New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1905-12-03
SUNDAY MAGAZINE 70, DEcEMBER 3. 1905

bf1t still writhing body with its heels, dashea al
BI,t tbis time there was no hasty fight, no rap
furious pursuit TO the wall. The little man DIaGed
himself straight flung up his metal headed WHIP
and met the horse with crashing DO" upon INC
head repeated again and again with every attack
In vain the horse reared and tried to overtime" rs
enemy with swooPng shoulders and paving hoo 3
Cool swift and alert the man sprang swiftly ''slIe
from under the very shadow OF death, and then
again came the swish and thud Vi ZIG uiloilii'a INV
from the heavy handle
The horse drew off, glared with wonder ana Jury
at this rnasterfu and then trotted rouha III q
circle with name bristl1ng tail streaming ana ears
on end snorting in its rage and pam. me man,
hardly degning to glance at his fell neighbour passed
on to the wounded forester, raised him IN MS arms
with strength which could not have been eX Peeted
in so Slight body, and carried him, groan1n8. 20
the wall where a dozen hands were outstTetc1ea
to helm him over Then, at his leisure, the young
man also climbed the wall smiling back with cool
contempt at the yellow horse, which had come
raging after him once more.
As he sprang down, a dozen monks surrounded
him to thank him to praise him. but ne Woatd
have turned sullenly away without WORD mad ne
not been stopped BY Abbot John in person
Nav, Squire Loring,' said he, IF you bad
friend TO our Abbey vet we must needs own that
YOU have played the part of good Christian TINS
dav for if there breath left in our servants body
# to YOU next to our blessed patron Saint Bernard
that it
BY Saint PAUL. owe you no goodwill, Abbot
Tohn,' said the young man. " The shadow OF your
Abbey has ever fallen across the house OF LorLng-
As to any small deed that may have done this day,
ask no thanks for it. 1t is not for YOU nor for Your
house that l have done It, but only because II was
my pleasure so to do
The Abbot flushed at the bold words, and bit his
lip with veXation.
1t was the sacrist, however who answered. II
would be more fitting and more gracious, said he,
If YOU were to speak to the holy Father Abbot IN
a manner suited to his high rank and to the respect
which is due to a Prince of the Church.
The youth turned his bold blue eyes upon the
monk. and his sunburned face darkened with
anger Were it not for the gown upon your back,
and for your si1vering hair, l would answer you
in another fashion" said he. 3" You are the lean
wolf which grows ever at our door, greedy for the
little which hath been left to us. Say and do what
YOU will with me. but by Saint Paul! if / find that
Dame Errnyntrude is baited by your ravenous pack
will beat them off with this whip from the little
patch which still remains of all the acres of my
fathers"
Have care, Nigel Loring, have careL" cried
the Abbot with finger appraised Have You no
fears of the law of England?
"A Just law l fear and obey"
Have YOU no respect for Holy Church!
Il respect all that is holy in her. l do not
respect those who grind the poor or steal their
neighbours land.
Rash man, many has been blghted by
her ban for less than you have now said! And yet
it is not for us to Judge you harshly this day You
are Young and hot words come easily to your lips
How fares the forester?"
His hurt is grievous, Father Abbot. but he VIII
live" said a brother looking up from the PROSTATE
form with a blood-letting and electuarys l
will warrant him sound within a month.
Then bear him to the hospital. And now
brother about this terrible beast who still gazes
and snorts at the top of the wall as though