The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1906-07-27

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And then your brotherr' she con-
tinued with Q little laugh, disregard.
ing his question. Methinks this hath
E RsSds Nay. am sorry; aid moi moi
mean o jibe. But, indeed, Alleyne,
this hath come quickly upon me, and
/ scarce know what to- say.
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NAY. Alleyne, Il were . cruel kind:
ness. and you have been too good and
true friend TO me that / should use
Closer Clos INK between US. It is madness
to think OF Il. Were there no other
reasons, 1t Is enough that my father
and your brother would both cry out
!. NY brother. what has he to do with
1t? And your father -
"Come. Alleyne, was 1t not you who
would have me act fairly to all men,
ana certes. to my father amongst
"You say truly" he cried. .you say
truly. But you do not reject me;
hope? ] do not ask pledge or promise.
Say only that ] am not hateful to
you--that on some happier day may
hear kinder words from YOU.
Her eyes s0ftened upon him, and q
heartfelt answer was on her lips.
when 9 hoarse shout, with the. clatter
or arms and stamping OF steeds, rose
up from the bailey below. At the
sound SOU her face set. her eyes sparkled,
head thrown back--a woman's body.
my father hath gone down." she
cried. your place IL by his side. Nay,
look not at me. Allsyne. It is no
love, and I'll mas sol low II 4 Is ,, when
the brave soldier hath done his devoir
that he hopes for his reward. Fare
well. and may God be with your She
bgt as ne bent Ills lips over u she
whisked away and was gone, leaving
IN his outstretched hand the very
green veil for which Peter Terlaks
had craved In vain.. Again. the hoarse
heard the clang Of the rising portcul-
lis. Pressing the veil to HIS lips, he
thrust It into the bosom OF his tunic,
and rushed as fast as feet could bear
Th g raw h% ornn ana sS t 5ns ss
the hot spiced ale was served round
and last farewell spoken. First came
Black Simon with his banner, bestrid-
Ing lean and powerful dapple-gray
charger. as hard and wiry as himself.
nine men-at-arm all picked soldiers.
who had followed the French wars
before. So, with jingle OF arms and
clatter Of hoofs. they. rode across the
SSrafs q or AHS a wh os ns SvTos
and its gallant guard.
Close ct the heels q the horses came
two score archers, burly and mostly
bearded, their round targets on their
most deadly. weapon that the wit Of
man had yet devised. thrusting forth
each mans girdle hung sword or axe
t hsp there e. as sd Gut ana ne s
culver, with Its bristle Of goose, pigeon,
and peacock feathers.
So we'll toast altogether
To the Gray Goose Feather,
And the land where the Gray Goose
new.
Behind the bowmen strobe tvs.
|trumpeters blowing upon nakirs, and
two drymmers In parti-colored clothes.
After them came twenty-seven sump-
ter-horses carrying tent, poles, cloth.
spare arms. spurs, wedges, cooking
ss anarss otSs es snss q ns s s sa
perience had shown to be needfui in q
harried hostile country. A white mule
with red trappings, led by varlet,
carried Sir Nigers own napery and
more archers. ten more men-at-arms,
and. finally q rear-guard OF twenty
bowmen, with big John towering IN
the front rank and the veteran Aylward
marching by his side, his battered har-
ness and faded surcoat In strange con-
trast with the snow-white jup0ns and
shining brigandines Of his companions:
A quick cr0ss-flre. Of greetings and
questions and rough West Saxon jests
few 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
on Pommers, his great black war
war-horse, whose ponderous football
On the ro wooden len d!rawbridge ech n9sd
spanned II. Sir Nigel was still in his
velvet dress Of peace. with fiat velvet
feather clasped In q golden brooch.
He bore no arms save the long and