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TANlEY" AWEYi/lAAff.
/U| THOU or “THE IN BLACK.",
“A GENTLEMAN OF FRANCE ”, E TC E re .
COPYRIGHT 189.4 BY CASSElt PUBLISH INC* CO. ALL BIGHTS' RESERVED
CHAPTER I.
On the boundary line between the two
counties of Warwick and Worcester there
le a road very famous in those parts and
called the Ridgoway. Father Carey used
to say— and no better Latinist could be
found for a score of miles round in the
times of which I write—that it was made
by the Romans, It runs north and south
along the narrow spine of the country,
wbtob is spread out on either side like a map
ot a picture. As you fare southward you
lee on your right hand the green orchards
and pastures of Worcestershire stretching
aafaras the Malvern hills. You have in
front of you Bredon hill, which is a won¬
derful hill, for if a man goes down the
Aron by boat it goes with him, now bo
fore and now behind, a whole day’s jour¬
ney, and then stands in the same place.
And on the left hand you have the great
forest of Arden and not much besides, ex¬
cept oak trees, which grow well in War¬
wickshire.
I describe this road, firstly, because it is
a notable one and 40 years ago was the
only Queen’s highway, to call a highway,
ln that country. Tho rest were mere horse
tracks. Secondly, because the chase wall
of Coton End runs along tho side of it for
two good miles, and the Cluddes—I am
Francis Cludde—have lived at Coton End
by the Ridgoway time out of mind, prob¬
ably—for tho name smacks of the soil
before the Romans made the road. And,
thirdly, because 40 years ago, on a driz¬
zling February day in 1555—second year
of Mary, old religion just re-established—
a number of people were oollectcd on this
read, forming 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 ar
rival of consequence.
First, there was my uncle Sir Anthony,
tall and lean. He wore his best black vel
Vet doublet and clonk and had put them
on with an air of huge importance. This
Increased each timo he turned, staff in
hand, and surveyed his following, nnd ns
regularly gave place to a “Pshaw!” of
veiation and petulant glance when his eye
rested on me. Close beside nim, looking
important, too, but anxious and a little
frightened as well, stood good Father
Carey. Tho 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
tho fact. At a more respectful distance
were ranged Baldwin Moor, the steward,
and a dozen servants, while still farther
away less lounged as many ragmufflns—land¬
men, who swarmed about every gen¬
tleman’s door in those times and took toll
of such abbey lauds as the king might
have given him. Against one of the stone
gate pillars I leaned myself, 19 years nnd
6 months oid, and none too wise, though
well grown and as strong as one hero and
there. And perched on the top of the
twin post, with his chin on his knees and
his hands clasped about them, was Mar¬
tin Luther, the fool.
Martin had chosen this elevated position
partly out of curiosity and partly perhaps
under a strong sense of duty. He knew
that, whether he would or no, he must
needs look funny up there. His nose was
red, 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 the the stems of the
oak trees, the leaden sky, proved too much
for him in the end. "A watched pot never
boils!” he grumbled.
“Silence, sirrah!” commanded my uncle
angrily. “This is no time for your fool
fug. Have a eare how you talk in the
same breath of pots and my lord bishop.”
“Sanctaa ecclesi®," Father Carey broke
out, turning up bis eyes in a kind of ec¬
stasy, as though be were knee to knee with
the prelate—"to defensorem inclytum
atque ardentem”—
"Pottuml” cried I, laughing loudly at
my own wit.
It was an ill mannered word, but I was
cold and peevish. I had been forced to
this function against my will. I had never
reen the guest whom we were expecting,
and who was no other than the queen’s
liked chancellor, Stephen Gardiner, but I dis¬
him as if I had. In truth, he was
related to us in a peculiar fashion, which
my uncle and I naturally looked at from
different standpoints.
Sir Anthony viewed with complacence,
if not with pride, any connection with the
powerful bishop of Winchester, for tho
knight knew the world and could appre¬
ciate the value it sets on success and the
blind eyes it has for spots if they do but
•Peckle (he risen snn. I conld make no
such allowance, but, with the pride of
youth and family, at once despised the
Peat bishop for his base blood and blush¬
ed that the shame lay on our side. I hated
this parade of doing honor to him and
would fain have hidden at home with Pe
wonilla, my cousin, Sir Anthony’sdaugh
end awaited our guest there. The
knight, however, had not permitted this,
end I had been forced out, being in the
worst of humors.
So I said ■ • Pottum I” and laughed.
uerceiy. "Silence, boy!” cried Sir Anthony
He loved an orderly procession
end to arrange things decently. “Silence!"
