The commercial. (Union City, Tenn.) 190?-193?, 1906-07-20


once; percnance you may chang,
| 'Cruelr ne cried. who haiti
/ changed me2"
And then your brotherg she con.
/ tinued WIN a little laugh, disregard
ing his question. "Methinks this hath
/ become family custom amongst tnt
kdricsonS. Nay, am sorry; uld mol
TINS hath come quickly upon me, ano
4 scarce know what TO say.
say some word OF hope, however
distant-some KIND word tnat may
cherish in my heart"
Nay, Alleyne, IL were a cruel kind
/ ness, and you have been TOO good and
/ true a friend 70 me that / should use
i you despitefully. There cannot be a
/ 10 think Of il Were there no otnel
| reasons, it is enough that my faInei
and your brother would both cry oul
against it."
My brother, what has he 70 a., v,,,.h
II? And your father -
Come, Alleyne, was 1t not yeu who
would nave me act fairly to an men.
ana eertes' to my father amongst
You say truly" he cried you say
truly, But you do not reject me,
hope? I do not ask pledge or promise
you-that on some happier day / may
hear kinder words from you"
her eyes softened upon him, and a
Rgbarteit ho answer ansg was on her lips.
OF arms and stamping of steeds, rose
up from the bailey below. At the
sound her face set her eyes .sparkled,
and she stood with flushed cheek and
head thrown back-a woman's body,
but a soul of fire.
MY father hath gone down" she
cried our place is by his side. Nay
time for dallying. Win my fathers
love, and all may follow. 1t is when
the brave soldier hath done his devoir
that ne hopes for his reward Fare
well, and may God be with youl" She
heidout her white, slim hand to him,
but as he bent his lips over it she
in his outstretched hand the very
green veil for which Peter Terlake
mad craved in vain. Again the hoarse
cheering burst out from below, and he
heard the clang, of the rising portcul-
lis. Pressing the veil to hts lips, he
thrust II into the bosom of his tunic,
ana rushed as fast as feet could bear
MIN TO arm himself and join the muster
The raw morning had broken ere
the hot spiced ale was served round
and last farewell spoken. First came
Biack simon with his banner, bestrid-
Ing lean and powerful dapple-gray
charger, as hard and wiry as himself
After him, riding three abreast were
nine men-at-arms, all picked soldiers,
who had followed the French wars
clatter of hoofs, they rode across the
Bridge of Avon, while the burghers
shouted for the flag of the five roses
and It's gallant guard
Close at the heels of the horses came
two-sco archers, burly and mostly
bearded, their round targets on their
backs and their long yellow bows, the
man had yet devised, thrusting forth
from behind their shoulders. From
each mans girdle. hung sword or axe,
"a linz 70 Dc I..,x,a 4 4. ~.
right hip there jutted out the leathern
culver, with its bristle of goose, pigeon,
ana peacock feathers.
SO We'll toast altogether
To the Gray Goose Feather
And the land where the Gray Goose
few
Behind the bowmen strobe two
trumpeters blowing upon nakirs, and
two drummers in parti-colored clothes.
AFTER them came twenty-seven sump-
ter-horses carrying tent poles, cloth,
spare arms, spurs, wedges, cooking
kettles horseshoes, bags of nails, and
perience had shown to be needfui in a
harried hostile country white mule
with red trappings, led by a varlet
carried sir NigeIs own napery and
table comforts. Then came two-score
more archers, ten more men-at-arms,
ana, fnallly a rear-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 jupons and
SHINING Drigandines of his companions.
quick cross fire of greetings and
questions and rough West Saxon tests
flew from rank to rank, or were banded
ABOUT betwixt the marching archers
and the gazing crowd
The 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 |
on the wooden drawbridRe echoed |
loudly from the gloomy arch which |
spanned II. Sir Nigel was still in his |
velvet dress of peace, with fiat velvet |
gap OF maintenance, and curling ostrich /
feather clasped In golden brooch |
He bore no arms save the long and |