Nebraska advertiser., 1868-02-13

ibsuI, | would teach him with my sword
10 suspect a Kerver. Forget you, my
.Finette! you do not know the fidelity Of
a Breton"
That the Bretons are faithful no q
doubts; but that they are still more head
strong is a justice that zone will deny
them. Ii was useless for poor Finette 10
plead in her most loving tones; she was
forced TO yield. She resigned herself
with a heavy heart, and said to WON {;
Go without me, then. to your castle.
bui only stay long enough to speak TO
your friends; then 60 straight TO The
stable, and return as soon as possible.
You will be surrounded by people act
as if you saw no one, and above all, do
not eat or drink any thing whatever.
Should you lake only a glass of water
evil would come upon US bo'h."
WON promised and swore all that
FInette asked. but he smiled 10 heart al
this feminine weakness. He was sure
IF himself aud he thought with pride
how different a Breton was from those
tickle Frenchmen. whose words, they
say. are borne away by the first breath Of
the wind.
On entering the old castle he could
scarcely its dark walls. All
the windows were f%eslOoned with leaves
and flowers within and without; the
courtyard was strewn with fragran,
grass; on one side were spread tables
groaning under their weight; on the
other, musicians, mounted on casks,
were playing merry airs. The vassals,
dressed in their holiday attire, were
singing ard dancing. aud dancing. aud
singing. IL was a greal day Of rejoicing
al tho castle. The baron himself was
smiling. Il is true that he had just
married his fifth daughter TO the Kmgh
IF Kervalec This marriage added al
olher quartering to the illustrlOus escut-
chroa Of the Krryers.
won, recognized and welcomed by
all the crowd, was instantly surrounded
by his relatives, who embraced him aud
shook him by the hand. Where had be
from? Had be conquered a king
dom, a duchy. or a barony? Had be
brought the bride the Jewels of some
Had the fairies protected him
How many rivals had he overlhrOwn!
All those questions were showered upon
him without reply. WON respectfully
kissed his fathers hand, fastened to his
sisters chamber, took two of their finest
dresses, went 10 the stable, saddled a
pony, mounted a beautiful Spanish J%ennet.
and was about TO quit the castle, when
he found his relatives, friends, squireS,
and ~vassals all Standing in his way, their
hands, ready to drink their young lords
health and his safe return.
Yvon gracefully thanked them, bowed.
and made his way by degrees through
The crowd, when just as he was about to
cross the draw bridge, a ~fair-haired lady,
with naughty and d~isdainful air. a slrang-
er to him. a sister of The bridegroom,
perhaps, approached him, holding a pOme-
granate 10 her hand.
My handsome knight" said she,
with a singular smile, you surely will
not refuse a lady's first request. Taste
this pomegranale, | enlreat you. If you
are nenher hungry nor thirsty after so
long a journey, | suppose at least that
you have not forgotten the laws Of polite
ness"
Yvon dared not refuse this appeal.
He was very wrong. Scarcely had be
tasted the pomegranate when he looked
round hum like a man waking from a
dream.
What am l doing on this horse g.
thought he. "'What means this pony
that | am leading? Is not my place in
my fathers house at my %sisIes's wed
Why Should l quit the cas,le?'
He threw the bTldle to one f the
groous. leaped li0huy to The ground, and
offered his haud to the fair-halred, lady.
who accepted him as her attendant on
the spot, and gave him her bouquet to
hold as a special mark of favor.
Before the evening was over there
was another belroDhed couple in the
castle. Yvon had pledged his faith TO
the unknown lady, and Finetle was
forgotten.
To be Continued