The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1913-01-09

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your name Is on the entrance list,
replied the herald, keeping tight
grip Of the horses bride. cts against
the rules. Hi! Get OF the grass, you
there! C round and pay your shill-
ing at tie entrance II you want to see
the tourney"
But Burnett broke short the col
| lCquy by suddenly squirting the gray
again and galloping toward the en-.
trance. where he perceived bevy of
knights upon their steeds awaiting
their turn at the jousting. The Mas
ter-Of-Arms, seeing him approach.
came squirting out toward him.
Your Lame, Sir Knight?" he de-
manded. Are you an entrant In this
tourney, aid come to do battle for
some lady?"
mo, I'm a stranger" answered Bur-
nett briskly. "ButsI guess from the
little I've seen that there won't be
much OF a battle when l get busy"
The Master-At-Arms frowned an
grily. Nobody who isn't entered can
joust, unless some lady HIS nominal
ed him." he answered
The Master-At-Arms carried an ug-
Unlocking face, and there seemed a
certain flnality in his words. Sudden
ly Burnett, casting his eyes upward.
perceived. looking at him, not twenty
yards away-Emmeline Ware!
The shock almost unnerved him.
He had been thrown much into her
society since his arrival two months
before, and had reason to believe that
she was not wholly Indifferent to him.
And now, looking at her, he perceived
that she had overheard, and distinctly
saw her lips frame the word YES"
I'm nominated by Miss Ware-Miss
Emmeline Ware. She's my nominator
i mean my lady" stammered Bur-
nett; and then somehow the strange
ness Of the scene caught the magma
ton Of all and the spectators rose and
shouted and the Queen of Beauty
smiled-and q moment later Burnett
was cantering down on his side of the
barrier againit knight whose he'll
met was encircled with ducal straw
berry leaves. And two moments la
ter he duke was galloping past clutch
ing his horses name, his shivered
lance on the ground, while Burnett
found himself the victor.
Again a knight rode out at him, and
the sullen gr-y Numbered past; and
this time the knight was changing up
on the sandel ground like an over
turned turtle, while Burnett rode past
and saluted Miss Emmeline and saw
her smile on him. Again-again; he
felt sure OF himself. knew that he
could not be overthrow. And 1t was
remarkably like riding on the creased
rail at Cony, but not so hard.
Now the champion was billed to
meet him-the Duke Of Clydesdale, a
wiry, athletic man mounted on a mag
nif1cent Norman. He was a splendid
figure as he rode down the lists, and
the excitement reached Its zenith
They stood up. women and men, and
shouted and clapped their hands
Burnett thrust, but struck only air,
and, Keeling in his saddle, he galloped
by. At the end Of the lists the CON-
batants turned and drew together
again. The lances smote true. Each
shivered into dozen fragments.
Burnett caught at the bride and saved
himself by the gray's hard-bitted
mouth. But when he turned amid the
tumultuous acclamations of ell he
saw the duke limping out of the saw
dust
The Master-At-Arms was heard
above the tumult.
"UnIoll your standard, Sir knight,
that the Queen Of Beauty may &C.
claim you victor and crown you with
the wreath" he cried. And Burnett.
looking up, saw Emmeline Wares
eyes fixed on his and her parted lips,
her face, wherein intense emotion
strove with dignity And he knew
that If he unrolled his standard he
must never see her again.
His scheme had failed, but from that
failure something Of more worth than
success was to spring.
He bent his head, raised his right
arm In salutation-and holding the
precious standard tightly rolled in his
stirrup bucket he galloped off the field
Behind him he heard shouts. Men
came running toward him, pulled at
his bride, but he shook them off,
Through a nightmare Of yells and
cries he made his slow way till he
reached the gates, passed through,
threaded the mazes of the Earl's Court
Road, and at last entered the open
gates of the factory. which he sue
ceeded In closing fast just as the fore
most OF his pursuers came up.
Gee, that was a close shave!" he
muttered breathlessly. as he pulled
Off his helmet and gasped at the fresh
air. Then from his stirrup bucket he
took the standard and unrolled it. He
lit a match and as the flames ate their
way through the silken tissues his
breath came freely and his heart
pulsed quickly with Joy. For on the
flag were the words:
USE POPOFFS LINOLF UMS
The best-laid advertising schemn
60 wrong sometimes.
(Copyright 1912 by w. G. Chapmanl