Omaha daily bee., 1902-07-13

could these beggars contrive? Ay, death
would claim them soon enough-death and
the prison and the gibbet. Let them cher
ish what grace the day should give them.
Roy said; at Charing he should see a
finer sight.
"f my lord Of Pembroke be yet out
Of petticoats, he hath this Wyatt, surely!
Nevertheless, / mistrust him, comrades.
There Is a mans work to do in London;
belize our hands shall be needed there!"
He pressed on at a cantsr upon the
main high road as though the C of the
distant clamor we're some signal TO him.
and being come to Charing, he asked vainly
for tidings of my lords men. The din
of riot was not here, Such rebels as
Jagged. Rugged bloody wounds or lay
moaning at the gates OF the mobiles
houses. The village itself walked with gos-
sipers. You had counted q hundred about
the cross who told in wonder their story
of the march. To these ever and anon a
single horseman, flying as from pursuit.
gave assurance of Wyatt's victory, or was
named a boaster by one that followed him.
Maids watched from the windows of the
houses or carried water to the wretched
laggards who craved for Gods sake. Bells
were still tolling In the Minister church,
cannon were heard from London bridge.
But go a hundred PAGES to the fields and
all is OF the common day again. Men work
contentedly in pleasant gardens, wagons
creak and rumble with their market burden.
friend speaks to friend Of sale and barter.
the children run to the school house fear
ingly.
Roy passed through Charing with a sure
hand upon his bride. and being assured
that the need Of him lay eastward. he set
his men for Ludgate and the hill at Paul's.
God knows what shall befall II fear
Of this Wyatt hath opened the gates" he
said: 81 would as leave count upon yon
old woman's prattle as upon my lord of
Pembroke's wisdoml Let Wyatt pass In,
and all may yet be undonei There Is
magic Of g name which sheaths the stout
est sword. Press on. friends, lest the play
be done ere we see the groundlingsi"
He gave a ready example to them. and
! those that rode after him would draw
again and go with naked swords in their
hands. Every step now is toward the
heart Of the riot. to that dlscordant music
they play by Paul's and the hill. Grooms
and serving men at the doors Of the great
houses in the Strand cry Hasten, hasten,
for Gods sakel" Men. showing their
hurts, stumble and fall by wall and arch
way; they leave bloody tracks behind
them. Apprentices who bawl 1.-THE gate
is down. The gate u down!" swarm
about the horsemen and ieer their tardi-
ness. As the scene is approached, the
Bar by Temple. and thence to Fleet street,
the shouts become more discordant, the
riot more distinctly to be heard, the for
tunes Of the day more truly to be read.
For here is a great press OF people, leap
ing and co~ntending, that they may not
miss the spectacle. Every lattice shows
it's array Of anxious faces; the very roofs
are peopled by the doubling citizens. Lend
ear. and above that brawiing uproar you
shall not mistake the voice more resonant
OF the angry mob that cries 80 vaiiantly.
"a Wyattl A WYATT" Battle RACES in
truth, the din Of conflict. the ultimate en-
counter. Monstrous bludgeons beat upon
the iron Of the gatesi every Arquebus
belches it's vomit Of lingering smoke.
There are arrows flying in the air, great
stones hurled, seythes waved as banners,
pixies shivered against the unyielding bar
riers. The chief rebel himself, beating
at. the portal. calls loudly;
II am Wyatt; the queen has granted all
my p~etitions!"
But none Of those who serve the gate
lays down his arms, none cries a welcome.
In a lull Of the storm mark the voice
Of my Lord Howard who answers TO the
rebel
"Avaunt. traitor, thou shalt have no en-
trance here!"
Thus is the rebel dened, with a taunt
which charged the arouebuses again. and
again drove the arehers to the ramparts.
Counting no more than forty OF his COM
pany, Wyatt, in truth, knew that the end
was here, here the death decree written.
For this, the death about him, the iron BAR
rier. the reproaeh "traitorl" the hooking
citizens, the shadow Of the gibbet, he had
persuaded these men Of Kent. who now
cursed his name and the day his mother
bare him. Aye. what svated that giant
courage which still could wear a smiling
face and throw back At my lord the answer
ing jsst and challenged
NAY. thOu shalt open willingly enough