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Full Title	Chicago Ledger, v. XXV, no. 52, Wednesday, December 22, 1897.
Contributor	Hope, Anthony, 1863-1933.
Date Added	29 October 2019
Format	Newspaper
Language	English
Publish Date	1897-12-22
Publisher	Chicago, Ill. : W. D. Boyce Company
Source	Dime Novel and Popular Literature
Alternate Title	Simon Dale / by Anthony Hope.
Topic	Popular literature > Specimens. Story papers > Specimens. Chicago (Ill.) > Fiction.
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Disclaimers	Disclaimer of Liability Disclaimer of Endorsement

OCR ead “SIMON DALE,” by the Celebrated VOL. XXV. Ne No. 52. yu “fe Antony tose. AMS \ f farmer ee te for men, In auch trust and charity ¥ have striven to write; in the Jike T pray you ‘ read. yoo. I, Simon Dale, was born on the seventh : day of the sev iy year ot our ge ES = ~ that ¢ destiny overrsted the al jasroth, “fmminence more For she predicted the birth on the very day whereon I came into the world within a mile of the parish chureh of a male child ho—and the utterance had! certainly Jofty sound about it—should love what the King loved, know what the King hid, and drink if the King’s ew OD. mi e lived within the 'y right Im point of the leaving the rest to the future, achieved thi Crimp for hor ment puncti- er may aweit sway’ thrown ‘the seark he ean Nardly begin He better, tha eeping hia faith with a strange old woman, this Betty ach have m e as being the child.of her vision, or 1 to the neighbors and sore embar- a lei ogy, grieved from his heart that the witch did not play her part better. “It Is," said he to my father, “a mon- strous lay Nay, It ts a sign of grace,” sald my ‘mother. “Iie,” sata my father ana a nat whether he spoke perve in earnest), na my boyhood shall be less ing than St wae tn the tving ~for Z always to“be a man and hated m: nd. petticoat: governed ‘dagen will pass fortieth to jour when I reached the years. My dear father was then fm heaven und old betty h a found, as was believed, another billet ny” mother lived, and the vicar, like the. in, iad come torhls own aguin, and I was five fect eleven in my stockings, and th eed. a there was no more incoming than might serve {6 keep my mather amp gpsters in the estate of gentlewomen. + “And on jatter,” observed the stroking his nose itn bis forefinger, oe 8 habit was in “Thi em mother, gently, “one and all ‘The vicar looked a little doubtful, “L wilt write a sermor said he, for this was with i avariic jent loves a yning that ec! be world which he bag shunned. ‘You must |write down for me what the King says to You, Simon,” he told me once. i “Suppose, sit,” Y miagesto, misehlevous than wee my own path, 1 left myself to tts will and hearkened for its orders. “It was the same,” sadly, "with a certain cook tm rs, It was foretold that she should mi By her masters” “And she aid not?” eried the vicar, ‘with ears all pricked “She changed her service every year, a ” vetort- ‘But her first masts ea my mother, trfumphantly- “1 had self,” said the vicar. gument with which bis wldownooa supplied the vicar was foun and unas ewerable, and it suited well w mor to learn from my mother's cook maid, CHICAGO, “You must work, Simon," said my sister wi bo ree with the stocks for rev- ‘ou must pray for guidance. sister Mary wha wea wedded fo. saintly clergyman, a prebend, too, of the cathe- aral. “There 5s," I sald, stoutly, “nothing of such matters in Betty Nasroth's prophecy.” ey are nted, “They are taken for dear boy,’ sald my mother, gently. icar rubbed his ot these excellent and zealous coun selors provea right, but the viear and I For had I gone to London ag they urge stead of abiding where T was, nercenbly to he vicars argument and my own Inclina- ton, it would’not have proved too strong for Betty Nasroth, and per prediction gone to lie with me in a deat ‘As things befell T lived hearing only dtm- ly, and, as It were, from afar off, of that great calamity. and of the horrera that be- fet the