Omaha daily bee., 1902-07-06


towers of Westminster, the whi,e walls of
the palaces, the forbidding bulwarks OF
the Tower; aye, upon these and upon the
river herself, the gilded barges, the fut-
tering pennons, the dancing wherries, all
appearing, at the touch of days magic
wand, to delight the eyes and captivate
the senses. For this the, swineherd has
lived and suffered, for this he will yet lay
down his life. Little wonder if he shall
stand enthralled and voiceless, forgetting
his watchword, worshiping at this altar of
white walls. Little wonder If the lannon's
voice call him as quickly to remembrance
They had brought the news to Wyatt
while yet he rode some little way from
the bridge, and he received 1t with that
good countenance he bravely showed in
all adversely. Endowed with the faculty
of winning mems allegiance, the poets son
had that rare resource and ready wi:
which never failed to delight the multi
tude. For the Jester a jest; for the curato
a text; for the malcontent a promise Of his
vengeance; for the women a poets grace
CT fattery; he played upon the minds of
his fellows as others upon an instrument.
Let them harbor foreboding, his merry
laughter turned their fears to scorn; let
any complain, he heard him patiently; let
any charge him that he was a traitor,
he answered. II serve the queen as no
other in this realm" And he had, says
the chronicle, all that brave appearance
which men ask from him that leads them.
Wearing still the mantle of youth, with
fair curly hair and Saxon blue eyes, and a
voice in which a note Of music fingered,
he was such a one as men loved for him
self rather than for his teaching. Nor
.u-.la l. -a41., AknN urA4,h nawoIN 1anfAI
to those who followed him. Did they
sleep in shed or stable? Then should
shed or stable find him sleeping? Were
they hungry, then let him hunger. too.
Did fatigue lie heavy upon them, the peril
OF the way-none the less should fatigue
be his and the place where peril lay. En-
Toying victory since the beginning OF his
endeayor, the master OF good intelligence
always, it was no folly for such a one to
believe. at Southwark, that the day was
won, the end at hand.
They close the bridge. you say" he an
swered them that brought him the news;
then, surely, my master, we shall be
quick to open 1t. What! has the night.
then, brought a miracle that a man must
pass in Southwark's gate or lie forever
at the walls? Ye tell me a child's tale!
Ride on but a league yet and l will show
you what a strategem is this. In very
truth ye shall sup at Mary's palace this
night"
They cried to him, "A WYATT A Wyattl'
and warmed now with wine and also from
the inns. red by the bounty OF the hamlet,
many Of them pressed even to the rivers
bank and boldly clamored that Sir Thomas
Bridges should open to them. The an
swering cry OF Traitors. get you gone!"
provoked their merry laughter.
I'VE are no traitors" their tongues pro-
tested. 'but honest men that have come 10
save our queen, Let her hearken and all
will be well!"
The culverines replied to them. the balls
from the aTquebusses, the singing arrows
Of the archers. This message Of death,
swift and sudden, was the first reality OF
that week OF wonders. Yonder on The
muddy banks men lay groaning or crying
to their God; blood welled the dewy grass;
pitiful cries were heard: the means OF them
that were sinking down to darkness. Not
for such an end as this had the shepherd
left his hock, the swineherd his stable.