Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1892-08-11
PART ONE.
CHAPTER /.

CHAPTER 1.
The cavaliers always ran when they
saw Puritan Colonel Brothertoft and his
troop of white horses coming.
They ran from the lost battle of Horn
castle, in the days Of the great rebellion,
and the colonel chased.
Late at night he rode YEARLY back to
Horncastle. He FIRST took care that
those famous horses We're fed a good feed
after their good fight and brave chase,
and then laid himself down in his cloak
to sleep beside Cromwell and Fairfax.
Presently youth on a white horse
came galloping into the town, up to the
quaint house where the colonel quar-
tered, and shouted for him. Brothertoft
looked ont at the window. Blythe faint
light he recognized young Galsworthy,
son Of his richest tenant and trustiest
follower.
"The kings people have attacked the
manor house" cried the boy. my lady
is trying to hold it with the servants. /
come for help"
In a moment q score Of men were
mounted and dashing southwark. Ten
miles to 60 They knew every foot Of
it. The twenty white horses galloped
close and took their leaps together steadi-
ly-an heroic sight to be seen in that
clear, frosty night Of Octoberl
The fire of dawn already glimmered
in the east when they began to see an
other FIRE on the southern horizon. The
colonols heart told him whose towers
were burning. They rode their best; but
they had miles to go, and the red flames
outran them.
Colonel Brothert6ft said not a word
He spurred on, and close at his heels
came the troop, with the fire shining on
their corselets and cleaning in the eyes
Of their horses.
Safel Yes; the house might go-for
his dear wife was safe, and his dear son,
his little namesake Edwin, was safe in
her arms.
The brave lady, too, had beaten of
the marauders. But fight fire as they
would they could rescue only one angle
Of the mansion That curious new
brique fabrick, four square, with turret
at each corner, two good Courts, fine
Library and most romantiek Wilder
nesse; a pleasant, noble seat, worthie to
be noted by alle"-so it is described in an
itinerary Of sixteen hundred and twenty
had been made to bear the penalty for
its masters faith to freedom.
"There is no service without suffer
ing, he quietly said as he stood with the
fair Lucy, his wife, after sunrise before
the smoking ruins.
He looked west over the green uplsnds
Of his manor, and east over his broad
acres Of fenny land, billowy with rank
grass, and all the beloved scene seemed
strange and unlovely to him.
Even tho three beautiful towers OF
Lincoln cathedral full in view, has old
companions and monitors, now empha.
sized the devastation of his home.
He could not daily with regrets. There
was still work for him and the Brother
loft horses to do. He must leave hi:
wife we'll guarded and gallop back.
So there was parting and group
fair wife, the devoted soldier, the white
charger, and the child awakened to say
goodby, and scared at his fathers CLINT
ing corselet-a group such as a painter
loves.
The colonel bore westward to cross
the line Of march Of the parliamentary
army, and by and by, as he drew neal
the three towers Of Lincoln, they begar
to talk to him by Great Tom, the bell.