Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1904-02-10
the bride path across the common a,

the Birdie path across the common at
the edge Of the copse.
1.-THE top of the morning to you, Sir
Percy de Bohun." laughs Lady Biddy.
percy" eNclaiins Lady Diana.
"Prithee, what are you doing out Of
doors at this hour!"
Seeking May dew, mayhap," sug-
gests the Honorable Dolly.
"But nay, your ladyships," returns
he. 81 am seeking Sir Robin Mozart"
And forthwith Sir Percy proceeds to
give them history of the adventures
of the night, emitting no smallest de-
tail of the proves of Sir Robin. He
has just concluded amid burst of
tumultuous "Ohs!' "Ahs!" "Ludsw
and vast deal of commissioning SYM
patty and monstrous collection of
pretty oaths and curses for Tom Kidde
when into the center of this colloquy
jumps Lord Broollwood's messenger,
nudging his sweetheart behind a tree,
to tell as best lie can his errand, to bid
all the company at once to see the
sight, it now not lacking more than the
quarter to the hour when Mr.. Lambe
will adjust the moose and send one Of
the boldest and most courtly young
outlaws of his day a-swinging to his
deserts.
This information, 1t may be imagin-
ed, was received with acclaim by all
and by Sir Percy with positive joy, his
only regret, as, dismounting and lead
ing his jaded horse, lie walked at Lady
Diana's side, being that Sir Robin had
10 contrived to give them the slip and
not even to have the happiness of wit
Messing justice done the rogue who
had so near deprived him of existence.
"When II we see the gibbet?" asks
the Honorable Dolly, painting with her
quick pace.
"Soon,' answers Lady Di.
"Ochone, an l hope We'll not be
afther bein' too late 10 see it ALL"
chimes in Lady Biddy, short breathed
| too.
percy" says Diana, cup in your
saddle and spy, for I'd not have us miss
SO fine sight for hundred pounds"
mo sooner said than donev' answers
Sir Percy de Bohun from atop of his
horse, where he shades his eyes with
his hand and gaZes off to the hill where
the gibbet stands
"Heayen!" cries he, clapping spurs
that send spurts of blood into the eyes
Of one gentleman and shower of sand
all over the whole party, and away
with him, tearing up the turf as he
goes; into the midst of the strings of
gaping, jostling, hurrying folk; scatter
ing 'em right and left, leaving 'em in
his wake dumfounded, picking each
other up. Through the high street of
Brook-Armsleigh village, clatter, dash
plunge, with prick and urge and goad
of thigh and lash, and straining, start.
ing eyes fixed on the face he sees out.
lined against the fair blue morning
sky; the brave, undaunted face. dark
under its yellow hair, bearing the
strange likeness to his lady-his lady,
nay, this is his lady's lord and love for
whom he rides-and with moose about
his neck now, and man of cloth and
man of blood both at hand; this one
with book, that one with cap, the sea
of open faces SETTLING breathless all
around.
ION, onw whispers Percy, bending to
the bow and whispering hoarsely to the
long roam, his very soul in tremor, his
lips parched, his forehead and lip drip.
ping sweat. y
Into the midst of 'em, nearly throw
ing Lord Broelvwood ~ sastss,ee
his BEAST like thundes q. Z 81
long leap up on the boards besid
Lamb, the butcher, and Biggs, the jus
tice. and Frewen, the curate.
"Sirs," cries he, whats this yer
doing? This gentlcman's Sir Robin Nc
Tart of Robinswold, Kentw Tearing
the hemp from her ladyship's throat
from her wrists, pushing away til
three of 'em and half lifting the SUP
, posed baronet in his lusty arms, h
! drags, carries, swings Peg down to til
| ground and up into his own saddle.
, And then the explanations, the as
. tonishments the INDUSTRIOUS wonder Q
, it, the humility, the subsection, til
, apologies, the supplications Of all thes
lords, gentlemen, ladies, WORTHLESS, VOL
ships, vagabonds and multitudes!
, Wonanlike, as she sits there for a fey
moments daZed, so sudden fetched fror
/ death to life, she has but the though
that tits to him she loves she owes dt
! liverance.
But none Of their hospitality c
amends will she have or even listen tt
no tamying at Broolwood castle, IL
smallest glance back for all the wllet
1 dies and coaXes of Lady Diana, Lad
/, Biddy, the Honorable Dolly and til
rest. All she asks and gets is he
scrawl from Mr.. Frewen.
Courtly acceptance of Lord Brook
, woods abject attempts at amends-gr;
cious bows, hands, words, laughter o
last-and my lady in hastily procure
| post chaise bids the gibbet at Brood
t Armsleigh village farewell and start
: for London, where she swears she
due and must not fail OF being for t,
morrow, Sunday.
E Sir Percy, too, afiirms he must u
g to town without delay to have til
! honor and pleasure of himself rehear
= ing at Wills the splendid courage {
q Sir Robin and his almost miraculou
: escape from Il horrible and ignominiou
death.
s In truth Percy longed, after the e.
g elements of the past four and twent
/ hours, TO be alone. to seek, as was hi
: wont of late, in some nnfrequented, oil
1 scure part of the town, such as the de
: olate neighborhood of the Dove pier, a
opportunity to ponder upon Lady Pc,
n ey, to guess fruitlessly OF her where
t abouts, to curse himself and Sir Robi
e who had with good cause, he gene
!, ously allowed, SO known how to wi
+ her from him; to marvel how at ever
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