The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1907-01-24

OrOuS OF lady so well endowed
would have taken her in his arms to
kiss her.
She held out her hand to him, sc
Sir Roger, failing of better, kissed
that She swept him 4 low curtsy.
Bertram was not Joyous, and that
vas noted by his friend and. sworn
brother, young, Sir, Harry. of Silver.
mere, to whom. that evening, he ex.
piained the whole matter.
Next night a minstrel sang a Pro.
vencal lay while Sir Roger leant
plumply over the Lady Elinor's chair;
to whom came Sir Harry, and was
greeted with scowl from the knight
and smile from the lady.
And THE king hath not come, then,
Sir Harry?" says the lady.
Harry opened his eyes wider.
Not yet On the morrow, think. a."
Il am glad. would speak to him. +"
Well" said Sir Harry, at least We
lie in noble place. Noble hawking
there is on the westward hills In
truth, those hills breed naught: but
that for certain. is what he said.
we have had NO sport" says the
lady. Surely we must take to the
hits Sir Pogar?" said she
NAY, Elinor. in faith
'Whv DO Won fear sir?"
Il fear nasght for MY self. But for
yOn--' f<.'
And fear not for you nor for my
self, sir" said the lady sharply. To
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!
Bertran he found alone and moody,
painting cOat-of-arms. Sir Harry
(Oh, shameD dissembled q grin and
cried out fiercely:
II -rtram. l have sought you long!
Lad, the fellow Roger is fool. Why,
on the morrow they would go a-hawk-
ing on the bills"
Mad he must be" Bertram NUT
tered with furrowed brow. For the
danger was real, and he, the bred SOL
dfer, 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 1 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 a 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 Harry fOretold sport. Sport,
truly, was found. The two riders are
dismounted, and knight and lady
watch their falcons soar. Behold,
from a 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 thsy 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. Eltnor, ride." he cried,
bravely.
But ride ala"k! she could not. for
she had no horse. The whistling Jaw
elins. and the glesm Of them had
frightened her palfrsy, and it broke
away from her and fed
The girl stood alone. straight and
very white. one eauntleted 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. aud had no wish to be
with her in heaven for awhile.
To the Lady EiiEor. thus easily