The Butler weekly times. (Butler, Mo.) 1881-1918, 1910-03-17
In Cromwell S
Time
By FRANK II. SWEET

Twas the 9TH of September, 81, as
rode up the Newbury road. II
seemed that years rather than a few
days. had passed since I fought with
my liege on Inflated Worcester field.
And now in the bitter anguish of my
heart. cursed the fates that had made
Cromwell ruler Of England. and my
king an exile from his land
Thus ran my thoughts, when sud-
den scream came from the road be-
hind
Hastily tightening my armor, I
wheeled my horse and waited. Around
bend In the road came two men, and
betwixt them maid, quite sad and
forlorn. The sight of their Puritanic
garb set the blood tingling In my
veins.
Whence came you, sir?" demand.
ed he who appeared to be in CON-
mand; you look jaded."
Verify. Master Rowe" sneered the
other. casting a suspicious glance at
me. he seems surely spent, as though
he had ridden from afar. from Worces.
ter field"
But | cared not to disclose myself
so early In the play. and so turned to
them with light laugh.
Softly. softly, Master Rowe" I an.
swered, AL In good time. But whence
take you the maid?"
"She hath ribald tongue, even for
a royalist, and dost this night, with the
help of God, lodge In Newbury JAIL"
ne answered.
Mechanically gave my name In an
swer to their questioning glances, for
was looking at the maid, from the
dainty poise of her head to the modest
show of ankle meath her gown. AL.
ready knew my heart was no longer
my own, and the wistful look she bent
on me searched out my very soul
Awhile | sat in silence. Then
threw myself from my horse and
walked past them, they making reluc-
tant way for me.
Wnat name, child!" | asked.
Margaret Grant. sir" she answered
prettily, dropping me courtesy. Then,
with sudden defiance; 81 believe in
my king"
Say no more, child" interrupted
land care you to go to Newbury?"
Nay" she made answer, drawing a
pace nearer me. Twas entirely I'M
looked for. this act of confidence. and
it set the red blood dancing merrily in
my veins.
Then" quoth l, unsheathing my
sword, with the help Of God you shall
not CO."
In an instant the two had drawn.
Have a care" clustered one Puri-
tan, thou art resisting the lord gen.
eral. Master Rue"
"'Tis no new sensation" answered
lightly. "Twas but yesterday resist
ed him at Worcester field"
The rogue went white to the lips at
my words, and drew back step. But
Master Rowe, made of sterner stuff,
without more ado, faced me-
Twas bout quite handily waged.
Thrice he foiled me, but on the fourth
attempt found him, and his life went
out in spasm of agony.
Twas scarce done when the second
Puritan, who, perchance, had been but
hiding his time, sprang at me. The
maids frightened cry was my warning,
and turned IN time to receive his on.
set. At last he rolled into the road by
the side of his fellow knave.
Twas but the work of a moment to
seize Margaret around the waist and
swing her into the saddle before me.
Something in the touch sent a hot
wave through my body, and scarce
knowing what did, l bent forward in
the saddle and kissed her full on the
lips. Then digging my rowels into my
horse we sprang away, but not before
her dainty hand had left livid, smart
ing imprint on my cheek.
My face flushed crimson over the in
suit had offered her, and | felt her
body tremble in the arm | was forced
to keep about her waist. Anon
thought she was weeping, and my soul
rose up In anger against me.
Fool that was" muttered, gaz-
ing ruefully at the pretty curve of
throat and chin, AYE. fool"
May" she made reply, in a voice
that set my heart beating wildly,
only trifle indiscreet."
Slowly, ever fearfully, frightened
my arm around her waist and gradual
ly drew her head toward my shoulder.
Gently | turned her face, until her
eyes looked into mine, and twas kiss
that sealed our love.