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f Mfc or .GENTLEMAN BLACK. OFFENCE COPYRIGHT IC9I.8Y CAS3EILPUBLISHINC CO. ALL RIGHTS' RESERVED CHAPTER I. Ol tlio b'jvindnry lino between tho two coun lies of War\vi'ck and Worcester there is ft road very famous in those parts and called fcho Kidjuwny. Father Carey used t t , Sil y— ;! nd no hotter Latin'.st could be found for r. score of miles round in tho times of which I write—that it was made 1>y the Komans. It runs north and south along the narrow spine of the country, which is spread out on either Fide like n map nr n picture. As you fare i-onthward you see on your right ha;:d th.: ;:.veen orchards and pastures of Worcestershire stretching us t'nr as the Malvern hills. You have in front of you Bredon hill, which is n wonderful h'ill, for if fi nian gees down the Avon liy 1'oat it goes with him, now before mid now lichind, a vrhole day's journey, and then staiids in the same place. And on the loft hand you hnvo the great forest of Ardei-j and not much besides, except oak trees, which prow well in Warwickshire. I describe this road, firstly, because it IE ft notable one, and 40 years ago was the only Queen's highway, to call a highway, ill that country. The rest were mere horse tracks. Hecomllv, because the chaso wall of Coton End runs along the side of it for j neither simlcd nor laughed; two good miles, and the Cluddes—I am \ Francis Clndde—have lived at Coton End | by the Hidgeway time out of mind, probably—for tho name snuicl;s of tho soil- before tho Romans made the road. And, of Mary, old religion just re-established— a number of people were collected on this road, forming 1 a group of a score or more, who stood in an ordered kind of disorder about my uncle's gates and looked all one way, as if expecting an arrival, and an arrival of consequence. First, there was my uncle Sir Anthony, tall ami lean. He wrro his best black velvet doublet and cloak and had put them on with an air of huge importance. This increased each time he turned, staff in hand, and surveyed his following, and as regularly gave place to a "Pshaw!" of vexation and petulant glance when his eye rested on me Close beside him, looking Important, too, but anxious and a little frightened as well, stood good Father Garey. The priest wore his silk cassock, and "his lips moved from time to time without sound, as though he were trying over a Latin oration, which indeed was the fact. At a more respectful distance were ranged Baldwin Moor, tho steward, and a dozen servants, while still farther away lounged as many rngmufflns—land- less men, who swarmed about every gen- bteman's door in those times and took toll of such abbey lauds as the king might have given him. Against ono of the stone gate pillars I leaned myself, 10 years and 6 months old, and none too wise, though well grown and as strong as ono here and there. And perched on tho top of tho twin post, with his chin on his knees and his hands clasped about them, was Martin Luther, tho fool. Martin had chosen this elevated position partly out of curiosity and partly perhaps •under a strong sense of duty. He knew that, whether ho would or no, he must needs look funny up there. His nose was rod, and his eyes were running and his teeth chattering, and he did look funny. But as he felt the cold most his patience failed first. The steady, silent drizzle, the mist creeping about tho tho stems of the oak trees, the leaden sky, proved too much for him in the end. "A watched pot never boils!" ho grumbled. "Silence, sirrah!" commanded myunole angrily. "This is no time for your fooling. Have a care how you talk in the same breath of i;ots and my lord bishop." "Sanetss ccciesliv," Father Carey broke out, turning up his eyes in a kind of ecstasy, as though he were knee to knee with tho prelate— : 'to dcfensorem inclytum atque nrcluntem' '— "Pottum!" cried 3, laughing loudly at my own wit. It was f.ii ill mannered word, but I was uold and peevish. I had been forced to this fuiu'tion against my will. I had never scon thy »ue,st whom wo were expecting, and who was no other than the queen's ohan.