The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1878-10-09
SHOOTING THE RAPIDS.

Curious, isn't IL, now Tue oIu 49,: %
still hold their own? Here is the fashion OF
penance by pilgrimage still in vogue, with
the additional aggravation OF calling IL
travelling for pleasure s..b.,s
''Well, Edward, !" said asweet voice, 'hats
a very pretty compliment to us-your com
panions. think ought to make you do
"That's right, Miss Wentworth; keep him
in order" chimed in a third speaker. How
ever going abroad has this one advantage ior
us English, that there we can sometimes
venture to seem amused, without tnereoy
committing the seven deadly SINS IN one.
Snch was the chat which passed among the
proup of four-two ladies and two gentlemen
seated at lunch on the balcony of the Hotel
du Rhin. at Schaffhausen, one sunny alter
noon in the latter part OF MAY. The hrst
speaker was a fine LOOKING young man OF
three and twenty, whose comedy features,
dark curling hair, and tall, well shaped tg-
ure amply bore out the name of Handsome
Ned" given him by his intimates Young;
rich good looking, popular with high ana
low. in the plentitude of health and vlgor,
lately betrothed to the charming girl whose
soft lUstrous eyes were watching MIN nan
tenderly, half archly, from the other side OF
the board-Viscount Montague might fairly
account himself an extremely lucky young
fellow. But upon that bright young face,
firm and manly asst was brooded the doomed
look which hauIits one in the portraits OF
Montrose, of Claverhouse, OF Charles I-om-
iuously bearing out the gloomy tradltion
current among the elders of his native conn
try. that 1.-THE last of the Montagues was so
in a double sense, and that with him the
grand old line which had left its mark upon
every age of English history since the days
of the Tudors, was doomed to pass away Tor
ever.
Reside him sat his inseparable associate,
Sedley Burdett, whose square, muscular tig-
ure and frank sunburnt face looked the very
embodiment of young England at its best.
Side by side the two young men mad snot
buffaloes on American prairies, stalkeo
moose through Canadian forests, "bowled
over" royal tigers in Bengal, ana noonoooed
with negro kings on the coast OF Africa, ana
they were now faute de mIeux, escorting
the Flower of Kent and her mother on the
inevitable tour through Switzerland, not
without a secret hope that some unscaled
mountain might afford them chance OF
breaking their necks in the good old British
way.
Ibid you see how old Johann eyed me as
he brought in the lunchP' said Montague.
Hes evidently a devout believer in the
continental creed, that an Englishman's nat
ural pastime is to knock somebody down, or
set house on fire. or make heavy bet that
he'll jump headforemost cut or the window,
and then do 1t forthwith"
"Aye," laughed Burdett, ''just what DIR.
Buchanan said to me yesterday: Mein Herr,
those countrymen of yours! When L was
practicing in Saxony, l had no peace for
theml First thing in the morning, king!
king! at my door. What is it? An Eng
lander, who has broken his leg in trying to
scale The Teufels-horn, which no one ever
asceuded yet set the Herr Englander's
leg. end am making him comfor able, when
king! king! again. What nowp AN Eng
lander, nearly drowned in swimming across
the Elbe for a wager l wrap the Herr
Highlander IN hot blankets, and bring him
to. Before halfa an hour isover, king! king!
once more. 'Mein Herr. What's the mat
ter? AN Englander, who has broken a
blood vessel in trying to run II miles an
hour because somebody sand he couldn't
Mein Herr | am sorry 10 hear it, but your
countrymen are equally devoid of fear and
of r ason."
But YOU won't do any more of these
horrible things now, Edward" said Marion
Wentworth, entreatiugly; you promised TO
be more careful, youknow, while you were
with u.s."
Don't be frightened, my child" answer
ed the yiscount, with his gay laugh; be
lieye me- | have DO intention OF being Kill
ed any sooner than is necessary. Would
YOU believe it, Sed? this unreasonable young
woman is making herself miserable, ano
daily expecting notification to attend my
funeral, on no better grounds than an ole
monks prophecy"
IAN old monks prophecy" echoed Bur
dett inquiriDgy.
"What, haven't you heard Of it?'' CRIED
Montague well, this is a treat, to fine
one man to whom that story's new. Yot
must know, then, as those fellows in San
ford and Merton keep saying, that the eS
tate which Harry the Eighth bestowed upoI
my respected ance stor, Sir Anthony Browne
included Battle Abbey and the lands belong
ing to IL; and mighty short work he MADE o
the poor old monks if all tales be true. Bu
after they were expelled it began to be whis
pered that one monk still remained in tn
old walls, and that he was not to be driver
out by either king or lord"
my wordr cried Burdett; that's jus
the Black Friar of Norman Stone over again
Do you remember with what dramatic en-
ergy our old tutor used to repeat tina
verse
"sBeware, beware of the Black Friar;
He still retains his sway,
For he is still the chnrch's heir,
Whoe'er may be the lay.
Amundeville is lord by day,
But the monk is lord by night;
Nor wine nor wassail can raise a vassal
To question that friar right.
well" pursued Montague, when m
worthy forefather came into his propert.
the first thing he did was TO give big Oil
ner in the great hall of Battle Abbey iii
found 1t half as tiresome as the dinner hs
TO give when / came of age, the impie
must have been its own avenger), and the
lighted up the old place with perfect bla
of torches and held high revel till midnigh
And then. all of a sudden, a chill blast
wind came moaning through the hall, ma
ing all the old banners and naiI-coats alol
the walls claDk and rustic; and the hu
door swung s owly open and in the midst
the guests no one could see whence or no
appeared the shrouded figure of a tall mon
10 elided like a shadow up to the dais wbe
nv ancestors was seated, and said, in de
hollow voice that seemed TO make the We
torches grow pale as it spoke:
"'Anthony OF CowdrY! thou hast enrich
myself with the spoils of Gods church, al
for that deed His judgments are upon tn
and thine. As Snow melts in the sunshir
so shall thy race decay. until the end com
and it shall come suddenly, In one day,
fire and by water"
1t was strange enough to note how Nc
tsgue's light tone deepened into traf
soIemnity Is the dismal tale proceeded, a
how the shadowy impress OF doom on