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Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-05-30
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The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-01-25
Week After Week

And well had Gwendolen remembered
his teachings Many wandering
knight had entered the portals of the
castle to be seen no more of men
until Arthur came.
Then, though Gwendolen sank from
princess to a slave, she still held the
King enthralled. Heroic plans were
drowned in pleasure; he thought not of
the round table and it's knights; he
thought not of his beautiful wife.
He loved better to snatch n rose
from the bosom of Gwendolen than to
wrest from Saxon knight his heather
crest
Better he loved, after one of their
hunting expeditions, to wreathe in her
dark brown tresses the plumage of the
heron which her hawk had struck down
than to give to flow above holy affairs
the banners of a conquered foe.
Thus, day by day and week by week.
his inglorious life glided away
But such thraldoms cannot last for
ever, and, finally Gwendolen saw with
fear that the day of Arthurs awaken
ing was approaching.
Feverishly she devised new means OF
keeping her captive in his chains-all
in vain. Arthur became more and more
restless Vain art, vain hope,
The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-01-25
The Queen Appears

But to all his inquiries they only an
swred with laughter. They threw over
his shoulders a robe of silk and about
him chains of flowers, by which they
led him to the lower md of the nail anu
then through long passages until rea 'e-
ing a hall more spacious than the one he
had first entered, the eldest maiden OF
the train raised her hand and command
ed, "Sience! The Queen'
If we may believe the lays of the I'D
rjnstrels, the attributes of the good
old times" live now only in legend.
strength and valor were wondrous then
and beauty was such as, in these days,
is dreamed of only by the poet and the
lover.
Yet even in the romantic days of KING
Arthur never were such charms seen as
engaged the monareh'5 eye when, at
tended by a glittering train of maidens
ana RACES, the castles Queen advanced
IL meet her unbidden guest.
AS she slowly passed up the nall she
cast her dark eye upon the King with
an expression which caused him almost TO
charge color as her Glance rested long
pIon him.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-01-25
Without Sign of Life

The v.,lley opened obliqu ely on his traeN
aud. as lie shielded his eyns from the 'efei
rays Ct Ire sun with his Inad}d hand, he
saw leicw him narrow ~ teblns IN ne
hills through which d turbalent bfoocN
made its way.
hni III the midst of tie valleY-Which
already lay dark in the evening-he sa"
a ra,Iy elninence upon tire top Of WHICH
was rttchcd a huge and ancient casii'-
oar5 and grim and torbidding.
1t seemed like a fortress built by so'he
wizard of old or by some primeval giant
Tie drawbridge was raised-the portculiis
down.
But beside the bridge was stationed ho
cnard. upon the battlements no Waroers
kent their rounds; from the don1on-Keep
noated no banner All seemed silent ana
deserted.
. The King rode down the pathway 10
the dell and thrice circed around the
castle-crowned hill, searching Tor soiie
sign of life. Then, dismounting ana leaV-
ing his steed to Craze upon the ValieS
grass, he mounted a steep ascent Wh'cn
he saw leading to the top OF the nlouilu
and stood before the silent castle.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-01-25
Rapinninp His Test

By this he sprang up and, reaching
the top of the eminence, saw before him
the long wished for and long sought
castle.
There was an outer gate and over 1t
was inscribed a warning to all who
should seek to pass the barriers, view
1t over and turn it again. 1t ended.
But Roland pressed boldly on and the
gates were opened for him by unseen
hands. Then he heard them clang be-
hind him.
He entered the castle itself and in the
hall where Arthur had been met by the
band. of maidens he saw six Amazons
from Dahomey-three on either side
who held by silken leashes tigers who
ramped and paved the air, while the
black Amazons, welding assagais in
their free hands, warned him back.
He caught down a banner from the
walls and as the first two tigers sprang
at him he Glove the skull of one of
them with his sword and, engaging the
other in the folds of the banner, gave
him-as soon as his sword arm was free
his quietus.
The assagais Were not thrown; the
other Amazons remained passive and
seemed to hold their tigers well in hand
by their silken leashes.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-01-25
A Woman ScOrned

The morning sun was just peeping
above the mountains and sending its
rays in shining shafts down into the
narrow valley of st. John, when Arthur,
clad again in armor and mounted upon
his steed, rode forth from the fatal
castle.
He looked back at the grim towers,
Just beginning to be touched with light,
and then forward along his way. And
there, standing beyond the outermost
verge of the castle, he saw, standing
alone, Gwendolen!
She was attired like huntress and
an eagles plumage decked her hair
Her look was firm and her bearing
high In her hand she held golden
cup.
You CO." she said as the King refined
In his steed. and we shall never more
meet. Yet let us part like lovers and
like friends. Pledge me in this cup"
The courteous King bent down and
took the cup from her hands. But, as
he raised it toward his lips, few drops
of the liquid it contained spilled over
and fell upon his horses neck
The steed fairly screamed with agony
and albright, bounded in the air and
then bolted forward. The goblet fell
from the Kings hands and scattered a
burning rain over the grass
The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-01-25
Welcomed by Maidens

