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THE IOWA, WtD$K8l>AY, »tttLY S4 t W»5. P^KlL&l 0 '" AUTHO * < *i s &TAN l>I 'n<*'««'*'it »I*CKT •"^AGeNTUMAI^OP F«»NC|* All I Copy right, 1KU, by Cassoll Publishing Co. riehts reserved.! vvnj- sMUiau if come in oar cried Sir Anthony fractiously. "Why indeed?" quoth the subtle one. "I say, why should it como now? I have hoard nml read of the sect called Lol- lards who gave trouble nwhilo ago. But they passed, and tho church stood. So •will these gospolcrs pnss, and the church willptund." "That isouv experience certainly, saui Ferdinand. "I hato cliango!" the old man continued, his cyra on the old church, tho old timbered house—for only tho gateway tower at Colon is of stone—tho old yew trees in tho churchyard. "I do not believe in it, and, what is more, I will not have it. As my fathers have worshiped so will I,'though it cost mo every rood of land! A fl'g for tho order in council!" "If you really will not change with the younger generations"— "I will not!" replied the old knight sharply. "There is an end of it!" Today tho reformed church in England has seen many an anniversary and grown stronger with each year, and wo can afford to laugh at Sir Anthony's arguments. We know better than ho did, for tho proof of the pudding is in the eating. But in him and his follows, who had only tho knowledge of their own day, such arguments were natural enough. All time, all experience, all history and custom and habit fts known to them woro on their side. Only it was onco again to bo tho battlo of David and tho giant of Gath. Sir Anthony had said, "There is an end of it!" But his companion, as ho presently strolled up to tho house with a smile on his saturnine face, well knew that this was only tho beginning of it. This was Friday. On tho Sunday, a rumor of tho ordei having gone abroad, a larger congregation than usual streamed across tho chaso to church, prepared to hoar some new thing. They were disappointed. Sir Anthony stalked in, as of old, through tho double ranks of people waiting at tho door to re- .ceivo him, and after him Ferdinand and •his wife and Petrouilla and Baldwin and , every servant from tho house save a cook -or two and tho porter. The church was full. Seldom had such a congregation been seen in it. But all passed as of old. Father Carey's hand shook indeed, and his voice quavered, but ho went through the . ceremony of the muss, and all was done in Latin. A little change would have been pleasant, some thought. But no ono in ithls country place on the borders of the forest hold very strong views. No bishop .had como heretic hunting to Coton End. Ko abbey existed to excite dislike by its extravagance, or by its license, or by the swarm of ragged idlers it supported. Father Carey was the most harmless and kindest of men. The villagers did not care way or tho other. To them Sir An. thony was king, and if any ono felt tempt•,ad to interfere tho old knight's face, as he gazed steadfastly at tho brass effigy of n Cludde who had fallen in Spain lighting against tho Moors, warned tho meddler to bo silont. • And so on that Sunday all went well. But some ono must have told tales, for iearly in tho week there came a strong let,ter of remonstrance from tho sheriff, who •was an old friend of Sir Anthony, and of his own free will, I fancy, would have winked. But ho was committed to tho Protestants and bound to stand or fall with them. Tho choleric knight sent back an answer by the same messenger. Tho sheriff replied, the knight rejoined—having his brother always at his elbow. The .upshot of tho correspondence was an announcement on tho part of tho sheriff that he should send his officers to the next service to see that the queen's order was .obeyed and a reply on tho part of Sir An thony that he should as certainly put tho men'in tho duck pond. Some inkling of this state of things got abroad and spread as a September lire flies through a wood, so that there was like to be such a congro gation as tho nest service to witness tho trial of strength as would throw tho last Sunday's gathering altogether into the shade. It was clear at last that Sir Anthony himself did not think that there was tho end of it, for on that Saturday afternoon he took a remarkable walk. He called Petronilla after dinner and bade her get her hood and como with him, and tho girl, who had seen so littlo of her father in tho last month, and who, what with rumors and fears and surmises, was eating her heart out, obeyed him with joy. It was a fine frosty clay near the close of December. Sir Anthony led tho way over tho plank bridge which crossed tho moat in the rear of the house and tramped steadily through the homo farm