was accomplished.

One false word, one false syllable, one false tone would have spoiled
it all, had not Mary--but I fear you are weary with hearing so much of
Mary.

So after all, Mary, though a queen, came portionless to Brandon. He
got the title, but never received the estates of Suffolk; all he
received with her was the money I carried to him from France.
Nevertheless, Brandon thought himself the richest man in all the
earth, and surely he was one of the happiest. Such a woman as Mary is
dangerous, except in a state of complete subjection--but she was bound
hand and foot in the silken meshes of her own weaving, and her power
for bliss-making was almost infinite.

And now it was, as all who read may know, that this fair, sweet,
wilful Mary dropped out of history; a sure token that her heart was
her husband's throne; her soul his empire; her every wish his subject,
and her will, so masterful with others, the meek and lowly servant of
her strong but gentle lord and master, Charles Brandon, Duke of
Suffolk.

_Note by the Editor_

Sir Edwin Caskoden's history differs in some minor details from other
authorities of the time. Hall's chronicle says Sir William Brandon,
father of Charles, had the honor of being killed by the hand of
Richard III himself, at Bosworth Field, and the points wherein his
account of Charles Brandon's life differs from that of Sir Edwin may
be gathered from the index to the 1548 edition of that work, which is
as follows:

CHARLES BRANDON, ESQUIRE,
Is made knight,
Created Viscount Lysle,
Made duke of Suffolke,
Goeth to Paris to the Iustes,
Doeth valiantly there,
Returneth into England,
He is sent into Fraunce to fetch home the French quene into England,
He maryeth her,
and so on until
"He dyeth and is buryed at Wyndesore."

No mention is made in any of the chronicles of the office of Master of
Dance. In all other essential respects Sir Edwin is corroborated by
his contemporaries.

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_The Author and The Book_

BY MAURICE THOMPSON

When a man does something by which the world is attracted, we
immediately feel a curiosity to know all about him personally. Mr.
Charles Major, of Shelbyville, Indiana, wrote the wonderfully popular
historical romance, When Knighthood was in Flower, which has already
sold over a quarter million copies.

It is not mere luck that makes a piece of fiction acceptab