Crittenden press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1879-1907, 1906-07-19

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cruelrs he cried who hal
And then your brotherr she cor
% tinued with q little laugh, disregard
o ing his question "Methinks this hat
y become a family custom amongst tn
n @esS b Sa Bu am sSa G dis
y this hath come quickly upon me, ans
{ scarce know what to say
sas some TG ad Word VI s0P ssat %s,
} cherish In my heart"
Nay. Alleyne, II we're a cruel kind
J ness, and you have been too good and
true a friend to me that 1 should use
lyou despitefully. There cannot be a
closer link between US. IT Is madness
to think OF IT, Were there no other
reasons, IL Is enough that my father
and your brother would both cry out
against It,"
my brother. what has he to do with
1t? And your father -
Come, Alleyne, was IL not Won who
would have me act fairly TO ali mem mno
them7"
You say. truly" he cried. you say
Maude? You give me some ray OF |
hope? do not ask pledge or promise
say only that am not hateful to
you1ttihat on some happier day / may
Her eyes softened upon him. and a
heartfelt answer was on her lips.
when a hoarse shout. with the clatter
up from the bailey below. At the
sound her face set, her eyes sparkled,
and she stood with flushed cheek and {
but soul OF fire.
MY father hath gone down." she ,
cried Your place is by his side. Nay, {
time FOR dallyins. Win my father.
love, and all may follow. It is when
he brave soldier hath done his devoIr
We and n %Sy COD d be- with rsSa your She
leldout her white, slim hand TO him, =
but as he bent his lips over II she 9
IN his outstretched hand the very :
green veil for which Peter Terlake =
had craved In vain. Again. the hoarse
,he ss burst out from below, and he 5
Is Pressing the veil to his lips. he .
thrust II into the bosom OF his tunic. a
IND rushed as fast as feet could bear {,
. The raw morning had broken ere o
he hot spiced ale was served round n
md last farewell spoken. First came s
ing lean and powerful dapple-grayI
,harger as hard and wiry as himself.
After him, riding three abreast, were
Who had followed. the French wars X
before. SO, with Jingle OF arms and
latter OF hoofs. they, rode across the
houted for the flag OF Of the he five roses '
md its gallant guard. IL
Close at the heels OF the horses came e
wo- score archers, burly and mostly ;
Jacks and their long yellow bows, the n
most deadly weapon. that the wit OF Q
nan had yet devised, thrgsting forth IL
ach mans girdle hung sword or axe. n
Iccording TO his humor. and over his a
Iulver. with'its bristle Of goose, pigeon, g
md peacock feathers.
So well toast altogether la
To the Gray Goose Feather, q
And the land where the Gray Goose I"
few. In
Behind the bowmen strobe two p
rumpeters blowing upon nakirs, and =
wo drummers in parti-colored clothes. s.
after them came twenty-seven sump-
er-horses carrying tent poles, cloth, 9
pare arms, spurs, wedges, cooking =
xettles, horseshoes, bags Of nails. and q
he. hundred other things which ex- Q
had shown to be needful in a q
larried hostile country A white mule v
with red trappings, led by a varlet, h
'arried Sir Nigers own napery and
able comforts. Then came two-scoreI
more archers. ten more men-at-arms, r
md. hnallly rear-guard OF twenty
,owmen, with big John towering in
by his side, his battered har-
less and faded surcoat in strange con-
rast with the snow-white jupons and
A quick cross-nre OF greetings and
questions and rough West Saxon tests
Jew from rank TO rank. or were banded
about betwixt the marching archers
and the gazing crowd.
The Company had marched 70 the
turn OF the road ere Sir Nigel Loring
rode out from the gateway. mounted
on Pommers, his great black war
whose ponderous football
on the wooden drawbridge echoed
loudly from the gloomy arch which
spanned IL. Sir Nigel was still in his
velvet dress OF peace. with fiat velvet
feather clasped in a golden brooch.
He bore no arms save the long and .