The Washington herald., 1914-06-07
Rescued from the Bailin.


Rescued from the Bailin.
It was upon a March morning in tn,
early years Of the reign Of Henry VIII
when that young monarch had started
out upon reign which promised to make
one of the most glorious Of all English
kings and left him damned to everlast
ing fame"-that a young man OF twenty.
seven or so, pursuing his way from Wye
toward London. and seeing bailin
beating an old man in a cottage enclos.
ure. threw the bailiff over the wall.
This might be accounted small mat
ter. but. as a stone thrown into still
water makes rings and rings instead OF
dropping quietly to the bottom. so that
incident afterward had its effect upon
the policy of statesmen and the fate OF
kings.
Never a stouter cavalier mounted horse,
nor was ever a stouter horse mounted by
a cavalier than the horse from which the
young man Ieaped to do justice upon the
bailif.
returned from foreign wars; though be-
side his steel helmet which hung at his
saddlebow and his long. straight sword
such as was generally worn by yeomen-
weapon offensive or defensive he wore
none
His blue eyes looked out from a face
which. naturally fair. had been bronzed
by the sun of many campaigns, and his
reddish-brown hair curied in short ring
lets from beneath his cap.
The Uncanny Stranger.
While good wife Hartley was still vol
ubly expressing her thanks to the young
warrior for his interference, cantering
into the garden upon a milk-white pal
frey came a little old man dressed in sin
gular but elegant habiliments.
He wore no arms except a small dag
ger, and guided his horse by neither rein
nor spur, but by a peeled willow wand
with which. every now and then. he
touched the ears of the animal.
He was exceedingly diminutive in stat
ure, but his body was well-shapen. He
was swarthy to excess and had long
black hair mingled with gray. But his
most remarkable feature was his eyes,
keen. vivacious, full OF sparkle and fire
and quickness-eyes sunk deep in his
head. These eyes roamed keenly from
one object to another and when they
rested upon a person they seemed TO
pierce into his soul. Uncanny eyes they
were, but commanding.
Warned Against London.
Hes mad" thought the young SOL
der. But. dismounting, the stranger in
dividuaI said calmly: We'll met, Sir os-
borne Maurice" while the good wife cried
out: Now all is well; Sir Caesar is
here
The newcomer was, indeed. that man
who, having been known under many
names, was now known as Sir Caesar
one of the most celebrated astrologers
In Europe
Sir Osborne recognized the name and
was not little awed that his own name
should have been known to the nee
romancer.
The interview between the two was
short Sir Caesar warned the young
man not to go toward London or evil
might befall him. Sir Osborne retorted
that he would go.
Only three people in England" said
the soldier. should know of my arrival
here. How you came to know I can
guess. But to London 1 CO."
Il was. of old. your fathers greatest
friend" replied Sir Caesar-and they
parted.
The Kings Tailor.
As night fell the traveller who called
himself Sir Osborne Maurice betook him.
self to the nearest inn and there formed
one of the group which sat by the great
fireplace waiting for the serving Of sup
per.
1t was q motley assembly which met
In the remote tavern One. for instance. |
was a London cIothier Of more than the |
ordinary account. He was patronized by
the nobility and gentry and the King, |
himself. knew him well and ordered
clothes from him.
Jenkin Groey was his name-the most
fashionable tailor Of his day. He was