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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE.
came upon the dark mass ^f Horsham Bridge. By an agreement Norfolk met us there, and getting out the King as best we could, we stood by the cellars of Horsham Castle. There in the dark, huddled on the bank, we heard the horrid tale from Norfolk. He had returned to Horsham and without more ado had told Catherine the King's finality; that he must marry Princess Margaret." She had wept in his arms and he had comforted Lxer as best he could. He had scarcely returned to his wing of the castle, when hurried knocking came upon his door. Frightened servitors stood sheep-like in his gallery. Something was amiss with Mistress Catherine. With a pounding heart he had hastened down the long corridors and thru the secret passage to the donjon. Her door was ajar and no one stirring. Pushing in, he saw her young form lying on a couch; the room in some dis-array. Seizing her hand he sought to break her sleep, but it was hopeless. She had a soft pallor on her cheeks, like one dreaming; the tint of a sea-shell : the soul had
winged away. By her side a shattered glass told him the weapon. Then he knew not what he had done. His head span, and scorched like a smith's iron. In the early dawn, they had carried her, drest in white, beneath the castle and she was laid with holy candles in the vault of the Howards.
Having finished, he looked keenly at the King, who took no notice, propping against a young tree. At length Henry Tudor spoke.
"Ye tell me, my lord," he said in a strange voice, "she lies in Horsham vaults. Then take me to her ; for even a King can grieve."
Norfolk grjped the walls, and opening a small portal, bade us enter. The place was jetty black inside and foul with old vapours. Keeping close to Norfolk, we slowly trudged the void, the King between us. At length the dim glow of mass candles lit the solemn journey, and we came into a groined and vaulted chamber. Along the walls carvecl-stone caskets held the ashes of dead Howards; and in the centre lay a marble slab, new placed. On it lay a
THE KING PLACES HIS SIGNET RING ON CATHARINE'S FINGER.