The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1878-10-04
VOL. 21.
SHOOTING THE RAPIDS.

Bentlemen-Seateu at lunch on the bal
cony of the Hotel du Rhin, at Schaff.
hansen, one sunny afternoon in the latter
part of May. The first speaker was fine
looking young man'of three-and- twenty.
whose comely features, dark curling
hair and tall, well-shaped figure, amply
bore out the name of Handsome Ned, -
given him by his intimates.- Young,
rich, good looking, popular with high
and low, in the plentitude of health and
IVigor, lately betrotlled to the charming
girl whose soft lustrous eyes were watch
ing him half 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. manly as
1t waa, brOOded the doomed look that
haunts one in the portraits of Montrose,
OF Ciaverhouse, of Charles l., OminOusly
bearing out the gloomy tradition current
among the elders of his native country.
that the last of the Montagues" was so
IN 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 forever
Beside him sat his inseparable asso-
clate, Sediey Burdett, whose square mus
cular figure, and frank sunburnt face.
looked the embodiment of Young Eng,
land at its best. Side by side the two
young men had shot buffalOs on Ameri-
can pralries, stalked moose through Can
adian forests, "bOwled over'' royal tigers
In Bengal, and hobnObbed with negro
kings on the coast of Africa, and thew
were now, yJaute de Daieur, escOrting the
"Flower of Kent" and her mother on the
| inevitable tour through Switzerland, not
without secret hope that some unscaled
mountain might afford them a chance of
| breaking their necks in the good old
British way.
Did you see how old Johann eyed me
as he brought in the lunch ~ said Mon
tague Hes evidently devout believ-
er In the Continental creed, that an Eng
lishman's natural pastime is to knock
somebody down, or set a house on fire
or make heavy bet that he'll lump
head-toremost out of the window, and
then do it forthwith" So =
Aye" laughed Burdett, 'just what
DR.. Buchanan said to me Yesterday !:
'Mein Herr, those countrymen of yours
when was practicing in Saxony 1 had
no peace for them! First thing in the
morning, king! king! at nv door
What is ity' IAN Highlander, who has
broken his leg in trying to scale the leu
ieis morn, which no one ever assembled
yet" l set Herr Englander's leg, and
am making him comfortable, when king!
Killing! again. "What now ~ IAN Eng
lander, nearly drowned in swimming
across the Elbe on wager" wrap the
Herr Englander in hot blankets, and
bring him to. Before half an hour is
over, king! king once more. "Mein
Herr! what's the matter?'' IAN Eng
lander, who has broken blood vessel in
trying to run twelve miles an hour. be-
| nnnan GOmnhnflNr III he Il, l.nT
Herr, am sorry to have to say il, but
your countrymen are equally devoid of
fear and of reason"
But you won't do any more of these
horrible things now, Edward, " said Ma
ron wentworth, entreatingly; "you
promised to be more careful, you know.
while you were with u.s."
Don't be frightened, my ehild,'' an
swered the viscount, with his gay laugh :
believe me, l have no intention of be-
| ing Killed sooner than is necessary.
Would you believe it, Sed ? this unrea-
sonable young woman is making her
sell miserable, and daily expecting no
tlhcatlon to attend my funeral, on no
better grounds than an old monks proph-
ecy."
An old monks prophecy?" echoed
Burdett, inquiringly.
| What, haven't you heard of it ?" cried
Montague. "Well, this is a treat. to find
one man to whom the story is new. You
must know, then, Gas those fellows in
Sanford and Merton keep saying), that
the estate which Harry the Eighth be-
slowed upon my respected ancestor, Sir
Anthony Browne, included Battle Abbey
and the lands belonging to it; and mighty
short work he made of the poor old
monks, if all tales be true. But after
they were expelled, it began to be whis-
pered that one monk still remained in
the old walls, and that he was not to be
driven out by either king or lord"
| MY wOrdr' cried Burdett; ''that's
just the Black Friar of Norman Stone
over again. Do you. remember with
what dramatic energy our old tutor used
to repeat that verse
Beware, beware of the Black Friari
He still retains his sway,
| For he is still the Church's heir.
Amundeville Is lord by day,
| But the monk Is lord by night: s34.
Nor wine nor wassail can raise q yassal
To question that friar's right :"
well, !" pursued Montague, ''when nv
worthy forefather came into his property
the first thing he did was to give a bic,
dinner in the great hall of Battle AbbeV
! if he found it half as tiresome as the
dinner had to give when came of ace,
the impiety must have been its own
ayengsr,3 and they lighted up the old
place with perfect blaze of torches, and
hetd nigh reyel till midnight. And then
all OF asudden, chill blast of wind came
moaning through the hall, making all
the old banners and mail-coats aIons the
walls clank and rustic; and the huge
door swung slowly open, and in the
midst OF the guests, no one could see
whence or how, appeared the shroudei
Inquire OF tall monk. 1t glided like a
shadow up TO the dais where my ances-
TOT was, seated, and said, in deep hol-
low voice that seemed to make the very
torches grow pale as it spoke.
4 Anthony of COwdrayl thou hast en-
riched myself with the spoils of Gods
church, and for that deed His judgments
are upon thee and thine. AS snow melts
in the sunshine, so shall thy race decay
until the end come; and it shall come
terP' II O r n - 'l-TN
1t was strange enough to note how
Montague's light tone deepened into
tragic solemnity as the dismal tale Dro-
Iceeded, and how the shadow impress of
doom on his handsome face came out
palmer and palmer with every word.
The anxious look in Marion Wentworth's
i eyes grew into absolute terror as he end
dDOuL 10 speak when
the walters entrance with dish of fruit
interrupted her.
AS he entered, Mrs. Wentworth. evil
identity Wishing to change the subject.
spoke to-him y 49, - ,
"Waiteri when did you say the night
illumination of the falls was to bep''
Thursday week, gracious lady: but
It will hardly be so good as the one we
had last year, when they sent q big boat
over the falls, hung all round with Ian
II terns.nA ~ TEEHIffNFT
WAS there anybody in herr" asked
Montague.
What do you say, milordr'' pasped
the old man, with stare of blank amaze
ment -
Was there anybody in the boat ~
'The boat, milorde The boat went
over the falls tell yoaF' 81 = =
i Wsll, why shouldn't somebody 20
with her to keep her straighty"
4 why 90 echoed Johann. goaded he
yond endurance. Because we Rhine
landers are no fonder of being drowned
than other people. I've seen MANY !
silly thing done in my time, but 3 man
shooting the Schaffhausen Falls IN q
boat is . thing I've never seen vet, and
never shali.p -
The sudden CLEAN In Montague,s dark
eye and the glow on his handsome fcs