Saint Mary's beacon., 1901-09-19
The Tournament at BluestOne.


From Milwaukee Cwisl Badger.
Bluestone Manor 10 located in
one Of those remote rural districts
of old Maryland and consists of
broad arabic ields with Q back.
ground of dense woods-natural
maiden forest land extending for
miles and miles and existing in all
its primitive Amplicity and iuxur-
business.
Bluestone, far from the hum and
bustle of town or city, slumbers
peacefully on, wrapt in thss abso-
lutte quietude known only to those
back country districts where stren-
uous urban life entereth not.
Bot Bluestone today, for the
nonce, sweeps aside all these time
honOred traditions and teens with
animation.
An unusual honor becomes hers,
for her far-stretching, open fields
have been selected 90 the battle
ground whereon upwards of q score
of valorous Sir Knights shall as
semble and meet together in earn
est conflict to contest their skill
with the lance in the name and by
the charm of their respective fair
Dulcineas.
Right nobly has Bluestone re-
sponded to her task, for jammed
and crowded together are traps and
carriages, horse carts. or carts,
huggies. wagons and Numerous non
de-script vehicles, anonymously
intermingling, all striving to Sc
cure good vantage ground from
whence TO view the knights as they
dash over the course.
All aiong the roads from the east.
west and north leading to Blue
stone are throngs riding and on
foot fastening to the joust.
Dashing here and there, raising
great puffs Of dust along the road
way, are gaily comparisoned steeds
boaring determined knights adorn-
ed by flowing sashes and ribbons,
At the entrance stern Lew Cook
rules supreme, commanding with q
mi jestic sweep of his arm his ss-
sistant. little Tom Jones, when to
swing open the gate admitting to
the grounds.
Debarred from entering therein
are highest lord and lowliest beg
gar alike who lacks the requisite
admission fee, which 10 scaled up
and down SO as to meet every exi.
gency, from the infant in arms to
the crowded old carry-all.
Around this gateway 10 collected
motely group-here ragged, bare
footed urchins. with eager, tear
stained faces, begging in vain. to
be allowed to enter-there, o group
of little pickaninnies. happiness
and contentmeEt beaming from
their grinning black faces.
Ever and anon one begins non
sensical dialect song, accompanied
by peculiar swsying to and fro
of his body. The others circle
around him, with clapping of hands
and beating time with their bare
feet in the dust of the road, they
watch him dance, oil joining in
with high-pitched voices and sing
ing with q vim
Juber do, an Juber don't;
Juber will, an Juber won't;
Jnber dis. an Jnber dat:
Juber stole q poun' o. fat.
Oh, it's in Der, Juber, Ju-ber. ee.
But let's enter the grounds and
mingle now with the assembled
throngs where all the fair maidens
with burnlng cheeks and futtering
hearts anticipate being made queens
or maids of honor-if Jack or Har-
ry are only successful.
Miss Noaml Brooks, the acknow-
lodged belle, leans slightly over the
side of her spick and span carriage,
smiling superbly upon the gallant
knights lowering about her.
Among them are Joe Marshall
and Al Herbert, the fitting experts
of the county. Both are ardent
admirers Of Miss Brooks-in fact,
they are rivals, and as they now
bask in her smiles and and receive
her words OF encouragement, each
is determined that he shall lead
her as queen Of the ball tonight.
Directly opposite Miss Brooks car
riage is farmer Edwards' old farm
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