-ellor, Stephen Gardiner, but I dis liked him as if I had. In truth, he was related to U'i in a peculiar fashion, whicl my uncle raid 1 naturally looked at fron different fitiuidpoints. Sir Anthony viewed with complacence, if not wiih wUU 1 , any eoniiection with the powerful bi'iiiioj) of" Winchester, for the knight, know the world and could appro- dato the value it sets on success and the blind eyed it IKK; for spots' if they do but speck!::,' tho ri.-u;n sun. I could mako no .such allowance, but, with the. pride of youth and family, at once despised tho great bishop for his b:'.do blood and blush?d th:;r. tho sham.' lay on our .-si'.!.-. I hated this tumult- of doing honor tr, him and ivonld fain hn\-.; hidden at homo with Pe- tror.ilia, my cousin, .Sir Anthony'sdaugh- i-or. and await;-'! our auerit there. The knight, ln\vi' •tmf 1 had b t, of hun I said '• , had not permitted this, forced out, being in tho bo um!" and laughed. " cried l--ir Anthony fiercely. Holovi'd an orderly procession and to arrange things dccmitly. ' •.Silunco!" he repeated, dnrtin? an angry ylance first ut mi) 'c!ic:i ;>,t his followers, "or I will warm that. .}i.".Ui'f of your.-:, lad! And you, Martin Luther, ->:oe to your tonjuiu for the next !M hourr, and keep it off my lord bishop! And, Father Carey, hold yourself ready"— "For here Sir Hot Pot cumeth!" cried the undaunted Martin, skipping nimbly down from his pest cf vm.tngy, "and i\ ilozen of London saucepans with him, or mav 1 never lick tho inside of one. \ jest or th'.; Kaueiness of London serving' men was sure to tell with the crowd, uiul t'he.i'0 was u great laugh at tins, especially among the landless men, who were on the skirts of thu party rind well sheltered from Kir Anthony's eye. Ho glared about him, provoked to find at this critical moment smiles where there should huvo been looks of deiVv.vnci?, tunl a ring round ;i f^ol whero hu hr.d jjjar.shaied a, procession. Unluckily lie uhose to visit his dis- •lUsasure upon me. "You won't behave, Won't jw, yon puppy!" 1m cried. "You •vuii't,, won't you!" uml stepping forward • ,• uimovl e. blow art my shoulders, whioll would havo made mo rub myself If it had reached me. But I was too quick. 1 stepped back, the stick swung idly, and the crowd laughed. And there tho matter would have ended, for the bishop's party were now close upon us, had not my foot slipped on tho wet grass ond I fallen backward. Seeing me thus at his mercy, the temptation proved too much for tho knight. Ho forgot his love of seemlincss and even that his visitors were at his elbow, and stooping a moment to plant homo a couple of shrewd cuts cried: "Take that! Take that, my lad!" in a voice that rang as crisply as his thwacks. I was up in an instant. Not that the pain was anything, and before our own people I should havo thought as little of shame, for if tho old may not lay hand to tho young, being related, where is to bo any obedience? Now, however, iny first filanco met tho grinning faces of strange lackeys, and while my shoulders still smarted tho laughter of a couplo of soberly clad pages stung a hundred times more sharply. I glared furiously round, and my eyes fell on ono face—a faco long remembered. It was that of a man who a man whom I recognized immediately, not by his sleek hackney or his purple cassock, which a riding coat partially concealed, or even by his jeweled hand, but by tho keen glanco of power which passed over me, took mo in and did not acknowledge me; which ! saw my humiliation without interest or amusement. Tho look hurt mo beyond smarting of shoulders, for it convoyed to me in the twentieth part of a second how very small a person Francis Cluddo was, and how very great a personage was Stephen Gardiner, whom in my thoughts I had presumed to belittle. I stood irresolute a moment, shifting my feet and glowering at him, my faco on fire. But when ho raised his hand to give the benediction, and tho more devout, or those with mended hose, fell on their knees in tho mud, I turned my back abruptly, and climbing tho wall flung away across the chase. "What, Sir Anthony!" I heard him say as I stalked