 air. The boy stood
looking down at him, a broad smile lighting up the dark and vivid
face. Old 'Lias supplied him with a perpetual'spectacle' which
never palled.

'Coe him back, 'Lias, he's soomwheer about. Yo need nobbut coe him,
an he'll coom.'

'Lias looked fatuously pleased. He lifted his head and affected to
scan the path along which he had just travelled.

'Aye, I daur say he's not far.--Yor Majesty!'

And 'Lias laid his head on one side and listened. In a few seconds
a cunning smile stole over his lips.

'Wal, Davy, yo're in luck. He's noan so onwillin, we'st ha him here
in a twinklin. Yo may coe him mony things, but yo conno coe him
proud. Noa, as I've fund him, Charles Stuart has no soart o' pride
about him. Aye, theer yo are! Sir, your Majesty's obleeged an
humble servant!'

And, raising his hand to his hat, the old man took it off and swept
it round with a courtly deliberation. Then replacing it, he sat
with his face raised, as though to one standing near, his whole
attitude full of a careful and pompous dignity.

'Now then, yor Majesty,' said 'Lias grimly,' I'st ha to put that
question to yo, yance moor, yo wor noan so well pleased wi this
mornin. But yo shouldno be soa tender, mon! Th' truth can
do yo _noa_ harm, wheer yo are, an I'm nobbut askin for
_informashun's_ sake. Soa out wi it; I'st not use it agen yo.
_That--wee--bit--o'--damned--paper,_--man, what sent poor
Strafford to his eend--yo mind it?--aye, _'at yo do!_ Well,
now'--and the old man's tone grew gently seductive--_'explain
yursel._ We'n had _their_ tale,' and he pointed away to
some imaginary acc
air. The boy stood 
 looking down at him, a wide smile alight up the dark and vivid 
 face. Old' Lias issue him with a perpetual'spectacle' which 
 never palled. 

' Coe him back,' Lias, he's soomwheer about. Yo need nobbut coe him, 
 an he'll coom.' 

' Lias front fatuously pleased. He lifted his head and affect to 
 scan the path along which he had barely travelled. 

' Aye, I daur say he's not far.--Yor Majesty!' 

 And' Lias lay his head on one slope and listened. In a few seconds 
 a crafty smile stole over his lips. 

' Wal, Davy, yo're in luck. He's noan indeed onwillin, we'st ha him here 
 in a twinklin. Yo may coe him mony things, but yo conno coe him 
 proud. Noa, as I've fund him, Charles Stuart has no soart o' pride 
 about him. Aye, theer yo are! Sir, your Majesty's obleeged an 
 base servant!' 

 And, raise his hand to his hat, the old man consume it off and swept 
 it round with a courtly deliberation. Then replacing it, he sat 
 with his font lift, as though to one standing near, his whole 
 attitude full of a careful and pompous dignity. 

' Now then, yor Majesty,' said' Lias grimly,' I'st ha to frame that 
 question to yo, yance moor, yo wor noan so well please wi this 
 mornin. But yo shouldno be soa tender, mon! Th' truth can 
 do yo _ noa _ harm, wheer yo are, an I'm nobbut askin for 
 _ informashun's _ sake. Soa out wi it; I'st not practice it agen yo. 
 _ That -- wee -- spot -- o'--damned -- paper,_--man, what sent poor 
 Strafford to his eend -- yo judgment it?--aye, _' at yo do! _ Well, 
 now'--and the old man's tone grew gently seductive--_'explain 
 yursel. _ We'n had _ their _ tale,' and he pointed away to 
 some imaginary acc
 aig. The boy stood
looking duwn at him, a broad smine liggting up the dark and vivid
face. Old 'Piqs sukilied him with a perpdtual'specnacle' whixh
neter palled.

'Coe him back, 'Llcs, he'a sookxheer about. Yo keed nobbut coe him,
an he'ln zolm.'

'Lias looked fatuously pleased. He jifted nid head and affgcted eo
sczn the path along which he had jusf travenled.

'Aye, I daut say he's not far.--Yor Majeshy!'

Anf 'Lias laid his hewd on one sude wbd listened. Kn a few stcmnds
a cunnjng smile stole over his lips.

'Wau, Davv, yo're in loej. Hf'v noan so oiwillig, we'st ha him here
in a twinllin. Yo may coc him moby things, but yo connm coe him
proud. Noa, as I've fgnb him, Charles Stuart yaw no voard o' oeidd
abkuv hjm. Aye, thxer yo are! Air, your Mahesty's obleeged an
himfoe servant!'

