The Glenwood post., 1904-08-27

LORD, is it your wish that I get tho
horses?"
Yes; go bid them fetch the horses,
and we will have another day of blithe
wandering"
BlHhe they were, in truth, as they
cantered through shaded lanes and
daisied meadows. nothing too small to
be of interest or too slight to give
them pleasure. By grassy commons
and rolling meadows sweet with clus-
tering haycocks, they came at last to
the crest of the hill that guarded the
eastern end of the dale. The whole
round sweep of the horizon lay about
them in an unbroken chain of ripen-
ing vineyards and rich timberland. of
grain-fieds and laden orchards: not
one spot that did not make glorious
pledges to the harvest time. Drinking
its fairness with his eyes, the lord of
the manor sighed in full content
When | see how fine a thing it is to
cause wealth to be where before was
nothing, | cannot understand how |
once thought to find my pleasure only
| N destroying he said. Next month,
| when the barley beer is brewed, we
will have a harvest feast plentiful
enough to flesh even your bones, you
| bodkin!"
The Danish page laughed as he
lodged the plaguing wand. "It is
true that you owe something to my
race. lord. He had great good sense,
the Wide-Fathomer, to stretch his
strips of oXhide around this dale and
turn it into an odal."
Nay, now. it was Alfred who had
sense to take it away from him." the
Etheling teased.
But the boy shook back his long
tresses in airy defiance. Then will
Canute be foremost in wisdom. for
soon he will get it back, together with
all England. Remember who got the
victory last week at Brentford, lord"
In the midst of his exulting. cloud
came over the young Englishmans
smile. 81 would knew the truth CON
cerning that" he said slowly. The
man who passes today says one
thing; whose comes tomorrow tells
another story Yet since Canute is
once more free to beset London
He did not finish and for while it
appeared as though he did not see the
sunlit fields his eyes were resting on.
But suddenly the boy broke in upon
him with burst of stitled laughter
Look. lord, In yonder field, behind
the third haycock!"
The moment that he had complied,
laughter banished the Etheling's
meditations. Cozily eusconced in the
soft side of a haycock was Father In
gulph. couple of iovial harvesters
sprawled beside him. fat skin of
ale in his hands on its way to his
mouth.
But | will make him squirm for
that" the lItheling vowed. Il will
tell him that your paganism has made
spells over me so that | cannot tell
holy relique from an aleskin; and
a bedridden woman looks to me like
two strapping yeomen. | will. | swear
it,"
But presently Sebert's remarks be-
gan to take new tone. BY Saint
Swithin. lad, think they have more
sense than we, that linger a half
hours ride from food with noon
| uds sun Si"hhiho III 'h' oNs ~ is
borne in upon me that | am starving
Backing his horse out of the brush
he was putting him about in great
haste, when the boy leaped in his stir
rups and clapped his hands.
Lord, we need not be half hour
from food! Yonder, across the stub
bic, is a farmhouse. If you would con
sent that might use your name. ther
would | ride thither and get theil
best, and serve it to you here in the
elves own feast-hall."
The answer was a slap on the
green shoulders that nearly tumblet
, their owner from the saddle Now
| was right to call you elf. for yor
have more than human cleverness!
the Ethelins cried gayly. DO so, by
all means dear lad; and promise il
return that | will tell every puffed-uI
, dolt at home that you are the blithes
comrade who ever fitted himself tt
mans moods. There, if that contents
,, you, give wings to your heels!"
ITO be contnued.)
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