oQ, his voice ringing clear and incisive amid the reverential silence which followed the Latin words, "Havo we a heretic hero, cousin? How Is this? So near home too!" "It is my nephew, my lord bishop," I could hear' Sir Anthony answer, apology in his tone, "and a willful boy at times. You know of him. Ho has queer notions of his own, put into his head long ago." I caught no more, my angry strides carrying mo out of earshot. Fuming, I hurried across the long damp grass, avoiding here and there tho fallen limb of an ilm or a huge round of holly. I wanted to i,et out of the way and be out of the way, «id made such haste that before tho slow- y moving cavalcade had traversed one-half the interval between the road and the louse I had reached the bridge which rossed the moat, and pushing my way mpaticntly through the maids and soul- ions who had flocked to it to see tho ihow had passed into the courtyard. The light was failing, and the place ooked dark and gloomy in spite of tho warm glow of burning logs which poured rom tho lower windows and some show of green boughs which had been placed over the doorways in honor of the occasion. I glanced up at a lattice in one of the gables, the window of Petronilla's little parlor. There was no face at it, and I turned fretfully into the hall—and, yes, there she was, perched up in ono of the high window seats. She was looking out on the chase, as the maids were doing. Yes, as tho maids were doing. She, too, was watching for his high mightiness, I muttered, and that angered me afresh. I crossed tho rushes in silence and climbed up beside hor. "Well," I said ungraciously as she started, hearing me at her shoulder, "well, have you seen enough of him yet, cousin? You will, I warrant you, before ho leaves, A little of him goes far." ••A little of whom, Francis?" she asked simply. Though her voice betrayed some wonder at my rough tone, she was so much en gaged with the show that sho did not look at me immediately. This, of course, kept my auger warm, and I began to feel that she was in the conspiracy against me. "Of my lord of Winchester, of course," I answered, laughing rudely. "Of Sir Hot Pot!" "Why do you call him that?" she remonstrated i'n gentle wonder, and then sho did turn her soft dark eyes upon mo. Sho was a slender, willowy girl in those days, wif;h a complexion clear, yet pale—a maiden all bending and gracefulness, yet with a great store of secret firmness, as I was to learn. "He seems as handsome an old man," she continued, "as I havo over mot, and stately and benevolent, too, as I see him at this distance. What is tho matter with you, Francis? What has put you out?" "Put mo out!" I retorted angrily. "Who said anything had put me out?" But I reddened under her eyes. I was longing to tell her all and be comforted, while at tho same time I shrank with a man's shame from saying to hor that I had been beaten. "lean see that something is tho matter," she said sagely, with her head on ono Bid::, jsiji! that air of being the elder which bin; often assumed with me, though she was i-enlly tho younger by two years. '•Why did you not wait for tho others? Whv'huvo you come home alone? Francis,' 1 with sudden conviction, "you have vexed my father! That is it!" " He has beaten mo like n dog!" I blurted out passionately, "and before them all! Before strangers ho flogged mo!" She had her back to tho window, and some faint gleam of wintry sunshine, passing tlu-jugh tho gules o£ the shield blazoned f.ehlwl her, cast n red stain on her dark hair and shapely head. She was silent, probably through pity or consternation, but I could not see her faco and misread her. I thought her hard, and, resenting this, bragged on \vith a lad's empty violence. "Ho did, but I will not stand it! I give you warning, I won't stand it, Petronil Jo!" and I stamped, young bully that i was, until the dust spuing put of the boards and the hounds by tho distant hearth jumped tip and whl&ed. for all the base bishops in E: w . continued, taking a step this way»d that. "He had better not do it agalllf he does, I tell you It Will bo the Wof&r some one!" • ' "Francis," she