The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1905-05-31
Knight of the
Middle Ages
By TROY ALLISON
80. Copyright. 1905. BY Troy Allison.
BIZ TROY ALLlSO
Copyright. 1905. BY Troy Allison.

the country road.
Just poling," he said, staccato.
But this is my first trip in one. My
country blood Is feeling concealed,
she gaSped as the machine leaped from
the last layers of cobblestones and
went whizzing along the dirt road
lie put on more speed, and they
rushed on madly. CraW ford gazing in
tently before him.
She remembered stories of people
who had suddenly been struck With in
sanity, and little cold chills crept up
and down her spine.
Aren't we running away she
quavered
That's exactly what we're doing"
he said calmly. 'ln fact, were elop-
ing"
or all things" Her exclamation
now expressed the settled conviction
that he was victim of insanity
Its this way. Elizabeth" he eX-
planned with the calmness. she thought,
that prccedes an insane outburst, you
have refused me twelve times. and |
have my own superstitions about try
ing the thirteenth"
She looked ut him somewhat hopeful
ly At least his memory was not en-
trely gone
81 heard YOU last week ut the Rich
lcN's dinner party" he continued, say
ing that YOU liked the strength of pur-
pose of the men of the middle ages:
that men of today We're aputhctic crea=
lures without II proper supply of back
bone. You went SO far as to say You
would prefer being kidnapped by man
Of that type 10 being begged and tcased
and implorcd by the men Of today.
Now, my child"-hc turned toward her,
smiling broadly You Will have the
mother" pattng his chest that she
might locate the said godmothcr Il
ann giving You your wish. You nre he
ing abducted in the style gf the middle
ageS"
You're brute" she said eonelu-
sivrly.
"Oh. not quite 50 bad as that" cx-
tcnuatingly "Of course l could not
furnish the absolutely proper stage set
tingS You will observe that | had to
omit the white palfrey | didn't plan
this in time to advertise for n white
palfrey, and ! thought | might not be
able to handle you as tenderly, charg-
ing along upon one I'll admit that
the up-to-datcness of this machine in
troduccs n false chronological note
sorrowfully but won't you admit
that you are more comfortableY'
Il hate you, she responded Jelly
That's no obstacle to determined
exceedingly cheerful I'm fact, diff
Guilty lends charm to an adventure"
you'll take me home this very min
ute" she commanded Imperlously.
Not SO were the Sabine women
obeyed." He was traglcally firm.
III get out and walk"
You might if | slowed up the ma
chine" lie put OH more speed delib-
erntcly. But jumping out just at this
stage of the game would be n some
what dangerous feat"
She dropped into her seat rcsentful-
ly. Il have heard of Il proyerb Mr..
John Crawford" the sarcasm in her
voice was intense that has probably
never been entertained by Your be-
nightcd mind Possibly you have heard
that there Is "A difficulty IN getting Il
horse to drink, even after you have led
him to water"
MY dear girl, your positive and
strenuous knight Of the middle ages
would have staked that horse right
there until he got so thirsty he would
have ncIghed for water"
She sat In silence for the next half
hour.
I'm almost frozen" she said petu-
lantly. perhaps it's part of your
plan that | get my fingers and nose
ITS too bad" politely. but when
ever you are ready to marry me we
will head this machine for the nearest
Then we will wear this automobile
TO a fragile. / hope you have a per-
petual motion motive power and don't
depend entirely upon gasoline"
Crawford gave her a startled glance
from the corner Of his eye, surprised
that she knew the machine would not
keep on indefinitely.
"Oh, that's all right" cheerfully
She relapsed into her sulky silence,
and for the next hour Crawford went
steadily ahead, whistllng occasionally
to relieve the monotony.
He turned the machine into "a lonely
road branching Off from the main road.
They passed over swampy spot that
the automobile almost refused TO take.
He drove farther into the neglected
and the automobile suddenly
stopped with snort.
Suffering saints" he exclaimed dis
hastily jumping out, Fifteen
miles from anywhere or anybody and
the power given out"
She didn't say Il word, but reached
them around her snugly. He
took out cigar, lit 1t and tramped up
and down meditatiyely.
mo use trying to fix H." he in
formed her dolefully. Tt's hopeless
case"
The short winter afternoon was
drawing TO a close. and the gray OF
early twilight settled dlsmally over the
gloomy pines.
I'm hungry. too" she said, with the
euSDiciou of IA sob
"If you would only consent TO be
Mrs. John Crawford tonight we would
try TO find a house somewhere where
we could have a jolly supper and a
fire.
you'd make a nice lovable husband
wouldn't your" she said in indignant
scorn. what woman would want to
marry brute capable of starving and
freezing her to death?p
"My child, those are cultivated char
acterlstics, cultivated merely to win