Nebraska advertiser., 1868-01-30
YVON AND FINETTE,
A PARRY TALE az BETHANY.

tany a noble lord, who wa called the
Baron Kerver. His manor house was the
most beautiful ia the province. i was
a great Gothic castle, with a groined'
roof and walls, covered with carving,
that looked at a distance like a vine
Ginning over an arbOr. On the first floor
six stained glass balcony windows looked
out on each side towaEd the rising and
and the setting sun. 10 the morning,
when the baron, mounted on his dun
mare, went forth into the forest, follow
ed by his tall g~reyhounds, he saw at
each window one Of his daughters, with
prayer-boOk in hand, praying for the
house of Kerver, and who, with their
fair Curls, and blue eyes, and clasped
hands, might have been taken for six
Madonnas IN a bright azure niche. AT
evening, when the sun declined and the
Baron returned h%Omeward, after riding
round his d~ominions, he perceived from
afar. in The windows looking toward the
west, six sons, with dark locks and ea-
gle gaze, the hope and pride Of the fam
ily, that might have been taken for six
sculptured knights at the portal Of the
church. For ten leagues around, all
who wished 10 quote a happy father and
q powerful lord named the Baron Ker.
yer.
The castle had but twelve windows,
and the baron had thirteen Children
The last, the one that had 20 place, was
ahandsOme boy Of thirteen, by the name
Of won. As is usual, be was the best be-
loved. In the morning, at bis departure.
and at evening, at his return, the baron
always found WON waiting upon the
threshold 10 embrace him. With his
hair falling TO his waist, his graceful fg-
ure, bis willful air, and his bold bearing,
Yvon was beloved 5y all the BretOns.-
At twelve years of sSe be had bFaVely
attacked and killed . woOlf with an axe,
which had won him the name Of "Feag.
less" He deserved the title, for never
was there a bolder heart.
One day, when the baron had staid at
home and was amusing himself by break
ing a lance with his squire, WON enter
ed the armory in a travelling dress, and,
bending one knee TO the ground.
"My lord and father" said be to the
baron, II come to ask your blessing
The house Of Kerver is rich in knights,
and has no need of a child ; il is time
for me 70 seek my fortune. / wish 70 90
20 distant countries to try my strength,
and TO make myself a name."
"You are right, Fearless. replied the
Baron, more moved than be wished TO
appear. Il will not keep you back /
have no right to do so but you are very
young, my child perhaps it would be
better for you TO stay another year with
u.s.
81 am sixteen, my father; at that age
you had already fought one of the prou-
dest lords Of the country. / have not
forgotten that our arms are a unicorn rip
ping up 3 lioa, and eur motto Onward /!
/ do not wish the KerVers 10 blush for
their last child"
won received bis fathers blessing,
shook hands with his brothers, embraced
his sisters, bid adieu to ali the weeping
~vassals, and set out with a light heart.
Nothing stopped him on his way. A
river appeared, he wan il; a mountain,
he climbed it a forest, be made hrs way
through It with the sun for a guide. On
the KerUeT! be cried, whenever he met
with an obstacle, and went straight for.
ward in spite of everything.
For three years he had been roaming
over the world in search of adventures,
sometimes ~conqueTing, sometimes con-
quered. always bold and gay, when be
received an offer to go and fight the
heather of Norway. To kill unbelievers
and 10 conquer a kingdom was a double
pleasure. Yvon enlisted twelve brave
cOmrads, freighted a ship, and hOisted
from the mainmast a blue standard, with
the unicorn and motto Of the Kervers.
The sea was calm, the wind fair, and
the night serene. WON, stretched on the
deck, watched the stars, and sought the
q which cast its trembling light on his
fathers castle. All at once The vessel
struck upon a rock /; q terrible crash was
heard the sails fell like finder; and an
enormous wave burst over the deck, and
swept everything away.
'On-the Kerver % cried WON, as
soon as his head appeared above the wa
ter; and he began to swim as TRANQUILITY
asif be had been bathing in the lake Of
the old castle. Happily the moon was
rising. WON saw, at a little distance, a
black speck among the silvery waves-it
was land. He approached it, not without
difficulty, and finally succeeded 10 gain
ing a fOothold. Dripping wet, exhaust
ed win fatigue, and out of breath, he
dragged himself on the sand then,
without more anxiety, said his prayers,
and went to sleep.
In the morning, on awakening. Yvon
tried 10 discover in what country be had
been cast. He saw in the distance a
house as large as a church. windows If
fly feet in height. He walked a whole
day before reaching il, and at last found
himself in front Of an immense door,
with a knocker so heavy that It was i'm
possible for a man 10 lift il.
Yvon took 3 great stone and began 10
knock. "Come in g cried a voice that
sounded like the roar Of a bull. Al the
same instant the door opened, and the
little Breton found himself in the pres.
eDce of a giant not less than forty feet
in height.
"What is your name, and what do
want here 4! said the giant, taking up
Yvon between his thumb and finger, and
lifting him from the ground 80 as to see
better.