The comet. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1877-1882, 1880-06-05

Scallel Watt, Bart, in the Brooklyn Eagle.
With great pain the knight raised
himself on his shoulder and looked at
the window wistfully. The maiden
glanced at him compassionately and
turned her eyes to the scene without.
How goes the fracas," he demand
ed impatiently. Methinks 'twere
time that he who challenged should
have been here ere this. Laggard
Goss? The game knight of Britain
should not be wasteful of the time,
since he hath much before him ere
this contest shall be given to crown
him victor. Look good Rebccca."
"They have pitched the ring"
sighed the maiden, but the space re-
served for the good Knights is sadly
trampled, and mcthinks there will be
great dispute between the factions.
Of verify they wrangle."
That is strange. Do not the var
lets know there is danger in delay? |
The squad may approach and bag
them all. How do they now? DO |
they wrangle still?"
Aye, and right Wrongfully. There
is much contention. They seek Il ref
cree, but agree not. Certes, there
must be one among them who could |
tell a foul if one were 50 base as to |
strike such. But now they separate.
They have decided. They agree on a
tall dark man who hath just felled
four. He stalks among them. They
give way. Now he speaks. He tells
them that the fight shall be on its
merits and may the best man win"
"And yet could be but one who
could speak thus and be obeyed. Tell
me Rebecca, does that tall dark man
bear himself like one who hath bet
much on the resllt?n
"Nay, nay, not 50. 'Twere more
like one who stands sponsor for great
stakes wagered by his fellows and
placed within those hands of his"
at is he! 1t is Richard Cour de
Lion.o exclaimed the Knight with
smile of delight.
" They do prepare to fight said
Rebecca, shielding herself with the
lattice. They shake hands and take
position. Oh! horrors, that men
should meet thus and strike faces that
mothers have fondled. Brian leads
with a left-hander under the right eye.
The crowd Of varlets applaud. Mer :
ciful God hath Thy power deserted |
Thee?" f
"And Goss, how beareth he?" de- :
manded the feverish Knight |
He countered on his adversary's y
chin" J
"DOs see any carnage?h l
"Not yet. But the swaying crowd a
are mad with the blows. They sway t
like the trees in Il storm. The gladi- l.
ators advance again. He of GoSs v
lendeth heavily on the face of Brian. j
The Gilbert bIeeds! He falls! !" t
And what saith good de Lion ." b
asked Ivanhoe, breathlessly. J
He saith words that the breath of t
the mob bcareth from me.n Ii
Catch their purport, good Rebcc- L
ca! What saith hc?h v
81 catch not the words, but their i
purport is first gore for Goss."
And the fall! Saith he naught Of 0
the fall ?" k
Verify, mistake him, or he saith v
his adversary first" )
"Amd Brian, how of him?" :,
"Thcy revive him with sponges and Q
much water. Now they are up again. n
Their blows fall like rain. Their faces Il
are faces no longer. Fair heaven! II
They strive like engines, while their St
fellow-beings encourage them. They h
clinch them together like competing e.
They are down. Their h
massive bodies heavc with the strug- 81
gle. Forgive me! I can look no II
onger!" W
Nay, nay, maiden, say not so. q
When they did fall, which think you 10
was uppermost, Brian or the good ii
Knight GOss?n al
"Brian was next to the ground, and It
ne of Goss was 'twiXt him and the |
sky, whose peace their contendings OF
ieSecrate." tC
Gaze again Rcbecca. Methinks
hat Brian cannot long endure. Gaze
md tell me if the good Goss still
)uncheth him.
" Aye, indeed, his blows are like the
)olts of Jove They fall like the Ell
wrath of the gods. Brian siuketh. 81
loss holdeth his head under one arm IL
ud the other he smasheth him. The OF
is frightful. The ring is slip al
very with gore" tn
"Aud he puncheth him still?n ia
"And still his blows fall. The of
rowd cry as men who are mad. Bri- r.
II is struggling to release himself. -
lie struggles to the front of the circle. Il
'he Knight of Goss followcth him. bl
lie handeth him one on the noscth. at
hey clinch again. Now they break Lt
tn away. Again they fly together. Of
hey fall. All! it is over. They are m
ead.n til
Not dead, Rebccca, they only wait Sc
o be picked up and spongcd. Doth m
Brian seem badly hurt?' te'
"'Twould seem rs if he were gricv- We
usly injured. His eyes are like the alb
ummcr storm clouds, while his lower WI
ice takcth on the hucs Of sunset" OF
And he of GOss, Rebccca?N an
He of Goss pranccth around like ne
he young war-horsc, and wavcth his III
rms like the tree smitten by the no
'inds. But 10! they wramgle again. bu
hear great cries of foul and now Nj
'e giant sponge fly upward toward tal
ne sky. | know not what that may mi
ortend." Is
"Quickly, Rcbecca, tell me quickly, co
om which corner Of the ring seemcth to
Ie sponge to ily?n H'
From that of Brian. He lies like
aad upon the ground, and the crowd
lsh on the Knight of Go>s and shake
is dripping hand"
" WhOop!" murmered Ivanhoe, a f,r
ave won five dollars and | am con- pl,
'nt.n v-l
Aye" unused Rebecca, and mo w,
leSc are men, and some hammer each In
her that others may wager and win. Oh
w, do get any of that w" da
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