The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1903-02-13
The Bow of Orange Ribbon |
A ROMANCE OF NEW YORK
BY AMELIA E. BARR
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Copvrieht byDod Media
By AMELIA E. BARR
CHAPTER vIlI.-(Continued.)

"COme, friends ana nelgnpors' e"'u
Joris cheerily, 81 will sing you SONG
and every one knows the tune 10 IT,
and every one has heard their Vauers
and their moeders sing it-sometlmes'
perhaps, on the great bikes OF Vauei'
land and sometimes in their sweet
homes that the great Hendrick Hud-
son found out for them. Now, then,
all, song for
MOEDER HOLLAND.
We have taken our land from the. sea,
Its fields are all yellow with gram
its meadows are green on the Lea,
And now shall we give it to Spain?
No, no, no, no!
we have planted the faith that IS pure
That faith to the end We'll maintain;
For the word and the truth must enuuIe',
Shall we bow to the pope and to Spain
No, no, no, no!
Our ships are on every sea,
Our honor has never stain. 49,,
Our law and our commerce are Tree.
Are we slaves for the tyrant of Spain!
No, no, no, no!
Then. sons of Batavia, the spade
The spade and the pike and the man,
And the heart and the hand and the blade.
Is there mercy for merciless SPAN!
No, no, no, no!
BY this time the enthusiasm was
wonderful. The short, quick denials
came hotter and louder at every
verse; and it was easy to understand
how these large, slow men, once
kindled to white heat, were both ire
sistible and unconquerable. Every eye
was turned to Joris, who stood In MS
massive, manly beauty a very con-
spicuous figure. His face was full
of feeling and purpose, his large blue
eyes limpid and shining; and. as the
tumult of applause gradually ceased,
he said:
"My friends and neighbors, no poet
am I but always wrongs burns in the
heart until plain prose can not utter
them. Listen to me. II we wrung
the Great Charter and the right OF
self-taxation from Mary in A. d. 1477;
If in A. D. 1872 we taught Alva, by
force of arms, how dear to us was
our maxim, No taxation without rep
resentation,'
Shall we give up our long cherished right !?
Make the blood of our fathers IN vain
| Do we fear any tyrant to fight?
| Shall we hold out our hands for the
chain?
No, no, no, no!
Even the women had caught fire al
this allusion to the injustice of the
Stamp Act and Quartering Acts, then
hanging over the liberties of the Prov
ince; and Mrs. Gordon looked curious
ly and not unkindly at the latent
rebels. England will have foemer
worthy of her steel, if she turns these
good friends into enemies" she re
fected.
The emotion was too intense to be
prolonged; and Joris instantly pushed
back his chair, and said, Now, then
friends, for the dance. Myself | thinl
not too old to take out the bride"
Neil Semple, who had looked like
man in a dream during the singing
went eagerly to Katherine as soon as
Joris spoke of dancing. He fell
strong enough" he said, ito tread &
measure in the brides dance, and he
hoped she would so far honor him."
"No, l will not, Neil. l will not take
your hands. Often l have told yor
that"
Just for tonight, forgive me, Kath
crime"
81 am sorry that all must end so;
cannot dance any more with you;
and then she affected to hear hel
mother calling, and left him standing
among the jocund crowd, hopeless ant
distraught with grief.