The Coeur d'Alene press. (Coeur d'Alene, Idaho) 1906-1907, 1906-12-14
lie Of the Olden Time
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1.-THE of the romance contained
nv could be recorded the in
of fictitious happenings would
% shame. In the musty records
Id in the Tower of London or
plain unvarnished history Of
there is a plentiful supply of
for English song and story.
one that needs no elaboration:
ELL in a Scottish castle Sir John
be, a knight, condemned by the
be beheaded, was taking final
his daughter.
well. my child" said the father.
die at dawn tomorrow"
glrl looked at him fiercely-sO
that he almost thought this
bad deprived her of reason.
er," she said hoarsely, you
pt die"
might folded her In his arms
Oaned in broken tones: 1.-THE
Ills 1t. He has signed my death
/, and 1t is on its way. It will
tonight. The scaffold and block
dy, The headsman Is waiting.
ln tomorrow will not rise on
ther My child, do not deceive
I. There Is no hope"
Drawing from his embrace, the
med and left him. AS she passed
the door she paused and, turn
ID with the energy of despair:
her, you shall not die"
hight was dark. A courier dash
splashed along a muddy Scot
ad A mail pouch was slung to
BOULDER Now and again the
of some Overhanging tree would
e his face with rain water, and
sc was continually plunging into
pool or mudhole in the road. The
Ind stretched ahead of him, be-
Inn and behind him. Far In the
&c loomed the castle In which Sir
Cochrane was confined, and the
nger was making straight for it.
east was a faint forewarning of
Noticing 1t, he spurred his horse,
ling
ball be late. 1t would be a pity
p man In suspense. It's to be
IN, and my presence is as neces-
8 that of the man who is to part
bis head"
lad scarcely finished his soliloquy
something sprang up and at him
he road. At first he thought 1t a
but in another moment he felt a
arms struggling to deprive him
mail pouch The courier was
weak man, and his enemy was Of
and slender build, but it seemed
heaven were giving to the latter
human strength. In vain the
tried to throw him off. He
Ike panther. Then the horse,
10 support the two struggling
Is, fell. The courier rolled into
% beside the road, and as he
cred out he caught sight of a
cad In the garments OF a Scot
Knight standing in silhouette
NE line where earth and sky
lne castle those who were to off,
al The execution emerged from
sieeping rooms to witness the
y OF Sir John Cochrane. Nothing
wanting but the official order for
Aecuuon, and that was not forth
Dawn grew into daylight,
aie sun rose. Then came the
win his story that he had been
n by an unknown knight and
! OF his mail pouch containing the
NJ The headsman rested on his
ui'e the others consulted. There
u nothing to do but send to the
LOT another order, and, consid-
0ne distance and the roads of the
me trip would require two
!. me messenger was dispatch
-e oneials dispersed and the
man put away his az.
mig tie period of waiting the IA.
Sontessor was pleading for Sir
NE Gradually a hope sprang
green sprig from the ground.
stronger, budded and bloomed
oeief that the condemned man
IA oe pardo9ed. But II so which
atI'Fe inst, the new death war
lae pardon? In those days of
AN Communication no one could
,a'rning sentry on the castle
Alhg over the moorland saw
r.. u'S'ence a horseman coming at
- he sentry called the atten-
:. o'hers to the conner. and the
80 Don covered with Sir John
= n Wellwishers. As the man
Aea5 -. ne waved a paper above
81 - p,, and shouted. "a pardonr'
a. SO doors were swung ODen,
p'SO0er stepped forth a froe