The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1935-04-12

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Chicago Tribune-New York News Syndicate, Inc.
Copyright: 1885: By RAFAEL SABATINI
PART ONE)
THE TRAGIC ROMANCE OF
THE FASCINATING AND
COURAGEOUS MARY,
QUEEN OF SCOTS.
What is not to be explained is why,
having determined upon My Lord
Darnley's murder, of all available
methods the noisiest, in every sense Of
the word, should have been chosen,
What need to blow him up with gun
powder? What need to murder him at
all? The Queen could have impeached
him for high treason and so substan-
tiated the impeachment that Darnley
would have died execrated whilst her
justice was acclaimed. But she had
hesitated, because to punish Darnley's
treachery was no longer all her object.
There was her love for Boutwell,, a
matter neither difficult to understand
nor easy to condemn. She may have
known him for a libertine, a rough
tongued, violent border ruffian. But
young, handsome, audacious he had
been in every emergency her champion,
to promote whatever was her will. And
when he had done her will by removing
Darnley in the decorating manner that
had shaken Edinburgh, physically as
we'll as morally, her impatience of the
fruits betrayed her.
Accusation grew from whisper into
cutlery. The Queens husband had been
murdered by the Queens lover.
In Scotland, Lennox Darnley's father,
was father also of the accusation. In
England, Darnley's mother was deaf
ening the ears of Queen Elizabeth with
cries for justice. The despised Darn
ley became a sacrificial victim on the
altar of a guilty love.
Appalled,, the Queen of Scots must
yield to all their urgings.
Since Lennox accused him, let Len
nox come and prosecute. But being
permitted to bring no more than six at
tendants with him, Lennox, for fear of
assassination, stayed away.
There being in his absence no &C.
cuSer, no witnesses and no evidence
Boutwell, was pronounced not guilty OF
a deed which o doubted he had
performed, and Parliament confirmed
the acquittal on the morrow. On the
morrow of that Boutwell,, in high spir-
its, sought the Queen, and found her in
an intimate little room Of Hollywood
Palace. Spring was a laggard that year,
and the day-a Sunday-was cold and
gloomy.
The leaping flames from the logs on
the hearth set a glow upon Bothwell's
orange doublet, flashed upon the heavy
gold chain across his breast, struck
fire from the jewel in his ear.
The golden-headed young Queen, all
in black save for the white fur on the
edge of her short mantle, had risen
eagerly to receive him, dismissed he1
ladies.
He moved to her with a swift, 1.-THE
grace, an air of triumph in his swarthy
countenance.
God save your grace" with a flour
ish he preferred a parchment.
He glanced over his shoulder at the
arras that masked the doorway. From
the gallery beyond to which her ladies
had Withdrawn came a trill of laughter
muted by the closed door.
Read for yourself, sweetheart" he
urged.
She moved aside to sink into the tall
backed chair by the hearth, and scan
ned the parchment.
When at last she looked up, her face
was blank with astonishment. Smiling
he explained the document.
@ o
He had hidden the mobiles and prel-
ates who had composed the Parliament
to supper last night at Ainslie's Tav-
ern, where, as he announced with grim
POPULARITY, two hundred of his bag.
buffers had formed a guard of honor.
There was good cheer. I am not mig.
gardly when I play the host. And these
be thirsty men. We were merry. Wher