The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1881-03-03
SHOOTING THE P


Curious, isn't it, Low the old Gus
TONERS still hold their own? Here is
The fashion of penance by pilgrimage
still in vogue, with the additional ag-
grayation OF calling it travelling for
pleasure"
"Wen. Edward" said a sweet voice,
that's a very pretty compliment to US
-yc ar companions. / think / ought to
make you do penance for that"
That's right. Miss Wentworth; keep
him in ORDER" chimed in a THU
speaker However, go ng abroad has
this n advantage for us English, that
there we can sometimes venture to
seem amused without thereby commit
ting the seven deadly sins in one"
Such was the chat which passed
among the group of four--two ladies
and two gentlemen--scatod at lunch on
the balcony of the Hotel du Rim, at
Schatfhausen, one sunny afternoon in
the latter part of May. The first
speaker was a fine looking young man
of Internationally, whose comely fea-
lures, dark curling hair, and tall, well
shaped figure. amply bore out the name
of Handsome Ned,n given him by his
intimates- Young. rich, good-looking.
popula-- with high and low, in the plen-
itude C. health and vigor, lately be-
trothed to the charming girl whose soft
lusirous eyes were watching him half
tendcrly, half archly, from the other
side of the board-Viscount Montague
might fairly account himself an ex-
iremely lucky young fellow. But upon
that bright young face, firm and manly
as it was, brooded the doomed look
which haunts one in the portraits of
Montrose. of Claverhouse. 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 q 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 for
ever.
Beside him sat his inseparable associ-
ate. Sedlcy Burdctt. whose square,
muscular figure. and frank sunburnt
face. looked tho very embodiment of
young England at It's best. Side by
side. the two young men had shot
bufTnloes an American prniries. stalkcd
oos through Canadian forests.
BOWED o5er" royal tigers in Bengal
ana WIN negro Kings on the
coast of Africa, and they were now
fdufe de mieua, escorting the"Flower Of
Kent" and her mother on the inevitable
our through Switzerland, not without
. secret hope hat some unscaled noun
tain might afford them o chance Of
breaking their necks in the good old
British way.
s.Did you see how old Johann eyed
me as he brought in the lunch?" said
Montague. Hes evidently o devoui
nc. svar in the Continental creed, that
M Englishman's natural pastimo . tc
knock somebody down. or set o house
on fire. or make q heavy bet that he'll
Inn , headforemost ont of the window.
and hen do 1t forthwith"
Aye laughed Burdctt. ''jrst what
DIR. buchanan said to mo yesterday
Mcin Herr. those countrymen Of you-s:
Wh.n / was practicing in Saxory. ]
bad no peace for thcm' First thing il
,hs morning, klingl king. at my door.
What is itr An Highlander, who has
broken his leg in trying to scale the
Teufels-horn. which no ono ever
assembled yet | set tho Herr Eng
iander's leg, and am making him conf
Portable, when king! king! again.
What nowP' An E~nglaLder, nearly
drowned in swimming across the Edo
for a .sger.' l wrap the Herr Eng
lander in hot blankets, and bring him to.
Before half an hour is over, klingi
king! once more. .Mein Herr, what's
the mattcrs' AN Highlander, who hiss
broken a blood-vcsscl in trying to run
twelve miles an hour. because somebod
said he couldn't Mcin Herr, / arr
sorryto have to say 1t, but your country
mel are equally devoid Of fear and Of
-cason.n
"But you won't do any moro of these
horrible things now, Edward" .aid
Marion Wentworth, entrcatingly; you
Promised to be more careful, you know,
while you wcre with u.s."
Don't tie frightened, my child"
answered the ~viscount, with his gay
laugh; '.beli.ve me, have 40 intention
OF being killed :.ny sooner than is nee
cssary. Would you believe it, Sedp this
unreasonable young is making
herself miserable. and daily expecting
a notification to attend my funeral, ON
no better grounds than an old monks
prophecy"
IAN old Monks prophecy" echoed
Brrdett. in%gn'ringly.-
What. haven't you heard Of itP"
cried Montague. ..Woll, this is a treat.
to find one man 10 whom that story's
new. You must know. then Gas those
fellows in Sanford and Merton keep
saying), that the estate Wick Harry
the Eighth bestowed upon ny respected
ancestor Sir AnthoA. Browne, included
Battle Abbey ard tho lands belonging
TO it; and mighty short work he made
Of the poor old monks, If all tales be
true. But after thoy were expelled. IL
began to be whispered that one monk
still remained in the old walls, and that
he was not to be driven out by either
king or lord"
My word.' cried Burdett; .that's
jrat the Black Friar Of Norman Stone
over again. Do you remember with
what dramatic energy our old tutor used
70 repeat that verse
".Boware. beware OF the Black Freri
For he 10 stin the Church's heir.
whoe'er may be the lay.
Amundeviile Il lord By day,
But the monk IL lord BY night;
Nor vino nor wassAil can raise a yaeaal
To question that friar's right"
WELL" pursued Montague, "wh
my worthy forefather came into his
property. the ii,. ding 10 did was to
give a big o,nncr 70 tic great hall If
Battle Abbey (i lie found it half a.
tiresome as the dinner I had TO give
when I came Of age. the impiety must
havo been its avenger), and they
lighted up the old place with . perfect
blaze OF torches. and hold high revel
till midnight And then, all OF q sud-
den, ; chill blast Of wind came moaning
through the hall. making all the old
banners and mail-coats along the walls
clank and rustic; and the huge door