exclaimed nb "you must not speak In that Way!" But 1 was too angry to be eile§l, though instinctively 1 changed rn£ g: "Stephen Gardiner!" I cried furi "Who is Stephen Gardiner, 1 should to know? Ho has no right to call hi Gardiner at all! Dr. Stephens he Usi call himself, I have heard. A child no name but his godfather's; that is he is, for all his airs and his bish Who Is ho to look on and see a C beaten? If my uncle does not takeca "Francis!" she cried again, cuttin short ruthlessly. "Be silent, sir!" this time I was silent. "You un hoy," sho continued, her faco glo with indignation, "to threaten my fi before my faco! How daro you, sir? dare you? And who are you, you child,"sho exclaimed, with n star change from invcctivo to sarcasm-^' are you to talk of bishops, 1 should 111 po know?" I "Ono," I said sullenly, " who thinkifcs of cardinals and bishops than soilio fe, Mistress Petronilla!" I "Aye, I know," sho retorted scathinly —"I know that you are a kind of |llf hearted Protestant—neither fish, flesli.yr fowl!" | "I am what my father made nisi I muttered. j; "At any rate." sho replied, "you dd ot see how small you arc, or you would! ot talk of bishops. Heaven help us! Tfic n boy who has done nothing and seen ^thing should talk of tho queen's ohancebrl Go! Goon, you foolish boy, and rtiJ n country or cut off heads, and thcu'| ou may talk of cuch men—men who opld unmako you and yours with a etrok of tho pen! You, to talk so of StephenIjCir- dincrl Fie, fie, I say! For shame!"J I looked at her, dazed and bowild&d, and had long afterward In my mind ii';;io- turo of her aa sho stood above me, iriiho window bay, her back to tho Ughtjj.ier slender figure drawn to Its full height) icr hand extended toward mo. I could sckne- ly understand or believe that this was; ny gentle cousin. I turned without n \v>rd and stole away, not looking behind me I was cowed. : It happened that the servants camo hir- rying in at tho moment with a clatter of dishes and knives, and the noiso covered my retreat. I had n fancy afterward tint, as I moved away, Petronilla called to ne. But at the time, what with the confusion and my own disorder, I paid no hoed to hor, but got myself blindly out of the hill and away to my own attic. It was a sharp lesson. But my feelings ; when, being alone, I had time to feel, need not bo set down. After events irmdo them of no moment, for I was even then on tho verge of a change so great that tho throats and misgivings, the fevers and agues of that afternoon, real as they seemed at the time, became in a few hours as immaterial as the dew which fell before yesterday's thunderstorm. Tho way tho change began to como abou was this: I orept in late to supper, facing the din and lights, the rows of guests auc the hurrying servants, with a mixture o shame and sullenness. I was sitting down with a scowl next the bishop's pages—in place was beside them, half down tho table and I was not too careful to keep my fee clear of their clothing—when my uncle's voice, raised in a brasher tone than was usual with him, even when ho was displeased, summoned me. "Como here, sirrah!" he cried roundly. "Come here, Master Francis! I have a word to speak to you!" I went slowly,dragging my feet, while all looked up, and there was n partial silence. I was conscious of this, and It nerved me. For a moment indeed, as I stepped on tq tho dais, I had a vision of scores of caudles and rushlights floating in mist, and of innumerable bodiless faces all turned up to mo. But the vision and tho mistiness passed away and left only my uncle's long, thin face inflamed with anger, and beside it, in the same ring of light, the watchful eyes and stern, impassive features of Stephen Gardiner. The bishop's faco and his eyes were all I saw then; the same faco, tho same eyes, I remembered, which had looked unyielding into those of the relentless Cromwell and had scarce dropped before tho frown of a Tudor. His purple cap and cassock, tho lace and rich fur, tho chain of office, I remembered afterward. 