toward a hill called tho Woodman's View, which marked tho Border of tho forest. Ho did nob talk, but neither was he sunk in reverie. As he entered each field he stood and scanned it, at .times merely nodding, at times smiling: or again muttering a few words, such as, "Tho three acre piece! My father inclosed it!" or, "That is where Ferdinand killed the old mare!" or, "The best land, lor wheat on this side of tho house!" The hill climbed, ho stood a long time gazing over tho landscape, eying first tho fields anil meadows which stretched away from his feet toward the house, tho latter, as seen from this point, losiijg all Its stateliness Jn the mass of stacks and ricks one barns and granaries which surrounded it. Then his eyos traveled farther in the same .lino to the broad expanse of woodland^— .Coton Chase—through which tho rood passed along a ridge as straight as an ar row. To tho right were more fields, am hero and there amid them a homestead with its smaller ring of stacks and barns When ho turned to tho Igi't, his eyes, pass .ing over the shoulders of Brant hill am Mill Head copse and Beacon hill, all bul warks of tho forest, followed tho streak o river as it wound away toward Stratforc through luscious flood meadows, here grow .jqg wide and there narrow ns tho wood land.advanced or retreated. "IMsall mine,"he gakl as much to bimseU as to the girl. " It is all Cluddo land as far as you can, see." There were tears in her eyes, nndshe had ,to '-urn away to conceal them. vv by she haylly knew, for be suld nothing more, .and ho walked down thy hill dry eyed, hut all thu way homo ho stili looked Sharply .about, .uu'tiug this or that, as if lie were bidding farewell to tho old faniHiaj ob- jocts, the SBjnneys and copses—aye, a»a the very &aP s S'"W ) d 8 a RS uml " ie hollow trees vvhelptliepwls built. It was fto sod; ftn,d most w«Us the gM hftfl • saw- CHAPTER XXI11. •the north Wall of tho church at Coton Bad Is only four paces from the house, the shurch standing within the moat. Isolated as tho sacred building, therefore, 19 from the outer world by the Wide spread- Ing chase ai-d close massed with the homestead, Si* Anthony had some excuse for considering it as much a part of his demesne as the mill or the smithy. In words he would have been Willing to admit n distinction, but in thought I fancy he lumped Ifc with tho test of his possessions. It wns With a lowering eye that on this Sunday morning ho watched from his room over the gateway the unusual stream of people making for the church. Perchance ho had in his mind other Sundays —Sundays when ho had walked out at this hour, light of heart nnd kind of eyn, with his staff in his fist, and his glove dangling, and his dost nt his heels, and, free from care, had taken pleasure in each bonnet doffed and each old wife's "God bless ye, Sir Anthony!" Well, those days were gone. Now tho rain dripped from tho eaves—for a thnW had como in the night—and tho bells that could on occasion ring so cheerily sounded sad and forlorn. His daughter, when sho came, according to custom, bringing his great service book, could scarcely look him in tho face. I know not whether oven then his resolution to dare all might not at sound of a word from her or nt sight of her face have melted liko yesterday's ice, but before tho word could bo spoken or tho eyes meet another step rang on the stono' staircase, and Brother Ferdinand entered. "They are here!" ho said in a low voice. "Six of them, Anthony, and sturdy fellows, as all Clopton's men are. If you do not think your people will stand by you''—. Tho knight llred at this suggestion. "What," ho burst out, turning from tho window, "if Cluddo men cannot meet Clopton men, tho times aro indeed gone mtul! Make way and let me cornel Though tho mass be never said again In Coton church, it shall bo said today!" And ho sworo a great oath. Ho strode down tho stairs and under the gateway, whore were arranged, according to tho custom of tho house on wot days, all tho servants, with Baldwin and Martin Luther at their head. Tho knight stalked through them with a gloomy brow. His brother followed him, a faint smilo flickering about the corners of his mouth. Then caine Ferdinand's wife and Petronilla, tho latter with her hood drawn close about her face; Anne, with her chin in the air and her eyes aglow. "It is not a bit of a bustle will snare her!" Baldwin muttered as ho fell in behind her and eyed her back with no great favor. "No, so long as it does not touch her," Martin replied in a cynical whisper. "She is well mated—woll mated nnd ill fated I Ha, ha!" "Silence, fool!" growled his companion angrily. "Is this a time for antics?" '•Aye, it is!" Martin retorted swiftly, though