Decatur Democrat, Volume 47, Number 17, Decatur, Adams County, 2 July 1903 — Page 7

WHEN KNIGHTHOOD’ WAS IN FLOWER t . n e Love Story of Charles Brandon and Mary Tudor, the King’s Sister and Happening In o£His AugusUlajesty King Henry the Eighth Rewritten nnd Rendered ln<» Modern English From Sir Edwin Cauikoden's Memoir By EDWIN CASKODEN [CHARLES MAJOR] $ Copvright. ISM and ISO!, by the Bowen-MerHU Company it.

oodouhtoi that trouDie you,- * red “A woman like Mary can't two men as site treated you. ’ woman may love or think she many times, but there is only one X receives the full measure of st Other women again have nothrive but their best, and when Lve once given that they have a ll Unless I have known her In Mary, with all her faults, is ' a ’woman. Again. I say. let no t of that trouble you.” - [D don answered with a sad little 1 from the midst of his reverie, , really not so much the doubt as artainty of it that troubles me.” starting to his feet, “If I thought „ d lied to me. if I thought she wantonly lead me on to suffer rber , 1 would kill her, so help me , not think that. Whatever her s-and she has enough—there is in on earth for her but you. Her has come to her through a strugtainst it because it was her masTbat is the strongest and best, in the only love, worth all the self passions in the world. s, I believe it. I know she has (■'even my partiality cannot blind o' them, but she is as pure and e as a child and as gentle, strong rue as-as—a woman. I can put stronger. She has these, her reIng virtues, along with her beaurom her plebeian grandmother, hetb Woodville, who with them 1 royal busband and elevated herjthe throne beside the chivalrous rd. This sweet plebeian heritage es up in the heart of Mary and ot down, but neutralizes the royson in her veins and makes a godd her.” Then with a sigh: "But faults were a thousand times as , and if each fault were a thouHmes as great, her beauty would for all. Such beauty as hers can to have faults. Look at Helen lleopatra and Agnes Sorel. Did faults make them less attractive? y covereth more sins than chard maketh more grief than pestlCHAPTER XL LOVIS XII. A SUITOB. ' S soon as I could leave Brandon I had intended to go down to Windsor and give vent to my indignation tote girls, but the more I thought it the surer I felt there had ow been a mistake. I could not myself to believe that Mary had ■ately permitted matters to go 1 an extreme when it was in her to prevent it. She might have ted her duty for a day or two, oner or later her good impulses 1 came to her rescue, gnd with

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Jane by her side to urge her on I was almost sure she would have liberated Brandon long ago, barring a blunder of some sort. So I did not go to Windsor until a week after Brandon’s release, when the king asked me to go down with him. Wolsey and De Longueville. the French ambassador special, for the purpose of officially offering to Mary the hand of Louis XII. and the honor of becoming queen of France. The'princess had known of the projected arrangement for many weeks, but had no thought of the present forward condition of affairs or she would have brought her energies to bear upon Henry long before. She could not bring herself to believe that her brother would really force her into such wretchedness, and possibly he would never have done so, much as he desired it from the standpoint of personal ambition, had it not been for the petty excuse of that fatal trip to Grouche's. All the circumstances of the case were such as to make Mary’s marriage a veritable virgin sacrifice. Louis was an old man, and an old Frenchman at that, full of French notions of morality and immorality, and, besides, there were objections that cannot be written. but of which Henry and Mary had been fully informed. She might as well marry a leper. Do you wonder she was full of dread and fear and resisted with the desperation of death? So Mary, the person most interested, was about the last to learn that the treaty had been signed. Windsor was nearly eight leagues from London and at that time was occupied only by the girls and a few old ladies and servants, so that news did not travel fast in that direction from the city. It is also probable that, even if the report of the treaty and Brandon’s release had reached Windsor, the persons bearing it would have hesitated to repeat it to Mary. However that may be, she had no knowledge of either until she was informed of the fact that the king and the French ambassador would be at Windsor on a certain day to make the formal request for her hand and to offer the gifts of King Louis. 1 had no doubt Mary was In trouble and felt sure she had been making affairs lively about her. I knew her suffering was keen, but was glad of it in view of her treatment of Brandon. A day or two after Brandon's liberation I had begun to speak to him of the girls, but he Interrupted me with a frightful oath: “Caskoden, you are my friend, but if you ever mention their names again in my hearing you are my friend no longer. I will curse you!” I was frightened, so much stronger did his nature show than mine, and I tn remain silent on that