'Now, boy," thundered Sir Anthony, pointing out tho place where I should stand, "what have you to say for yourself? Why havo you so misbehaved this afternoon? Lot your tongue speak quickly, do you hear, or you will smart for it. And let it be to tho purpose, boy!" I was about to answer something— whether it was likely to make things worse or better I cannot remember—when Gardiner staid me. He laid his hand gently on Sir Anthony's sleeve and inter- hot to ih% Ifai? office he objected it was to tho queen's chancellor ot to the queen?" ttfe raised his *oloe with tho last words and bont his brows, so that I could scarcely believe it was tho samo man speaking. "Eh, sir, was that sb?" ho continued severely, putting aside Si* Anthony's remonstrance aficl glowering at me. "It may bo that we have a rebel here instead of a heretic." "God forbid!" cried the knight, unable to contain himself. It was deaf that he repented already of his ill timed discipline. "I will answer for It that wo have no Wyatts here, my lord." "That is well!" the chancellor foplled. "That Is well!" ho repeated, his eyes leaving mo and roving the hall with so proud a menace In their glance that all quailed, even tho fool. "That is very well," ho said, drumming on tho table with his Dn- gcrs, "but let Master Francis speak for himself." "I never heard," said I boldly—I had had a moment for thought—"that Sir Thomas Wyatt hod any following in this country. None to my knowledge. As for the queen's marriage with tho prince of Spain, which was tho ground, as we gathered here, of Wyatt's rising with the Kentish folk, it seems a matter rather for the queen's grace than her subjects. But if that be not so, I, for my part, would rather have seen her married to a stout Englishman—aye, or to a Frenchman." "And why, young gentleman?" "Because I would wo kept at peace with Franco. \Ve have moro to gni» by fighting Spain than fighting Franco," I answered bluntly. My uncle held up his hands. 'The boy lg clean mad!" ho groaned. "Whoever heard of such a thing? With all France, tho rightful estate of her majesty, waiting to bo won back, ho talks of fighting Spain! And his own grandmother was a Span- „„„ 06 Mr6 tt*W fl«Krf, nti'd f6* ihfa icasoti free from the daraf> alt which in autumn 6nd ttlntef tcse ffoin the moat and hung about the lower frnfcge of towns. It was besides of easy access from tho hall, a door In tho gallery of the latter leading into an anteroom, which ncolfc opened into tho tapestried chamber, l!»llo a winding staircase, starting from n dark nook in the main passage of the house, also led to this State apartment, but by another and mote private door. I reached the antechamber With a stout heart in my breast, though a little sobered by my summons, and feeling such a reaction from the heat of ft few minutes before as follows a plunge into cold water. In the anteroom I was bidden to wait while the 6 *eat man's Will was t/iken, which seemed strango to ino, then unused to the mulninory of court folk. But before I had time to feel much surprise the inner dooi was opened, and 1 Was told to enter. Tho great room, which I had seldom secfa in use, had now an appearance quite new to me. A dull red fire was glowing comfortably on the hearthstone, before Which a posset stool Was standing. IN ear this, seated at a tamo strewn with a profusion of papers and documents, was a Bee- rotary writing biislly, The great oaken bedstead, with its nodding tester, lay in a background of shadows, which played about tho figures broldered on tho hangings or wore lost to tho darkness of the corners, while near the fire, in the light cast by tho sconces fixed above tho hearth, lay part of tho chancellor's equipment. The fur rugs and cloak of sable, th c saddle- reign should P hardened my heart at i that. A feign peace, forsooth, when tho week before had heart of n bishop burned l at ! 1 hardened my heart. I*<»jJ though I know his in those days of wo Gloucester! not bo frightened, cower and knew how men Ksccl power. 