with tho same caution, "for, when wise men turn fools, fools aro put to it to act up to their profession! You see, brother?" And ho deliberately cut a caper. His eyos were glistening, and tho nerves on one side of his face twitched oddly. Baldwin looked at him and muttered that Martin was going to have ono of his mad fits. What had grown on the fool of late? Tho knight reached tho church porch and passed through tho crowd which awaited him there. Save for its unusual size and some strange faces to bo seen on its skirts, there was no Indication of trouble. Ho walked, tapping his stick on the pavement a little more loudly than usual, to his place in tho front pew. Tho household, tho villagers, tho strangers, pressed in behind him until every seat was filled. Even tho table monument of Sir Piers Cludde, which stood lengthwise in the aisle, was seized upon, and if the two similar monuments which stood to right and left below tho chancel steps had not been under tho knight's eyes they, too, would have been invaded. Yet all was done decently and in order, with a clattering of rustic boots indeed, but no scrambling or ill words. Tho Clopton men were there. Baldwin had marked them woll, and so had a dozen stout fellows, sous of Sir Anthony's tenants. But they behaved discreetly, and amid such a silence as Father Carey never remembered to have faced he began the Roman service. The December light fell faintly through the east window on tho father at his ministrations, on his small acolytes, on the four Cluddo brasses before tho altar. It fell everywhere—on gray dusty walls but tressed by gray tombs which left but a narrow space in the middle of tho chancel. Tho marble crusader to tho loft matched the canopied bod of Sir Anthony's parents on tho right, tho abbess' tomb in the next row faced the plainer monument of Sir Anthony's wife, a vacant place by her side awaiting his own effigy, and there were others. Tho chancel was so small- nay, tho church, too—so small and old and gray and solid and tho tombs were so lassivo that they elbowed one another, 'he very dust which rose as men stirred was tho dust of Cluddos. Sir Anthony's jrow relaxed. Ho listened gravely and adly. And then tho interruption came. i protest!" a rough voice in rear of the crowd cried suddenly, ringing harshly and strangely above the father's accents and the solemn hush. "I protest against this service!" A thrill of astonishment ran through tho crowd, and all rose. Every man in tho church turned round, Sir Anthony among the first, and looked in the direction of tho voice. Then it was seen that the Clopton men had massed themselves about the door in the southwest corner, o strong position, whence retreat was easy, Father Carey, after a momentary Blanco, went on as if he had not heard, but his voice shook, and all still waited with their faces turned toward tho west end. "I protest in the name of tho queen!" the same man cried sharply, while his fellows raised a. munuir so that the priest's voice wos drowned. Sir Anthony stepped into the aisle, his face inflamed with anger. The interruption taking place there, in that place, seemed to him a double profanation. "Who is that brawler?" he said, bis hand trembling on his staff, and all the old dames trembled too. " Lot him stand out.' 1 The sheriff's spokesman was so concealed by his fellows that he could not be seen, but he answered olviUy enough. "Jam no brawler," ho said. "I only require the Jaw to bo observed, and that you fenowt sir. I a?n hero ou behalf of the sheriff, and. J warn all present that a continuation of this service will expose them to grievous .pains and penalties. If you desire it, I will read tho royal order to prove that; I do not speak without warrant." "Begone, knave, you and, your fellows!" Sir Anthony cried. A loyal man in all else, anij the last to deny tho queen's right or title, be had no reasonable nnswe? J<j and could, PRty W»6$ey. "leg^e, 4-9 you heart" he repeated, find he rafcffeti his staff on the pavement, and then, raising it, pointed to the door. All Coton thought the men must go, but tho men, perhaps because theyjsveto Clopton, did not go. And Si* Anthohy had not so completely lost his head as to proceed to extremities, except in the last resort. Affecting to consider tho incident at an end, ho stepped back into his pew Without waiting to see whether the Innh obeyed him or ho and resumed his devo- tlons Father Carey, at a nod from him, Went'on with the interrupted settice. But again the "priest had barely read a dozen lines before the same man inade the congregation start by crying lotidly, "Go ofiI" shouted Sit Anthony in a voice of thunder. "At your peril!" retorted tho intervene*. "Go