™ repeated, darting an angry glance first
at me and then at his followers, “or I will
*«m that jacket of yours, lad! And you,
-Martin Luther, see to your tongue for the
hc*t 24 hours and keep ft off my lord
PMOop; And, Father Carey, hold yourself
ready”_
*4 bere S ’ 1 Mot Pot cometh 1” cried
undaunted Martin, skipping nimbly
own fcqm b j s pQgj. 0 f vantage “and a
cozen of London saucepans with him,
fir may I never lick the inside of one
CONYERS, GA„ SATURDAY, MARCH 23,1395.
again!”
A jest on the sauciness of London serv¬
ing men was sure to tell with the crowd,
and there was a great laugh at this, espe¬
cially among tho landless men, who were
on the skirts of the party and well shel¬
tered from Sir Anthony's eye. Ho glared
about him, provoked to find at this critic¬
al moment smiles where there should have
been looks of deference, and a ring round
a fool where he had marshaled a proces¬
sion. Unluckily he chose to visit his dis¬
pleasure upon me. “You won’t behave,
won't you, you puppy!” hs cried. ‘‘Yon
won’t, won’t you!” and stepping forward
he ainwd a blow at my shoulders, which
would have made me rub myself if it had
reached me. But I was too quick. I step¬
ped back, the stick swung idly, and the
crowd laughed.
And there the matter would have ended,
for tho bishop’s party were now close upon
ns, had not my foot slipped on the wet
grass and I fallen backward. Seeing me
thus at his mercy, the temptation proved
too much for tho knight. Ho forgot his
love of scomliness nnd even that his visit¬
ors were at his elbow, nnd stooping a
moment to plant home a oouple of shrewd
cuts cried: ‘‘Take thatl Take that, my
lad!” in a voice that rang ns crisply ns his
thwacks.
I was up in an Instant. Not that the
pain was anything, and before our own
people I should have thought as little of
shame, for if the old may not lay band to
the young, being related, where is to be
any obedience? Now, however, my first
glance met the grinning faces of strange
lackeys, and while my shoulders still
smarted the laughter of a couplo of sober¬
ly clad pages stung a hundred times more
sharply I glared furiously round, and
my eyes fell on one face—a face long re¬
membered. It was that of a man who
neither smiled nor laughed; 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 the keen glance
of power which passed over me, took me
in and did not acknowledge mo; which
eaw uiy humiliation without interest or
amusement. The 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 Ste¬
phen Gardiner, whom in my thoughts I
had presumed to belittle.
1 stood irresolute a moment, shifting
my feet, and glowering at him, my face on
firo But when he raised his hand to give
the benediction, and tho more devout, or
those with mended hose, fell on their
knees in the mud, 1 turned my back ab¬
ruptly, and climbing the wall flung away
across the chase.
“What, Sir Anthony!” I heard him sny
as I stalked off, his voice ringing clear
and incisive amid the reverential silence
which followed the Latin words. “Have
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 tono, “and a willful boy at times.
You know of him. He has queer notions
of his own, put into his head long ago.”
I caught no more, my angry strides
oaTrying me out of earshot. Fuming, I
hurried across tho long damp grass, avoid¬
ing here and there the fallen limb of an
elm or a huge round of holly. I wanted to
get out of the way and be out of the way,
aDd made suoh haste that before the slow¬
ly moving cavalcade had traversed one-half
of the Interval between the road and the
bouse I had reached the bridge which
crossed tho moat, and pushing my way
impatiently through the maids and scul¬
lions who had flocked to it to see the
show bad passed into the courtyard.
The light was failing, and tho place
looked dark and gloomy ln spite of the
warm glow of burning logs which poured
from the lower windows and some show
of green boughs which bad been placed
over the doorways in honor of the occa¬
sion. 1 glanced up at a lattice in one of
the gables, the window of Petronilla’s lit¬
tle parlor. There was no face af it, and I
turned fretfully into tho hall—and, yes,
there she was, perohod up in one of the
high window scats. She was looking out
on the chase, as the maids were doing.
Yes, as the 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 her.
“Well,” I said ungraciously as she start¬
ed, hearing me at her shoulder, “well,
have you seen enough of him yet, cousin?
You will, I warrant you, before he leavea
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 sbo did not look
at me immediately. This, of course, kept
my anger 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!
did turn her soft dark eyes upon me. She
was a slender, willowy girl in those days,
with a complexion clear, yet pale—-a maid- j
en all bending and gracefulness, yet with j ;
a great store of secret firmness, as I was to
learn. “He seems as handsoroo an old
man,” she continued, “as I have ever met,
ffim atih^s d^cTwba 1 ; TthTuLtZ
with you, Francis? What has put you
ont? angrily
“Put me out!" I retorted
“Who said anything had put me out?”