1 would init a bold face on the matter. (CONTIXtJfiD.l "*hc idiot," He raised his voice with the last words nosed "One moment," ho said mildly. Your nephew did not stay for the church's blessing, I remember. Perhaps he has scruples. There are people nowadays who have. Lot us hear if it be so." This time it was Sir Anthony who did not let mo answer. ( *io no!" he cried haotny. "No, ppi It is not so. He conforms, my lord; he, conforms. You conform, sir," ho continued, turning fiercely upon me, "do you not? Answer, sir," "Ah!" the bishop put in, with a sneer, "you conform, do you?" . "J attend nmssT-rto please my uncle," I "Ho was ill brought up as a child," Sir Anthony said hastily, speaking in a tone which those below could not hear. "Put vou know all that, my lord—you know aU that. It is an old story to you. So I jnMP and J P?ay you to make, for tho sake pf the house, spine allowance. He conforms.. He undouWftdJy conforms." "Enough!" Gardiner assented. "Tho rest is for the good priest here, whose ministrations will no doubt in time avail. " D "* w.ith. this young gentleman: pn another subject. If it I am none the less an Englishman for hat!" I said, whereon there was a slight nurmur of applause in the hall below. And for France," I continued, carried way by this, "we havo been fighting it, fi and on, as long as men remember, and what are wo tho better? W 7 e hnvo only lost vhat wo had to begin. Besides I am told hat Franco is five times stronger than it vas in Henry V's time, and wo should only spend our strength in winning what ve could not hold. While as to Spain"— "Aye, as to Spain?" grumbled Sir Anthony, forgetting his formidable neighbor and staring at mo with eyes of wonder. 'Why, my father fought tho French at Guinegate, and my grandfather at Cherbourg, and his father at Aglncourt! But, there! As to Spain, you popinjay?" "Why, sho is conquering here," I answered warmly, "and colonizing there among tho newly discovered countries of the world, and getting all the trade, and all the seaports, and all tho gold and silver, and Spain, after all, is a nation with no greater strength of men than England. Aye, and 1 hear," I cried, growing more cx'citcd and raising my voice, "that now is our time or never! The Spaniards and the Portuguese havo discovered a new world over seas. "A Castilla y a Leon Nuovo mundo clio Colon! say they, but, depend upon it, every country that is to bo rich and strong in tho time that is coming must have part in it. We cannot conquer either Spain or Franco; we have not men enough. But wo have docks and sailors and ships in London and Fowoy and Bristol and the Cinque ports, enough to fight Spain over the great seas, and I soy, 'Have at her!' " "What next?" groaned Sir,'Anthony pitecuiaJy. "Did inn« 'over hoar .such crackbrained nonsense?" But I think it was not nonsense, for his words were almost lost in the cry which ran through tho hall as I ceased speaking —a cry of English voices. Ono moment my heart beat high and proudly with a new sense of power; the next, as a shadow of a cloud falls on a sunny hillside, tho cold sneer on tho statesman's face fell on mo and chilled me. His set look had neither thawed nor altered, his color had neither como nor gone. "You speak your lesson well, lad," ho said. "Who taught you statecraft?" I grew smaller, shrinking with each word he uttered, and faltered and was dumb, "Come," ho said, "you see but a little way. Yet country lads do not talk of Fowey and Bristol! Who primed you?" "I mot a Master Sebastian Cabot," I said reluctantly, at last, when- ho had pressed me more than once, "who staid awhile at a house not far from bore and had been inspector of tho navy to King Edward. He had been a seaman 70 years ; and he talked"— "Too fast!" said Gardiner, with a curt nod, "But enough. I understand. I know the man. Ho is dead." Ho was silent then and seemed to have fallen suddenly into thought, as a man well. might who had the governing of a kingdom on his shoulders. Seemingly he had done with me. I looked at Sir Anthony. "Aye, go!" ho said irritably,waving mo off. "Go!" And I went. Tho ordeal was over, and over so successfully that I felt the humiliation of the afternoon cheap at tho price of this' triumph, for as I stepped down there was a buzz around me, a murmur of congratulation and pride and excitement