Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1905-12-07

II am your man. Pommers. and you are
my horse, and this night you shall own it
or l Will never need horse again. My
spirit against thine, and God hold thy
spirit hlgn, Pommers, 50 that the great
er be the adventure and the more hope
Of honor gained"'
Whilst he spoke young Nigel had
climbed onto the top of the wall and
stood there balanced the very image of
grace and spirit and gallantry, his bride
hanging from one hand and his whip
grasped in the other. With a fierce snort
the horse made for him instantly, and
his white teeth flashed as he snapped; but
again heavy blow from the loaded whip
caused him to swerye, and even at the
instant of the swerve measuring the
distance with steady eyes, and bending
his supple body for the spring, Nigel
bounded into the air and fell with his
legs astride the broad back of the yellow
horse. Fora minute, with neither saddle
nor stirrups to help him, and the beast
ramping and rearing like a mad thing
beneath him, he was hard pressed to
hold his own. His legs Were like two
bands of steel welded onto the swelling
arches of the great horses ribs and his
left hand was buried deep in the tawny
name
Never had the dull round of the lives
OF the gentle brethren of Waverley been
broken by so fiery a scene. Springing to
right and swoopng to left, now with its
tangled wicked head betwixt its forefeet,
and now paving eight feet high in the
air. with scarlet, furious nostrils and
maddened eyes. the yellow horse was a
thing of terror and Of beauty But the
1.-THE figure on his back. bending like a
reed in the wind to every movement, firm
below, plant above. with calm inexor-
able face and eyes. which danced and
CLEANED with the joy of contest, still
held it's masterful place for. all that the
fiery heart and the iron muscles of the
great beast could DO.
Once long drone of dismay rose from
the monks, as rearing higher and higher
yet, a last mad effort sent the creature
topping over backward upon its rider.
But swift and cool. he had writhed from
under it ere it fell. spurned it. with his
foot as it rolled upon the earth. and then
Selling its name as it rose swung himself
lightly onto its back once more Even
the grim sacrists could not but join the
cheer, as Pommers, amazed to find the
rider still upon his back, plunged and
curveted down the field.
But the wild horse only swelied into a
greater fury. In the sullen gloom of its
untamed heart there rose the furious re-
solve to dash the life from this clingins
rider, even if it meant destruction tc
beast and man. With red. blazing eyes
it looked round for death. On three sides
the hve-virgate field was bounded by a
high wall, broken only at one spot by
d heavy four-foot wooden gate But or
the. fourth side was a low gray building
one of the oranges of the Abbey. present.
ing q long flank unbrOken by door or win.
dow The horse stretched itself into a
gallop. and headed straight for that
craggy 30-foot wall. He would break in
red ruin at the base of it if he could
but dash forever the life of this man
who claimed mastery over that which
had never found it's master yet
The great launches gathered under it
the eager hoofs drummed the grass. a:
4 faster and still more fast the frantic
liz BE- continued uc1k Sind