on!" from Sir Anthony again. Father Carey stood silent, trembling and looking from one to the othef. Many a priest of his faith Would have risen oh the storm, and in the spirit of Hildebraiul hurled his church's curse at tho intruder. But tho father was not of these, nnd he hesitated, fumbling With his surplice with his feeble white hands. Hefented as much for his patron as for himself, and it was on tho knight that his eyes finally rested. But Sir Anthony's broW was black. He got no comfort there. So tho father took courage nnd a long breadth, opened his inotith and rend on amid the hush of suppressed excitement and of such auger and stealthy defiance as surely English church had never seen before. As ho read, how- over, ho gathered courage nud«his voice strength. Tho solemn words, so ancient, so familiar, fell on tho stillness of the church and awed oven tho sheriff's men. To tho surprise of nearly every one, there was no further interruption. Tho service ended quietly. So, after all, Sir Anthony had his way and stalked out, stiff and unbending. Nor was there any falling off, but rather nn increase, in tho respect with which his people rose, according to custom, as he passed. Yet under that increase of respect lay a something which cut tho old man to tho heart. Ho saw that his dependents pitied him while they honored him; that they thought him n fool for running his head against a stono wall—as Martin Luther put it—oven while they felt that there was something grand in it too. During tho rest of the day ho went about his usual employments, but probably with littlo zest. Ho had done what he hod done without any very clear idea how ho wns going to proceed. Between his loyalty in all else and his treason in this it would not have boon easy for a Solomon to choose a consistent path. And Sir Anthony was no Solomon. He chose at last to carry himself as if there were no danger, as if the thing which happened were unimportant. Ho ordered no change and took no precautions. Ho shut his ears to tho whispering which wont on among tho servants and his eyes to tho watch which by some secret order of Baldwin was kept upon tho Ridgoway. Ifc was something of a shock to him, therefore, when his daughter came to him after breakfast next morning, looking pale and heavy eyed, and breaking through tho respect which had hitherto kept her silent begged him to go away. "To go away?" he cried. He rose from his oak chair and glared at her. Then his feelings found their easiest vent in anger. "What do you mean, girl?" he blustered. "Go away? Go where?" . ' But sho did nofc quail. Indeed she hud her suggestion ready. "To tbo Mere farm in the forest, sir, she answered earnestly. "They will not look for you there, and Martin says"— "Martin? Tho fool!" His face grew redder and redder. This was too much. He loved order and discipline, and to be advised in such matters by a woman and a fool! It was intolerale! "Go to, girl!" ho cried, fuming. "I wondered where you had got your tale so pat. So you and tho fool have been putting your heads together? Go! Go and spin and leave these matters to men! Do you think that my brother, after travel ing the world over, has not got a head on his shoulders? Do you think, if there were danger, ho nnd I would not have foreseen it?" He waved his hand and turned away ex pecting her to go, but Petronilla did not go Sho had something else to say, and though tho task was painful sho was re solved to say it. "Father, ono word," she murmured. "•About my uncle." "Well, well? What about him?" "I distrust him, sir," sho ventured in a low tone, her color rising. "Tho servants do not liko him. They fear him and suspect him of I know not what." "The servants!" Sir Anthony answered in an awful tone. Indeed it was not tho wisest thing sho could have said, but the consequences were averted by n sudden alarm and shouting outside. Half a dozen voices, shrill or threatening, seemed to rise at once. The knight strode to the window, but the noise appeared to como, not from the Chaso upon which it looked, but from the courtyard or the rear of tho house. Sir Anthony caught up his stick, and followed by the girl ran down the steps. Ho pushed aside half a dozen women who had likewise been attracted by the noise and hastened through the narrow passage which led to the wooden bridge in the rear of tho buildings. Here, in the close on tho far side of the moat, a strange scone was passing. Adoz- en horsemen were grouped in tho middle tioof, hn.i ttole'fc up to the teat of the house, nttd without saying with yoUt leave or by your leave had Snapped up the poot priest, Who happened to bo Wandering in that direction. Pfobably ho had intended to force nn