But I reddened under her eyes. I was I
Jppging totell her gU ao. 4 be pwjfqrted,
while at tho sSiue time I shrank with a
man's shame from saying to her that I
had been beaten.
'lean see that something is the mat
ter, " she said sagely, with her head on one
side, and that air of being the eider which
she often assumed with me, though she
was really tho younRer by two years,
•Why did you not wait for tho others?
Why have you come home alone? Frun
ois, ” with sudden conviction, "you have
vexed my father! That is it!”
Ho has beaten mo liko a dog!” I blurt
ed out passionately, "and before them all!
Before those strangers he flogged met”
She had her back to the window, and
some faint gleam of wintry sunshine, pass¬
ing through the gules of the shield bla¬
zoned behind her, cast a red stain on her
dark hair and shapely head. She was si¬
lent, probably through pity or consterna¬
tion, but I could not see her face and mis¬
read her. I thought her hard, and, resent¬
ing this, bragged on with a lad’s empty
violence.
‘‘He did, but I will not stand it! I give
you warning, I won’t stand it, Petronil
ia!” and I stamped, young bully that I
was, until the dust sprang out of the
boards and the hounds by the distant
hearth jumped up and whined. “No, not
for all tho base bishops in England!” I
continued, taking a step this way and
that. "He had better not do it again! If
he does, I tell you it will be the worse for
some one!”
"Francis,” she exclaimed abruptly,
‘‘you must not speak in that way I”
But I was too angry to be silenced,
though instinctively 1 changed my ground.
“Stephen Gardiner!" 1 cried furiously.
‘‘Who is Stephen Gardiner, 1 should like
to know? He has no right to call himself
Gardiner at all! Dr. Stephens he used to
tall himself, I have heard. A child with
Bo name but his godfather’s; that is what
he is, for all his airs and Ms bishopric!
Who is he to look on and see a Cludde
beaten? If my uncle does not take care”—
“Francis!" she cried again, cutting mo
Bhort ruthlessly. “Be silent, sir!” And
this time I was silent. “You unmnnly
boy,” she continued, her face glowing
With indignation, “to threaten my father
before my facol How daro you, sir? How
dare you? And who aro you, you poor
child,” she exclaimed, with a startling
change from invootivo to sarcasm—“who
are you to talk of bishops, 1 should like to
know?”
“One,” I said sullenly, “ who thinks less
of cardinals and bishops than some folk,
Mistress Petronilia!” ^
"Aye, I know,” she retorted scathingly
—“I know that you are a kind of half
hearted Protestant—neither fish, flesh nor
f °“I
am what my 1 father made me!" I
,
““At any rate,” she replied, "you do not
see how small you aro. or you would not
talk of bishops. T Heaven help usl That a
: boy who , has done nothing.and „„„„ seen noth
h.g should talk of the queen s chancellorl
country °or’ cut
may talk of ouch -en-men who could
the unmake pe D I you ion, andl to talk yours so with of Stephen a^troko Gar- of
»nd li.id l«8
hand extended toward me. I could scarce
ly understand or' believe thot this was^my
noSln«Sd a mTl
W Tt
happened that th^servantscam^hur
dishes and knives, and the noise covered
my retreat. I had a fancy afterward that,
as 1 moved away, Petronilia called to me.
But at the time, what with the confusion
and my J,... own disorder, b.w.u. I paid no heed to
h„; ;r i. „< .,.1.
a ” y s°ha n
t was a rp losson. But my feelings,
when, being alone, I had time to feel,
need not be set down. After events made
them of no moment, for I was even then
„ , n that nil
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and I was not » top my fee
usua/with voice,“raised in a harsher tone than was dis
him, even when he was
P “C?me S her“Xahl” he cried roundly,
“Come here, L Master Francis! I nave .
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numerable bodiless faces all turned up to
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• fur, the chain of office, I remembered aft
erward.
"Now, boy,” thundered Sir Anthony,
pointing out tho place where 1 should
. 1
stand, "what hnve you tosoy for yourself*
l Why hnve you so misbehaved this after
, noon? Let your tongue speak quickly, do
you hear, or you will smart for it. And
| let l it be to about tho purpose, boy!” something—
was to answer
whether it was likely to make things
worse or better I cannot remember—when
Gardiner staid me. He laid his band
gently on Sir Anthony’s sleeve and inter
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Be raised his voice with the last words.
posed. “One moment,” lie said mildly.
