The evening world., 1916-08-28

In Trinity. and my last
thoughts were still busy
with tho words had
heard Nor. on the morrow, dld 4,
rare any better with me: SO that. a,
rhetoric lecture. our president-Dr.
Ralph kettle-took me by the car,
before the whole class. But even a
rhetoric lecture must have an end.
and 80. tossing my gown to the Dor.
ter. set OF at laS for Maxdalcn
Bridge. where the now barrlcado wa,
building. along the Physic Garden. IN
front OF the st .e.
The day was dull and iow'ring AMI
scarce, was | past the small ate In
the city wall when a brisk shower OF
rail and sleet drov me to shell, or In
the Pig Market (or Proscholium, b..
fore the Divinity School. Here I found
a great company OF people already
iriven by the same u
heard n stir In the crowd behind
me. N some n calling. Who'll
buy3 Who'll buy?"
""'"e' . S"" u young a very
saily drest. moving quickly about at
the far end of the Pig Market. and
behind him an old lackey, bent dou-
pie with the weight Of two great
baskets that he carried. The baskets
were piled with books. clothes and
gewgaws OF all kinds: and twas the
young gentleman hat hawked his
wares himself.
BY his curls and womanish face. no
less than the amber cloak with the
black bars, knew him at once Tor
the same l had seen yesterday among
the diccrs. At length no came TO a
halt in front OF me.
"Ha!" he cried. pulling on his
plumed hat, and bowling low, "a
scholar. ! perceive. Let me serve you
SIR. Here Is the History OF Saint
George and he picked out n hin
brown quarto and held II up: writ
ten by Master Peter Heylin; a ripe
pook they TEL me; and the price a
Now all this while I was consid-
ering what to do. SO, as I put my
hand In my pocket and drew out the
shillings. l said very slowly, looking
him In the eyes (but softly, 20 that
the lackey might not hear):
80 thus you feed your expenses
at tho dice: and my shilling. no
doubt. Is for Luke Settle. a. we'll ~
the rest"
For the moment. under my look,
no went white 10 the lips. then
clapped his hand to his sword. with
drew Il. and answered me, red as q
turkcy-cock:
shalt DO a parson. yet. Master
Scholar: but art In = damn'd hurry.
II seems"
was standing there and looking
after him. turning over In my hand
tho Life of Saint George" when my
fingers were aware of Il slip Of paper
between the pages. Pulling II out. I
saw twas scribbled over with writing
and figures, az follows:
mir. Anthony Killigrew. his acct.
for Oct. 25th. MDCXLII.-For her
rings, I'd; for coffie, Id; for scowring
pleading me. Is. 3D.: for 70 Kings
speech. 3d.: for spic'd wine with Mar
Jory). Is. Id; for seeing ye Rhinoceros
Id; at ye Ranter-go-round. 6%d,; for
a pair OF silver buttons, ~. 3D.: for
apples. 2hd.; for ale. 3D.; at va dice,
~ 5s,: for spic'd wine (again). "a.
Cd"
And SO OH.
As ! glanced my eye down this
paper. a great feeling Of pity came
over me, not only at the name OF An
~thony--tho name ! had heard spoken
In the bowling-green last night-but
also TO see that monstrous item OF Ell
d spent on the dice. Twas such q
him, and laid u hand on his shoulder.
Il think, sir" said ], this paper Is
yours"
u thank you." he answered. taking
II. and cycling me, "Is there anything,
besides, YOU wish to say"
"A great deal, maybe. II your name
be Anthony"
Master Anthony Kinigrew Is my
name, sir; o sserving under Lord
Bernard Stewart In His Majesty's
troop OF guards"
And mine is Jack Marvel said I.
Upon this | began my tale at once,
but hardly had come 10 the meeting
OF the two men on the bowling green,
when he interrupts me politely:
II think, a-ster Marvel, as yours Is
Ike to be a story OF some moment, |
win send this fellow back 10 my lodg-
inys,"
lie dismissed his lackey and strolied
of with me to the Trinity Grove,
where. walking up and down, | told
him all | had heard and seen the
night before,
And now" said !. "can you tell me
N o have any such enemy as this
white haired man, with the limping
gait?"
II know one man." nc began: but
no-'tis impossible"
81 think" said |, YOU had better be
considering what to do
"Hark ye." be lean'd forward and