Great Britain -- History -- Charles I, 1625-1649 -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Temperance -- Fiction
safety, and their children after them." "I echo your wish," said the
earl, with a laugh. "Whence came to you this lucky thought, old
friend, of building a bridge?" "When my daughter was but a little
child, my lord," answered Jack, "and I asked her on one of her
birthdays what I should do for her, she said to me, 'Build me a
bridge over the river, father,' not thinking but that I could do
aught she set her heart upon, and having had long since some childish
fancy to run to and fro across the river on a bridge of her own. So
when she was dead and gone, and I had nought left in the world on
which to spend my savings, her words came back to me, and though her
feet would ne'er walk over it, I made up my mind to build a bridge
for love of her, and surely it was just the making of it whatever
that kept this poor brain of mine from turning at the loss of her!"
"Well?" said the earl, as the boatman paused. "She died a victim to
her curiosity, my lord," said Jack, with a heavy sigh. "I hold that
curiosity hath been the downfall of woman since the days of our first
parent, but that my own pretty lamb should fall a victim to the sin
was indeed ever far from my thoughts!" and Jack brushed away a tear
with his rough hand. "She lost her mother, you see, my lord, when
she was but a young child, and perchance it may have been from my
scarce knowing the best way to train her, that she grew up so
high-spirited, and was wild and wilful in her ways. But indeed, I
doubt not that she forgot her father's warning, and meant no
disobedience, when she went, poor pretty little thing, to her death."
"Well?" said the earl again, as Jack paused, fearing lest he were
making too free with his noble friend. "You know the underground
passage, my lord," said Jack, "which leads from Bryn Afon to Caer
Caradoc yonder, passing likewise through Craig Arthur on its way? My
daughter was wont at times to pass some few weeks at Caer Caradoc
with a friend of her poor mother's, who was housekeeper to the
family--for they were ofttimes at the Court, or in foreign parts, and
she was pleased to have my little girl with her for company,--and so
the child heard all manner of foolish tales from the servants about
the wonderful passage, and her poor silly little head became full of
the notion that she must needs some day venture therein by herself,
and explore its secrets, unknown to them all. I forbade her ever to
do such a thing, on pain of such displeasure as she had never yet
seen from her father; but some seven years gone by, when she had but
just turned her twenty-first birthday, and was over young and giddy
for her years, she went again to the castle, and alas, my lord, her
curiosity then did verily get the better of her, and forgetting her
old dad's warning, she went, unknown to any in the house, into the
dark passage. She never had fear in her heart of aught you could
name, and doubtless she thought it would be a fine thing to go
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