Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-02-18

always the same high musical clashlng.
The old shipman shook his b .ad and
crossed himself g In thirty years upon
the waters | have never heard the like,
said he. The Devil is ever loose in a
fog. Well is he named the Prince of
Darkness
A wave of panic passed over the YES
sci, and these rough and hardy men who
feared no mortal foe shook with terror
at the shadows of their own minds.
They stared into the cloud with blanched
faces and fixed eyes, as though each
instant some fearsome shape might
break in upon them. And as they stared
there came gust of wind. For a mo-
ment the fog-bank rose and a circle of
ocean lay before them.
1t was covered with vessels. On all
sides they lay thick upon its surface.
They were great carracks, high-ended
and portly with red sides and bulwarks
carved and crusted with gold. Each had
one great sail set and was driving down
channel on the same course at the Basil
isk Their decks were thick with men,
and from their high poops came the
weird clashing which filled the air. For
one moment they lay there, this wondrous
feet, surging slowly forward, framed in
gray vapor. The next the clouds closed
in and they had vanished from view.
There was long hush, and then buzz
of excited voices.
The Spaniards!" cried a dozen bow
men and sailors.
Il should have known it," said the
shipman. g l call to mind on the Biscay
Coast how they would clash their GYM
balls after the fashion of the heather
Moor with whom they fight; but what
would you have me do fair sir? If the
fog rises we are all dead men"
There were thirty ships at the least,
said Knolles, with a moody brow. " If
we have seen them trow that they
have also seen us. They will lay us
aboard"
Nay, fair sir, it is in my mind that
our ship is lighter and faster than theirs.
If the fog hold another hour we should
be through them. y
Stand to your arms!" yelled Knolles.
''Stand to your arms! They are on us!"
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To be continued next Sunday
IUPON.-A jacket, often quilted and worn under
armor; or sureoat worn ORR over aTmor
CADENCY LABEL.-Heraldic bearings to dis
tinguish the shields of the son.
GoBBET.-A mouthful piece
ENARMED; ENDoRED.-To the boars
head to lard it; and to endore it is to glaze it.
by the of the yolks of eggs
NEF.-From the Latin MANS. Any medieval
ship; a vessel of huge dimensions shaped like
a ship placed before a feudal lord, containing
wines, sauces. spices and the like. They were
sometimes of gold silver, bearing escutcheons,
etc.
BALINGER.-A small sea-gong war-vessel
Synopsis of Preceding Chapters
CIR NIGEL" is a romantic tale of the loves and
- adventures of Nigel Loring a young English
of heroic ancestry.
Nigel and his grandmother the sole sur
vvors of the family, and the Cistercian monks of
Waverley Abbey are threatening to eject them
from their meager possessions Young Nigel openly
opposes, and finally is forciby taken prisoner to
Waverley.
As conflict over his treatment is about to begin
Sir John Chandos. of the most valiant knights of
King Edward arrives in search of Nigel, announcing
that His Majesty is coming to spend the night at
his house.
The enmity of the monks is at once transformed
into servllity, and Nigel leaves in the company of
Chandos, followed by Aylward who determines to
be in the young Squire's train
The Kings dinner is held with appropriate ecat
Nigel enlists Chandos squire, and the King
gives money to buy his war outfit.
On his way to the Nigel is intercepted by
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