clty. For the diseano did not oie uF find we moralized on the wine of the townsfolk with sound bodies and com: tented minds, We health and in our clined to applaud smote our erring brethren “for too the chasi other's oie and no small one, tn that destiny of mine, although it came not nei rest tenants oe whe Aiwelt tll the loyal parliament's act proved rd for the conscience of our independ inister, and the vicar, nothing loath, moved buck to hif-parvonage. Now, I was walking one day. as T bad full Mcenso and leave to walk, in the ue of Quinton manor, when T save, fret, what I had (if 1 am to tell the truth) come to eee, to-wit, the figure of young Mistress Bar bara, alncity ‘arrayed in a whit gown, Barbara was pleased to huld heveelt havghitly toward me, for she wag an heiress of ue that had not fallen in the nin my tard and perhaps, thinking me twp nm ™ : for for ML ese the peophely, as often nat gE dow fox Sat? Hue Uindness. MY We V At ‘hoes!of ti me on the great tetty Nasroth’s proph- deed, would often jgt with fate to retold me ta "he would say,” with a twinkle In his eye, “the King has strange secrets, and there is some strange wine in his cup, and he vicar, who chanced ta be by, twinkled also, but shifted the conversation to some net hich did mot toueh the King, his secrete, nis wine, of what he loved, Thus, then, T saw, as I say, the stlm, (alt figure, the dark half, and the proud eves of Barbara Quinton; and thelr laughing w of mirth, hangs lke an old smock on a bean ‘Mistress, I answered, heeas ne make of the gown when the ia of divine make? and did not know that to compliment herself at the eX pense of her apparel is not the best way to pl a woman. “You are silly," ho said Barbara, “Who ts I sald, crestfalten, “ts, my and she lodges hee moines {in your gardener’s cottage. I aida’ look to find her here they ILL... WEDNESDAY. _ DECEMBER 22, DE de riter, 1897. Rhe's mighty prett dT. not seer to to you, ‘Miatrene Barbara le thouxh I was, I spoke not astecier Jn simplicity. “Pre a para SAnd pray tLness, Master whe what do you k oy ‘What I have teamed at Quinton Manor," T answered, wit = "That docen’t prove her pretty,” fetorted y Indy. ven Harbara Quinton. Yet aa Tin lie down, the best of gfrls will set her tty foot on his nec! also from my Jove of a thing that is new, I was thorough- Jy Femulved to accost the gardencr’s Sucst, y Purpos Tard scornful tone of her letie head aa she turned ava! ett ae more than civility, I protested, ring from eo fter her health, for. ¢ Landon, ‘the can but just have escaped the Plage, 4" Bay sed her head again, declaring picinly her opto of of my.¢: “Bul if you desire me to walk with You There i nothing T thought of esa’ interrupted. “I came here to “My pleas “sve, stein u may Uve 10 sce it wi wrnkted,” annoyance. “And one that bas repartee in” him! Oh, marvelou: “We do not all lack wit. tn the countre. madam,” said wposed fice th sald T, striving to conceal my a fe eried, in teach su sires hereabouts, ven 0, magni, and from such hooks aa gue oves furnieb.” of I mt eager reader of euch silly this. Be courtsied low, Jauehing up at me with tsb eyes and mo + surely, slr, “you most beBmon Dale, of whom ‘my owe the gar- Beg pe m, at your service. Bu ine seerdoner ‘nan pla layed me a trick, for no! ve nothing to give In exchange for foam: jeht be persuaded to in my hand 1 hed rought for Barbara Quinton, 9 use It an 8 Peace offer. ti arshis, stranger looked longinsly at the. Bardener tx a niggard with his flow- ve, “the nonegay was plucked mell the sweeter.” she ried, ith Anthony Hope--This Week. & iB ands in nde atuugenventr eran Paden a To8m I “ie Sb bles acpaaon «nit bow *N Jed iin bowea Uthout growing shy Se \ e “Poor, poor Simon,’ ShC\ whispered. - at her, emucht by her day pretty ways ai was, she set. out fe next Site aye uf bustty; here ywere two to ara's: She lookéd | so bee as, wat sie Nk at Yet at Such @ took jarbar& would have ae 184 ta eet wan enon more Conca Seni enemy eae ae | raf ery DOC Te wit be allowed that Mistress Barbara lovely place, this park, not the wt, Tnfed, it’s often hard abe Twas not backward to lake hier hint. at YoU had a gulde, now-—" 1 bee: eT had a guide, Simon.” whinpered. ‘leetulty. “You could find the way, Cyndaria, and | Mi Your guide would be mo o ost charitably engaged] she paused, dropring tl mouth in sudden despondency. ut what then?