entrance, but he had laid aside the plan when he Saw his i only retreat menaced by the watchful Baldwin, Who was not to be caught napping. The knight took nil this In at a glance, and his gofge rose ns much nt the Clopton men's trick as nt the danger In which Father Cfttoy stood. So he lost his head nnd made matters "Who are these villains," ho cried in a Inge, his face aflame, "who come attacking men's houses in time of peace? Begone, or 1 Will have at ye!" -Sir Anthony," Clopton cried, interrupting him, "in heaven's name, do hot carry Mid thing farther! Give hio way in the queen's hanie, nnd 1 Will"— What he would do wns never known, for nt that last word, nwny nt tho house, behind Bit Anthony, there was n puff of smoke, and down went the sheriff headlong, horse and man, while the report of nil arquebus fang dully found the building. The knight gazed, horrified, but the damage Was done nnd could hot bo tin* done— hny, mote, the Coton ineh took tho sound for a signal. With a shout, before Sir Anthony could Ihtetfere, they made a dash for tho group of horsemen. The latter, uncertain and hampered by tho fall of their lender, who wns iiot hit, but Was stunned beyond giving orders, did the best they could. They let their prisoners go with a curse, and then, raising Sir Philip nnd forming a rough line, they charged toward the gate by which they had entered. Tho footmen stood the brunt gallantly, and for n moment tho sharp ringing of quarter staves and tho shivering of steel told of ns pretty n combat ns ever took place on level sward in full view of nn English homo. Tho spectators could see Baldwin doing wonders. His men backed him up bravely, but In the end tho impetus of tho horses told, tho footmen gave way nnd fled aside, nnd the strangers passed them. A littlo more skirmishing took place at tho gateway, Sir Anthony's men being deaf to all his attempts to call them off, and then the Clopton horse got clear, and shaking their fists and vowing vengeance rode off toward the forest. They loft two of their men on tho field, however, one with n broken arm and ono with a shattered kneecap, while tho house party on their side, besides sundry knocks and bruises, could show ono deep sword cut, a broken wrist and half a dozen nasty wounds. "My poor little girl!" Sir Anthony whispered to himself ns ho gazed with scared eyes at the prostrate men and the dead horses and comprehended what had happened. "This is a hanging business! Inarms against the queen! What ami to do?" And ns ho went back to the house in a kind of stupor he muttered again: "My littlo girl! My poor little girl!" I tancy that in this terrible crisis he looked to get support and comfort from his brother, that old campaigner who had scon so many vicissitudes and knew by heart so many shifts. But Ferdinand, though ho thought tho event unlucky, had little to say and less to suggest and seemed Indeed to have become on a sudden flaccid and lukewarm. Sir Anthony felt himself thrown on his own resources. "Who fired tho shot?" he asked, looking about tho room in a dazed fashion. "It was that which did the mischief," ;he continued, forgetting his own hasty chal- ° "I think it must have been Martin Luther," Ferdinand answered. But Martin Luther, when ho was accused, denied this stoutly. He had been so far along the Ridgoway, he said, that, though ho had returned at once on hearing tho shot fired, he had arrived too late for the fight. The fool's stomach for a fight was so well known that this seemed probable enough, and though some still suspected him the origin of tho unfortunate signal was never clearly determined, though in after days shrewd guesses were mode by some. For a few hours it seemed as if Sir Anthony had sunk into his former state of indecision. But when Petronilla came again to him soon after noon to beg him to go into hiding she found his mood had altered. "Go to the Mere farm?" he said, not angrily now, but firmly nnd quietly. "No, girl, I cannot. I have been in fault, and I must stay and pay for it. If I left theso poor fellows to bear the brunt, I could never hold up my head again. But do you go now nnd tell Baldwin to come tome." She wont and told the stern, down looking steward, and ho came up. "Baldwin," said tho knight when the door was shut and the two were alone "you are to dismiss to their homos all tho tenants— who have indeed been called ou without my orders. Bid them go and keep the peace, and I hope they will nob bo molested. For you and Father Carey, you must go into hiding. Tho Mere farm will toflttet? Alas! on the, thifd day the doubt waa resolved. Two or three boys, who hnd been sent out as scouts, came in with news that there was n strong watch set on