Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1890-05-17
THE SPLENDID SPUR!l
ossng Memoirs Of the AdreHf~rss Of Mr..
JsAM Marvel, a Servant Of HE late
Majcstv King Charlss ], IN the
years ICES: written BY himseH
EDITED II MODERN ENGLISH By
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CHATTER XII.
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cat cufied upon the hearth. The girl had
not stirred; but, looking towards the window
hole I saw night outside, and o frosty star
suaxh1lng far down in the west.
Joan, what's the hour"
ss0unh been down these four houra" She
enrued her face TO look at me.
n 1--WE no buhnes lying here"
'sChose to come, lad; none axed thee, that
knows by"
sswheres the marei Must set mo across
her back, Joan. and let me ride on"
"Alares In stable, wi fetlocks swclled like
puddcna Chose to como, lad; an choose or
mo, must bide."
s''Tis for the General Hopton, nt Bodmin,
am bound, Joan; and wound or no, must
win there this night"
"Aud that's se-en mile away; wi bullet
IN thy skull, and peat qung thy burial. For
south than west"
''The troopersr
"Ay, Jack; an work I had this day WI
those same bloody warriors; but take . sup
At the keg, and bite this manchct Of oat-
cake while tell thee"
And 20, having fed me, and net my bed
straight, she sat on, the noor beside mo for
the better hearing), and In he- uncouth tongue
told how / had been saved. l cannot write
her language; but the tale, In sum, was this:
When dropped forward into her arms,
Joan for moment was taken aback, think
ing me dead. But to quote her) mo good
+ said l, lin cuddlin' lad 'pon the hillside, for
folks to see, though he have a-got curls like .
wench; an dead or live. no use to wait for
others to make sure.'"
So she lifted and carried me to spot hard
by that she called the "Jew's Kitchen;" and
xpttl s,,,l, I
had, she defled me 20 discover. There was
NO time TO tend mo, whilst Molly stood near
to show my whereabouts; NO sho let mo lie,
and went TO lead the sorrel down to stable.
Her hand was on the bride when she heard
whoopi up the road, and there were half a
dozen riders on the crest, and tearing down
hill towards her. Joan had nothing left but
TO feign GOODNESS, and went on leading tho
mare down tho slope.
In while up comes tho foremost trooper,
draws rein. and pants out "Where's he tor
'Whoi' asks Joan, making out to be sur
prissd.
"Why, the lad whose mare thou'rt leadn'i"
"Mile an half away by now."
SLOWS thatr'
s'Frcshly horsed," explains Joan.
Tho troopers-they were all around her by
this-swore twas a lie, but luckily, being
y
next ridge. They began string Of questions
all together, but at last little tun bellied
geant called "Silence" and asked the girl,
ibid she loan the fellow a horser
Here will quote her again:
" Sir, to thee answered, mo loan at all,
but fair swap for our Gray Robin
"sThats a lie,' he says; AM l won't believe
I thee.'
".Might no well,' says I; but 60 to tho
stable an roe for thysel.' Never had gray
horse TO my name, Jack; but, thinks l, that,
his'n lookout)n
They went, did these simple troopers, to
] look at the stable, and, sure enough, thore
was no Gray Robin. Nevertheless, some
amongst them had logic enough to take this
~ something less than proof convincing, and
spent three hours and moro rnnsacking tho
house and barn, and searching the tor and
the moors belowit. ] learned, too, that Joan
had como in for SOME rough talk-to whici,
she put stop, as sho told me, by Offering ia
fight any man Jack Of them for the buttons
down, they gave up the hunt, and rode away
over tho moors toward Warleggan, having
(as the girl heard them say to be at Brad
dock before night.
sWhere Is this Braddockr
"Nigh 10 Lord Moaun's house at Boconnoc
ssven mile away to the south, and seven mile
or 10 from Bodmin, as a crow flies"
''Then go must, !" cried I and hereupon
broke out with all the trouble that was OF
my mind, and the instant need 10 save thes.
gallant gentlemen Of Cornwall, ere two
armies should combine against them. told
Of the kings letter In my breast and how
found the Lord Stamford's men at Launcs
ston; how that Ruthen with tho vanguard OF
the rebels, was now at Liskeard, with but q
bare day march between tho two, and non,
but TO carry the warning. And, ooh, Joan =
cried, .'my comrade left upon tho road
Brighter courage and truer heart never mar
proved, and yet left by me In tho rebels
hands Alas that could neither save no,
help, but must still ride on; aud here Is tn,
issue-to lie struck down within ten milo o
my goal-I, that havo travelled two hundred
And IL the Cornishmen be not warned to Civ
fight before Lord Stamford comes up, ALI
lost. Even now they be outnumbered. SO liz
me, Joan, and SGT me astrido Molly, and III
win to Bodmin yet"
- ''Reckon, Jack. thou'd best hand me tn
letter. -,
Now, / did -adtit kt once catch the intent o
these words, so simply spoken; but stared a
her like an owl.
''There's horse In stall, lad" she went on
''though no Gray Robin. Tearaways tn
name and strawberry the coior."
"But, Joan, Joan. II you do this-fsel In
sads my coat here, to the left-you viii saw
IN army, girl; may be a thronsl Here It's
Joan, see-no, not that-here Say the sea
Is that Of the governor Of Bristol. who stole |
from me for while; but the Handwriting
will be known for the kings, and no han,
but yours must touch 1t before you stand be
fore Gir Rail- 'ba Einu hall /, m
you, Joan, and God viii bless you fort"
"Hope NO, I'm sure. But larn me what +
say, lad, for / be main thick witted."
30 told her the message over and over
till she had 1t by heart.
.6ha'n't forgit now," she said at length
'an' 50 hearken to me for a change Bid
still, nor fret thyssl,. Here's pasty an GA
cake, an a keg o. water that I'll stow besid
thee. Pay no heed to feyther, an il he will
toget drunk an fight wi Jan Tergagle-that'
the cat-why, let'n. Drunk or sober, he's N
count"
She hid the letter In her bosom and steppe,
to the door. On the threshold she turned.
"Jack. forgot 70 AK; what be all this blood
shed AboutP'
''cor church and king, Joan"
Him; same knowledge ha' o. both--ar
that's nought. But dearly loves fair play
6he was gone. In a minute or SO ! hear
the trampling Of horse; and then, with
scurry of hoofs. Joan was OF on the king
errand, and riding into the darkness.
Little rest had ! that night, but lay avail
on my bracken bsd and watched the burnin
psat turves turn to gray, and drop, fake b
fake, till only q glowing point remaine'
The door ratified now and then on the hing
out ON the moor the light winds kept a moi
persistent as town dogs at midnight; and a
the while my wound was stabbing, and Il
bracken pricking me till ! groaned aloud.
A day began TO break the old man picke
himself up, yawned and lounged out, retuIl
ing after time with fresh turves for Il