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THE
PANCHRONICON BY
HAROLD STEELE MACKAYE
NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
1904
COPYRIGHT, 1904, BY
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS Published, April, 1904
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE I. THE THEORY OF COPERNICUS DROOP 1 II. A VISIT TO THE PANCHRONICON 23 III. A NOCTURNAL EVASION 38 IV. A CHANGE OF PLAN 58 V. DROOP'S THEORY IN PRACTICE 86 VI. SHIPWRECKED ON THE SANDS OF TIME 103 VII. NEW TIES AND OLD RELATIONS 123 VIII. HOW FRANCIS BACON CHEATED THE BAILIFFS 157 IX. PHOEBE AT THE PEACOCK INN 179 X. HOW THE QUEEN READ HER NEWSPAPER 208 XI. THE FAT KNIGHT AT THE BOAR'S HEAD 242 XII. HOW SHAKESPEARE WROTE HIS PLAYS 258 XIII. HOW THE FAT KNIGHT DID HOMAGE 277 XIV. THE FATE OF SIR PERCEVALL'S SUIT 297 XV. HOW REBECCA RETURNED TO NEWINGTON 317 XVI. HOW SIR GUY KEPT HIS TRYST 324 XVII. REBECCA'S TRUMP CARD 340
THE PANCHRONICON
CHAPTER I THE THEORY OF COPERNICUS DROOP
The two sisters were together in their garden. Rebecca Wise, turned forty and growing slightly gray at the temples, was
moving slowly from one of her precious plants to the next, leaning over
each to pinch off a dead leaf or count the buds. It was the historic
month of May, 1898, and May is the paradise of flower lovers. Phoebe was eighteen years younger than her sister, and the beauty of
the village. Indeed, many declared their belief that the whole State of
New Hampshire did not contain her equal. She was seated on the steps of the veranda that skirted the little white
cottage, and the absent gaze of her frank blue eyes was directed through
the gate at the foot of the little path bordered by white rose bushes.
In her lap was a bundle of papers yellowed by age and an ivory
miniature, evidently taken from the carved wooden box at her side. Presently Rebecca straightened her back with a slight grimace and looked
toward her sister, holding her mold covered hands and fingers spread
away from her. "Well," she inquired, "hev ye found anythin'?" Phoebe brought her gaze back from infinity and replied: "No, I ain't. Only that one letter where Isaac Burton writes her that
the players have come to town." "I don't see what good them letters'll do ye in the Shakespeare class,
then." Rebecca spoke listlessly more interested in her garden than in her
sister's search. "I don't know," Phoebe rejoined, dreamily. "It's awful funny but
whenever I take out these old letters there comes over me the feelin'
that I'm 'way off in a strange country and I feel like somebody else." Rebecca looked up anxiously from her work. "Them sort o' philanderin' notions are foolish, Phoebe," she said, and
flicked a caterpillar over the fence. Phoebe gave herself a little shake and began to tie up the papers. "That's so," she replied. "But they will come when I get these out, an'
I got 'em out thinkin' the' might be somethin' about Shakespeare in 'em
for our class." She paused and looked wistfully at the letters again. "Oh!" she cried, "how I do wonder if he was among those players at the
Peacock Inn that day! You know 'players' is what they called play actors
in those days, and he was a play actor, they say." "Did he live very far back, then?" said Rebecca, wishing to appear
interested, but really intent upon a new sprout at the foot of the
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