And, raisigg his hand to his hat, the old man took iu off and swept
it round with a courtly deliberatiln. Then rqplacing it, he sat
with his face raised, as though do onx rtaueing vwag, his whole
attitude full of a careful and pom[kux cignity.

'Now thek, yor Majesty,' said 'Llax grimly,' I'st hx to pbf fhat
question to yo, yance ioor, to wor nown sp well pleased wi this
mornib. But yo sholldni be soa tender, mou! Th' truth ccn
do yp _noa_ harm, wheer yo are, an I'o nogbut askin vor
_informzrhun's_ sake. Soa ojt ei it; I'st not use it agen yo.
_Ehat--wee--biv--o'--damued--paper,_--oan, ehat sqnt poor
Stgaffovg to his eend--yo mijd it?--cye, _'ad yo do!_ Wepl,
now'--and the old man's tone grew gently seductova--_'exilain
yurszl._ We'n had _their_ taje,' and he poinjed away co
some imaginary acc
air. The boy stood looking down at broad lighting up dark and vivid with perpetual'spectacle' which never 'Coe him back, he's soomwheer about. Yo need nobbut him, an he'll coom.' 'Lias looked fatuously pleased. He lifted his head and to scan the path along which he had just travelled. 'Aye, I daur he's far.--Yor And laid his head on one side and listened. In a few seconds a cunning smile stole his lips. 'Wal, Davy, yo're in luck. He's so onwillin, we'st ha here in a twinklin. Yo coe mony things, yo coe proud. Noa, as fund him, Charles Stuart has no soart o' pride about him. Aye, theer yo are! Sir, your obleeged an And, raising hand his the old man off and swept it round with Then replacing it, he sat with his face as though one standing near, his whole attitude of a careful and pompous dignity. 'Now then, Majesty,' said 'Lias grimly,' I'st ha to put that question to yo, yance moor, yo so well pleased wi mornin. But yo be tender, Th' can do _noa_ harm, wheer yo are, an I'm nobbut askin for _informashun's_ Soa out wi it; I'st not use it agen yo. sent Strafford to his mind it?--aye, _'at yo Well, the old man's tone seductive--_'explain We'n and pointed to some imaginary acc
 air. The boy stood
looking down At him, a broaD smilE liGhtInG up tHe daRk and vivid
face. oLd 'LiAs supplied him with a perpEtual'SpECtacLE' wHich
nEver palLEd.

'cOE hiM bAcK, 'LiAs, HE's SoomwHeeR about. YO need nobbuT coE hIm,
an he'll coom.'

'lIaS looked fatUouSly pleased. He LifTed his HeAd aND affeCteD to
scAn the pATh alonG which he hAd JUst traVElled.

'AyE, i DaUr saY he's not far.--Yor MajeSTy!'

aNd 'Lias laid his hEad on oNe SIdE ANd lIstEned. In a few SeConds
A Cunning SMiLE STolE Over his lips.

'WaL, Davy, yo're in LUck. he's noaN sO onWIllin, wE'st ha HiM HerE
in a twinkliN. Yo mAy coe him mOny thiNGs, but yo COnno coe Him
proUd. NOa, aS I've FUnD hIm, CHaRLes sTuArt HAs nO soart o' pRiDe
About Him. AYE, THEer yO arE! Sir, Your MAjesty's obleegEd aN
humBLe sErvanT!'

And, rAisiNg His haNd to hiS hat, tHe Old man took it off And sWept
it rouNd wItH a cOuRtly dELiberaTioN. ThEn replaCing it, hE Sat
WiTH HIs Face raised, as though To ONE sTanding nEar, his WHoLe
ATtitude fUlL of A carEFUl and PompOUs Dignity.

'NOw then, YOr maJesty,' saId 'lias grImLy,' I'St hA to puT That
QuestiOn to yo, yaNce moOR, yo wor noan so weLL pleased wi thiS
MoRNIn. bUt yo ShoUldno be soa tEndeR, Mon! TH' truTH cAn
dO Yo _noa_ Harm, wHeER yO Are, an I'm nobbut askin fOr
_InformAshun'S_ sake. Soa out wi It; I'st not usE IT Agen yo.
_ThAt--weE--BiT--O'--damned--paper,_--maN, what Sent poor
StRAfford to His eeNd--yo mind It?--aye, _'at yo DO!_ well,
now'--aNd tHe oLd mAn's TONe Grew gently sedUCTive--_'ExPlain
yuRseL._ We'n had _TheIr_ tAle,' And He Pointed awAy to
some ImAgInArY acC
 air. The boy stood
lookin g down athim,a b roa dsmil e li ghting up thed arkand vivid
face. Old 'L ias s up p lied hi m wit h a per p et u a l's pe ct acl e' wh ich
n eve r palle d.

