Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1904-10-01
The Bow of Orange Ribbon
ROMANCE OF NEW YORK
BY AMELIA z. BARR
Author OF Friend Olivia" IN, ovA.r m.
Copyright by Dodd Mead and compapv
BY AMELIA E. BARR
"A ROMANCE OF NEW YORK
CHAPTER VlII.-(continued1

STlHT EN- WILL (COntlnued.)
Come, friends and neighbors." said
-Joris cheerily, 81 will sing you song;
and every one knows the tune to it,
and every one has heard their vaders
and their moeders sing it-sometimes,
perhaps, on the great bikes of Vader-
land, and sometimes in their sweet
homes that the great Hendrick Hud-
son found out for them Now, then,
all, a song for
MOEDER HOLLAND.
We have taken our land from the sea.
Its fields are all yellow with grain
Its meadows are green on the .ea--
And now shall we give II to Spain?
No, no. no. no.
We have planted the faith that is pure,
For the Word and the truth must endure
Shall we bow to the pope and to Spain?
NO, no, no, no!
Our ships are on every sea.
Our honor has never a stain.
Our law and our commerce are free:
Are we slaves for the tyrant of Spain?
NO. no, no. no!
Then, sons of Batavia the spade
me spade and the pike and the main,
And the heart and the hand and the blade
is there mercy for merciless Spain?
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 his
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 |; but always wrongs burns in the
heart until plain prose can not utter
them. Listen to me. If 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 at
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 foemen
worthy of her steel, if she turns these
good friends into enemies she re-
flected.
The emotion was too intense to be
prolonged; and Joris instantly pushed
back his chair and said, Now, then,
friends, for the dance. Myself think
not too old to take out the bride"
Neil Semple, who had looked like a
man in dream during the singing,
went eagerly to Katherine as soon as
Joris spoke of dancing. "He felt
measure in the brides dance, and he
hoped she would so far honor him"
mo, will not, Neil will not take
your hands. Often | have told you
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 her
mother calling, and left him standing
among the jocund crowd, hopeless and
distraught with grief.