The Daily times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1886-1889, 1888-07-14

tayorite.
Keen are The arrows of SEo,
Deadly the SOM Of hi; bow;
Loud lausLcth he,
JOYFUL to sec
stricken aad fallen the Zoe.
Death grimly waits his behcst.
Singing the strongest ami best;
Never shall they
Greet the glad day;
Low Ia the dust lies their crest.
Lonely and mournful is Sko;
YEARLY Idle days go
Al in tie land
Tear his strong hand.
Ne'or eau hc find q stout foe
As Fdwy finished the song. he lifted his
ofes and squarcly encountered an intent
gaze. which he seemed to have felt before
hc turned. 10 saw a mere boy, whose
fair. floating hair and grayely sweet face
made him seem as apart from these dark
vjsaged men Vt blood as q saint stepped
down from the stained windows Of some
cathedral
Once before the boyish face with its
halo Of golden hair had held Edwys eye
and with a lightning fash 81 memory that
earlier meeting was recalled. 1t was a
lonely spot on the mountain side, and the
fearless boy, with failing strength, was
holding IL bay an antlered stag. Had
Edwy's trusty spear swcrvcd then or lin
gcred. no morrow had ever smiled On the
brave banter. Now il the deep look
more potent than speech. that held their
eyes locked Tor a moment ere they
swervcd aside. Edvy read that he was
known.
lis fingers tremblcd as he struck SLOW
fragments Of music from the obedient
strings, and there wa It ringing in his
cars that sounded like the battle cry OF
the Brauksomes. Then the blood surged
back to his heart. and he lifted his daunt-
less Tyuedale face to his foes. Trapped
ana at their mercy he knew himself, but
at least h. could show them how the
Tynodaies were wont TO die. II
liquid drops Of music shivered
into a sharp silence as his hand
forsook the strings to rest lightly Oh
the short sword at his belt. while his
naughty glance swept the hall. But there
was no answer to his silent challenge, ana
now in the Sycrtcd face Of the boy he read
not the t1iumph Of an enemy, but the
ElltFt GU lC4 plbAiAN vi I'm
Elwy understood That the boy re
membcrcd his bcnefactOrs face was
proved past doubt III that first long
gaze and now his troubled silence
revealed that lac remembered the
bcnefaction also. But silence was hard
for Edwys beating heart to bear, and
striking the chords sharply, lac gave 10
measured music the t4mulluous words
that thIoLbcI in lis brain The caTouse
about the board was somewhat Lushed,
but EdWy sang only Tor the boy, whose
drooping eyes could not bearthe steadfast
gaze liz bent upon them.
L0Le Is the mountain Path,
DARK . the glen.
Fierce l. tie artlered stag,
Halter OF rien.
hGpicss the hunter Low,
Lacking Ills SPEAK.
Woe 70 The hunter lad
Death draweth near
Long may the maiden vail
Sitting her means.
In the mountain glen
Whiten bis bones
The boz shuddcled and met Edwy's
lOol; plcadiugly. One word from those
bcardIess lips and the minstrel had sung
his last strain. but the word was not
spoken. Edwy read the conflicting emo
tons that held him passive. and with
that sense OF power that is the wine Of
strong souls, he knew his own domination
ovo the heart lie had preserved.
Armed men ringed him in, sleeping,
drinking or shouting fragments of merry
song, but he who reused them from their
careless mood would ind that he had
Weakened the sleeping cobra. Those
sheathed daggers We're used to flash.
ing out at a word. In their midst
sat the boy, with whom he dare not
speak-his judge-looking into eyes the
Bran!isomc men had good reason to fear,
and meeting the glance OF his savior,
Aud here stood he. Edwy. he heir OF
1yncdale. with no hand raised against
him, yet face TO face with deQth.* They
wero no strangers. OFT had they meas.
uged strength with strength before, where
steel flashed keen between them, OF the
prccipice waited hungrily for a Needless
step, but never yet had they met in the
breath Of a song.
In fierce moment he graSped the
iuu SliNiENA u ZIG. lkC llNtlC Ddllu
waiting his signal without. the walls
that even low echoed to the laughter
Of the foes Of his house. all rested
on his power to hold and control the
viii of the child who now raised ques.
tioning eyes TO his, as asking counsel.
The battle courage flushed his dark cheek
as be oncc moro touched his harp. lie
must sing, as he had fought for his life
and the honor of Tynedale.
Faithless are lovers, bnt lovers are many;
Maidens are cruel, but hearts heal aniain;
ThanklcSs are besgag3 who take the drink penny,
Few hold remembrance while enc moon may
Wane
Ch.eicst ia intamy whom may We eaiiY
Migrate OF insrates and king Of them alls
WHO but the traitor 10 friend and to honor
Who but the bastard that, drunken with strife,
Strikes at the bosom that succored ard saved him,
OGerS him death who hath rendered him life?
Dead In dlsLonor Of living IL shame,
Bards ahall remember the dassardly name.
Nwv roa aad Hold ha fncf nv vvoc ;u