Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-12-03

but still writhing body with its heels dashed at
the newcomer.
But this time there was no hasty flight, no rap
turous pursuit to the wall. The little man braced
himself straight, flung up his metal-headed whip,
and met the horse with crashing blow upon the
head repeated again and again with every attack.
In vain the horse reared and tried to overthrow its
enemy with swoopng shoulders and paving hoofs.
Cool, swift and alert, the sprang swiftly aside
from under the very shadow of death, and then
again came the swish and thud of the unerring blow
from the heavy handle
The horse drew off, glared with wonder and fury
at this masterful man, and then trotted round in
circle with name bristling tail streaming and ears
on end, snorting in it's rage and pain The man,
hardly degning to glance at his fell neghbor, passed
on to the wounded forester raised him in his
with strength which could not have been expected
in slight body, and carried him, groanng, to
the wall, where a dozen hands outstretched
to help 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 more.
As he sprang down, dozen monks surrounded
him to thank him or to praise him; but he would
have turned su1lenly away without word had he
not been stopped by Abbot John in person
NAY, Squire Loring," said he, if you be bad
friend to Abbey, yet we must needs own that
you have played the part of good Christian this
day. for if there is breath left in servants body
is to you next to blessed patron Saint Bernard
by Saint Paul! I you goodwill, Abbot
John,' said the young man. The shadow of your
Abbey has fallen the house of Loring.
As to any small deed that may have done this day.
ask no thanks for it. 1t is not for you for your
house that have done it, but only because it 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: 1t
would be fitting and gracious" said he,
if you were to speak to the holy Father Abbot in
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 silvering hair, l would answer you
in another fashion," said he. You are the lean
wolf which grows ever at door, greedy for the
little which hath been left to Say and do what
you will with me, but by Saint Paul! if l find that
Dame Ermyntrude is baited by your ravenous pack
l 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
fears of the law of England"
"a just law 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 steal their
neighbours land"
Rash man, many has been blighted by
her ban for less than you have now saidl And yet
it is not for 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 will
live, said brother looking up from the PROSTATE
form. with blood-letting and electuary,
will warrant him sound within a month
Then bear him to the hospital And now,
brother, about this terrible beast who still gazes