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In The Morning By The Order Which, While It Opened His Prison Door,
Exonerated Him From No Other Part Of His Sentence, Was To See
Prudence; But His Late Experience Of The Wiles Of Spikeman, Although
He Could Think Of No Motive, For His Hostility, Had Taught Him
Caution, And He Determined To Advance Warily To Gratify His Wishes.
The Occupation Of Philip Was That Of A Blacksmith And Armorer, In
Which Capacities He Had Been Of Some Utility To The Colony. Between
Whiles, Also, Whenever Any Desperate Service Was Required In Order To
Strike Terror Into The Savages, He Had Been Employed In His Military
Character, And Always With Credit To Himself. In Consequence Of His
Skill In His Handicraft And Bravery, He Had At First Been A Man Of No
Little Consideration, But As The Population Of The Settlement
Increased, And Fears Of The Indians Diminished, And Blacksmiths And
Armorers Became More Numerous, The Importance Of The Stout Soldier
Gradually Waned. To This Result Contributed, In No Small Degree, The
Fact That He Had Never Joined The Congregation, And Sometimes Indulged
In A Freedom Of Speech On Interdicted Topics, Which Was Unpalatable To
Those Around Him. Hence It Happened That Slight Offences, Which Were
At First Overlooked In Consideration Of His Usefulness, Were No Longer
Passed By When That Usefulness Was No Longer Prized, And There Were
Even Some Who Were Disposed To Visit Him With Punishment For
Transgressions Of The Kind, Of Years Previous. Spikeman, Who By His
Wealth And Cunning, Had Lately Succeeded In Getting Himself For The
First Time Elevated To The Dignity Of An Assistant, Had Always
Appeared To Be A Friend, And Indeed Had Truly Been So, Until He Sought
To Pluck The Apple Of Discord, The Too Fascinating Prudence, Out Of
The Soldier's Hand. So Deep Was The Impression Of The Assistant's
Good-Will To Him, And So Long Had He Been In The Habit Of Regarding
The Magistrate As A Patron, That Without Exactly Disbelieving, He
Found It Difficult To Give Full Credence To The Jailer's
Representations. His Mind Was So Confused That He Hardly Knew What To
Do. He Wanted To See Prudence Before He Departed For The Knight's
Residence, And Yet, With A Vague Dread Of Spikeman's Power For
Mischief, Wished To Avoid Him.
Meditating Upon These Embarrassments, Philip Mechanically Took His Way
In The Direction Of The Assistant's House, Unconsciously Obeying The
Hope That Some Kind Chance Would Enable Him To See His Mistress
Without Being Discovered. With This View, And As If Believing That She
Would Be Able To See Through A Disguise Impenetrable To Others, And
With Some Sense Of Shame At Having Been Confined In A Dungeon, Philip
Drew His Slouched Hat Over His Eyes, And Muffling His Face In The
Folds Of His Short Cloak, Walked In Front Of The Dwelling, Casting
Frequent Glances At The Windows. It Was In Vain, However; And Fearful
Of Attracting An Attention Which He Desired To Shun, He Started At
Last For The Forest, Through Which He Was Obliged To Pass On His Way
To The Knight's Place. Wearily He Dragged His Steps Along, For The
Confinement He Had Suffered, And The Irons He Had Worn, Had Diminished
His Strength And Chafed His Limbs. Pondering Sadly His Unfortunate
Fate, He Was Slowly Advancing, And Had Only Just Entered The Wood,
When He Was Saluted By A Well-Known Voice, That Made Him Start With A
Joyful Surprise. It Was That Of Prudence, Who Was Following Him. She
Had Seen Him Whom It Would Have Been Difficult To Disguise From Her,
Pass The House, And Had Allowed Him To Suppose Himself Undiscovered,
And Then Pursued, In Order To Enjoy, Undisturbed, A Meeting Which She
Desired As Much As He. She Was So Overjoyed And Confused At Seeing Him
Again, That Somehow She Stumbled As She Came Near, And Would Have
Fallen Had Not Philip Caught Her In His Arms--For Which Benevolent
Deed He Rewarded Himself With A Couple Of Smacks Like The Report Of A
Pistol.
"Fie, For Shame, Philip," Cried Prudence, All In A Glow, And Looking
Wonderfully, As If She Wanted The Offence Repeated; At Any Rate The
Soldier So Understood It, And Clasping Her Again In His Arms, Refused
To Release Her Till Her Lips Had Paid The Penalty Of Their Sweetness.
"Oh, Fie," Said She, Once More; "What Would Folk Say If They Saw
Thee?"
