The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1878-12-24


full i've hundred, were working with az
their might. Their chief was none Other
than Jean H., the Duke de Bourbon
Three hundred ar.hers and pikemen were
arranged to resist the attacking column,
while the rest worked at the cannon,
Three Of the huge pieces had been placed
in position and loaded, and the duke, with
his own hand, was prepared TO discharge
the first, when the shock came. A crowd
OF his own men had been driven before
the muzzle Of the gun he was about TO
FIRE, when hedropped the match.stoc& and
sprang to the front. But single glance
told him he was too late.
Ikea thunderbolt dashed young Leon
the piketnen Of Bourbonnais, turning aside
the weapons that were aimed at him, and
striking down two men in his course. And
his orders had been oboyed to the very
letter. So promptly had the leaders Of the
second and third divisions came up as they
had been directed, that the enemy was
struck on all hands at the same instant,
and panic seiziug them at once, they fed
pell nell. Leon did not make any pur-
suit, but set at work to turn the cannon
against those who had brought them on
the field. a"i
Three OF the guns were already loaded,
and the matches lighted, and as soon as
they could be trained upon the Duke OF
Berry's flank they were discharged. The
moral effect Of the enormous pieces Of ord
nance was OF greater moment than the
physical. CONSERVATION and awe resulted
in fear; and fear begat decentralization and
flight.
Leon piled the battery until he had driv-
en- the Allies beyond reach OF his proiec-
tiles, and then he thought OF his guardian.
It was now past noon, and the battle had
ragged iuriously all the time. Ever and
anon our hero had taken view OF the
field below him. and he knew very nearly
how the battle was going. The royal
forces were surely gaining; and as soon as
he felt justified in leaving the captured
hill, he made arrangements to rejoin his
chief. Leaving half the troops to guard the
ordnance, under command OF the most
trusty Lieutenant, he summoned the re-
mafn1er to follow him to the plain where
the conflict was raging He had seen that
the forces OF Sir Hubert were closely en-
gagged with those OF. Burgundy, and he
knew that every arm was needed. He
spurred on ut the top OF his speed-for his
horse had been resting for several hours
and he reached the scene OF battle none
too soon. Even as he came up he found
the Barons st. Hubert and Lavalette on
foot, side by side, opposed to a superior
number, fighting for life.
"A Lon 10 hertacue !" he shouted, and a
stout Burgundian axman went down be-
meath weil.directed blow Of histrenchant
blade.
IA Lon % Gt rsseu1 ~ was the battle CRY
OF those who had followed him, and in a
few moments the Burguudians were bro
ken and routed.
Our hero had refined up his painting steed
by his guardians side, and was upon the
point OF addressing him when q look OF
terror suddenly conyulSed the good baron's
face, and he cried out to his protege TO
Leon had time to turn his head, and to
avoid the blow aimed at him. II was
Maillotin du BAG whom he saw, standing
In his stirrups, and aiming at him n jave-
lin. With a quick, powerful jerk Of the
rein he drew. back-his horse, and the jave-
lin grazed his throat and struck st. Hubert,
who was in the act OF mounting horse
that he had at that moment caught by the
bride. The baron's helm had been shat
tered, and the furiously hurled barb strik-
ing where the plates were broken, felled
him 10 the earth. In moment Leon was
upon his feet, and by his dear guardians
side; and, at the same moment, he heard
the loud summons:
"John St Hubert, knight and baron,
yield thee my prlsoner!
1t was Maillotin du BAG.
"He yields not yet, vain braggartn'
shouted Leon, and, as he spoke, he stood
above the PROSTATE knight, with sword and
buckler in hand, his feet planted one upon
either side Of the revered and beloved
form. Erect he bore himself, the fire OF
his eyes flashing through the interstices OF
the looped visor and every cord and
muscle sprung TO the work ofprotecting the
sacred charge.
"Hap shouted Du BAG, when he saw the
youth thus standing astride the fallen
baron. sis It thou, my hero? faith, III
take the pair OF you, but punish you first
for your insolence. what think you OF the
weight Of that blale?" - - 40 p no
Evidently The future Provost OF Burgun.
dY, to become butcher-in.chief Of Charles
the Bold, thought to cleavc the skull OF
the venturesonie youth from crown to
chin; but he struck at ono who was quick
TO see and quick 10 act. Without chang
ing his position Of body to the variation
Of 4 hair, Leon threw up his left arm, with
his circular target affixed thereto, and the
slightly comic surface, highly tempered
and polished, turned aside the descending
blade as though Il had been lath of wood.
Du Bae raised his sword a second time.
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