Churchill standard. (Fallon, Nev) 1903-1908, 1906-07-28

once. ~percnanee you may change
again
changed me?'
And then your brother!' she con-
tinued with a little laugh, disregard
ing his question. "Methlnks TINS hath
peeome "a IdmlIy custom amongst tne
Edrlcsons. Nay, l am sorry, l did not
mean "a Jibe. But, indeed, Alleyhe,
tnls hath come quickly upon me, anu
l scarce Know what To say.
say some word OF nope, however
distant-some KIND word tnat 1 may
cherish in my heart.
ness, and you have been too good ana
urue a friend to me that l should use
you despitetully. There cannot be d
Closer INK between us. 1t Is Madness
10 think of 1t. Were there no otnei
reasons, il is nough that my tatuet
and your brother would both cry out
against it,"
My brother. what has he to do with
II? And your father -
Come, Alleyne, was it not you who
would have me act fairly to ali men,
and certes' to my father amongst
them?"
truly. But you do not reject me,
Maude? You give me some ray of
hope? do not ask pledge or promise
Say only that | am not hateful to
you-that on some happier day l may
hear kinder words from YOU"
Her eyes softened upon him, and a
heartfelt answer was on her lips,
when a hoarse shout, with the clatter
of arms and stamping of steeds. rose
up from the bailey below. At the
sound her face set, her eyes sparkled;
head thrown back-a woman's body,
but a soul of fire.
MY father hath. gone down" she
look not at me. Alieyne. It is no
love, aud ali may, follow. It is When
the brave soldier hath done his devoir
that he hopes for his reward. Fare
well, and may God be with you" She
heldout her white, slim hand to him,
bat as he bent his lips over it she
in his outstretched hand the very
green veil for which Peter Terlake
had eraved in vain. Again the hoarse
cheering burst out from below, and he
heard the clang of the rising portcul-
lis. Pressing the veil to his lips, he
thrust II into the bosom of his tunic,
him to arm himself and join the muster.
The raw morning had broken ere
the hot spieed ale was served round
Black Simon with his banner, bestrid-
ing a lean and powerful dapple-gray
charger, as hard and wiry as himself.
After him, riding three abreast. Were
nine meu-at-arms. all picked soldiers,
who had followed the French wars
before. So, with Jingle of arms and
cater OF hoofs, they, rode across the
1IluSt Vi ANOl, WllliG the
shouted for the flag of the five roses
and its gallant guard.
Close at the heels of the horses came
two-score arehers. burly and mostly
bearded, their round targets on their
backs and their long yellow bows, the
most deadly weapon that the wit of
man had yet devised, thrusting forth
from behind their shoulders. From
each mans girdle hung sword or axe.
according to his humor, and over his
right hip there .jutted out the Jeathern
nI11NnT with, IL hRfgt1a Of FAAP naHraARR
and peacock feathers.
So Wen toast altogether
To the Gray Goose Feather,
And the land where the Cray Goose
flew.
Behind the bowmen strobe two
trumpeters blowing upon nakirs, and
two drummers in parti-colored clothes.
After them came tw~enty-seven sump-
spare arms. spurs, wedges, cooking
kettles, hOrseshoes, bags of nails, and
the, hundred other things which eX-
perience had shown to be needful In a
harried hostile country. \ white mule
with red trappinEs, led by a v%arlet.
table comforts. Then came two-score
more archers, ten more men-at-arms
ana, tinallly a r~ear-guard of twenty
bowmen, with big John towering in
the front rank and the veteran Awkward
marching by his side, his battered har-
ness and faded surcoat in strange con
traSt with the snow-white iupons and
shining, ~brigandines of his companions.
A quick cross-fre of greetings and
questions and rough West Saxon iests
flew from rank to rank, or were banded
about, betwtNt the marching archcrs
and the gazing crowd.
h Company had marched to the
turn of the road ere Sir Nigel Loring
rode out from the gateway, mounted
on Pommers, his great black war
~war-horse, whose ponderous football
on the wooden drawbridge echoed
loudly from the gloomy arch which
spanned it. Sir Nigel was still i'm his
velvet dress Of peace, with fiat velvet
cap of maintenance, and curling ostrich
feather clasped in a golden brooch.
He bore no arms save the long and