..Under the crown, American history; . goblets. The squire rose, and in a loud voice gaveHis Majesty, the King! which was drunk in ELIZABETHS CHOICE. 145 a respectful silence. The health of His Excel-lency, the Governor of South Carolina, pro-ceeded the squire, loyally. Ladies and gentlemen, said Colonel Ludwellof the Royal Dragoons, I give you the health ofMaster Christopher Charlton, born by good luckon the forty-ninth anni-versary of his blessedmajesty. Thereupon there wasa rousing cheer for Kit,very brave and hand-some in his silk coat,flowered waistcoat, pow-der, ribbons and lace. The squ
..Under the crown, American history; . goblets. The squire rose, and in a loud voice gaveHis Majesty, the King! which was drunk in ELIZABETHS CHOICE. 145 a respectful silence. The health of His Excel-lency, the Governor of South Carolina, pro-ceeded the squire, loyally. Ladies and gentlemen, said Colonel Ludwellof the Royal Dragoons, I give you the health ofMaster Christopher Charlton, born by good luckon the forty-ninth anni-versary of his blessedmajesty. Thereupon there wasa rousing cheer for Kit,very brave and hand-some in his silk coat,flowered waistcoat, pow-der, ribbons and lace. The squire reseatedhimself, and beckonedwith his hand to Betty,who stood at the lower king george n. end of the hall, surrounded by an eager blue eyes were shining, but her mouthquivered as she stepped forward and bent lowbefore her father; she opened her lips to speak,but the squire forestalled her. No need to ask, my little jockey, he know right well what tis you long for. He took a folded paper from his breast pocket. 146 ELIZABETHS CHOICE. and handed it to her. She unfolded the official-looking document mechanically. It was, as sheexpected, a playfully worded Leave of Absence for Mistress Elizabeth Charlton forOne Year from Charlton Manor; said Year to be spent inEngland. In Token of the Winning of a Cup by RidingJuniper Third. And for faithful service on said Manor.(Signed) Christopher Charlton. The girls eyes filled as she read, her lipstrembled, the color forsook her cheek. Your honor, she said, refolding the paper,if I might choose — What! interrupted the squire, vexed andamazed. Do you mean to say — If I might choose, repeated Betty, in asteady voice. The squire reached out for the paper, andtore it into bits. You can choose, of course,for my word is passed. But whatever youchoose, you get that and that only. I know, your honor, said Betty, and herhead went up proudly, like to the squires own. Well ? said the squire. The guests pressedforward, curious
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