The Rathdrum tribune. (Rathdrum, Idaho) 1903-1963, 1907-07-12
Her Chan lpion.
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tary forces at MafStOn Hoor, NaFoi0i
riding along a country road heard the
voices of women singing Puritan
hymn. AS he proceeded the sounds
grew nearer till at last, reaching
country home, he saw a group of wo-
men on the porch at their devotlons.
Riding into the grounds, he threw him
self from his horse and, mounting the
steps asked for some supper The wo-
men there were no men present; they
were all with CromwelD paid no atten
ton to the soldier till they had finished
their evening service when girl OF
twenty invited him in and with her
own hands laid supper for him.
The Cavalier was John Hinchelwood,
younger son of nobeman. but
twenty years old born soldier, and
knew no law save that of the army.
While the girl was laying the supper
he was feasting his eyes upon her.
And well he might Unlike the pre-
vaiing type of English women. she was
brunette, tall, willowy of figure, with
large, lustrous eyes. while her face had
the finely chiseled beauty of cameo.
When the young soldier had finished
he arose from the table and said:
"Silver and gold I have none, but
such as | have l give INTO you"
Throwing his arms about her, he
held her in tight grip and kissed her
again and again. Then, leaving her.
the blood burning in her cheeks and
| an In
he went out, mounted his horse and
rode away. 1t was not long before he
heard a horse galloping behind him
and, turning, saw boy riding toward
| him.
"My sister," said the boy, "sends this
word to you: You are coward to at
tack a woman, and she expects that
you will return and give satisfaction
to one whom she may select as her
champion
"Tell your sister," said the soldier
that l am expecting a bigger fight
with the kings enemies, but when II
Is over, If l come out alive, l will dc
her bidding"
A few days later Hinchelwood
wounded and exhausted with his par
in the battle at Marston moor. rode uI
to the house of the girl he had insult
ed. He found her on the porch. Al
she looked upon him thus altered al
expression of pity came into her face
and she said:
''If you will apologize, sir, for you
brutal conduct you may go unpun
ished."
"That l will when l have put /,
sword hole through your champion
I'll crave your pardon on my bendet
knee"
'1n that case he will meet you.
is now 4 O'clock At 8 you will find m,
defender at the bridge half mile vi
the road. He will teach you how t
insult weak woman. /"
II shall be pleased to kill him that
may step into his shoes as your de
fender. And afterI have killed him
will champion you against all Corners
The girl turned away, and Hinchel
wood left the house. When the cloc
stood at 6 he was waiting at tn
bridge. So exhausted was he that b
leaned against the rail for support
His wound had broken out and wa
bleeding afresh. Presently he saw
man coming on horseback. When h
drew near, Hinchelwood noticed tina
he wore helmet with the visor dowr
"Are you the lady's champion?" h
asked.
II am"
Judging from your voice. you ar
but boy. Take off that old fashione
headpiece and let me see your face"
MY father fought In this armor, an
I choose to do the same"
Suppose refuse to fight an ur
known enemy"
Zone who would insult a woma
would likely take that ground"
: This was quite enough for Hinche
wood. He drew his sword, his enem
/ dismounted, and they took their pos
: tons. Hinchelwood said:
II conclude that you, being the ls
dy's champion, are in her favor. Be
Ing ambitious to be first in her favo
myself. | shall brook no rivals"
: "These are fine words. sir. We sha
see whether you will make them good.
H1nchelwood made a thrust, whic
was clumsily parted by his opponen
Indeed, from the first it was eviden
that he was no swordsman. He stoo
continually on the defense and neye
made thrust till Hinchelwood aske
him If he was going to let himself b
killed like lamb Then the III
known's sword point struck Hinche
wood In the cuirass. At that momer
Hlnchelwood saw the sky, the field
MS enemy, swimsbefore him in circles
and he fell in a faint
The stranger, throwing down hi
sword, uttered cry and ran to hi
fallen enemy and raised his head, 8
the same time throwing up the visor G
his own helmet. Hinchelwood opene
MS eyes and started. He was lookin
into the face of the woman he had n
suited.
II have killed you, she moaned.
"Killed me! You couldn't kill n fro,
it's my wound of The battle receive
from a giant Roundhead. But wins
means this absurdity? Thank heaye
I've not harmed you Had killed yo
l would have plunged my sword int
my own vitals."