Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1841-12-18

q forest glade, "a pTlnCeiy Dduu VI hopl0o
slowly wendell their way towards the
stately towers of the feudal Chateau of
Tancarvile. First rode there Craron de
Montford, young and brave; then--more
| in wears, and greater in wisdom-the bold
Bertram de Gibson; and lastly, surrounded
with a retinue of esqures and pages, and
the centre of group of knights, whose
dancing plumes were mlrrored IN the RIVER
as they passed. came, on white and pran-
cling palfrey, the fair and lovely lsollne,
daughter and heiress of Raoul Lord OF
Tancarville. ' .s"a aen 49,.
Il spoke not said the gentle girl to. the
knight at her side, 4 spoke not OF my I'M
known champion, my deliverer indeed,
Monsieur de Montenay, that you should
play the braggart Methinks / see you now
challenging my father to mortal combat,
before King Philip-le-BeL as did the Sire
de Harcourt, some ten years back; or,
save the mark, throwing your gauntlet at
the feet of yBertram de Gibson yOnder
whom your deeds of battle have driven
from our companyPl uof' "r'... a. t"
THAT did leapthe barrier-walls is true
lisped De Montenay; the height was mar
vellous, but cleared it nevertheless. seized
the violets which the fair dame had dropped
from her bosom, and after gazing moment
calmly into the lions face, in an instant re-
gained my place beside 'r
Whom, fair sir!' '1
THE DAME '' '.'.
'Her name, brave sir!
@ Marry, do forgetr cried the knight, an
prily; 'one modest and coy withal,' he adj
ded' with bitterness; who was incapable
of smiling upon men whose suits she would
never favor, and whose disposition was not
altogether so generous as to induce her to
address each passing stranger as though
he were her betrothed. You want the Sire
de Gibson, lady; | will send him to you,
and putting spurs to his horse, before she
could reply De Montenayrode forward.
- @ He is presumptuous and overweelng;
would as soon touch an adder as wed him.
nv father NAV be wroth with me, but il
he presses his suit / will hear none of it,
/, mused IsoHne. Sire de Ciisson,' she con-
tinued aloud, as he joined her, "a good ex-
change: | had grown deaf had that brag-
CART remained moment longer at my
, side. | was relating strange adventure
? which befel me in this forest some six
+, months since, when de Montenay must
needs outvie my hero of the woods, anc
favor us with tale of a Paris tourney
as old . .....
NAV, think not of him., smiled the cour
teous de Gibson; 'to your adventure, lady.
b Il was returning home from Rouen, 81,
i months ago, ay, Just six months to-day
1t was the eve before you joined my faith
&. ers household, Alain de Royc.' '"'
2 With an open brow, and a lightsome eye
the dependent on her fathers bounty Zone
. of those hireling combatants SO common
in France at the, period Of our tale, and
VI whose swords were at the service of thu
highest bidder for the time being9 thu:
addressed, approaching nearer the group
4 whom he had followed al short distance
respectfully answered the lady in the at
frmative. .,..
He was a gallant YOUTH she continued
and a noble one to boot. The night hac
closed upon us about three leagues from
hence, at that beautiful spot where the road
leaving the windings of the river, first en-
tiers the forest. Trees, river, cliffs, ant
hills shone forth with exquisite distinct
r. ness in the clear light Of the rising moor
Though urged not to proceed, but to re
main during the night at the conyent {
our Holy Mother, where we We're the
passing, the illness of my father, tidings {
which had caused my sudden departur
from Rouen, would allow me to brook n
. delay. Daring and defying all danger,
hurried forward, despite the entreates {
- the small body of my fathers retainers VIII
attended me. We had not gone far, b'
fore the weather changing Unexpected!
. the deep and starry sky was in few mil
utes covered with clouds, the moon col
cealed, and the darkness around SO iptenS
=; that, each moment fearful Of losing OF
way, it was with the utmost difficulty W
managed to proceed. Thus situated, judi
of my. horror on finding ourselves sudde
,e Iy surrounded by a troop of the forest bT
poo gands. My fathers coward hirellngs file
leaving me to,the tender mercies Of the;
thieves. They were snatching the rims
from my ears, one had unclasped ewell(
necklace from my throat, gems that in ;
Normandy have not their equal, when, q
tracted by my cries, the unknown champiC
sprang among US and drew his sword,
es saw the splntered steel flash in the dar
on ness; / closed my eyes amidst blows al
tie groans on every side, and before my Lo
to of ,Montmerenci, who was also returnil
ey from Rouen. could come up with asst:
nd ance, the terrified and wounded ruffia
a disappeared. My deliverer was about
ne address me, and Ito thank him in fifth