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Article TRYING TO CHANGE A SOVEREIGN. ← Page 7 of 11 →
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Trying To Change A Sovereign.
Numerous ginger beer bottles—good honest brown stone affairs , not the tawdry glass decanters that hold the deteriorated stuff they delusively call g inger beer in these degenerate modern days . Some soda water and lemonade flasks . Hundreds of bushels of brick and mortar rubbish . A score or so of iron picks and crows and shovels . *
And beneath all this , and at the termination of the little black streak of dust leading from the street door—Thirty-six barrels of patent blasting double-mealed
G-UNPOWDER !!! CHAPTER IX . THE "RESERVED SIGHTS" OF THE TOWER OF LONDON . MAJESTY in a dirty , coarse , old night shirt , sitting shivering , partly from cold and partly with terror , on the side of his bed , sleepy , muddled , and
slobbering , at three of the clock on a dark drizzling November morning , was not calculated to communicate an impressive idea of a monarch presiding at an important Cabinet Council . Yet in the royal bedchamber were then assembled bearers of the most illustrious names recorded in history , some of the highest and mightiest nobles of the two kingdoms of England and Scotland . ¦ ¦ Opposite Majesty stood a captive , scowling and manacled , and surrounded by halberd-bearing Yeomen of the Guard . He was a tall , swarthy , becloaked and bebooted varlet , and beheld with much indifference , not to say contempt , the forest of glittering steel with which Majesty ' s ministers hedged Majesty
about ; not altogether to Majesty ' s satisfaction , who seemed to the full as much afraid of the protective blades around him as of the defiant blade before him . ' At His Grace ' s dressing-table—cleared for the moment of Eau-de-Cologne flasks , Ryphophagon , combs and brushes , and Brilliantine , and best Persian Dentifrice—sat the grave Clerk of the Council , who , addressing the prisoner , remarked interrogatively"Name ? John Johnson ? Eh ?"
" Not a bit of it , " replied the unabashed ci-devant " own man , " " write it down GUY EAWKES ! profession , soldier ; formerly in the service of His Highness , the Archduke ; sometime carrying a spontoon in the army of His most Catholic Majesty of Spain and the Indies . " f " Bide a wee , bide a wee , " squeaked the trembling figure on the bed , "let me e ' en eenteerogaite him . What thocht ye to dosirrahwith a' that muckle
, , poouder found yonder ? " " To blow you and your beggarly Scotch following back to your native naked mountains , " roared the captive fiercely . This reply produced a clink and a rustle among the bare blades and some half-dozen of their wielders . J
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Trying To Change A Sovereign.
Numerous ginger beer bottles—good honest brown stone affairs , not the tawdry glass decanters that hold the deteriorated stuff they delusively call g inger beer in these degenerate modern days . Some soda water and lemonade flasks . Hundreds of bushels of brick and mortar rubbish . A score or so of iron picks and crows and shovels . *
And beneath all this , and at the termination of the little black streak of dust leading from the street door—Thirty-six barrels of patent blasting double-mealed
G-UNPOWDER !!! CHAPTER IX . THE "RESERVED SIGHTS" OF THE TOWER OF LONDON . MAJESTY in a dirty , coarse , old night shirt , sitting shivering , partly from cold and partly with terror , on the side of his bed , sleepy , muddled , and
slobbering , at three of the clock on a dark drizzling November morning , was not calculated to communicate an impressive idea of a monarch presiding at an important Cabinet Council . Yet in the royal bedchamber were then assembled bearers of the most illustrious names recorded in history , some of the highest and mightiest nobles of the two kingdoms of England and Scotland . ¦ ¦ Opposite Majesty stood a captive , scowling and manacled , and surrounded by halberd-bearing Yeomen of the Guard . He was a tall , swarthy , becloaked and bebooted varlet , and beheld with much indifference , not to say contempt , the forest of glittering steel with which Majesty ' s ministers hedged Majesty
about ; not altogether to Majesty ' s satisfaction , who seemed to the full as much afraid of the protective blades around him as of the defiant blade before him . ' At His Grace ' s dressing-table—cleared for the moment of Eau-de-Cologne flasks , Ryphophagon , combs and brushes , and Brilliantine , and best Persian Dentifrice—sat the grave Clerk of the Council , who , addressing the prisoner , remarked interrogatively"Name ? John Johnson ? Eh ?"
" Not a bit of it , " replied the unabashed ci-devant " own man , " " write it down GUY EAWKES ! profession , soldier ; formerly in the service of His Highness , the Archduke ; sometime carrying a spontoon in the army of His most Catholic Majesty of Spain and the Indies . " f " Bide a wee , bide a wee , " squeaked the trembling figure on the bed , "let me e ' en eenteerogaite him . What thocht ye to dosirrahwith a' that muckle
, , poouder found yonder ? " " To blow you and your beggarly Scotch following back to your native naked mountains , " roared the captive fiercely . This reply produced a clink and a rustle among the bare blades and some half-dozen of their wielders . J