The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1880-04-27

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they separate. They have decided. They
agree on tall, dark man, who hath iust
felled four. Now he speaks. He tells
them the fight shall DO on its merits and
may the best man win."
"And yet there can be but one who
could speak thus and be obeyed. Tell me,
Rebecca, does that tall, dark man bear
himself like ono who hath bet much on
the result?"
..Nay, nay, not so. 'Twere more like
one who stands sponsor for great stakes
wagered by his fellows and placed within
those hands Of his"
at Is hel Il Ia Richard Caur de Lion !"
exclaimed the Knight with smile Of de.
light.
ca, shielding herself with the lattice.
"They shake hands and lake positions.
Oil horrors, that men should meet thus
and strike faces that mothers have fond.
led. Brian leads with q left-hander under
theiright eye. The crowd OF yarlets ap.
plaud! Merciful Godl hast thy power de.
serted Thee2"
"And Co.'s, how beareth he2" demand.
ed the ieverish knight.
HE countered on his adversary's chin"
"Dost see any carnageH
mot yet. But the swaying crowd are
mad with the blows. They sway like the
trees In storm. The gladiators advance
again. He Of Goss lambeth heavily on the
face Of Brian. The Gilbert bleedsl He
fallsIn
"And what saith good de Lion?" asked
Ivanhoe breathlesly.
"He saith words which the breath OF
the mob beareth from me-
"Catch their purport, good Rebeccsl
What saith hep"
Il catch not the words, but their pur.
port Is first gore for Cos"
"And the fall! Saith he naught Of the
iall?"
"yerily, mistake him, or he saith that
the knight oil Goss hath felled his adyer-
sary first"
.;And Brian how Of him?"
"They revive him with sponges and
much water. Now they are up again.
Their blows fall like rain. Their faces are
faces no longer. Fair heayenl they strive
like great engines, while their Iellow.be-
ings encourage them. They clinch them
together like competing whirlwinds.
They are down. Their massive bodies
heaye with the struggle. Forgive mel 1
can look no longetl"
"Nay, nay, maiden, say not so. When
they did fall, which, think you, was up
permost, Brian or the good knight
Goss?"
"Brian was next the ground, aud he OF
Goss was 'twixt him and the sky whose
peace their contendings desecrate.n
''Gaze again. Rebecca. Methinks Brian
cannot long endure. Gaze and tell me II
the good Co.'S still puncheth him."
"Aye. indeed, his blows are like the
bolts Of Joye. They fall like the wrath Of
the gods. Brian sinketh. Goss holdeth
his head under one arm and with the
other he smasheth him. The carnage Is
frightful. The ring is slippery with gore"
"And puncheth he him still?"
"And still his blows fall. The crowd
cry as men who are mad. Brian Is strug-
Cling to release himself. He staggers 10
the front OF circle. The knight OF Goss
followeth him. He handeth him one on
the noseth. They clinch again. Now
they break away. Again they fly togeth-
er. They fall. Ali 1t is over, They are
dead"
''Not dead, Rebecca, they only wait to
be picked up and sponged. Doth Brian
seem badly hurt2"
"'Twould seem as he were grievously
injured. His eyes are like the summer
storm-clouds, while his lower face takes |
on the hues OF sunset."
"And he OF Goss, Rebecca?"
"He Of Goss pranceth round like the
young war-horse and waveth his arms like |
The tree smitten by the winds. But lol
they wrangle again; hear great cries Of
foul; and now see a giant sponge fly up |
ward toward the sky. / know not what
that may portend."
Quickly, Rebecca, tell me quickly, from
which corner of the ring seemeth the
sponge to fiy2'
"Ffom that Of Brian. He lies like dead
upon the ground and the crowd rush on
the Knight Of Goss and shake bis dripping
"WhOopln murmured Ivanhoe, NJ have
won S. aud | am content
"Aye," unused Rebecca, "and these are
men, and some hammer each other that
others may wager and win. Ivy, do /
get any OF that W"