™ vhy, then, Mistress Barbara would be said she, ind the way, she retty speeches venture them on your ed. But then— he corners of her t Your mercy, Mistress Bai t . away toward the window, I slanved toward the house. | be scen the stretch of la . meadows beyond. I believe that with ue ‘She told me that she wished to be alone,” } tle more coaxing she would have pant 1 . me, but at that Instant. by anvther strokes “No! How did she say it?" - “Twit ell you all about that as we go along,” sad J, and Cyndarla laughed again, CHAPTER IL. THE WaY OF YOUTH. The debate is years old: not. indeed, quite and ail the more because, encountering hi ene Porton nino, sie: a3 T rode In my mother’s arms, T did wee it hes ery, but held out my arms, cro struggling to get to her: whereat, sudden! em." we than one Indy who and to my mother’s great terror, . “id 1. “the noveray in yours at ~ elalmed:’ “Thou see's Sa and tel 4 Ce.” and T held it out to her. weeping, a thing which, as every woman In "i peice? | the parish ‘knew. a person absolutely pos- fg Peice? What, do you desite to know sessed by the evil one can by no means ac- “nJoss, Indeed, T may call you one of my . complish (unless, indeed, a bare three drops aid T, with @ glance that ~ squeezed trom the tet eye may usurp the | ~ have been irresistibie, quee © it im speakiny e to - "put my. mother ehrank away “from her ra there? No. Tit give you and would pot allow hor to touch met Hor annie to call me by. You may call me ee was it until Thad grown older and. ran Carta.” open 2 , Zoout'une tage alone that the O10 oma Snare! A ne or perversity, gure, “suuntered having tracked me to a lonely spot, took me Cin" said she, carelessly, “as good as may sometimes come aminn stents In her arms, mumbled over my head some ay other.”* 5 Scydacial A. fi salt Bar oO words I did not understand, and kinsed me. | * tut Ie there no other to follow tt?" wi car \ sat Rarbara, . hat a mole grows-on the spot she kissed Vien did & poet nek Cee matte ena curling tp. “1 4 she has rea. fs but a fable—for how do the women know pseone}? And surely you wanted mine “Her mot et iver siethee to th ~ ‘ows? And thet is to reason poorly—or vo be it, Cyndaria,"" T said, " Te . om at the most the purest chance. Nay, if {t fo be It Simon, ‘And fe not Cyndaria as wey : ‘were more I am canient, for the mole dot ply as Barbara?” ¥ me no harm, and the kiss, as T hope, did fa PUhns a strange sound,” aid 1, “but it wind Betty good; he went straight t “A man by my faith a man in this place!” m [vel enough,” wt trip across . the vicar (who was living’ then in the col : ea nex the ay . sin sss tage o: Loraquinton's gardener end | and walt patiently en fate, But what | anid Barbara, ‘Then she added, abruptly pay a reckoning for this," 1 Sanam. Wr : exercising hls sacred functions. Ina se | avalls an orsiment, be It ever so sound. | and sharply, “Why do you took at her?” vot but since a bargain ie a bargain I i a erecy to which the whole parish was privy) | against te empty se? Tt was a cla a Now 1o that T as looking at the! | je her the a o wre non, Ee, “ md prayed htm to let her partake of the | that T must seek my fortune; yet on the | alranger, “on Barbara's. question. 1, fle took se her face all alight with’emites, “she 6 fone, Mistuess Harbaea,” Re : ford’s suppers a reauest that caused great: | method of my search #ome difference arose. | looked the ‘harder a buried her nose in it. I stood looking | village maidens—it could have none at all rhara understood what I woutd say, We. —_ me . cf (2 sh . 0) : ORONO 5 eee OX oe \ - . . : vi i t i . a ———---. 2 os .