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I subject until—but lam going too fast I again. I will tell you of that hereafter. upon me morning appointed the king, Wolsey, De Longueville and myself, with a small retinue, rdde over to Windsor, where we found that Mary, anticipating us, had barricaded herself in her bedroom and refused*to.receive the announcement. The king went upstairs to coax the fair young besieged 1 through two inches of oak door and to induce her if possible to come down. M e below could plainly hear the king I pleading in the voice of a Basban bull, and it afforded us some amusement behind our hands. Then his majesty grew angry and threatened to break down the door, but the fair besieged maintained a most persistent and provoking silence throughout it all and allowed him to carry out his threat without so much as a whimper. He was thoroughly angry and called to us to come up to see him "compel obedience from the self willed hussy,” a task the magnitude of which he underrated. The door was soon broken down, and the king walked in first, with De Longueville and Wolsey next, and the rest of us following in close procession. But we marched over broken walls to the most laughable defeat ever suffered by besieging army. Our foe, though small, was altogether too fertile in expedients for us. There seemed no way to conquer this girl. Her resources were so inexhaustible that in the moment of your expected victory success was turned into defeat; nay, more, ridiculous disaster. We found Jane crouching on the floor in a corner half dead with fright from the noise and tumult, and where do you think we found her mistress? Frightened? Not at all. She was lying in bed with her-face to the wail as cool as a January morning, her clothing in a little heap in the middle of the room. Without turning her head, she exclaimed: “Come in, brother. You are quite welcome. Bring in your friends. I am ready to receive them, though not in court attire, as you see.” And she thrust her bare arm straight up from the bed to prove her words. You should have seen the Frenchman’s little black eyes gloat on its beauty. Mary went on, still looking toward the wall. “I will arise and receive you all informally if you will but wait.” This disconcerted the imperturbable Henry, who was about at his wits’ end. “Cover that arm. you hussy!” he cried in a flaming rage. "Be not impatient, brother mine! I will jump out in just a moment.” A little scream from Jane startled everybody. and she quickly ran up to the king, saying: "I beg your majesty to go. She will do as she says so sure as you remain. You don’t know her. She is very angry. Please go. I will bring her downstairs somehow.” “Ah, indeed! Jane Bollngbroke,”came from the bed. “I Will receive my guests myself when they are kind enough to come to my room.” The coverlid began to move, and whether or not she was really going to carry out her threat I cannot say, but Henry, knowing her too well to risk it. hurried us all out of the room and marched downstairs at the head of his defeated cohorts. He was swearing in away to make a priest’s flesh creep and protesting by everything holy that Mary should be the wife of Louis or die. He went back to Mary's room at intervals, but there was enough persistence in that one girl to stop the wheels of time, if she but set herself to do it. and the king came away from each visit the victim of another rout. Finally bis anger cooled, and he became amused. From the last visit he .-w “I shall have to give up the fight or else put my armor on with visor down,” said he. “It is not safe to go near her without it She is a very vixen, and but now tried to scratch my eyes out.” Wolsey, who had a wonderful knack for finding the easiest means to a difficult end, took Henry off to a window, where they held a whispered conversation. It was pathetic to see a mighty king and his great minister of state consulting and planning against one poor girl, and. as angry as I felt toward Mary, I could not help pitying her trud admirt-u beyond the power of pen to write the valiant and so far impregnable defense she had put up against an array of strength that would have made a king tremble on his throne. Presently Henry gave one of his loud laughs and slapped his thigh as if highly satisfied with some proposition of Wolsey’s. “Make ready at once,” he said. “We will go back to London.” In a short time we were all at the main stairway ready to mount for the return trip. The Lady Mary’s window was just above, and I saw Jane watching us as we rode away. After we were well out of Mary’s sight the king called me to him, and he, together with De Longueville, Wolsey and myself, turned our horses’ heads, rode rapidly by a circuitous path back to another door of the castle and reentered without the knowledge of any of the inmates. We four remained In silence, enjoined by the king, and in the course of an hour the princess, supposing every one had gone, came downstairs and waisert into tne room wnere we were waiting. It was a setrrvy trick, and I felt a contempt for the men who had planned it. I could see that Mary’s first impulse was to beat a hasty retreat back jinto her citadel, the bed. but in truth ' she had in her makeup very little dis- ! position to retreat. She was clear grit, i What a man she would have made! I But what a crime it would have been ij in nature to have spoiled so perfect a woman. How beautiful she was! She I threw one quick, surprised glance at her brother and his companions and, lifting up her exquisite head, carelessly hummed a little tune under her

