Omaha daily bee., 1902-07-06
Copyright, 1901, by Max Pemberton)
CHAPTER TX.
Those that save themselves and iy,

AAgak NAAaN u hAa W.
Butler Huditras.
Now, upon the night when Queen Mary
cam to the Tower to seek counsel Of
such as we're steadfsst in that evil hour,
fortune seemed already to have declared
for Wyatt and his fellows. Successful
beyond their desires in the Kentlsh coun-
try (but chiefly at Rochester, where they
had thrown down the bridge and possessed
themselves OF the %csstle). the rebels
marched upon London with a good cour-
age begotten OF the peoples welcome, and
every house being open to them and their
cause proclaimed in every township, they
thought surely that the end was won, and
all their hardihood thus early rewarded
when my lord Of Norfolk, with 300 OF the
train bands, met them at hartford, and
Wyatt, near leader, made bold TO speak for
them. Such a good wit he had, says the
story, and so ready was he in the argu-
ment, that the very arquebussiers, come
out 10 destroy them. must throw their caps
ana cry, "A Wyatt. a Wyattl" 1t has
been written that they were an army OF
draggletails, very muddy and weary OF
their Journey. Nevertheless they burned
with zeal, believing the Spanish husband
the queen had chosen intended the undolng
of the realm. a great hurt to the Protest.
ant faith. What point of success came to
them they Judged TO be the gift OF God
ana a sign of divine countenance. In this
spirit they prevailed with the sailors upon
her maiesty's ships then lying In the river,
and when they had burned seven OF the
greatest vessels and manned others with
right good seamen, none might galnsay
their exultation nor exclaim upon 1t. A
DAYS march now would carry them TO the
goal of their desires. In London they
might look for the support OF great names
and great houses. Thomas Grey, my loru
of Devon. by lord OF Suffolk-aH these hau
ahetted that conspiracy, and wouio pre-
sently acknowledge 1t. The very banners
bore a noble escutcheon. The rebels had
The iov NJ victory already in their hearts.
Now all this had befallen upon the day
which brought news OF my lord OF Nor
folk's dilemma to those who waited in ST
James; and thereafter the panic which Tell
unon London did not a little to JUSTIFY tne
rebel boast. So near was the peril, IN
truth. that every house was barred ana
shuttered. while the river herself could
show a thousand willing hands TO tnro"
down the bridge by which wyatt must
enter in. Lacking a leader where many
led. believing that the rebel hosts were
messengers Of God, the timorous citlzens
asked vainly for that wisdom OF detence OF
which fear had robbed her councillors
What wit was that, men asked, which lett
London bridge for a rebel highway when
every other gate was closed? Had Sr
Henry B%edingneld and those with him no
culverins then. that Wyatt should mock
him so? Who was this outlaw TINS prs
oner of the White Tower, set free to
trounce his betters and do that which the
oueen's captains had not done? He was
ROY. the king Of Calverton, the knowing
ones answered. Az men clutching at a
straw. the timcrous prayed God that he
might yet save the city.
they said that the outlaw was free, ana
this was a true saying. The queen had
spoken a promise and neither complaint nor
argument would turn her from 1t. She. too,
had found a man that day; she, too, would
stake all upon a woman's Judgment.
deliver to you one TO whom you shall
hearken." she had cried when many pro-
tested that safety lay here and others
cried, NAY, your wits are lost, for there
IL the road. And Roy OF Calverton' VINO
but an hour ago had been the servant OF
the ~jailers. went boldly before them all to
mock their doleful hesitation and to awake
them from their stupor.
my lords he cried. and the irony was
not to be held back. my lords, it is plain
lnal yb 6lTlhC q BOOh INV W gNah ANNN
this night. Do ye stand here long enough
I myself will crave mercy Of this rebel for
you. Nay, sirs, seeing that he must come
in, ye show right good wisdom to let down
the bridge for him. Put away your
culverins ! beseech you. lest they be an
offence in his eyesl Ye have good pike
men here and archers I see; let them cast
their pixies into the river and break their
c~alivers. Would ye have this Wyatt find
ye with arms in your hands? God forbid
n ye would keep heads on your shoulders!
Let the bridge be lowered and the sack
butts made ready; ye will need a merry
fanfare when Sir Thomas rides inl'
His scorn. says the old chronicle, was a
Just rebuke upon their lethargy. Those
who erstwhile had dawdled with their "ifs"
and ans now protested that they would
obay him willingly II he would but show
them the way. Sir Henry Bedingfeld him
self. exclaiming upon his folly, called
halberdiers to him and commanded them to
the work. Where there had been but NUT
tered complaint and womanish forebodings
brave words were heard and brave resolu-
tion. Faithful servants of the queen were
there. but they had lacked a leader; and
now one came to them out OF the night. A
noble hgure in the torches light, this sturdy
northman, with his curly haxen hair
tumbling upon his splendid shoulders, with
his doublet OF Lincoln green and his high
boots Of leather and the good sword they
had returned to him, this man came out
TO them as he whom they sought, the mas
ter Of their salvation. Timidly, at hrst. in