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hecould climb to that window?"
Now forit," murmured Wales.
"Naw, 'ee hasn't no bloomin' bird
to fly hup ten foot o'_ wall, his 'ee?'
"Scatter, then. That way there,
over to the right."
In obedience to this instruction the
party were heard moving off with
uncertain steps and Buster turned
away from the window with a 'sigh of
relief.
•
Hi fawncies you're sife, your Ma-
jesty," said he.
Agreeable intelligence, I must ad-
mit," sighed the Prince, assuming an
easier position. "My subjects pos-
sess the virtue of peristence."
"Yessir, they dearly loves to club
a swell cove hif they think 'ee his
arfter their lydies."
Steps sounded in the hallway and
the Prince rose quietly to his fee,,
prepared to renew the struggle.
"Don't be halarmed, your 'Igh-
ness," said Buster, reassuringly,
"Hit's only Mr. Moore returning."
"Do not acquaint him with my
presence," said Wales. "1 will make
myself known when I think best."
"Yes, your 'Ighness."
The Prince stepped behind the cur-
tain separatin' the poet's bedcham-
ber from the sitting -room and there
awaited developments in silence.
Moore opened the door and ushered
in Mr. Dyke.
1'1 thought Bessie was h he
said in surprise as be noted ab-
sence,
Mistress Dyke went down hin-
terview Mrs. Malone, sir," explained
Buster, in a quandary as to he
should act. A prince, of course,
could not be lightly at
the same time he felt qualmsthe
thought of what his mast not
suspecting• the presence of royalty,
might chance to say.
Moore -solved the problem him
unknowing.
"Then go down," said he us -
ter, 'land tell my future wi hat
her former father is here."
Buster, relieved at the re of
responsiility, quickly left th m.
Mr. Dyke Looked around at t re,
unsightly walls and sadly shookhis
head.
"To think I should bring to
this, Thomas," he said, remorsefully.
"Sit down Me- Dyke, anave
done with lamentations. So 1 as
I do not complain, you sure! have
no reason to find fault," said re,
heerily.
"No.—Thomas, I feel I must ss
he truth to the Prince."
"What nonsense," said re,
rmly. "No, no, Mr. Dyke, f you
o confess tat you wrote them
atirizing his Highness would e
eight of folly. I doubt if it would
o me any good, and it certainly
ould completely ruin you,"
"I know," began the old ma but
oore interrupted him,
""I much prefer thing as the
e said. "Allow me to choose,r'
yam„
"You do not know the pa f
nscience 1 have suffered."
"More likely it was indigestion,
r."
"`You took the blame for my y.
went free, but your brilliant r
as cut short."
"Very short," admitted the t,
ho was seated on the table,
rtably swinging his legs. t
e shortening is frequently the t
portant part of the dish."
"Your - rising star was plucked
ruelly from the sky before reaching
zenith,"
"Between friends, you can our e
etry," suggested Moore. "It s
e talking shop if I may s o
thout offence."
I see you are resolved," said
man weakly.
"Ah, yes," replied the poet), j
g off the table, and apptoachin
ture father-in-law, he laid his
dly on the old man's shoelde
'It is all for the best, sir," he
with a sincerity that was con
"I did not know, I.was not
your 1 s' ghter loved me,
so her p ett-' head, was too
life and laug,i'.:. to read e
art. My adversity had brought
to me with outstretched ,
d a love more tender, more
n even I dreamed it could be.
sir. Keep your mouth shut
ase me."
It is really your wish that
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Sure it is," replied Moore, satis-
fied that he' had carried his point,
"But the Prince, Tom?"
oore's face sadened, but he rid
self of his regret with a shrug
the shoulders.
Poor man," he said, "He thinks
shly of me, no doubt. Ah, well,
taps it is better so, Mr. Dyke.
yet I'd be easier in my mind if
knew how 1 regard him. 1 have
feelings save those of friendship
gratitude in niy heart for hint
he'll never know."
Yours is a generous soul,
Mas."
To -night I can say a?s truly and
ly as on that evening his favor
ked me from poverty and failure,
bless the Prince Regent.'"
t is needless to say T echo that
iment, Mr, Moore."
oore turned with a low cry. The
re had stepped noiselessly from
nd the curtain to the centre of
room, and stood with a smile on
face, enjoying his involuntary
s surprise,
our Highness,!' stammered
re, for once thoroughly abashed.
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ye, Wales himself, Good sven-
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wrcutged yep Moore,"
"Your Hitless .heard."
• "$very Word, gentlemen."