breath as she marched to the'oiuei emi of the room with a gait that Juno herself could not have improved upon. I saw the king smile, half in pride of her and half in amusement, and the I Frenchman’s little eyes feasted upon her beauty with a relish that could not be mistaken. Henry and the ambassador spoke n word in whispers when the latter took a box from a huge side pocket and started across the room toward Mary with the king at bis heels. Her side was toward them when they came up..but site kept her attitude as if she had been of bronze. Site had taken up a book that was lying on the table and was examining it as they approached. > De Longueville hold the box in his i hand, and, bowing and scraping, said j in broken English, “Permit to me. most gracious princess, that I may have the i honor to offer on behalf of my august I master this little testamen: of his liigh ■, admiration and love.” With this he j bowed again, smiled like a crack in a | piece of old parchment and held his box toward Mary. It was open, probably in the hope of enticing her with a sight of its contents —a beautiful diamond necklace. She turned her face ever so little and took it ail in with one contemptuous, sneering glance out of the corners of her eyes. Then, quietly reaching out her hand, she grasped the necklace and deliberately dashed it in poor old De Longueville’s face. “There is my answer, sir! Go home and tell your imbecile old master I Scorn his suit and hate him—hate him —hate him!” Then, with the tears falling unheeded down her cheeks: "Master Wolsey, you butcher’s cur, this trick was of your conception. The others had not brains enough to think of it. Are you not proud to have outwitted one poor heartbroken girl? But beware, sir! I tell you now I will be quits with you yet or my name is not Mary!” • There is a limit to the best of feminine nerve, and at that limit should always be found a flood of healthful tears. Mary had readied it when she threw the necklace and shot her bolt at Wolsey, so she broke down and hastily left the room. The king of course was beside himself with rage. “By God’s soul,” he swore, “she shall marry Louis of France or I will have her whipped to death on the Smithfield pillory!” And in his wicked heart -so impervious to a single lasting good impulse—he really meant it. Immediately after this, the king, De Longueville and Wolsey set out for London. I remained behind hoping to see the girls, and after a short time a page plucked me by the sleeve, saying the princess wished to see me. The page conducted me to the same room in which had been fought the batAUw) li W Wil “There is my answer, sir!” tie with Mary in bed. The door had been placed on its hinges again, but the bed was tumbled as Mary had left it, and the room was in great disorder. “Oh. Sir Edwin,” began Mary, who was weeping, "was ever woman in such frightful trouble? My brother is i killing me. Can he not see that I could | not ! riage? And i have been deserted by I .all my friends, too. excepting Jane. She, poor thing, cannot leave.” ■ “You know I would not go.” said Jane parenthetically. Mary continued, “You, too. have been home an entire week and have not been near me.” I began to soften at the sight of her grief and concluded with Brandon that, after all, her beauty could well cover a multitude of sins, perhaps even this, her great transgression against him. The princess was trying to check her weeping and in a moment took up the thread of her unfinished sentence: “And Master Brandon, too. left without so much as sending me one little word—not a liffe nor a syllable. He did not come near me, but went off as if I did not care —or he did not. Os course he did not care or he would not have behaved so, knowing I was in so much trouble. I did not see him at all after—one afternoon in the king’s—about a week before that awful night in London, except that night, when I was so frightened I could not speak one word of all the things I wished to say.” This sounded strange enough, and I began more than ever to suspect some thing wrong. I. however, kept as firm a grasp as possible upon the stock of Indignation I had brought with me. “How did you expect to see or hear from him,” asked I. “when he was lying in a loathsome dungeon without one ray of light, condemned to be hanged, drawn and quartered because of your selfish neglect to save him who at the cost of half his blood and almost his life had saved so much for you?” Her eyes grew big. and the tears were checked by genuine surprise. 1 continued: “Lady Mary, no one

