The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-08-31
THE MIRACLE OF THE MOLE
 (By Annette MaIling)
PARTI.

AMI H. k Sat the Baron in his spIerfdor, in t1a castle banquet hall, With his squires and Knights and henchmen feasting heavily withal; And the shouts and song and laugh ter Of the merrymaking horde Were as splendid as the paunches that were pressed against the board While the Barons chosen minstrel harped and sang tuneful tale. The iordly feasters filled their. throats with foaming draughts of ale. F All was jollity uproarious; for, had not the Baron said% Tonight he should decide just whom his daughter fair should wed, She, the slim, pu1sating. maiden, blest of fate. adored of man, And pursued by hosts of suitors-the Is delicious Lady Anne? q
 PART II. z Now you guys" the Baron thunder. ed, casting loose his bulging belt, Stop the eIlurning of your jaws and let your arguments be felt:
 ye varlets there. some wine! Speak! and he who fa1ters, by my beard, I'll cleave him to the, chine!,
 Then Sir Roderick the Dauntless and Sir Eizenstein the Jew. Sir Tommy Rot, Sir Bighead Bung, my Lord Clanmasher. too; Sir Floathis Teeth, he who could swig the Baron's ale by tuns, Squire Maverick, the fattest of line of twenty sons Each staggered to his knightly feet, the tafters fell awry, So mighty was the chorused below: q, Lord Boran. I!'' eS He'll" cried the; Baron, slayely, toss inc off 0oiehfx- draupht You can't all wed her, gentlemen! odds fishi you'll drive me daft. A withered crone now hobbled up: A boon, my lord.' she cried, Thou canst not choose a son-in Jaw. so let the gods decide. Thy daughter-sl1e my foster-child-, upon one sacred spot Of her fair frame there is a mole; let her deny it not!
 A legend of your race says he who' can most nearly tell Just where this love-spot lies, for him must ring the marriage bell!" "Hot stuff!'' the happy father howled, and swore a ripping oath, Tt shall be as thou say'st, old girl; VOW it by me troth!"
 PART III o, then the faces of the knights were piteous for to sec Sweet Lady Anne hung down her head and blushed deliciouslee- Sir Tommy Rot: T cannot guess--I ,. swear it by my sword! Where is't, think'st thou?" Quoth Lord Clannasher' "Give it up, begawd!"
 Sir Edzenstein the Jew, with waving horizontal palm.
 Cried "Shiminy Ghristopher!'' and fled the castel in alarm; Sir Floathis Teeth tried once to speak and fell down in a. fit, Sir Roderick the Brave wept forth, T guess I'm out of it'' "And is it thus,'' the Baron roared.A ''ye quit me, scurvy knaves2 ''I'H have a son-in-law tonight, O. hamstring forty slaves!' The eyes of Lady Anne gushed forth a stream of pearly tears CTwas tough to be deprived OF hera ecstatic hopes and fears)- t.,nl But now stepped forth, with simple grace, a strapping peasant hino., 5. A lowly suitor, true, but stlll qultep handsome, for his kind. xs ''The Heav'ns have told me- good Lord Baron," modest1y quoth he, r9 "The moIelet lieth. just above the lady's lily knee. as ''Tis true!" shrieked Dady Anne. and tainted gracefully away; ss tTap twenty barrels!" yelled my lordp she's won a bride this day!" And all the luckless knights slunk off, abashed and very blue, Each signing softly to himself, II wonder how he knew