"I- am not sorry," said liar. Dyke,
softly.
But" said Moore, rallyingfrom
his astonishment, "ow • came your
Highness here?"
The Prince's eyes twinkled, but his
face was grave, almost solenw,
"For that information sir, I must
refer you to your neighbor, one Mr.
Sw Thenr
you, sir, are the, gay
spark?"
No doubt a spark, since I/ abal
make light of my adventure, but in
reality not so very gay."
Bessie came hurrying along thtt
hall and flinging open the door en-
tered .breathlessly.
"Oh, Tom, Tom," she cried. "The
hall below Is full of men. They are
searching for the strange gallant who
won Jane Sweeny from the grocer's
son,"
The Prince, took a pinch of snuff.
"Egad!" said he. "A remarkable
achievement, it seems. I'm begin-
ning
to be proud of it"
"The Prince!" exclaimed the girl
in amazement,
"An uninvited guest, Mistress
Dyke," said his highness, jovially.
"And therefore doubly welcome,
sir," returned Moore, at the door list-
ening to the murmur that came from
below. "Your Highness, they are
coming up I ani afraid. They have
traced you here,"
"Devilish awkward," mutters the
Prince, looking around for a weapons
"1 shall have to fight, I fancy,"
"No, no," said Moore, "That is
no way to get out of this mess. We
would be beaten down in a moment."
"We?„
"Aye, Sire, Mr. Dyke, you and I.
1 have a better scheme, if you will
trust yourself to me."
"I prefer you to our friends."
"Then hide in the next room," said
the poet, drawing back the curtain.
"I'll get them off your track or my
name is not Tom 9loore. Whatever
you hear, don't stir out, your High-
ness."
Buster entered in a rush.
"Ho, sir," he panted, "the 'ole par-
cel hof 'eni his a -coming hup!"
"Hush!" said Moore, "This way,
Sire."
Wales obeyed his host's instruc-
tions and vanished in the adjoining,
room, his manner still enol and un-
ruffled.
'IBuster can you lose those rascals
in a chase over the roofs?"
"Hi can, sir," replied the boy
valiantly, "Hi'll give 'em a run has
they reads habout hin their primers."
Moore tossed him an old but and
coat from the cupboard,
"The way is clear, lad," he said,
peering out the window. "Out with
you and when I` whistle shown your-
self somewhere and then run like the
devil.' When you are tired, drop
your hat and coat and you'll be
safe."
"Drop nothing," said Buster. "Hi
knows too much to be guilty hof any
such shocking waste as that."
He hurried out of the window.
landing on the roof below as lightly
as any cat, as the sound of the ap-
proaching mob grew louder. There
was but little time to spare, and
Moore wasted none of it.
"Bessie," he commanded, "lock the
door behind us when we go out in the
hall. When I sing, you scream for
help at the top of your voice. Then,
whatever I say swear to like a darlin',
Come, Mr. Dyke."
Moore grabbed the old gentleman
by the arm and hurried him out in
the hall as the first of Wales' pursuers
set foot on the flight of stairs leading
to the attic.
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who was one of the mob.
1 "Aye, aye, after isbe,"
Sweeny took t Tamand,
"You four, Dabble, Blount, Wil-
liams and Lake, put of the window
and over the roofs' again. The rest
of us will guard every door in the
neighborhood."
The chosen four dropped' from the
window, and the crowd, Sweeny still
in the lead, .ruched out and down-
stairs -as frantically as they bad come
up, leaving the attic to Moore and
Iiia guests. The poet eat down- on
an upset chair and breathed a sigh
of relief,
"It's a comedian I am," said he,
"Bessie, how does Drury Lane do
without me?"
'I don't know," said the girl, "I
am sure 1 couldn't"
"My, oh, my!" panted Moore, "but
you ars learning the right thine to
say' at the right time very quickly,
Bessie."
The Prince emerged from his hid-
ing place,
"Bravely done, Mr. Moore," said he
laughing a little. "Egad, I'd not
trade this evening for any other in
my experience."
"No?" asked Moore.
"Not I, sir. You rid us of them
"The Harp that once thro' Tara's halls
The soul of music shed,
Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls,
As if that sou!'—"
A wp man's scream rang through
the %ouhe.
"Help! Help! Tom! Help!"
"Bang!" went the locked door,
kicked in by Moore, who rushed into
the room with a yell, followed by Mr.
Dyke.
Out of the way, darlin'," he
whispered ko Bessie, "I've got to
give myself an awful flaking."