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could have made me believe that you would stand back and let the man to whom you owed so great a debt lie so long In sueli misery and lie condemned to such a death for the act that saved I you. I could never have believed it!” | “Imn of hell!” screamed Mary. “What j • ;•?.•» you brinf to tortvre me? i I Have 1 not enough already? Tell me it is a He or I will hate your miserable little tongue torn out by the root!” “It is uo lie, princess, but an awful truth and a frightful shame to you.” I was determined to tell her all and let her see herself as she was. She gave a hysterical laugh and, throwing up her hands with her accustomed little gesture, fell upon the bed in utter abandonment, shaking as with spasm. She did not weep; she could not; she was past that now. Jane went over to the bed and tried to soot lie her. In a moment Mary sprang to her feet, exclaiming: “Master Brandon condemned to death, and you and I here talking and moaning and weeping! Come, come; we will go to the king at once. We will start to walk, Edwin—l must be doing something — and lane can follow with the horses and over- | take us. No; I will not dress; just aa I am; this will do. Bring me a hat, t Jane—any one, any one.” While putting on hat and gloves she continued: “I will see the king at once and tell him all—all! I will do anything. I will marry that old king of France or I forty kings or forty devils! It's all one to me. Anything, anything, to save him! Oh, to think that he has been in that dungeon all this time!” And the tears came unheeded in a deluge. She. was under such headway and spoke and moved so rapidly that I could not stop her until she was nearly ready to go: then I held her by the arm while I said: "It is not necessary now. You are too late.” A look of horror came into her face, and I continued slowly: “I procured Brandon's release nearly a week ago. I did what you should na-ro Anno

he is now at our rooms iu Greenwich.” Mary looked at me a moment and, turning pale, pressed her hands to her heart and leaned aga.inst the door frame. After a short silence she said: “Edwin Caskoden fool! Why v.,iz;ri''y.'.‘X ! not ha"e toid me that at first? I thought my brain would burn and my heart burst.” “I should have told you had you given me time. As to the pain it gave you”—this was the last charge to my large magazine of indignation—“l care very little about that. You deserve it. I do not know what explanation you have to offer, but nothing can excuse you. An explanation, however good, would have been little comfort to you had Brandon failed you in Billingsgate that night.” She had fallen into a chair by this time and sat in reverie, staring at nothing. Then the tears came again, but more softly. “You are right; nothing can excuse | me. I am the most selfish, ungrateful, I guilty creature ever born. A whole month in that dungeon!” And she | covered her drooping face with her bands. L “Go away for awhile. Edwin, and then return. We shall want to see you again,” said Jane. Upon my return Mary was more composed. Jane had dressed her hair, aud she was sitting on the bed in her riding habit, hat in hand. Her fingers were nervously toying at the ribbons and her eyes cast down. [TO BE CONTINUED.] No Sale Made. A dealer in pet birds was visited by a customer who stuttered and wanted to buy a parrot which took his fancy. The salesman was an Irishman who had just been employed by the dealer. The customer said, “Du—du —does that ta—ta—talk good?” “NVell,” replied the Irish salesman, “if be did not talk better than you I would wring his neck off!” I®: - —— ——' (g>