tho Ridgewny, that the paths through the forest wefo guarded, that bodies of armed men Were arriving in the neighboring til- lages, an'd that Soldiers had been demand- ed—ot so it was said—from Warwick nnd Worcester, and even from a place as far away as Oxford. Probably it was only the sheriff's torudence which had postponed the crisis, and now it had come. The net was drawn all round. As the day closed in on Coton nnd tho sun set angrily among the fofest trees the boys' tale. Which grow no doubt in the telling, passed from one to another, nnd men swore and looked out of window, and women wept in corners. In tho tower room Sir Anthony sat nwaltlhg the summons and wondered What ho could do to save his daughter from possible rudeness, or even hurt, at tho hands of theso strangers. There wns one man missing from hall nnd kitchen, but few in the suspense noticed his absence. The fool had heard the boys' story and, Unable to remain inactive under sitch excitement, ho presently stolo off In tho dusk to tho fear of the house. Hero ho managed to cross tho moat by means of n plank, which he then drew over nnd hid in the grass. This quietly managed—Baldwin, bo it Said, had strictly forbidden any ono to leave the house- Martin made off with a grim chuckle toward tho forest, and following tho main track lending toward Wootton Wnwen presently came among the trees upon a couple of sentinels. They henrd him, saw him indistinctly nnd made n rush for him, but this was just tho sport Martin liked and tho fun ho had come for. His quick snr apprised him of the danger, nnd in a second ho wns lost in tho underwood, his mocking laugh and shrill taunts keeping tho poor men on tho shudder for the next ten minutes. Then tho uncanny accents died away, nnd satisfied with his sport and tho knowledge ho had gained tho fool made for home. As ho sped quickly across tho last field, however, ho was astonished by tho sight of a dark figure in tho very act of launching his (Martin's) plank across tho moat. "Ho, ho!" tho fool muttered in a fierce undertone. "That Is it, is It? And only one! If they will corao ono by one, like tho plums in tho kitchen porridge, I shall make a fine meal!" Ho stood book, crouching down on tho grnss, and watched tbo unknown, his eyes glittering. The stronger was a tall, big fellow, a formidable antagonist But Martin cared nothing for that. Hnd ho not his long knife, ns keen ns his wits— \vhen they were at home, which was not always. Ho drew it out now, and under cover of tho darkness crojpt'.nenrcr and nearer, his blood glowing pleasantly, though the night wns cold. How lucky it was ho had como out! He could hnrdly restrain tho "Ho, ho!" which roso to his lips. He meant to leap upon tho man on this side of tho water, that there might bo no telltnle traces on tho farther bank. But the stranger was too quick for him in this. Ho got his bridge fixed and began to cross before Martin could crawl near enough. As ho crossed, however, his feet made a slight noise on tho plank, and un der cover o'f it tho fool roso and ran for ward, then followed him over with tho stealthiness of a cat. And, like a cat, too the moment the stranger's foot touched tho bonk Martin sprang on him with hi fcnifo raised—sprang on him silently, with bis teeth grinning and his eyes aflame. [CONTINUED.] of a bttflo beater. lAfcadio Hoftfn writes in The Atlantic of a visit to a Japanese curio dealef, who Shows him hU collection of josses. Ho iu the dusk of the great godown tho spectacle was more than Wcifd; it was ap- paritionnl. Arhats nnd Btiddhns and Bodhisnttvna and tho shapes of a mythology older than they filled all the shndowy Space, hot tanked by hierarchies, as in a temple, but inifagled Without order, as in a silent pahic. Out of the Wilderness of multiple heads and broken aureoles and hands uplifted In menace o* in prayer, a shimmering confusion of dusty gold half lighted by cobWebbcd alf holes in the heavy Walls, 1 could afc first discern littlo. Then, as the dimness cleared, I began to distinguish •personalities. I saw Wvvnn- non of many forms, Jezo of many names, Shakn, Yakushl, Amidn, tho Buddhas nnd thelf disciples. They wore very old, and their art wns not nil of Japan, nor of any ohe place or time. There were shapes from Korea, China, India—treasures brought over sea In the rich days of tho early Buddhist missions. Some were seated upon lotus flowers, tho lotus flowers of the ap- paritlonal birth. Some rode leopards, ti- cers, lions or monsters mystical, typifying lightning, typifying death. One, triple headed and many handed, sinister nnd splendid, seemed moving through the gloom on n throne of gold, unliftcd by a phalanx of clcphi-nts. Fudol saw, shrouded