
a silent-paced. priestly pattern Of
modesty, who feeds on the favor OF
bis betters. as lady o dog. th at be-
ing allowed TO lick the hand OF his
mistress, takes the privilege TO
snsrl on all who approach her.
shall make light work with him by
whipping him out Of my way. Why
are you angry. that you scowl 50,
Master Rob?"
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