Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1893-11-11
MAID SYBIL'S LOVER.

Fria~ Holt were all assembled upon
the green watching the attempts Of some
OF the younger men to send their ARROWS
straight To the center Of the butts which
stood ut one end of the chosen place Of
recreation.
Another shaft missed the clout, ," laugh.
ed an old man, as the arrow stuck culver
ing in the turf, falling three yards short
OF the butt. "The king will never COM
plain that lads Of Wainwood make havoc
among his deer II he hears OF such shoot
ing ~ this. I"
Hold your prate. CATER Jenkyn." said
the young man who had discharged the
last shaft. pettishly unstringing his bow.
lit WAS cross wind which married my
shooting, unless, indeed, 1t was the wiz
ards wand, he added, crossing himself
devoutly, ~ he cast glance OF scorn and
abhorrence at a young maiden standing
some little distance apart from the group
OF ristics, a fair haired girl OF middle
height, with pair OF laughing gray eyes.
Her age could scarcely have exceeded
eighteen years. and the merry expression
OF her face, as she smiled at the woe begone
look Of the discounted bowman, had no
more wizards glamor about it than is al
ways 20 he found In the ripping laughter
OF n pretty girl
Yes, there she be, sure enough" NUT
tered CATER .Ienkyn, with a glance Of ma
levolent hatred at the young girl. What
business has she down here among usp
Even II she can't cast spells herself she can
tell all about us to that old warlock who
lives In the ruined tower in Carnstone
Chase"
BY this time general attention was drawn
s.,r . he t..anfifttl fF,fra ratI.sr nd
execrations were leveled at her head.
At first the girl appeared unconscious Of
her danger, but all at once a stone thrown
by lad grazed her arm, and as she per
ceived the threatening attitude of the
crowd "a look of intense terror passed across
her face, and she turned To fly.
do not let the witch escape" cried an
old crone, II lost two sweet grandchildren
last autumn: they said il was the falling
sickness, but know better; ii was through
the devilments OF the old wizard and his
ward"
A menHcing circle soon formed around the
poor girl, whose entreaties for mercy were
received with shouts of derision, and she
would have been seriously maltreated had
not figure burst through the ranks Of her
asrgiilants and loudly askel the meaning of
their cowanlly conduct.
The man who interposed in the girls be-
half WAS attired in the picturesque dress
of n forester. though he wore no badge c.
cognizance to show that he was the re
tainer Of any noble house. and the cloth OF
| which his Lincoln green doublet was com
posed was OF a finer character that that in
which servitors were attired.
"Hullo. my masters" cried he, stepping
between the maiden and her nssailants
4 x.sff ts,t suS Dvt hsnau af Inn.
than the Archer, call sc yourselves Eng
| lishmen to behave in snch mannersn
A confused chorus Of explanation rose
from the little crowd, but the smith, who
had first suggested violent measures, strode
to the front
This IL no business Of thine, Hob OF the
Butts" growled he; get ye To your own
business OF stealing the kings deer, and
leave honest men to look after their own
affairs.
I'VE will have no witches or warlocks
amongst US, and this wench, who lives up
at Carnstone Chase with old Michael Rex.
thorpe. shall not come down here casting
her spell over us and ours"
As he spoke he laid "A rough, sinewy hand
upon the shoulder OF the shrinking girl
but In moment staggered back under the
effects of heavy blow dealt him by the
man called Hob Of the Butts. who. placing
the girls arm in his drew her through the
crowd. not one OF which yenturrd to mani
fest any opposition.
Neither spoke u word until they had left
Friars Holt some little distance behind
them, and then the girl said timidly:
II thank you, fair sir, for your kindness
In rescuing me from that dreadful man.
thought | should have died with terrol
| .-l... ~ Ia hfa hand nf ,,,a
The forester laughed merrily. Mat Clinl
and understand each other, pretty one.
said he. But tell me, who are you, whl
did they call you witch. and want u
throw you into the poDdf"
Tears started 10 the girls eyes. y an
called Sybil Tressider, !" answered she, ''an'
am no witch, though ! live up in earn
stone Chase with that fearful man, Michae
Rexthorpe."
my father, Reginald Tressider. who be
lieyed that nc could find the philosopher
: stone. was the owner OF the house In tn
Chase and Michael Rexthorpe WAS his trust
ed familiar and aeolyte. but my poor fathe
died and the fearsome man. Michael, ha
taken everything. he says | am his ward
and though am not absolutely prisone
yet he has forbidden me to 20 beyond cei
tain limits"
Hob Of the Butts stroked HIS chi
thoughtfully. "a sad tale, said he. Blu
what doth he up in the lonely tower-fror
whence as have passed that way at nigh
- have seen strangely colored vapors issu
and clouds Of bright sparks float away lik
evil demons ON their ergand Of Ill.
"IIe searchest for two things-the seer
~ eternal youth and the waters OF ooli'
lon," replied Sybil Tressider.
Hob OF the Butts looked puzzled.
\ know not what you mean by the last,
j ssid he.
1T is the draft which brings forgetfu
ness,n answered the maiden.
Then Mat CIink oftens finds that whs
he aualfs the nut brown ale, returned q
r forester. with his merry laugh.
Il cannot ask thee in, /" replied Syhil, 'b'
IL from the bottom of my heart thank the
have not met friend since can recs
lect"
She turned from him with sigh, Al
made her way slowly toward the time To
I'd tower. which stood like some giant san
nel watching over the bleak waste.
- In q very few days Hob Of the But
y \. again found himself In the vicinity OF {
ies tower. and with witness which those W
nd were acquainted with his frank and op