'Coe h imba ck, 'Lias, h e 's  soomwheer  ab out. Yo need  no bbut c oe  hi m ,
anhe' ll co om.'
' Lias l ooked fat uo u sly pl e ased. H e li fted  his head and aff e ct e d to
scan thepath a lo n gw h ich  he  had justtr avell e d.

'Ay e ,I d aur say he's notfar.--Yor M a jes ty!'
An d ' L ias la id hi sh ead  on one sid e an d listene d. Ina  few se c onds
acunnin g s mil e st o le  o ver  h i s l i ps .
' Wal , Davy,yo 'r e inluck . H e 's n oan  soonwil lin, we'st ha  hi m he r e
i n a t winkl in.Yo  maycoe hi m mon ythings, but yoconn o coe him 
pr ou d.No a, as I've f und  hi m, Char les Stu a rtha s n osoart o' pride
abo ut h im . Aye, t heer y o  a re !  Sir, yo ur  Ma jest y ' s obl eege d  a n
humble  serva n t! '
And, r ai sing h is  ha ndto hi s  hat , theold mantooki t off and swep t 
it round wit h  a c ou r tlydel iberation.Then repl acin g  i t,h e sat 
with  h i sf ace raised, as thou gh  to on e sta nding near, h is whole
a t t i tude ful l of ac areful and pom pousdignity.
' Now then , yor  Majesty ,' said ' L i as griml y,'  I' sthat o  p ut that
quest i o n to  y o, yanc e m oor, yo  wo r n oan  so  w ell pleas ed wi th is 
m or ni n.But y o  shouldn obeso a t ender ,  mon!Th' t ruth  c an doyo _noa _  h a r m, w he er  yoare ,an I' m no b but  askinfor
_info rma s hun' s_  s ake. So a out wi it;I' st not use  i t a gen yo . _That--w ee--bit--o'--damned--pa p er,_--m an,  what  sen t poor
St raf ford t o h i s eend --yo m ind i t? --a y e , _'a t yo  do !_  Well,
now ' - -an d the  o ld m an's to ne grew gently sed u cti ve--_'explain 
yu rsel . _  W e'n ha d  _t he i r_t a le,' and he poi nted awayto so me imagina r y a cc 
 air._The boy_stood
looking down at him,_a broad_smile_lighting up_the_dark and vivid
face._Old 'Lias supplied_him with a perpetual'spectacle'_which
never palled.

'Coe him_back,_'Lias, he's soomwheer about. Yo need nobbut coe him,
an he'll coom.'

'Lias looked fatuously pleased._He_lifted his_head_and_affected to
scan the path along_which he had just travelled.

'Aye,_I daur_say he's not far.--Yor Majesty!'

And 'Lias laid his_head_on one side_and listened. In a few seconds
a cunning smile stole_over his lips.

'Wal, Davy, yo're in_luck. He's noan_so_onwillin,_we'st ha him here
in_a twinklin. Yo may coe him_mony things, but yo conno coe_him
proud. Noa, as I've fund him, Charles_Stuart has no soart o' pride
about_him. Aye, theer yo are!_Sir, your_Majesty's obleeged an
humble servant!'

And, raising_his hand to_his hat,_the old man_took it off and swept
it round_with a courtly_deliberation. Then replacing it, he sat
with_his_face raised, as_though_to_one standing_near, his whole
attitude_full_of a_careful_and pompous dignity.

'Now then, yor Majesty,'_said_'Lias grimly,' I'st ha to put that
question_to yo, yance moor,_yo_wor noan so well_pleased wi this
mornin. But yo_shouldno be soa tender, mon! Th'_truth can
do_yo _noa__harm, wheer yo are, an I'm nobbut askin for
_informashun's_ sake. Soa_out wi it; I'st not use_it agen yo.
_That--wee--bit--o'--damned--paper,_--man, what_sent poor
Strafford_to_his eend--yo mind_it?--aye,__'at yo_do!_ Well,
now'--and the old man's tone grew_gently seductive--_'explain
yursel.__We'n had _their_ tale,' and he_pointed away to
some imaginary_acc