Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1924-09-23

father of lamented and lament
able memory and to the skill
and invention of an Italian en-
Sineer named BagnOlo, who had
come to England half a century
ago as one of the assistants of
the famous Torrigiani
This house deserves, together
with the story of its construc-
ton, word in passing.
The Italian Bagnolo had the
mischance to kill a man in a
hraWl in Southwark tavern.
AS a result he fled the town,
nor paused in his headlong flight
from the consequences of that
murderOus deed unt.' he had all
but reached the Very ends of
England To the fugitive, Ralph
afforded shelter; and Bagnolo re-
paid the service by offering to
rebuild the decaying half-tim-
bered house of Penarrow. Hav-
ing taken the task in hand he
went about it with all the en-
thusiasm of your true artist,
and achieved for his protector
a residence that was a marvel
of grace in that crude age and
Outlandish district
The main doorway was set in
a projecting wing and was over
hung by a massive balcony; the
whole surmOunted by a pillared
pediment of extraordinary grace,
now partly clad in a green man
tie of creepers. Above the burnt
red tiles of the roof scared mas
sive twisted chimneys in lofty
majesty.
But the glory of Penarrow
was the garden fashioned out Of
the tangled wilderness about the
old house that had crowned the
heights above Penarrow point.
Time and Nature had smoothed
the lawns to a velvet surface,
had thickened the handsome box
wood hedges, and thrust up
e. those black spearlike poplars
that completed the very Italian
ate appearance of that demesne.
Sir Oliver took his ease in his
dining-rOOm considering all this
as it was displayed before him
in the mellOMing September sun
shine, and found it AZ very good
to see. and life very good to
live. Now no man has ever
been known so to find life with
out some Immediate cause,
other than that of his environ
ment, for his optimism. Sir
oliver had several causes. The
first of these-although it was
one which he may have been far
from suspecting-was his equip
ment of youth, wealth, and good
digestion; the second was that
he had achieved honor and re-
nown both upon the Spanish
Main and in the late marrying
of the InVincible Armada and
that he had received in that the
tWenty-fifth year of his life the
honor of knighthood from the
Virgin Queen: the third and last
contributor to his pleasant mood
was Dan Cupid, who had so con-
trived matters that Sir divers
wooing of Mistress Rosamund
Godolphin ran an entirely
smooth and happy course.
So. then, Sir Oliver sat at his
ease in his tall, carved chair, his
doublet untrussed, his long legs
stretched before him, penslve
smile about the firm lips that as
vet were darkened by no more
than a small black line of mus
tachios. 1t was noon, and our
gentleman had just dined, as the
platters, the broken meats and
the half-empty flagOn on the
board beside him testified. He
pulled thoughtfully at a long
pipe-for he had acquired this
newly imported habit of tobacco
drinking-and dreamed of his
mistress, and was properly and
CALAMITY grateful that fortune
had used him so handsomely as
to enable him to toss title and
some measure of renoWn into his
ROsamund's lap.
By nature Sir Oliver was a
shrewd fellow and he was also
a man of some not incOnsider-
able learning. Yet neither his
natural wit nor his acquired en-
dowments appear to have taught
him that of all the gods that
rule the destinies of mankind
there is none more irOniC and
malicious than that same Dan
CUPID. The ancients knew that
innocent seeming boy for cruel
impish knave, and they mistrust-
ed him. Sir oliver either did
not know or did not heed that
sound piece of ancient wisdom.
1t was to be borne in upon him
by grim experience, and even
as his light pensive eyes smiled
upon the sunshine that flooded
the terrace beyond the long null
.lioned window, a shadow fell
Athwart it, which he little
dreamed to be symbolic of the
shadow that was even falling
across the sunshine of his life.
After that shadow came the
substance-tall and gay Of raj
ment Under a broad black Span
ish hat decked with blood-red
plumes.
The smile persisted on Sir Oil
ver's lips. His swarthy face
grew thoughtful, his black brows
contracted until no more than a
single deep furrOW stood be-
tween them. Then slowly the
smile came forth again, but no
longer that erstwhile gentle pen
s.ve smile. 1t was transformed
into a smile of resolve and de-
termination, a smile that tight
ened his lips even as his brows
relaxed.
Came Nicholas his servant, to
announce Master Peter Godol-
ph.n, and close upon the lack
eX's heels came Master Godol-
phni himself, leaning upon his
beribbOned cane and CARRYING
his broad Spanish hat. He was
a tall. slender gentleman. with
a shaven. handsome counte-
nance. stamped with an air Of
haught.ness; like Sir Oliver. he
had a high bridged. intrepid
nose. and in age he was. the
Younger by some two or three
years. He wore his auburn hair
rather longer than was the mode
just then. but in his apparel
there was no more foppishness
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