Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1901-11-30
MICAH CLARKE
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Mine said |. bowling.
And mine" said Lockarby.
Thanks, good friends. Alack, have
dropped my gauntlet in the street But
| II Is OF no import. j thank God that
no harm has come to anyone My thanks
once more, and may pleasant dreams
| await ye.' She sprang up the steps,
ana was gone in an instant.
Reuben and l embarrassed our horses
ana saw them cared for in silence. We
then entered the house and assembled 10
our chambers, still without word. Out
side his room door my friend paused.
have heard that long mans voice
before, Micah" said he.
And so have l." l answered. The
old man must beware of his prentices.
have half a mind to 90 back for the
little maiden's gauntlet"
a merry twinkle shot through the cloud
Which had gathered on Reubens brow.
lie opened his left hand, and showed
me the doeskin glove crumpled up in his
palm.
Il would not barter it for all the gold
IN her grandsire's Golfers" said he with
a sudden outtiame; and then, half laugh
ing. half bluShing at his own heat he
whlsked IN and left me to my thoughts.
And so learned for the first time. my
dears, that my good comrade had been
struck by the little gods arrows. When
mans years number one score. love
springs up in him, as the gourd grew
ia the Scriptures, in single night.
nave told my story i'll if | have
not made you understand that my
TREND was frank, warm-hearted lad of
| impulse, whose reason seldom stood SEN
try over his inclinationS. Such a man
can no more draw away from a winning
maid than the needle can Shun the mag
net He loves as the mavis sings or the
kitten plays. Now, slow-witted, heavy
| fellow like myself, in whose veins the
blood has always flowed somewhat coolly
and temperately, may go into love as a
| morse goes into a shelving stream, step
! by step, but man like Reuben is kick
ing his heels upon the bank one moment
and Is over ears in the deepest pool the
! next.
Heaven only knows what match it was
! that had set the two alight. | can but
| say that from that day on my comrade
was sad and cloudy one hour. gay and
bllthesome the next. His even flow of
good spirits had deserted him. and he be-
came as dismal a mOulting chicken,
which has ever seemed to me to he one
of the strangest outcOmes of what poets
have called the Joyous state of love. But
indeed, pain and pleasure are so very
nearly akin in this world that it is as if
| they were tethered in neighb0ring stalls,
and kick would at any time bring down
the partition. Here is Il man who is as
I, full of signs as a grenade is of powder
his face is sad, his brow is downcast, his
wits are wandering; vet if You remark TO
him that it is an i'll thing that he should
be in this state he will answer you. az
| like as not, that he would not exchange it
| for all the powers and principalities.
| Tears to him are golden, and laughter is
| but base coin. Well, my dears, it is use
less for me to eXpound to you that which
| cannot myself understand. If, as l
| have heard. it is impossible to get the
| thumb-markS of any two men to be alike,
how can we expect their inmOst thoughts
| and feelings to tally! Yet this / can say
with all truth, that when | asked your
grandmother's hand ] did not demean
myself as if | were chief mourner at a
| funeral She will bear me out that
walked mp TO her with smile upon my
| face, though mayhap there was a little
| tiutter at my heart, and | took her hand
| and | said-but. lackaday, whittier have
| wandered? What has all this to do
with Taunton town and the rising of
! 1885?
On the night of Wednesday. June IL,
we learned that the king, as Monmouth
| was called throughout the West. was ~
| ing less than ten miles off with his forces.
and that he would make his entry into
/ the loyal town of Taunton the next morn
ing. Every effort was made, as We may
well guess, to give him a welcome which
! should be worthy of the most Whiggish
| and Protestant town in England. An
arch o 'vcrgreens had already been
/ built up at the western gate, bearing the
motto. "Welcome to King Monmouth"
and another spanned the entrance 10 the
market-place. from the upper window of
the White Hart inn. with Hail 10 the
Protestant Chief!'' in great scarlet let,
! ters. \ third, if | remember right
! hridged the entrance to the castle yard
but the motto ON it has escaped me. The
| cloth and wool industry -, as | have told
you. the staple trade of the town, and the
merchants had no mercy on their wares
/ hut used them freely to beautify the
/ streets. Rich tapestries, glossy Velvets,
and costly brOcades fluttered from the
/ windows or lined the balconies. East
street. High street. and Fore street were
draped from garnet to basement with rare
| and beautiful fabrics. while gay flags
/ hung from the roofs on either side, or
fluttered in long feStoOns from house to
/ house. The royal banner of England
| fioated from the lofty tower of st. Mary
! Magdalenp. while the blue ensign of Mon
mouth waved from the sister turret of
! St. James. Late into the night there was
| planning and hammering, working and de
vising until, when the sun rose upon
! Thursday. June IS, it shOne on as brave
a show of bunting and evergreen as ever
| graced town. Taunton had changed as
! hy magic from a city into flower
| garden.
Master Stephen Timewell had busted
himself in these preparations, but he had
/ borne in mind at the same time that the
!
! sent to Monmouth's eyes was the large
| body of armed men who were prepared to
follow his fortunes. There were sixteen
| hundred in the town. two hundred OF
which were horse. mostly well armed and
equipped These were disposed in snch
! way that the king should pass them IN
/ his progress. The toWnsmen lined the
market-place three deep from the castle
| gate ~ the entrance to the High street;
| from thence 10 Snuttern. JorSetshlre anu
| Fr0me peasants were drawn up on either
! side Of the street: while our own regl-
ment was stationed at the western gate.
/ With arms well FURNISHED. serried ranks
and fresh sprgs Of green in every bon
net. no leader could desire a better add
ton to his army. When all were IN their
! places. and the burghers and their wives
| had arrayed themselves in their holiday
gear, with gladstone faces and ba Skets .t on
new-cut flowers. all was ready for the
royal visitors reception. .,.
''My orders are" said Saxon, riding
up to Us a. we sat our horses be
| side our companions. that | ana my
| can.ains shoI,ld fall in with the