"Your nephew did not stay for the church’s
blessing, I remember. Perhaps he has
scruples. Thero are people nowadays who
have. Let us hoar if it bo so.”
This time it was Sir Anthony who did
not lot me answer.
“No, no!” he cried hastily. “No, not
It is not so. He conforms, my lord; he
Conforms. You conform, sir,” he contin¬
ued, turning fiercely upon me, "do you
not? Answer, sir.”
“Ahl” the bishop put ln, with r. sneer,
"you conform, do you?”
“I attend mass—to please my uncle,” I
replied boldly.
“He was ill brought up as a child,” Sir
Anthony said hastily, speaking in a tone
which thoso below could not hear. “But
you know all that, my lord—you know all
that. It Is an old story to you. So I make
and I pray you to make, for the sake of
tho house, some allowance. He conforms.
He undoubtedly conforms."
“Enough!” Gardiner assented. “The
rest is for tho good priest here, whose min¬
istrations will no doubt in time avail. But
a word with thi9 young gentleman, Sir
Anthony, on another subject. If It was
»°* to tha hol y offlc « ha ob J« Pf h »P»
it was to the queen s chancellor or to the
9 uean? ” «*’ ra ‘f d > lis volce ^' tb t hc las ‘
words and bent his brows, that . 1 could
so
sca “ e, F '’fJJST® ** wns • ho ,lldn
speaking. P « “Eh, sir, was that so?” he con
as | do An .
remonstrance and glowering at
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knight, unabie
{o contfifn !limEe lf. It was clear that he
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Thomas Wyatt had any following In this
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the queen « marriage with the prince of
Si 10 1 "’ which was the ground, as we gath
ered , here, of W yatt’s rising wi h the Kent
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tllat 1)0 not su j '• tor P art ’ would rath
a f lavfc her u ' aTri S; d to H st0 " t Eng
Uehman-aye or to a I renchman. ,
And w liy younggi ntlemnn
Bocause I would we kcptrtt peace with
“Whoever
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{ applause ln the haH b( .iow.
for France,” I continued, carried
away by this, “ we have been flghting it
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wtat we had to begin. Besides I am told
that ^ance is five times stronger than it
was ln Henry V’s time, and we should
orb**? m jf 1 ^ n -'‘T'
‘Why, my father taught the French at
£“ lnegata l grandfather at Cher
bonrg, and his father at Aginoourt But
XS^K’’I«v
swered warmly, “and colonizing Here
among the newly discovered countries of
toe world, and getting all tho trade, and
and Spain, after all, is a nation with no
excited and raising f my ^ voico, “that now
^ Qur t , me or ncv( r , he Ppaniard8 and
the Portuguese have discovered a new
world over seas.
“A Castilla y a Leon
Nnevo mundo dio Colon!
say they, but, depend upon it, every coun¬
try that is to be rich and strong in the
time that is coming must have part in it.
We cannot conquer either Spain or France;
we have not men enough. But we have
docks and sailors and ships in London
and Fowey and Bristol and the Cinqne
ports, enough to fight Spain over the great
seas, and I say, Have at her!' ”
"What next?” groaned Sir Anthony
pitecusly. “Did man ever hear such
crackbrained nonsense?”
But I think it was not nonsense, fay his
words were almost lost in the cry which
ran through toe hall as I ceased speaking
—4 cry of English voioet On? moment
my heart beat high and proudly with a
new sonso of power; the next, as a shadow
of a cloud falls on a sunny hillside, the
cold sneer on the statesman’s face fell on
me and chilled me. His set look had
neither thawed nor altered, his color lmd
neither cqpie nor gone. "You speak your
lesson well, lad," he said. "Who taught
you statecraft?"
I grew smaller, shrinking with each
word ho uttered, and faltered and was
dumb
"Come,” he said, “you seo but a little
vny. Vet country lads do not talk of
’fowey and Brtstol! Who primed you?”
”1 met a Master Sebastian Cabot,” I
said reluctantly, at last, when he lmd
.tessed mo more than once, “who staid
awhile at a houso not fur from here and
nod been inspector of the navy to King
•Sdward. lie had boon a seaman 70 years,
-ml lie talked”—
"Too fast!” said Gardiner, with a curt
lod. "Butcnongh. I understand. I know
Jie man. Ho is dead.”
Ho was silent then and seemed to have
alien suddenly into thought, as a man
well might who had tho governing of a
kingdom on his shoulders.
