Louisiana capitolian. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1879-1881, 1881-04-09
FOR THE KING.

The moon shOne full and beautiful OF
terrace and tower, as two figures, coming
from the garden of Allevne Castle, emery
cd into her midnight radiance. One was
manly, handsome form, attirpd IN the
guise of cavalier. His companion was
maiden, apparently in the blush of
womanhood, whose costly garments, as
well as the taste with which they were
worn, bespoke of her noble blood and re-
fined culture. 1t was evident, from the
first glance, that the two were lovers. A
conversation. begun in the garden walk,
was being continued.
"Dear Roland" said the lady, looking
up tenderly into his face, task menot,
beseech you, to meet you in this stolen
way again. fear something will hap
pen to me, or to You, formy weakness in
yielding this once. Not for worlds would
have any of the retainers of the castle
to see me now. have promised to be
yours, and ! will keep my troth, 50 help
me. heaven, though all earth and the
powers below strive against you. But
can not openly disobey my dear father
by an elopement, When you return, COW
cred with glory from the wars, as know
well that You will. he will consent to our
union: and then we shall both he hap
pier for having followed the right, in
stead obeying the temptation of the
wrong"
"iour will is my law" said her COM
panion, reverentIy kissing her hand.
"Forgive NE for having asked you to fly
with me. see that yon are right in this
as in all things else Let me but win
honor and lands, and even your proud
father, the earl, must acknowledge that
am fitting match for his child formy
blood is as noble as his owp.'
Il feel SIRE that you will succeed
said the sweet girl, looking tondly ut
him, "Who is drawer than him !"
Her companion would have replied,
but at that instant there rose, on the pro-
found silence. what seemed the faint and
distant sound of arms. Such a noise
was unusual, even in these troubled
times,
"Han' cried he. There ~tronbls
ahead. Hear you not those sounds :"
II do hear them Roland. But surely
You are not going' You have no armor
en-"
IL have my sword was the proud re-
ply. "If there is a fight. one of the par
ties must be Edward of York. and even
my poor blade may be Needed i'll his be-
half FOrtuuatcly my Steed is tied at the
edge of the wood below. SO farewell,
dearest Tomorrow hope to send you
good news of your knight" And with a
last fond embrace on his part. and some
natural feminine tears of hers, he was
gone.
II took but few moments for Roland
to gain his steed, to vmlt into the sad
de- and to gallop in the direction of the
4 ,rl,,t+1a A. .t ~ OIL n lp1,r tha
clash of arms grew louder, and was
mixed with shouts, among which he dis
covered the Lancastrian warcry, and
more family that of Edward of York.
These latter finally ceased altogether,
and then the Others also we're heard no
more.
1T goes poorly with the king 5 men,"
said Roland, ''but, perhaps my arm can
turn the battle: so on, good steed, on"
The period was that OF the wars OF the
Roses, when the son of the murdered
Duke of York had Just assembled the En-
pliSh throne under the title Of Edward
the Fourth. The realm was still filled
with the disatiected however, and pitch !
ed battles between the two parties were
not unfrequent, while skirmishes were of
almost weekly occurrence.
On reaching al open glade IN the |
midst of a forest Roland came suddenly |
in view of the scene of strife, But the |
struggle appeared to be over. Fourmen-
alarms, wearing the badges of York, lay |
dead on the ground, and fifth, though |
living, was PROSTATE. A huge knight,
in dark armor, stood over the latter, with
his sword at the throat ofthe fallen man,
while several followers, grim and bloody
from the late fight, crowded behind. !
yield three, sir knight, or die the