The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1899-04-01
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The young count did not offer to stir
when he saw the glttering train of men
alarms coming up, though he must have
suspected the cause. Beside him stood
the emaciated form of the hermit Hide.
brand, and round him were grouped the
friends whom he had persuaded to follow
him. Conspicuous among these was lsa-
bel Durance, who had assumed a sort of
armor, with a crown of gold round her
light helmet of steel.
Even the old count, who was disposed to
feel angry with every one who had any
thing to do with the fight of his son. could
not help q slight sense of hesitation,
though he rode up to the young chief of
the crusade, followed by his men, and
saluted him with grave severity, saying:
This is not we'll done, Stephen. Thy
mother and Blanche should have been
enough to keep thee at home, even if love
for thy father had been thing not count
ed in these days"
The boy count averted his eyes from
those of his father, and his tone was cold
and naughty as he answered.:
Il have taken the cross for your sake
and that of my family. l have sworn to
| drive the heather from Jerusalem, and
when l come back l will pray that your
sins may be forgiven you. Tempt me not
| but return home. This holy man will tell
you that it is impossible for me to look
back now that l have taken the cross"
| The count was nettled tn the tone in
which the boy spoke, and raped out, an
grily:
How is this, malapert? Dost thou no,
respect thy father? tell thee that | for
bid thee to go on any such mad expedi
| ton. AS for this mad priest who has
tempted We all from your duty, he should
have his frock stripped from him by his
| bishop. and be scourged in broad daylight
! through every market place where he has
enticed the children of mobiles to destruc
ton"
He had hardly spoken the words, wheI
| the old monk, who had stood little apart
watching his pupil curiously. to see If the
| appeal of the count would have any effect
called cut, solemnly:
Get thee behind me, Satan, for thou
savorest Of this world, He that will not
| leave father and mother for the cross
hath no part in it. Depart, thou cursed
| one. or it will be worse for thee"
The old count instantly turned on hin
fiercely, and shouted:
| This to Count of Provence. Now
by our Lady of Naucluse | will take order
| with thee if thou speakcst another word
| This is my son, and | say that he shall
| not be carried away, to perish by the
sword of the Turks, Stephen. on thine
obedience | command thee to follow me
| or | will have thee taken home tied to
| horse, Dost thou hear me. boy? This i:
not childs play, | tell thee. l am a MAJ
and thy father. Who dares bid thee dis
obey me-!
| Young Stephen hestated, and seemed
moved 10y the appeal; for he looked at the
monk as if asking help. Old HildebranC
| instantly came forward to the side of th'
old counts horse and raised his thin arm.
menacingly, saying:
Away with thee, rash man, and strive
not to stay the march of the cross. Be
ware the wrath of heaven and the ours.
of the church. tell thee thou hast no au
thority over warrior of the cross
The old count laughed aloud but say
agcly and fercely, as he roared out, at the
full strength of his lungs:
What no, vassals of de Naux. rescu,
your young master, and bring him ava,
| from this camp of madmen and babies
The moment he said it, Hildebrand erie,
in answer:
| "Warriors of the cross, defend YOU
captain, Drive hence these men of Be
lal"'
Immediately, with a shrill cry, all th'
boys sprang toward the old count.
Go be continued)