On every Coton faco I marked a flush, in every Coton eye I read a sparkle, and every flush and every sparkle was for mo. Even the chancellor's secretaries, grave, down looking men, all secrecy and caution, cast curious glances at mo, ns though I were something out of the common, and the chancellor's pages made way for mo with newborn deference. "There is for country wits!" I heard Baldwin Moor cry gleefully, while tho man who put food before mo murmured of "the Cluddo bull pup!" If I read in Father Carey's face, as indeed I did, solicitude as well as relief and gladness, I marked the latter only and Inigged a natural pride to my breast. When Martin Luther said boldly that it was net only bishop could fill a bowl, it was by an effort J refrained from joining in the laugh which followed. For an hour I enjoyed this triumph and did all but brag of it. Especially I wished Petronilla bad."witnessed it. At the end Pi that time^finis, as the book says—I was crossing the courtyard, one-half of which was bathed in a cold splendor of moonlight, and was feeling t»° 8w* sobering touch of the night sJr on my brow, when I heard some pn e call out my name. J turned to jlnd one pf the chanceiipr's servants, a sleek, substantial feJjpw, with a smug ?uouth, at my elbow- "Whatisit?" "j am bidden to fetch you atonee, Mastor ClucJde," ho answered, a gleanj of sly jnaUoo pooping through the gravity PI his, deweanPft ''The chanftellpr wpuld in his rppm, ypungsiiv" Tho Idiotic Ms. Hibbard (meaning to bo complimentary)—How charming you look, Miss Jones I Reminds ono for all tho world of au 1830 portrait of_ one s grandmother.—Scribner's Magazine.' Desperate Efforts. \ Tb,e chancellor was lodged. In. tjie great chamber on the gPUtJWP Side pf the yarO, ft ra°W wWoli \ye polled ttw fried. phjumUej, w a iw wMcfe tradition King Henry YJ had ow slept SveaUna with one clawUhc flnycr extended. bags, the dispatch boxes and the silver chafing dish gave an air of comfort to this part of tho room. Walking up and clown in tho midst of these, dictating a sentence at every other turn, was Stephen Gardiner. As I entered tho clerk looked up, holding his pen suspended. His master, by a quick nod, ordered him to proceed. Then, signaling to me in a like silent fashion Ins command that I should stand by the hearth, the bishop resumed his task of composition. , For some minutes my interest in tho man, whom I had now an opportunity ol scrutinizing unmarked and at my leisure, took up all my attention. He was at this time close on 70, but looked, being still tall and stout, full ten years younger. His face, square and sallow, was indeed wrinkled and .lined; his eyes lay deep in his head; his shoulders wore beginning to bend, the nape of his neck to become prominent. He had lost an inch of his full height. But his eyes still shone brightly, nor did any trace of weakness mar the stern character of his mouth or tho crafty wisdom of his brow. The face was the facoof a mnn austere, determined, perhaps cruel; of a man who could both think and act. My curiosity somewhat satisfied, I nau leisure first to wonder why I had been sent for and then to admire the prodigious number of books and papers which lay about, moro indeed than I had over seen together in my life. From this I passed to listening, idly at first .and with interest afterward, to tho letter which tho chancellor was dictating. It seemed from its tenor to be a letter to some person in authority, and presently one passage attracted my attention, eo that I could afterward recall it word for word. I do not think," tho chancellor pronounced, speaking in a sonorous voice and the measured tone of one whose thoughts lie perfectly arranged in his head, "that the Duchess Katherino will venture to take the step suggested as possible. Yet Clarence's report may bo of Lot the house therefore be watched if anything savoring of flight be marked, and take notice whether there be a vessel in tho pool adapted to her purpose. A vessel trading to Dunquerque would bo most likely. Leave her husband till I return, when I will deal with him roundly." I missed what followed. It