The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1908-09-24
ago. No, nor 1T is not you Master

ago. No, nor 1t is not you Master
Baldwin,"
Then who is it," cried the steward
impatiently.
He is shrewd. is Marttn-when the
saints have not got their backs tc
him." said the old fellow slyly.
Who is tt?" Numbered the steward
we'll used to this rustic method OF
evasion. Answer, you dolt!"
But no answer came. and Baldwin
never got one. for at this moment a
man who had been watching In front
of the house ran In.
They are here!" he cried. "a good
hundred of them. and torches enough
for st. Anthony's eve Get you to the
gate. porter, Sir Anthony Is calling
for you. Do you hear?"
There was a great uprising, a great
Gathering OF feet and barking Of dogs
and some wailing among the women.
AS the messenger finished speaking a
harsh challenge which penetrated even
the court yard arose from many voices
without and was followed by the wind
ing OF a horn. This suf1ced. All hur-
rled with n accord into the court.
where the porter looked to Baldwin for
Instructions.
Hold a minute!" cried the teward
silencing the loudest hound by a sound
kick n ~disregarding Sir Anthony's
voice. which came from the direction
of the gateway. Let US see IL they
are at the Jack toe"
He ran through the passage. and
emerging on the edge Of the moat was
at once saluted by a dozen voices
warning him back. There We're a
score OF dark figures standing In the
little close where the fight had taken
place. Right" said Baldwin to him
self. Needs must when the old gen
4 tlap,or IrjyaSf Orjy 7 thnJcht mould
make sure"
He ran back at once. nearly knock
ing down Martin, who, with a COM
panion. was making. but at a slower
pace, for the front of the house.
We'll Old eomrade', cried the
back as he passed. you are
here. are you? I never thought
that you and would be In at our own
deaths.,'
He did not notice. in the wild humor
which had seized him. who Martins
other time 1t would have struck him
that there was no one In the house
quite SO tall. He sped on with scarcely
a glance, and in a moment was under
the gateway, where Sir Anthony was
soundly rating everybody, and partic-
ularly the porter. who, with his key
in the door. found, or affected to find.
the task of turning it a difficult one.
AS the steward came up however, the
big doors at some sign from him
creaked on their hinges, and the knight,
mis- staff In his HAND and the servants
clustering behind him with the lanterns,
Wake onward a pace or two to the
end of the bridge. bearing himself with
some dignity.
Who disturbs us at this hour?" he
cried. peering across the moat and
signing to Baldwin to hold UP his large
lantern, since the others uncertain Of
their reception, had put out their
torches. BY it's light he and those be-
hind him could make out a group Of
half a dozen figures a score Of yards
away. While In support Of these there
appeared a bowshot Off and still in the
open ground a clump Of. it might be,
a hundred men. Beyond all lay the
moon, new risen. was sailing through
n watery wrack Of clouds. "Who are
ye?" the knight repeated.
Are you Sir Anthony Cludde?" came
the answer.
II am"
Then in the queens name. Sir An
thony," the leader OF the troop cried
solemnly, Il call on you to surrender.
1 hold a warrant for your arrest, and
also for the arrest of James. Carey, a
priest, and Baldwin Moor. who, l am
told. is our steward. I am backed
Wy Wives WHICH IL VIII De vain TO re-
sist.''
Are o Sir Philip Clopton?" the
knight asked. for at that distance and
in that light it was impossible to be
sure.
II am" the sheriff answered earnest
ly. and as a friend l beg you. Sir An
thony, to avoid useless bloodshed and
further cause for offense. Sir Thomas
Greville, the governor of Warwick
castle. and Colonel B~ridgewater are
With me-. I implore you. my friend, to
surrender, and / will do what good Of
fees I may"
The knight, as we know. had made up
his mind, and yet for a second he hesi-
tated. There were stern, grim faces
oulid him, changed by the stress OF
the m into the semblance Of dark
Baldwin's-the faces of men. who.
though they numbered but a dozen.
We're his men, bound to him by eyery
tie OF instinct aud breeding and Gus
tom. and he had been a soldier and
knew the fierce Joy OF q desperate
struggle against odds. Might 1t not be
better, after all?
But then he remembered his women
kind, and, after all, why endanger these
faithful men? He raised his voice and
cried clearly: II accept your good Of
fees, Sir Philip, and / take your advice.
| will have the drawbridge lowered.
only I beg o will keep your men we'll
In hand and do my DOOR house as lit
tie damage as may be-"
tContiaued Next Wesk.)
For Those Who Fail.
"AI homer to him who shah win tho
The world has cried for a thousand
EN xyn oro MsE AlHEE ~