The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1896-06-06
ENGIiIsH PLUCK.


IA Young Ind & OF {, Long Ago Who
: Faced an Angry Lord.
IN the May ST. Il alas, ohm Ben
nett has q story Of, life in England,
centuries ago, entitled lis Fa Tiers
Price Several lads had thrown
clods 8of ella ut q proud baron, who
captures one Of them The scene fol-
lows: 13 n
he low they had clodded was
Sir Richard ,scroope a lawyer, lord Of
Bolton Manor. The lad turned sick,
but did not finch az hair. It is a
strange, English way, that, OF taking
ones dose, and making no to dol
Sir Richards garb was dull in tone
but rich in stuff. His cloak and hood
We're fringed with minerver, although
the day was warm. His ray-cloth sur
coat was Wine-color and blue. The
closely-girdled gaberdine beneath it
was Of fine Watchet blue; with a: broad
band OF shimmering cloth-of- gold His
strong, White hands We're bare but his
legs were covered with double-thonged
cookers of russell Cordo van from ankle
to lnid-thigh. His spurs were heavily
gilded, and he wore a short, double
edged Sheffield dagger. .%.sSs
art thou one of those who did this
unto me?'' he asked. in a stern, hard
voice. .s..sz ri.
'sAy,'' replied the. boy, huskily. t
s'Who set We on to do this thing?' 0
E No one, SIRE =. .f %
s:No lies to me, knaye. Who set We
on?'' s :. LII q .s.ss %
II have ma led The boys lip quiv--
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''Why did We do it, then y
The lad made no reply. He was Won
dering if the rest had gotten away
safe; wondering that he was still alive
| and if it were not all a dream that
the lord baron was asking him why y
4. s''Dost hear me, knaye?'' said Sir
Richard. ,.szs .s2s 2 s.#. .#.. .z.5
IT.. Tea, Sire i, 4.
sA"rhen why. dost not answer?'' "
For marvel that I may, SIRE re-
| piled the boy. 5-,: ,.4.=.
{. A queer look came into Sir Richard's
stern eyes at that, and he looked, even
more, shreWdly than before, at the I'M
turned, sunburned face, honestly fear
ful, yet unafralu. TN
Then, why did We do this cowardly
! thing? Speak, knave; my time is
shorter than my temper With thee!'
| At the word ''coWardly'' the lad
| nllsned. OF sport, sire, ne replleu.
''For sport!" cried Sir Richard, stern
ly. ...This''--and as he pointed mean
2ingly to his swollen forehead.
That was your end OF the game,
sire, not ours said the boy, stoutly
and with a certain sensesof humor: +
The darkey es5 cleaned ed q ueerly q gain:
'YeS knew not who I was, perchanc =
Not then, slre;;8DutsriSll ne now Wen
my lord baron.''''tf 0
\ "Ifs thou hadst known me thou
Wouldst never nave thrown :S.t,s
tS SAY, but I would with a right GOOD
Will answered. the boy; but I Woulc
not now Tor a sold rose-noDle. ALI
as he spoke he threw back his head.
How now?' said the baron, sharp
i ". ::NNhy not?" . i
i Because We bore yourself as a righ
i lord baron shouldr' cried the boy, look
ing up frankly, though choking q little
I as he spoke -
i IA grim smile twitched at the corners
Of the baron's iron mouth on that blum
1 reply, aud a sparkle of satisfaction
lighted his naughty eyes. Little use(
| is such fair, plain speech from eithe
GDu4 fan e, o what is thy name?'' h
asked. L. s..s I'D s:. :s .5=..
Walter, sire..'' .z.. y !, :. .,
mo @ 1eo,, a. Nh WITH Fra Glance O
s,,arn distrilst. and did not reply. 81