Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1904-05-13

"a supposed highwayman's cap
ture had penetrated, although
the earl, with commendable foresight
In behalf Of the entertainment of his
young daughter and her companions.
had sent messenger to impart the
sight shortly to be had. The messen-
ger, having a sweetheart In the other
direction, must needs go appraise her
FIRST. So the gay ladies and their cav
alters sat on fallen logs, strolled hither
and yon, knelt to sop their bits Of linen
In the dewy hollows, laughed, chatted,
dabbed their faces, now lacking any
coat Of crimson save that which nature
might have vouchsafed. and made great
show Of fine rural simplicity.
''HoOfs! Hoofs! cry all these fair
ones. a-darting this way and that,
stuffing their napkins into their bodices
as a courteous voice, with by your
leave, ladies and sirs," greets them, and
none other than Sir Percy, self and
horse spent in his fruitless search for
the supposed Sir Robin. energies from
the bride 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" exclaims Lady Diana.
"Prithee, what are you doing out of
doors at this hourY'
Seeking May dew. mayhap." sug-
gests the Honorable Dolly.
But nay. your ladyships." returns
he. Pam seeking Sir Robin Mozart"
And forthwith Sir Percy proceeds to
give them a history Of the adventures
Of the night, emitting no smallest de-
tail Of the prowess Of Sir Robin. He
has just concluded amid a burst of
tumultuous "Ohsw "Ahsr' "Ludsr'
and a vast deal Of commiserating SYM
pathy and a monstrous collection o;
pretty oaths and curses for Tom Kidde
when into the center Of this colloquy
jumps Lord Brookwood's messenger,
nudging his sweetheart behind a tree,
to tell as best he can his errand, to bid
all the company ut once to see the
sight, 1t 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 al
and by Sir Percy with positive joy. bis
only regret as, dismounting and leaG-
ing his jaded horse, he walked at Lady
Olana's side. being that Sir Robin had
20 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 III we see the gibbetT" 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 to see it allw
chimes in Lady Biddy, short breathed
too.
Percy" says Diana, Cup in your
saddle and spy, for I'd not have US miss
30 fine a sight for hundred poundsw
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 of to the hill where
the gibbet stands.
Heaven cries he, clapping spurs
that send spurts of blood into the eyes
of one gentleman and q 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 ana 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, undauntsd 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 seething breathless all
around.
ION, onv' 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.
Into the midst Of 'em, nearly throw
Ing Lord Brookwood from his seat; OF
his beast like thunderbolt and with
long leap up on the boards beside
Lamb, the butcher, and Biggs. the jus
tce, and Frewen, the curate.
'Sirs," cries he, whats this ye're
doing? This gentleman's Sir Robin Nc
Tart Of Robinswold. Kentw Tearing
the hemp from her ladyship's throat.
from her wrists, pushing away the
three of 'em and half lifting the sup
posed baronet In his lusty arms, he
drags, carries, swings Peg down to the
ground and up into his own saddle.
And then the explanations, the as.
tonishments, the monstrous wonder Of
1t, the humility. the subsection, the
apologies, the applications Of all these
lords. gentlemen. ladies, worthless. wor.