The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1900-11-01
A TALE OF MISTRESS MARGARET

out of her easement and signal to me,
waiting outside in the lane. And lat
er still Parson Dabney, who loved III
both and sympathized with us rather
than with Sir Reginald, was to make
pretty Mistress Marget my wife.
And so it all happened, without let
or hindrance, save when my body SER
wants horse was mired in the slough
back Of the lane. He should have
waited in the lane proper, but he
thought he heard voices and sounds
of horses hoofs coming, and, knowing
that he must not be found there, he
leaped his own steed over the hedge
and into the slough. We had to wait
some minutes for him. when we
would fain have hurried onward. But
this was after / had placed the ladder
underneath my lady's window, mount
ed it, pried off the guarding bars with
the stout stave which old Simeon had
furnished me, and received my darling
in my arms. My heart beat SO in go
ing down the ladder that l feared she
would hear it and think me timid.
Yet had l courage to claim a kiss as
we neared the bottom, insisting that
she pay it me before l set her down;
and l do not think she noticed the
rapid beating of my heart after that,
ever had she noticed it before. Her
own heart beat rapidly then, as the
bright color coming and going in the
face which looked so fair aud sweet
in the moonlight testified clearly.
At the foot of the ladder l set her
down, and hand in hand we raced
across the greensward, over the foot
bridge old Simeon had managed to
leave open and unguarded for us, and
out into the lane. There, lifting her
dear form in my arms, 1 swung her up
before me, and away we galloped,
after the short interval of waiting for
my servant, of which l have spoken.
Half an hour later we stood before
Parson Dabney in the gray old vicar
age, and a few moments afterward
had the right to call pretty Mistress
Marget my wife. Then, a hurried kiss,
a tear or two on Mistress Marget's
part, and we were on our way bach
to the hall, where Mistress Marget was
to live on, the same as ever in all
things a V that slender gold band on
her finger, until my return from the
wars. And then-ah! sad for a man
to leave his wife on the wedding eve
my body servant had summoned nv
varlets and they waited for me out.
side in the lane. 1 could but kiss my
darling once more, ali me! but so ten
derby and lovingly, see her safely ur
the ladder, withdraw it from beneath
her window, wave her a last tender
farewell-and now, beshrew me! but
mine eyes were wet and TAX
my departure. But before l crossed
the f~oot-bridge once more l threw thu
stout stave that had served our turn
so well far from me into the thick o
the hedge, and I once more clinkeC
gold with old Simeon in order tina
he might be properly forgetful of al
that had happened that night. Their
the soft darkness of the lane, with tn,
moon well under a kindly cloud,
sharp command to the waiting .varlets
a tearing gallop until morning, an,
we were we'll up with Sir REGINALD
and his men, and nothing but war
and fighting before us for many lon
months.
But my heart was brave and light
some within me, even though I ha
left my dear wife of an hour benin
me. For it is easier, perhaps, to leav
ones wife than ones sweetheart, espe
cially when the sweetheart's fathe
favors a richer man, and I knew, ais;
that l was a brave and skillful fight
er, and / hoped that before Sir Reg
nald or l saw pretty Mistress MargC
again his heart would have warme
toward me on this account. For S
; Reginald loves a brave man and
good fighter always, And in the eI
s it all turned out even as | had hope
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