Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1907-06-19

"Afy beautful he whispered It all be could say. y
beautiful" But she clutched his ARM startled
"'Ware the road' wild haloo sounded ahead The horn
loudly Ware the road There sprang of the night
flying thunder of hoof beats The gentlemen riding idly front Of
the the hedge Sides and with drawn swords flash
ing the moon party honen charged down the highway their
cries blasting the night.
Barber Kill the barber they screamed "Barber! Kill the
barber ~"
but time draw his sword when they
ga mo his rang clearly he his slrrups
"a moi Francois Louis, Berqun! A moi, Francois!"
The cavaliers straight him. He parried the thrust the
collision hurled his against the side Of the
coach.
Sacred he cried bitterly To endanger lady, make
this braw in ladys presence Drive on !" he shouted
'fNon' cried Lady Mary
The Frenchman assants masked but they not high
wayme Barbe Barber they shouted hoarsey and closed in
him in circle
"see how seel laughed Beaucaire, his point
passed through awdy wacoa For moment he cut through the
cleared about him. and Lady Mary his face Shin
ing the moonlight Canae p he Kissed his horse sank beneath
him. though guarding his head from the rain of blows from
above managed drag headong from his saddle the who had
hmsng the brute The fellow suddenly the ground
and lay there.
Is compliment" said heavy voice, ito bring six large
subdue monsenrY'
"Oh you there frien In the little in the
think Ha, hal"
The Frenchans play with his Weapon revelation Of skill
But the ring closed about him. and his keen defense could not avail
him more than Lady Mary's ouders the gal
ans her escort rode the coach and enerced it.
terfering
"Sir Hugh Gufod cried Lady Mary wildly eff you will not
help him. give your sword She would have eaped to the
ground but Sir Hugh held the door.
"st quiet madam he said her The the the box
Drive on" g
eff he Does I'll kill she said fecey "Ah what cowardl
Will you the duke nurderedY'
laughed Gulford "They will not kill him. unless
he easy madam twill be explained Gads e he muttered
Moyneu "were the varet had his lashng Dye hear
herw
arber or no BARBER answered Mynelx II wish had warned
him He fights few gentlemen could Aah Look at that!
IT'S shamep'
On foot his hat gone his white sadly and gashed
Aecke oo with red NJ Beaucare wary alert brilliant seemed to
himself into dozen fencing and, though his skill
appeared ecacy and quckes his play being continually
with the point sheer strength failed to beat him down. lhe young
man laughing like child
Beeve me" said Moyneux, 'e's barber No, and
was"
there chance that NJ Beaucaire might
have the best Two Of his dveares prosra more than
one groanng the ndomtabe Frenchman had actually
almost beat of the uan when, by trick he One
of them, dmounng suddenly from behind and seized his
blade in thick leather gauntlet Before eaucare could dlsengago
weapon others threw themselves their horses and hurled
earth "a moi! moi, Francs!" he cried as ne went
his sword fragments but his voice unbroken and clear
hae r. mutered of the gentlemen about the coach
"Twas dastardy him so said Moneux whatever his
deservngs I'm nigh Of mind offer him in the dukes
face
uss him up lads" said the heavy voice. "Cear the way
front Of the coach There sit avenge upon
ous ackey Now When you have fair audience lay and
haste him."
Two began drag NJ Beaucare toward great oak by the
roadside Another took from saddle heavy whip with three
thongs ltDs4 utsA.t--
"a moi, Francosp