The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1911-01-17

anu 40 1atter can be sOo1 seen, 10
no had so fair a hand is DoIoth'
Vernon the love of Manners
no 81 DurU00d Tor three hours aite'
the sun is up with my s"ofd aiaTI
there's my hand upon y,
WodensIey." And ne WrullS the soa,
knight's hand until the blood Seeil'
81 Startine from beneath the nallS.
Sir Geoffrev Geron laughed at tht
o,tbneiasm of the young men ane
sid. "Bv all the saints. sir knlSItS
vou may as we'll quarrel with edci
nther about the love Of some hrlshI
particular star, as the Wlid "lzdlN -
Warwick says. as to quarrel over hoi
othy Vernon Ho, there, nlhstLeia
while we drink to this beauteous Ias>
sino some OF your kindly love songs
wonderously mirthful, yet melancholy
Here's a cup OF Rhenish and a golo
Harry in the bottom of 1T Tor the
minstrel who pleases me best. ms
minstrels laid their hands upon theii
harps and there was a sound or Struiii-
ming strings like the sound or swarm,
| ing bees before a thunderstorm !,
sing We Cannie Johnny Armstrong,
called out a northern harper he
was hanged for cattle stealing re.
nlied the knight; I'll none OF him.
One after another the MINISTRIES
nroposed their songs, but the knights
would have none Of them until at las
| Sir Ralph Savendish cried out: Min
| strels. the invention OF sweet songs Is
| dead among YOU. Have you nothing
for the honor of the sacred calllns
Of verse and the beauty OF Doroth!
Vernon? Here YOU continued ne
signing to the Youngest OF the min
strel band-"you, fellow. with the
green mantle and the long golden
| HART Come touch your harp, III
| wager my gold-hilted sword gains
that peasants feather you wear In
your cap hat hou hast a new ano
| gallant strain, for I have observed thee
| more than once to scan the form o.
! the fair Dorothy Vernon with a bal
lad makers eye. Sing, man. sing
The young minstrel, who had been
sitting with his face half concealed
in his mantle and who had seemed
unable to keep his eyes off of the
beautiful daughter Of Sir George YER
non, bowed low in acknowledgement
of this request, or command, n as
he did so his face became s%uffused
with a blush. And the face and neck
of Dorothy Vernon flushed also
doubtless because OF the sympathy
she felt for the young mans embar-
rassment. Then the minstrel struck
the strings Of his harp and lifted up
his voice in song. A finer lnstru-
ment. q truer hand or a more sweet
and manly voice had never united to
lend grace to rhyme under the stately
roof of HaddOn The tumult or the
feast was hushed as he sang and al
the feast was fushed as he sang and
all eyes were ever seeking the face
of Dorothy leaning there III the gal
Try above. He sang:
Last night a proud pag came to me:
Sir knight he said. II greet you
free:
The moor is up at midnight hour,
All mute and lonely is the bower.
To rouse the deer my lord has gone,
And his fair daughters all alone"
And there We're other verses. too. all
about the love Of a knight for a
maiden who was kept from him by
fate--or her father. Loud applause
greeted the close Of the song and
drain a cup to the health Of the lass,
be she high or be she low, who had
inspired the strain. The minstrel
seated himself and the interrupted
mirth began again.
When the young minstrel had be-
gun to sing Sir George Vernon had
fixed upon him a doubtful and IN
curing look which settled with close
and frowning scrutiny. The large and
searching eyes of the knight. from
which nothing could escape, became
fixed upon the singer with a look
which brought a Hush Of a%pprehen-
sion to the cheek of the watchful
Dorothy. The brow Of the knight.
which had become clouded down
through the second stanza and he
came as dark as December before the
1hlrd was finished. When the song
was ended Sir George arose and
neckoned Sir Ralph Cavendish into
the recess Of a window.
SSH knight said h lord Of Had
ION. you are sworn friend Of John
MANNERS. and Well thou knowest what
ms presumption dares at and what
are the lets between him and me
ponder your own motto we'll 80 -
friend take heed to it. There was q
me IN the song Of that young min