Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1914-08-11

| MS 1eeI- Fifty TO ten on the Crimson
Rose" he cried. This time, however,
there We're no takers. He called again,
but none heard him; the last tits were
too absorbing.
Where had John Valiant learned
that trick Of tee loose wrist and in
flexible thrust, but at the fencing club?
Where that subccnscious management
of the rein, that nice gage of speed
and distance, but on the polo field?
The old sports stood him now in good
! stead. why, he has a seat like a
centaurl" exclaimed the judge-praise
indeed in a community where riding
was passion and horsefesh a fetish!
oh, dear!" mourned Nancy Chal
mers. I've bet six pairs of gloves on
| Quint Carter. Never mind; If it has to
be anybody else, I'd rather it were
Mr.. Valiant. It's about time Damory
| Court got something after Rir-Van-
| Winkling it for thirty years. Besides,
he's giving US the dance, and / love
| him for that! Quint still has a chance,
though. If he takes the next two, and
Mr. Valiant misses"
Katharine looked at her with a lit
| tie smile. He won't miss" she said.
She had seen that look on his face
| before and read it Alright John Va
liant had striven in many contests, not
only of skill but of strength and dar-
| ing, before crowded grand stands But
never in all his life had he so desired
to pluck the prize His grip was tense
on the lance as the yellow doublet
and olive plume of Castlewood shot
away for last time-and failed An
instant later the Knight of the Grim
son Rose flashed down the lists with
| the last ring on his pike.
And the tourney was won.
In the shouting and hand-clapping
| Valiant took the rose from his hat
band and bound it with a shred of his
sash to his lance-point. AS he rode
slowly toward the massed stand, the
whole field was so still that he could
hear the hoofs of the file of knights
behind him. The people were on their
feet.
The mounted herald blew his blast.
by the Majesties of ST. Michael and
St. George" he proclaimed, Il declare
the Knight of the Crimson Rose the
victor of this our tourney, and do
charge him now to choose his Queen
of Beauty, that all may do her hon.
agei"
Shirley saw the horse coming down
the line, it's rider bareheaded now,
and her heart began to race wildly.
Beyond wanting him to take part, she
had not thought She looked about
her. suddenly dismayed. People were
smiling at her and clapping their
hands. From the other end of the
stand she saw Nancy Chalmers throw
ing her a kiss, and beside her a tall
pale girl in champagne-color staring
through a jeweled lorgnette.
She was conscious all at once that
the flanneled rider was very close
that his pike-point. with its
big red blossom. was stretching up to
her
With the rose in her hand she curt
sled to him, while the blurred throng
cheered itself hoarse, and the band
struck up You Great Big Beautiful
DOLL" with extraordinary rapture, to
the tune of which the noise finally sub
sided to a battery of hilarious con-
gratulations which left her flushed and
little breathless. Nancy Chalmers
and Betty Page had burst upon her
like petticoated whirlwinds and pres
emily, when the crowd had lessened,
the judge came to introduce his visi-
tor
Mr.. Fargo and his daughter are our
guests at GLADDEN. Hail." he told her
They are Ole friends of Valiant's, by
the way; they knew him in New
York"
"Katharines lighting her incense
now, | guess observed Silas Fargo.
See therel" He pointed across the
stand, where STOOD a willowy tan fig
ure, one hand reckoning to the con-
course below, where Valiant stood, the
center of a shifting group, round which
the white bulldog, mad with recovered
liberty, tore in eccentric circles.
AS they looked, she called softly,
John john"
Shirley saw him start and face
about, then come quickly toward her,
amazement and welcome in his eyes.
AS Shirley turned away little later
with the major, that whispering voice
seemed to sound in her ears---"John!
joint" There smote her suddenly the
thought that when he had chosen her
his Queen CT Beauty, he had not seen
the other-had not known she was
there.
A few moments before the day had
been golden; she went home through
a landscape that somehow seemed to
have lost its brightest glow.