The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1860-07-25
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The Unknown Champion.

The front door of the Lysle Hall shut so
heavily that it shook the house, startling q
young girl and boy, who sat in the deep EN-
brasure Of a window, apparently waiting for
something or some person. The Young girl
was dark huired, dark eyed, extremely prel.
ty, though her lips curled too haughtily and
an imperious glance shot from her large
dark eyes which told Of naughty spirit
The boy was pale, and golden haired Who'll
ly unlike his companion and sister 10 fea
ture, a poor thing wus Alfred Lysle--his
righ, arm and leg being withered-had been
SO from his birth. He was gentle, affection
ate, high spirited and talented, the idol of
his widowed father and proud sister. There
were times when the spirit chaffed, and he
almost cursed the poor manned body which
was such clog to him.
Alfred read aloud while his sister Agnes
busted herself with piece of embroidery,
giving, if the truth be told, a very divided
attention to the words Of her brother.
"Was not that glorious description 7"
asked the boy, his face all glowing with po-
etical enthusiasm.
eyes; l think I never heard cataract
described more beautifully"
"Wby Aggie got along past The cataract
and reached the meadow !''
"Oh have you dear! Well Alfred, to
tell you the honest truth, got 10 thinking
of something else. Be so kind as to read it
over Ogain, and this time will surely listen
to you"
The boy laughed gayly as he ahsWereds
"No use, Aggie your wits would Be wool
gathering again before had read three
lines. will not torment you any longer.
Shall talk ID you instead-or would you
rather be silent :"
"Tulk, if you please, Alfred"
"What think you, sister Agnes, will be
the result of this conference I" asked the
boy in low tone.
The gill raised her troubled face and an.
swered very slowly:
"Indeed, Alfred, scarcely dare think
The Dudleys are not famed for their gener.
osity, and"
Bang! Bang 1t was the hall door
closing so heavily that it stopped her words
and caused both the young persons to start.
"Gone at last - exclaimed Agnes. And
che rose to her feet just as the door of the
room where they were sitting opened, and
an old gentlemen entered.
"What now, father thought Mortimer
Dudley would never 60. How is it set
tied :"
"The matter stands just where it did be-
fore. He will not ubate one inch Of ground,
nor will I. He thinks his claim as good as
mine, and day after to morrow we meet on
the debatable ground, and with sturdy lances
settle the question:"
"Good, father! feared that you might
be compelled to yield, and couldn't bear to
think that In old oge you would be obliged
to give up your home and 60 among sttan-
gers. The case has been carried from court
to court. and years have passed away in fu.
tile waiting now, n we'll directed blow and
the proud Earl Of Dudley will be ovett6rown.
Aye, charge at him, father; and may God
and St. Mary guide your weapon 90 that you
may come off conquerer:"
The father smiled and patted The cheek OF
his pretty, spirited daughter, then seated
himself beside bis son and read with him.
Sir Henry Lysle was about ffty-ive,
handsome, and high spirited an upright
honorable and kind father. For two gensra'