The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1907-03-02
IT fear naught for myself. But for

| Indeed, could 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-of-arms. Sir Harry
| ooh, shame!) dissembled a grin and
cried out fiercely:
"Bertram. I have sought you long!
Lad, the fellow Roger is fool. Why,
on the morrow they would go 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 a carpet
knight such as Roger de Belesme.
Observe that I do not defend Sir
Harry. His conduct was such as all
persons of refinement must deplore.
Nor now can I 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 a 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 easily, sparing his horse and
choosing the best of the turf
Sir 70
truly, was found. The two riders are
dismounted, and knight and lady
watch their falcons soar. Behold,
from gray limestone crag break a
troop of riders in the yellow jenkins
OF Wales. They scream shrill, haply
in Welsh, and their long hair streams
in the wind as they gallop. Most hor-
rife are they. 'Fearsome the javelins
they hurl from afar.
To the saddle sprang Sir Roger
never man mounted at better speed
and dashed in his spurs and galloped
| headlong away.
Ride, Elinor, ride!" he cried,
! bravely.
But 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 her and fled.
The girl stood alone. straight and
very white, one gauntleted hand on
| her heart. Out from the hillside above
broke great shout Galloping madly
down rushed Bedivere and Sir Bert
| ram, an avalanche of war.
The Welshmen pulled up, jerkily,
looked long at the knight, appeared
not to like the air of him. They shook
their heads, laughed, and galloped off
! in the tracks of Sir Roger, who turned
his head and saw them and spurred
amain. For he judged that they had
slain the lady, and had no wish to be
with her in heaven. for awhile.
To the Lady Elinor, thus easily
saved, came Sir Bertram, crying:
Are you hurt, lady?"
Faith, mol" but she hung on his
hands and looked into his eyes long.
But without you, sir" she said soft.
~. Then: "He-he fed and left me-"
! Coward he isl" said Bertram.
yet you brought me to him, know
ing!"
Il knew not 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 coats Of the footmen. The
girl laughed low.
And then most strange thing be-
fell. Rose on the air roar
Points! Points!'' Shoulder to
shoulder, knee to knee, cleaning in
chain mail, galloping down from the
hilltop came four knights. There were
| Gilbert of Stoke, and Harold of Ken
ley, and Raoul de Dormont, and Harry
of Silvermere. How can I tellf what
they were doing on the hills? Down
they came, and those footmen in yell
low stayed not to meet them-scat-
| tered, fed.
This was not in the plaintiffs was
not at all in the plan,' mutters Harry.
refining up. And the four naughty
knights solemnly shook their heads
as over villains beyond all honest
mems wit
Now they are riding back to Whit
! church where King Edward has ar
rived in high good humor Briskly a
little troop he saw coming toward him
| across the mead.
The king went out to meet them,
and the Lady Elinor fell before him in
a curtsy and said in a low voice:
so please you, my lord; but for
this, my love'-she laid her hand on
Bertram's arm and blushed-"I had
been dead"
by your leave, SIR cried Sir Harry.
1--WE others were riding on the
march in hope of some small
ARRAY Certain rogues in yellow
we saw beset the lady, and the
coward, Sir Roger, fed. We, alack!
were too far from these knaves to aid.
But for Sir Bertram, who saved her
alone, unhelmed, unshielded, beating
down two, I do not know where now
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