"There's Only Birds Or A Chance Deer To See Us," Said Philip, "And It
Can Do Them No Harm To Take A Lesson," And He Attempted To Renew His
Demonstrations Of Affection.
"Be Quiet Now," Said Prudence, Pushing Him Away. "I Must Soon Hurry
Back, Or I Shall Be Missed, And I Want, First, To Hear All About Thee,
And Then I Have Something To Say On My Part."
Thus Rebuked, Philip Seated Himself, With The Maiden By His Side, On
The Trunk Of A Fallen Tree, And Narrated The Circumstances Of His
Trial And Condemnation, And The Occurrences At The Prison. Some Tears
Pretty Prudence Let Fall Over Parts Of His Story, While At Others Her
Hazel Eyes Flashed With Indignation, And Upon Its Conclusion She
Disclosed In Turn The Conduct Of Spikeman To Herself.
"I Tell Thee All Philip," Said Prudence, "Because Thou Dost Seem To
Doubt About The Wickedness Of This Bad Man, Who Is Trying To Ruin Us
Both." She Stopped, And Hid Her Face In Her Hands.
Great Was The Rage Of The Soldier At What He Had Heard.
"By The Head Of King Charles," He Swore, "I Will Drive My Dagger Into
His Black Heart."
He Rose In Anger, As If About Immediately To Put His Threat Into
Execution, But The Girl Threw Her Arms Around Him And Drew Him Down.
"That Would Be Certain Death To Thee, Philip," She Said. "We Must Find
Other Means To Punish Him. Besides, I Must Keep Thee Safe To Serve My
Young Mistress."
"Thou Art Right, Prudence, And I Am Hot And Hasty; But Does Not The
Villain Deserve The Warmest Place In Beelzebub's Dominions Who Would
Harm Thee? Prudence, Thou Shalt Not Remain In His House."
"That Will I," Replied The Girl. "Why, Who Is To Wait On My Mistress,
And Take Care Of Her But Me? If Mistress Eveline Were To Hear Thy
Speech, She Would Not Be Over Obliged To Thee, Master Philip, For
Wishing Me To Desert Her."
"You Misunderstand Me, And That Is Not My Desire. But Art Not Afraid
Of The Old Villain?"
"Me Afraid!" Exclaimed Prudence, Contemptuously, Curling Her Lips; "I
Am Not Half As Much Afraid Of Him As I Am Of Thee." And As She Uttered
The Words, She Drew Herself A Little Back From Him On The Log Where
They Sat.
"But Tell Me, My Brave Robin Red-Breast," Said Philip, Casting A Look
At The Gay Cloak Which She Had Thrown Around Her Person, And Not
Seeming To Pay Much Regard To The Latter Part Of Her Answer, "How Am I
To Serve Mistress Eveline?"
"O, I Know Not, Yet I Dare Say We Shall Be Able To Turn Thee To Some
Good Purpose; Men Are Sometimes So Useful!"
"I Will Recollect Thy Speech," Said The Soldier, Laughing, "And
Promise To Teach Thee, On A Future Occasion, How Maidens Also May Be
Useful. But Hast Never A Message From Mistress Eveline To Master
Arundel, Should I Chance To See Him, For He Is Often At The Place Of
The Knight Of The Golden Melice, And It Is My Purpose To Go Thither
To-Day?"
"Young Ladies Affect Not To Send Messages To Thy Over Bold Sex," Said
Prudence, Tossing Her Head, "But An' Thou Dost See The Gentleman, Thou
Mayest Tell Him, As From Me, That She Is Well, And Desires His
Prosperity."
"A Cold Message, Truly, And It Is Well The Weather Is Warm, Else Would
Poor Master Arundel Be In Danger Of Being Frozen Into An Icicle."
"A Hundred Such Messages Would Not, I Fear, Cool Thy Hot Blood; But
Master Miles Is Gentle Born, And Less Presumptuous Than Thou; Thou
Mayest Therefore Say, Rather Than Hurt His Feelings, That My Mistress
Would Have No Objection To Seeing Him."
"What A Buttermilk Kind Of A Message Is That!" Said The Soldier. Dost
Think That A Man Of Any Spirit Is Going To Be Satisfied With An Errand
That Runs Like A Stream Of Cold Water Down One's Back? Come, Prudence,
Perk Thy Red Lips Into More Reasonable And Comforting Words."
"Thou Art Thyself Unreasonable, Philip. Dost Suppose It Becomes A
Young Woman To Let Her Gallant Know All She Thinks About Him? He Ought
To Be Ravished To Believe That She Does Not Hate Him Like The Rest Of
Them Who Wear Beards; At Any Rate, Thou Wilt Get Nothing Else From
Me."