Seemingly he had done with me. I
'ooked at Sir Anthony. “Ayo, go!”, he said
.rritabiy,waving me off. ”Go!"
And I went. The ordeal wns over, and
over so successfully that I felt the huhitll
..tion of the afternoon cheap at the price
of this triumph, for as I stepped down
thcre was a buzz nround mo, a murmur of
On ever^Cotoi^faco ?marked < a°fluX In
every Colon eye I read a sparklo, and every
flush and every sparkle was for me. Even
the chancellor’s secretaries, grave, down
looking men, all secrecy and caution, cost
ourions glances at me, as though I wore
something out of tho common, and the
chancellor's pages made way tor mo with
newborn deference. “Thero is for coon
try wits!” 1 heard Baidwin Moor cry gleo
folly, while the man who put food before
mo murmured of “the Cludde bull pup!”
If I read in Father Carey's fnoo, os indeod
I did, solicitude os well ns relief nnd glad¬
ness, I marked the latter only and hugged
a natural prido to my breast. When Mar
tin Luther said boldly that it was not only
bishop oould fill a bowl, it was by an effort
I refrained from joining in the laugh
which followed.
For an hour I onjoyed this triumph nnd
did all but brag of it. Especially 1 wished
Petronilia lmd witnosed It. At tho end of
that time—ilnis, as tho book says— I wns
crossing the courtyard, one-half of which
wns bathed in a cold splendor of moon¬
light, and was feoling the first sobering
touoli of the night air on my brow, when
I heard some one cnll out my nmne I
ants, e< a*°sh'ck,°substnntint foliow^^with 1 ^
smug mouth, at my elbow.
"What is it?" I said.
“I am bidden to fetch you at once, Mas
zz°i
domoanor. "The chancellor would see you
in his room, young sir.” |
[TO BE CONTINUED. 1 I
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•The supreme court of the Unitod
States recently disposed of 58 cases in
one day. It was the heaviest day’s work
even that heavy body accomplished. If i
they could dispatch so much business
every day, they might catch up even
with the work before them in a oouple
of years.
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State legislatures.
The Review of Reviews contains u
summary of the work thus far of 89
state legislatures this winter. Delaware
is one of them, ami the work of the B«
aware legislature is very easily smnmqfl
up. Except Rhode Island, she is tlte
smallest state in tho Union, yet it tat(6l
her longer to eleot a senator than ft dbea
all the other 43 states put together.
Of tho 83 states whose lawmnktqg
bodies met this winter all but four,
Rhode Island, Massachusetts, New York
and New Jersey, have biennial legisla¬
tures. Tho lawmaking of this year is
therefore expected to tido them over till
1897. No doubt it will. Three of tho
legislatures, those of Illinois, New Y&k
and California, are deep in the matter
of investigating police corruption. Very
instructive it is to observe the trend Of
public sentiment in different parts of
the Union. In the Atlantic states there
has arisen a general sentiment^ against
book making, pool selling and all gam¬
bling of that kind. Connecticut passed
new acts aimed at thoso evils. So did
New Jersey. In the wost Kansas did
likewise. Tho most important law ett
ncte d thus far by tbo Now York legista
*" T0 18 0110 civlE S tho mayor of Now
York city power to remove any officers
appointed by his predecessors in offlea.
This was (ho famous "power of removal
. ... ,,
'
** gratifying to obsorve a general ,
“
movement the country over in favor of
improved roads. In half a dozen of the
.. , rQad - ]nW8 havo eithm
been passed this winter or are now
pending.
In tho arid belt, of course, irrigation
Jaws take precedence of all others. Tb,
legislatures of states wholly or partly
included ill that portion of U this sid«,
0 f tho Rookies are struggling bravely
with questions of water supply and wa
tfi r rights to settlers, seeking to do jus*
tloe to all. Undoubtedly they will
evolvu after a time the right system,
Minnesota ami Wisoonsin, mlndfnl of
toe awful expononces of last summer,
are occupiod with measures for tbo pre
von tion of forest fires. North Dakota
*■«“ *» think her lax divorce laws ar,
scandaloup, and a bill was laid before
the legislature requiring a residenoe of
on(3 y ()ar j b tbo state beforo divoroe pro*
- ■» w-« vs.
gmia is going to increase tbo efficiency
of her public soboo! system. Several of
tho state legislatures are busy with va*
xioua antiliquor laws, from absolute pro
hibition to the stato dispensary system
of Maine and South Carolina.
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Count Castellano nnd Anna Gould
are married. May they stay married!
Conyeri Is goiua to have a Cottpn
Mill. Call on Mr. W. J, Freeman and
take a snare