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

have done better In my best day.
Now what you 10 jogging so early,
Dickou2 Where do you come from2"
From the Chapel replied the
other. II came there from the port
last night, express 10 see you; and
having no special favor for the bed
| slept on, left II at the first streak
OF light TO go and rouse you from
your dreams, and lol there you are
ct one OF your dog and wolf bargains
with the countryside clowns.
Discreet knaves, Dickon, who
have come to ease US of somewhat OF
our charge Of contraband: stout jer.
kins stout and well lined; rogues
OF substance Michel Upstake, the
ordinary keeper Of Warrington, and
Perry Cadger, the mercer OF ST.
Mary's. Seeing you here, Idlsmi,
sed them until sunset. That Perez
CRIME OadRer is somewhat leaky asN
Q gossip, and might tell tales II he
we're aware that ! consorted with
You. 4
Il sec them taking the road on
their ponles," said Coclrlescraft;
we may venture TO the hut, am
sharp set for breakfast, and when
have c0ntented stomach, | 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 II ever come into your wise
brain, Master Rob, !" no asked that
you are getting somewhat old; and
that IL might behoove you to make O
shrlft 81 the confessional, by way OF
settling your account take u, 10
will not be very clean reckoning
without good smashing penance."
How now, thou malignant kItel"
exclaimed The Cripple; what's In
the wind2"
simply. Rob. that the dime has
come when, peradventure, we must
part. / am tired OF this wicked
life. / shall amend, and ! come 10
counsel you TO the like virtuous re-
solution. / will DO married, Robert
Swale, Man OF the BOWL"
"Grammercy you will be married.
you'll ! spit upon you for fool.
What crotchet is thisf"
will be married, as say, neith-
or more nor less. Now 10 what
wench. ask your Why TO the very
iairest and primest flower Of this
| PROVINCE the Rose Of 81. Mary ~.
| tho Collcct0r's own daughter.
mark thak devils Rneor III lnneIIcl
Did bslpkleif sall $500
word was never spoFs 5y s5n b shs
sea or land, than speak now
To the Cnllector's daughterI'
ejaculted The Cripple In tone OF
derision. Your carriage is bold
In the port. but no measure Of auda-
city will ever bring you 10 that fa.
vor. Would you play OF your old
game, and sack the town, and take
the daintiest In II for ransom2 You
know no other trick Of woolng,
Dickon."
by my hand, Rob, | am specially
besouRht by the Collector 10 make
one at choice morry-makinQ which
bis daughter has on foot for next
Thursday. Ay, and am going. on
bis set command. 10 dance aRallIard
with Mistress Blanche. Oh, she
shall be the very bird Of the sea-
the girl OF the biIlow. RohI 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 az
her beck as deity as at the boat
SWANS plpel"
You shall sooner meet your de.
servings, said Rob. ION the foal Of
the acorn, with a hempen string,
than find grace with the Collectors
child. Your whole life has been adj
yersary 70 the good will Of the
father.V
II know IL, +" replied Cocklescraft.
II was born In natural warfare with
the customs and all who gath or
them; the more praise for my exz
ploitl / shall change my ways and
forsake evil company. I shall shut
up the Chapel, Rob; expel our devils;
pack of our witches 70 Norway, and
establish an honest vocation. There's
fore, Rob, 20 TO Father Pierre, re-
pent OF your misdeeds, and live upon
your past gains. You are rich and
may afford to entertain hcnceiorth a
reputable conscience. "
- .
DO moi palter with me, slrrahl
but tell me what this imports.
Then truly, Rob, am much dis
turbed In my fancies. | love the
wench, and mean TO have herfair-
~ II ! can--but after the fashion OF
the Coast II / must. She does not
consent as yet--mainly because she
has q toy Of delight In that silIken
Secretary Of my Lord--a bookish.
pale checked, sickly strummer OF
stringed Instruments lone Master
Verheyden, / think they him. /"
"Hai" exclaimed The Cripple, as
q frown gathered on his brow;
what 10 he7 Whence comes her
"HIs Lordship's chamber secre-
tary, replied CocklescFaft; 'bronght
hither l know not when, nor whence.
A silent-paced. priestly pattern Of
modesty, who feeds on the favor Of
bis bstters, as q lady Is dog, that be-
ing allowed 10 lick the hand Of his
mistress, takes tbs privilege 10
snarl on ell who approach her.
shall make light work with him by
/ whipping him out OF my way. Why