"I Must Perforce, Then, Be Content," Said Philip, "Since It May Not Be
Otherwise; And The Less Unwillingly Because Having Had Some Experience
In The Nature Of Women, I Know They Mean More Than They Say. So I Will
Even Translate Thy Words Into Thy Mistress' Intention, And Say She Is
Dying Of Melancholy Till She Sees Him."
"Thou Wilt Be A False Varlet An' Thou Dost, And I Will Never Trust
Thee With Message More. Such Leasing Will Only Harm Thee, For Master
Miles Knows There Is Not In America Nor In Dear Old Devonshire A
Modester Or Properer Young Lady. O Dear, How Glad I Should Be Just To
Step Into The Grand Cathedral In Sweet Exeter, And See The Brave
Knights Who Died So Long Ago All Lying Cross-Legged, So Decent On
Their Marble Tombs By The Sides Of Their Ladies."
"Take Care, My Little Puritan," Said Philip, "This Is No Fitting
Country For Such Talk. The Reverend Elders Have Long Ears, And For
Aught I Know, There May Be One In The Tree Overhead Listening."
Prudence Jumped Hastily From Her Seat, And Cast A Frightened Glance At
These Words Into The Tree, While Philip Burst Into A Laugh.
"Why, How You Scared Me," Said The Girl, Recovering From Her
Trepidation. "This Is The Way You Treat Me, You Vile Man, For Putting
Myself To All This Trouble On Your Account. But I Would Have You To
Know That I Am No More A Puritan, Philip Joy, Than Thyself, If I Do
Wear A Close-Fitting Cap, Which Is None Of The Most Becoming Either.
If I Do Give Into Their Ways, It Is For The Sake Of My Mistress, Whom
No Geneva Cloak, Nor Bishop's Sleeves, For That Matter, Shall Make Me
Desert."
"Bravo, Bravissimo, As The Outlandish Fellows Say," Exclaimed The
Soldier; "Thou Art Of The Genuine Game Breed, Prudence, And Were It
Not That Thy Pretty Person Might Come To Harm, I Would Desire No
Better Front Rank Man Than Thee. But This Is A Dangerous Litany, And I
Beseech Thee, Dear Prudence, To Remember How Thou Art Named."
He Said This In A Tone Of Emotion, Which, If Anything Were Wanting,
Would Have Been Sufficient To Convince The Girl Of The Interest He
Felt For Her; But She Needed No Such Supplementary Proof. It Had The
Effect, However, Of Making The Conversation Assume A More Serious
Aspect, And The Girl More Gravely Replied:
"I Will Be Careful, Philip, For My Mistress' Sake And Mine Own, And--"
"And For Mine, Too," Interrupted The Soldier.
"And For The Sake Of All Them," Continued Prudence, "Who Find Anything
In Me To Take An Interest In. O, Philip, I Tremble Lest You Should Do
Or Say Something Again That These Dreadful Solemn Folk, Who Look Sour
Enough To Curdle Milk, And Hate You Because You Laugh, May Get Hold Of
To Do You An Injury. O, Philip, Pray Be Prudent About Laughing."
"Nay, Prudence," Said He, Drawing His Illustration From What He
Happened To See At The Moment, "You Might As Well Bid Yon Squirrel Not
To Jump From Bough To Bough. It Is Our Nature, And You Cannot Change A
Squirrel Into An Owl, Or A Man Into A Block. But," He Continued,
Taking Her Hand, "I Have Not Told Thee All. I Know Not When I Shall
See Thee Again, For I Am A Banished Man."
"Banished!" Repeated Prudence, Turning Pale; "I Thought They Had
Already Wronged Thee Enough For A Few Innocent Words--And Now
Banished! What Will Become Of Thee, Philip, And Of Me?"
"Never Fear, Sweetheart; We Will Turn Their Flank Yet. I Have Been
Thinking, As I Came Wandering Along, That This Master Spikeman, Who
Keeps Mistress Eveline As A Sort Of Prisoner On Parole, Has An Object
In Getting Me Out Of His Way, So As Better To Carry On His Wicked
Plans. My Jealous Pate At First Could Think Only Of Thee; But Now I
Begin To Fancy He May Have Designs Upon Pretty Mistress Eveline As
Well As Upon Thyself. Nay, Never Bite Your Sweet Lips Till They Bleed,
Nor Dart The Sparks Out Of Thine Eyes, Or You May Singe My Doublet, I
Do Suspect This From The Equal
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