Immediately the poet began a
struggle all over the room with an
imaginary adversary,
"You would, would you?" he
shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Then take that, you raparee! And
that, you raparee! And that, and
that. Help! Mr. Dyke! My, but
he is strong,"
He seized the table and upset it,
then danced around the room like one
possessed, dealing terrific blows to
the air. He clutched the contents of
the cupboard and sent the china
crashing in fragments on the floor,
The chairs he beat up and down and
back and forth against the walls. For
all the world it sounded as though a
mad bull were rushing around the
room dealing destruction on every
side. Then he put his. fist through
two panes of glass and paused in his
'Performance, standing by the window
with heaving chest as the niob led
by Sweeny rushed into the attic.
"Oh, friends," he cried • between
gasps, "you come too late."
"Too late for what, Mr, Moore?"
"To help me, you spalpeens. A
big devil, six feet and a half high and
a mile -broad--I mean a mile high
and six feet broad --Oh. a curst big
lump of a lad --climbed into the win-
dow and laid violent hands on this,
lady, my future wife, who was here
alone—"
"The sl range laddybuck," cried
Sweeny, "Theomadhaun we're after
now,"
"Ile locked the door so i couldn't
get in and laid hold her. Didn't he
Bessie?"
The girl lied shamelessly.
"And i screamed," she finished,
Old to add a little truth to her false-
hood.
"i kicked in the door and grabbed
the villain, Mr. Dyke and i both
grappled with him, but he was too
much for us and beat us down and
leaped out on the roof,"
The crowd surged up to the win-
dow with a howl of rage, and Buster
bobbed into view on a distant gable.
"There he is now," cried Dabble,
y:
41 While q
vethia.'r. yo
• Triter said Wel a�
best 3oee no timele p
"Yens Highness lo fl mfd 'the
Poet, beginning to it tore the room
to -something like its ofd appearance
„Father-in-law, tun out and—"
"Let me arrange this," -interrupted
the Prince. "Mr. Dyke, If you • will
carry 'this ring to the house of Sir
Percival Lovelace, �you will And ltim
at. supper. Tell Wm of na ,preMea-
lomat and say I bid Wm ttaki
steps ss he may deem beet to extri-
cate me from this misadventure with-
out betraying my ideatity.'"
Mr. Dyke took the ring held out to
him by the Prince.
Pil make 'haste," he said, and
toddled out and down the stairs as
fast as his legs could carry him.
Wales accepted the chair which
Moore placed for him.,
"Sir," said be, "you have a talent
for intrigue."
"Ah, Sire," acid Moore, ingenuous-
ly, "if it were not diarespeetful, 1
would return the compliment, Your
Highness must have passed an excit-
ing evening."
"Quite true Mr. Moore, but I fancy
can do without such excitement in
he -future."
I rejoice to hear you say that,
our Highness,' said Moore, sincere-
Ir.
"Indeed, Mr. Moore? And why so
if 1 may ask?"
"Because," said the poet so win-
ningly that it was quite impossible
for even a prince of the blood to take
offence, "'The First Gentleman `i f
Europe' is too proud a title to be
lightly naked."
Wales grew red and bit his lip
Used in 1Viill q, Qi, ea=
I�.
"It is not undeserved,"
"Not reproof, your Highness:Friend-
ly advice, nothing more:
"As you would have 1*,_Mr. Moore,"
responded the Prince, wearily,
Meanwhile Bessie had found', the
teapot to be., one exception to the
general ruin wrought of Moore's
household utensils.
• "Would it, please your Highness to
have a cup of tea?" she asked, timid-
ly.
"It will delight me much, Mistress
Dyke. May I inquire when you in-
tend to honor Mr. Moore by becom-
ing his wife?"
Bessie flushed up prettily and look-
ed at her lover,
"The wedding would take place to-
morrow if I could afford it " said
1 accept your reproof," he said. 1 Moore, righting the table and �brush-
Ing it off with hie
"Then I take°
ford it?" said Itis
"Not just at
cheerily. "I trust
tines to be of the, Yaffe
Hees?"
"I thank you, yes, but ,r hen. heard
no such singing in my draw.
ing-rooms as when you were lit' jp;" -'
frequent the ohannts•' af. fly • beau
monde."
' I have been out of town," said
Moore, calmly ab Bessie brong.
tea to the Prince in a cup
escaped the 'general smash-up.
Prince sipped its contents in WO ;-
good humor. •I
""Delicious, Mistress Dyke," he de•
clared, "your husband will e a sisal
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