The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1907-01-11
81 fear naught for myself. But for

which there was no answer. What
indeed, could a lover say?
And, having thus aided the course
of love, Sir Harry removed himself
His conduct is worthy stern reproof
but mark what he did next.
Bertram he found alone and moody
painting coat -ofarms. Sir Harry
| (oh, shameD dissembled grin and
cried out fiel cely;
! 'Bertram. | have sought you long
Lad the fellow Roger is a fool. Why
| on the morl ow they would so a-hawk
ing on the hills"
Mad he must be- Bertram NUT
tered with furrowed brow. For the
danger was real, and he, the bred sol
der knew it better than carpet
knight such as Roger de Belesme.
Observe that | do not defend Sir
Harry. His conduct was such as all
persons of refinement must deplore
Nor now can | excuse him for de.
handing of his tailor four loose jerk.
ms of yellow leather by the morrow's
noon. For what purpose we shall see
later on.
Now we come on the steep, bare
hills of the Welsh marshes, hard by
where Cwm now stands. See knight
and lady riding, falcon on wrist.
The knight peers about him every in
stant--is, in fact, apprehensive. Fol,
lowed another knight, big man,
trotting easy, sparing his horse and
choosing the best of the turf
Sir Harry foretold sport. Sport,
truly, was found. The two riders are
dismounted, and knight and lady
watch their falcons soar. Behold,
from gray limestone crag break a
trocn Of riders in the yellow jenkins
OF Wales. They scream shrill, happy
in Welsh, and their long hair streams
in the wind as they gallop. Most hor
rillc are they, Fearsome the javelins
they hurl from afar
10 the saddle sprang Sir Roger
never man mounted at better speed
and dashed in his spurs and galloped
hea.'long away.
ride, Elinor, ride," he cried,
bravely.
E'lt ride, alack. she could not, for
she had no horse. The whistling jaw
elins and the CLEAN of them. had
frightened her palfrey, and it broke
away from " and fed.
The girl estood alone. straight and
very white, one gauntleted hand on
her heart. Ont from the hillside above
bro a greet shout. Galloping madly
down rushed Bediyere and Sir Bert
ram, an avalanche of war.
The Welssmen pulled up, jerkily,
looked Ions at the knight, appeared
not to like tie air of HIM They shook
their heads, Irughed, and galloped off
in the tracks OF Sir Roger, who turned
his head az saw them and spurred
amain. For he judged that they had
slain the LAD, and had no wish to be
with her in heaven for awhile.
To the L Y Elnor, thus easily
saved, came Sir Bertram, crying:
"Are you hurt, LADY,"
Nth, NC but she hung on his
hands and Looked into his eyes long
But without you, sir she said soft.
ly. Then: "Jie--he fled and left me-"
Coward ia is" said Bertram.
yet you brought me to him, know
ing"
Il knew no. lady, nor knew YOU
"Ah, my Knight" said the girl very
softly.
The worst is not met" said Bert
ram, LOOKING through the sunlight to
the yellow as OF the foot.len. The
girl laughed low.
And then a most strange thing be-
fell. Rose on the air a roar
Points! Points," Shoulder to
shoulder, kree to knee, cleaning in
chain mail, "alloping down from the
hilltop cam" 'our knights. There were
Gilbert of 0ke, and Harold of Ken.
ley, and Rao'll de Dormont, and Harry
Of Silvermere. How can | tell what
they were ing on the hills? Down |
hey came, and those footmen in vel |
oW stayed not to meet them-scat.
cred, fed.
This wac Not in the r'1n--this was
lot at all in ne plan" mutters Harry,
'eining up. And the four naughty
Knights soie-lnly shook their heads
Is over villains beyond all honest
mems wit.
Now they are riding back to Whit.
,hurch who King Edward has ar.
lived in hig good hum ,r Briskly
title troop saw coming toward him
,crOss the mead
The king vent out to meet them,
nd the Lad Elinor fell before him In
curtsy and aid in low voice:
So pleas you, my lord; but for
his, my 10 she laid her hand on
3ertram's a n and bit" hed~"I had
'een dead
"By your Lave, sir" cried Sir Harry.
We others were rio 'ng on the
march in hope of some small
fray. Cel ain rogues in yellow
;e saw bet the la1y, and the
owald, Sir 7oger, fed We, alack, {
,ere too far from these naves to aid