and shrined ii. flre, and Maya-Fujiu, riding her celestial peacock, and strangely mingling with those Buddhist visions, as in tho anachronism of a Limbo, armored efflglcs of daimio nnd images of the Chinese sages. Thoro were huge forms ol wrath, grasping thunderbolts and rising to tho roof, the Dova kings, like imperso nations of hurricane power, tho m-O, guardians of long vanished temple gates. Also there were forms voluptuously feminine. The light grace of tho limbs folded within their lotus cups, the suppleness of tho fingers numbering the numbers of the good law, were ideals possibly inspired In somo forgotten time by tho charm of an ndian dancing girl. Shelved against the naked brickwork above, I could perceive multitudes of lesser shapes; demon figures with eyes that burned through the dark ike tho eyes of a black cat, and figures half man, half bird, winged and beaked like eagles—the Tengu of Japanese fancy. "Woll?" queried tho curio dealer, with chuckle of satisfaction at my evident what of you, Sir Anthony?" the steward asked, amazed at this not of folly. "I shall remain here," the knight re- P "You will bo taken, " said Baldwin, after n pause. ,,,,.. "Very well," said the knight. The man shrugged his shoulders and was silent. , , _. . "What do you mean?" asked Sir Anthony in ang*. "Why, just that I cannot do it," Baldwin answered, glowering at him, with a flush on his dark cheek. "That is what I mean. Let the priest go. J cannot go and Then you will be banged!" quoth the knight warmly. "You have been in arms against the queen, you .fool! You will be hanged as sure as you stay here!" »Then J shall be hanged," wjrtlefl.ttw steward sullenly, "TMw sever was a Cludde hanged yet without one to keep him company. To heap of it would raake my grandsire turn i» bis grave out there, I dare not do it, Sir Anthony, and that Js tbo fact. But for the rest I will do us you bi Vpd' he hftd his way. But never bad evening fallen more strangely and sadly at Uoton before. The rain pattered drearily in the courtyard. jFJw drawbridge, by Baldwin's order, had been pulled up, the plants over the moM in twe rear Flower Colors. Yellow and white. Botanists are agreed that tho earliest petals wore yellow, and that originally all flowers were of that color. Tho order of development of color in flowers appears to bo yellow, pink, red, purple, lilac, up to deep blue— probably she highest level— while white may occur in any normally colored flower, just as albinos aro found among animals. As flowers become more specialized, they become more dependent upon the visits of special insects, purple and blue flowers, for instance, benefiting most from and being most preferred by bees and butterflies. A French authority states that about 4 200 species of plants are utilized for various purposes in Europe. Of these only about one-tenth have an agreeable perfume, tho others being either inodorous or having an unpleasant smell. White flowers are the most numerous. Ono thousand one hundred and twenty-four species out of 4,200 are white, and 187 of these have a scent; 931 (77 perfumed) are yellow. Next in order comes rod, with 833, of which 84 give forth a perfume; then blue, o94 (84 scented), and violet, 308, only 13 of which have any perfume. The remaining 40( kinds are of various shades of color, and only 28 of them have a pleasant smell.— Boston Standard. It is a very great collection," I responded. , , He clapped his hand on my shoulder and exclaimed triumphantly in my ear, "Cost mo 850,000." But tho images themselves told mo bow much more was their cost to forgotten pioty, notwithstanding the cheapness of artistic labor in the cast; also they told me of the dead millions whose pilgrim feet had worn hollow the steps leading to their shrines, of the buried mothers who used to suspend littlo baby dresses before thoir nl- tnrs, of tho generations of children taught to murmur prayers to them, of tho countless sorrows and hopes confided to them. Ghosts of the worship of centuries had followed them into esile. A thin, sweet odor. of incense haunted all the dusty place. , His Njew Poster. A good story is ' told at the expense of a prominent Chestnut street hotel keeper. Employed as a porter about the hotel was an elderly man named Mike, woh had been an attache of tho hotel for eight years. His most prominent feature, and one of which he was very proud, was a beard of luxuriant growth. Ono day last week the proprietor of the hostelry was pacing the lobbv when Mike happened to pass, ihe proprietor was in a very disagreeable frame of mind, and he stopped and looked at Mike with an evil light in his eye. "Como here, you!" he yelled at tho porter. "How long have you been here?" "Nigh on to eight years, sor." "Woll, you've been hero long enough. You needn't como back tomorrow. I'm tirod of seeing you about." The poor porter was thunderstruck. He went to his friend, tho day clerk, and told him all about it. "What'll Oi do?" sari he. "Oi'vonwoife an family for t' support, an Oi can't get another job." The clerk thought for n moment and then said suddenly: "I have it. You go home and shave oft your beard, and then go .to the boss and toll him you heard ho needed a porter. Mike followed this advice tho next day and secured tho situation, becoming his own successor, Tho proprietor has never suspected the trick.