was upon another subject, and my thoughts lagged behind, being wholly taken up with tho Duchess Katherino and hor fortunes. I wondered who she was, young or old, and what this step could be she was said to meditate, and what the jargon about the pool and Dunquerquo meant. I was still thinking of this when I was aroused by an abrupt silence, and looking up found that tho chancellor was bonding over tho papers on tho table. Tho secretary was leaving tho room. As tho door closed behind him Gardiner rose from his stooping posture and came slowly toward me, a roll, of papers in his hand." "Now," ho said tranquilly, seating himself in an. elbow chair which stood in front of the hearth, "I will dispose of your business, Master Cluddo." He paused, looking at me in a shrewd, masterful way, much as if—I thought at the time, little knowing how near the truth my fancy went—I were a beast ho was about to buy, and then he went on. "I have sent for you, Master Francis," he said dryly, fixing his piercing eyes on mine, "because I think that this country does not suit your health. You conform, but you conform with a bad grace, »nd England is 110 longer the place for such. YOU incite the commonalty against the queen's allies, and England is not the place for such. Do not contradict me. I 'hnvo heard you myself. Then," he continued, grimly thrusting out his jaw in a sour smile, "you misname those whom the tiueen honors, and were Dr, ^Stephens— you take mo, Master Malapert?—-such a man as his predecessors you would rue the word. For a trifle scarce weightier Wol- soy throw a jnan to rot six years in n dun. geon, boy!" I changed color, yet not so much in fear -r-thougb it were va,tn to eay I did not tremMo*-as in confusion. I had called, him Dr. Stephens indeed, but it had been to Petronilla only. I stood, not what to gay, until he, otter lingering on his last words to enjoy juy misery, resumed his subject. "That is one goo4 and sufficient reason—mind you, sufficient, bpy--why England is po place JOT yo»., Fpr,a.nPtber, theGluddos have always been goiters, acid yovj, though readier wtfted. SPWO, wfejk* comes of joyr Spanish aje quicfcep w.ifch M wgjd, " Angelina (to her husband, who is going to Paris—"on business," of course —without her)—Do you think, darling, you'll be able to enjoy yourself in Paris without me? Edwin—I'll try not to, clear. Believe me, Augy, I'll try my hardest not to. Ill Advised. "Hold on, old man, I can't take that feuca" Other Fellow (with sarcasm) half of it, then.— Brooklyn. Life. Take He Had a Sure Tiling. Young Hopeful (dressed in> his best clothes and standing in a pool of water) —rMothw, give roe a penny, or I'll lie down.—-Com.™ Outs. . Ono \V»y to Get Laudanum, "Will you fill that botlto one-third 1 of sweet oil, tho rest with laudanum?" This was tho request that the Gleaner heard as ho was standing at the counter of a, well known drug store on tho corner of Olive street, not far from the exppsitlpn building. Turning around to get a glimpse of the author 'of this request, he saw a young fellow of about 38. well built, with a florid complexion, sleepy looting §W eyes, a smooth face, with a pleasing but dissipated cast of countenance, "What did "he want with pil and.4audanuw mixed?" asked the Gleaner, Put of pure' curiosity, after the ypung fellow had left the stpre, \ . "To drink. J suppose," answered, clerk. "Re often enough for sickening stuff," "How doee ho manage the oil in i quantities?" "Of course be pours,the pll QH drinks the laudanum, but J can't- sell laudanum alone, and ho got some AORJHK, tp give him a prescription fp?'tli§ wp, mixed. They don't jnix, but fegop spparate, 6p that ho can pou? theqrje frpni tho otJie?, Ho used to como for it pnoe a wool?. WTO twice, and now he ppw'es every day, and. % expect that all WB gQlary wia^ wsjv i'pp the }a.udanuw fe-wnUwd spe^s j»w jnoney often than *h e wbtsKy toper, "**•$>_ .. Vhe w&'&i fAl °« i o alleged lack pf pltallty in JSnglsjjd, a. Parisian, sjvys ijor whoro ho }ia4 hoeu. p U°wi»lng observed as }jp COJWO d,9W't f you to ft gp.od. i J.ri

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