— Philadelphia Record. MISRULE. "In heaven's name, do not carry the thing farther!" of the field about a couple of prisoners, while round the gate by which they ba4 entered stood n§ many stout men on foot headed by Baldwin and armed with pike nnd staves. These seemed to be taunting the cavaliers and daring them to come on, On the wooden bridge by which the knight stood were half a dozen of the servants, also orwed, SJr Antony recog nised, in, tho leading horseman SJr P-bUJ Clopton, and Jo the prisoners Father 0arey a«4 oee p| the wwMjnaen, an be po4»pruhen,d.04. What ha,a JB toe most «WUsB|te| sha» fip* steal upon us again!" be muttered. » An* if w roust purrender th«y shall see we do it wUUPgly- The tenants bad gone to their homes and their wives, Only the servants w inained. They pluetered, spleron wOw- rowlui, abwt the hearth in the great hall, SJSlng If « ip» bwfc* without or » coil Anthony Despotism That Grew Up In Egypt Under Turkey. The condition of Egypt at the time seeks in vain a parallel in history. Saladln had followed a tradition of eastern despotism in the formation of a bodyguard destitute of all ties except those which bound them to his person. Purchased as infants in Georgia or Circassia, they were, like the janizaries nt Constantinople, trained to arms as an exclusive profession, and mounted on the finest steeds of Arabia became the elite of bis army. In time this body of acute and powerful wen transformed itself into a warrior caste, was dl* vided into 34 companies and obeyed no authority except that of its gaptains, These were known in oriental phrase as ibeyg, tbe subordinates wore themselves wbftt we call tbe Mamelukes, and tho wbole wrroeq a kind of chivalry which governed the land witb despotic power, and caring notb' ing for the nominal suzerainty of tfte sultan bade defiance to bis shaky authority- The flrst portion of Bonaparte's proclamation sketched the evils of Mameluke tyranny ; tho second called on the populace to aid their liberators. "We, too, are true Mussulmans. Is it not we who havpde* etroyed the pope tbat said way wusjs be made on tbe Mussulmans? Is itiugiwe wjio have destroyed tbo Knights of Malta because those insensate chevaliers believed God wanted them to make war QB M.P* Thrice happy they who are on They shall prosper i» their for- iftd. in their place. Happy those who They shall and shall Bu.t The Short And. Brewer says the sign & is called "and- ers, ampers or amprus." It is sometimes called "short and." In olden times it was known as ampersand, but that word long ago fell into disuse. It is simply n contracted and rapidly made form of tbe Latin et. The name ampersand is derived from "and-por-se-and"—that is, a single symbol which in itself is and. Ampersand, meaning &, is used in chapter 21 of "Adam Bede" (1859); also in a poem in Punch of April 17, 1869. The first of the stanzas in the poem alluded to is as follows; Of all the types in a printer's hand. Commend me to the ampersand, For he's tbo gentleman (seems to roe) Of the typographical comp&nie, Oh, my Pioe little ampersand, My graceful, swanHfce ampersand, Nothing that Cadmus ever planned Equals my elegant ampersand I ^-Brooklyn Eagle. A good many .specimens of the thunder snake are found In this section. This °U', ;, rious reptile no dpu,b,t belong to the |*awf^ snake fawily, which is, properly speafeitt& >, a true lizard. In color it is quite a beauty, ,«• being composed of alternate rings ojreq, , and white, and the length is anywhere , from 6 to 18 inches. Tho peculiarity of. this snake lies in its ability to reproduce,;., lost parts of its body. The negroes bere</ about say that these snakes fall to. piftqef whenever it thunders, b,ut that they afte ward M go back, together again," 10 that - Toally impossible to df™ * hm • Cotter in PhUadel f have tiwe fc> array Thefte First She-i&w yWiouiotts mew Here he has written TO e a letter Q ing juy pyeg *Q gtam w twfo to awl iwwwWttMrt * ho ftu » tho fcrigbtaeas of w' g)w~{ don't pa} that

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