Twice did he place the ivory tip OIL
his bugle TO his lips and twice remover
1t before - finally blew a blast-so muoh
was he overawed by the silence and
gloom of the place.
When at last his bugle awoke the
eel oes of tie valley It was answered
promptly by the lowering of the draw
b. ldge, the raising of the portcullls ana
the flying open of the castle gates.
Yet not "a soul did the monarch see
until, passing under the gloomy portal
arch, he entered a spacious hall, Wheh
a scene met his gaze which filled nm
with amazement.
BY the lights of cressets which were
fastened along the walls, hinglns OUT
their yellow light, he saw a band OF
beautiful maidens-a hundred strong they
seemed-who advanced mirthfully to the
stranger and gave him welcome many
times over; while some of them pusilV
engaged themselves unbuckhns MS
armor and relieving him OF MS sword
spear and helmet.
When the bewildered King had recoN-
geo somewhat from his surprise he Gag
erly questioned the fair band as to whose
was the castle and what such strange
reception meant.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-01-25
All He Would Promise

At the end of three summer months
Arthur, in an embarrassed manner,
spoke of his duties as a monarch; said
that he had stayed already too long and
that cares, unknown to humber men,
must tear him away.
She replied with a bitter smile at
first. Then she pressed her hand against
her silken vest and tears fell from her
lovely eyes. The King understood the
look and sign.
Nay, lady" said he, 'if, as the dear
pledge of mutual love, a boy shall claim
my care, that boy is born the heir of
my kingdom.
IF a daughter-then my knights, the
bravest knights alive, shall fight a
whole summer day in the lists-and he
that bears himself most bravely in the
combat shall have the hand of that
maiden with the dowry of a prin-
cess"
Gwendolen deigned him no reply and
withdrew from the hail. while Arthur
gave orders for his departure at day
break ON the morrow
The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-01-25
Into Her Hands

With proud and discontented look
cyneth replied; MY lege, take back
your boon, thus hampered and limited.
I will return to the wilds from whence
| came and know that Royal Arthur
does not keep his vows"
The monarch frowned and said: 'I give
what l must not withhold. But il one
Unnecessary life is lost in this tourney
Gyneth can no more count upon a father S
lcve.'
Proudly she turned and took her seat,
the ivory warder in her hand. The her
al0s made proclamation and the tourney
began.
For the first time in. his life did Brit
aims Zero turn aside from the mortal
strife. He could not bear to look upon
the pride of Gyneth as she sat with the
truncheon upifted. the arbitress of NOR
tai fate.
In those ranks opposed, he knew
stood the best and noblest of his young
knights, and the shrill trumpet sound
which gave the signal for the charge fell
for the first time, upon his ear like a
funeral knell.
But to Gyneth the Shr1ll clamor anu
the thunder of the steeds as they coursed
over the ground, the clang of the armor
al the sound of the shivering spears,
the clash of mail seemed as stirring to
her as when the hawk hears the cry OF
the partridge.
That blood was hers which stirs at the
trumpet's summons. She had. been
trained to believe that she had wrongs
t. right-so blar1e~her net.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-01-25
Shown by the Lightning

But at length, one night as he
crouched in his cave watching feree
thunderstorm which had broken over
the valley, he suddenly saw the storm
clouds riven-saw a castle standing as
Arthur had seen 1t; and heard trum-
pets call-loud and clear, from the
walls.
Fierce as the storm was, he rushed
forth and sought the mystic mound
But as the clouds rolled away he saw
again only the tumbled rocks upon the
eminence.
He stopped and blew his horn in
high note of defiance. From that mass
of rock he heard an answering bugle
note. But no castle did he see, and, an
gered, he took his curtle-ax and hurled
1t at the rocks
He hurled so high, so strong, that he
detached a piece of rock which came
tumbling down into the valley and dis
closed to him narrow stair which led
to the top of the mound.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-01-25
Strange Stories Told

Strange stories were told concerning g
the ancestry of Observation-Disclosures
which the Cumbrian peasants whispered
in their squalid huts half fearfully at
night in winter, when they heard the
wolves howl on the hills.
Some said her father had been a
necromancer of more than earthly
powe". others that he had been sur
Tivor Of some ancient race, older even
than the Britons, and had brought up
his daughter to hate the race which
now, in spite of the depredations of
many strangers from over the sea, had.
since the withdrawal of the Romans.
kept the larger part of the island under
their sway
Perhaps his race was that of some
old Roman family stranded there in
that obscure valley when the wings
of the imperial eagles We're furled in
Britain and the legions took the route
for Rome. Who knows?
At any rate to keep aloof from the
Britons and to hate the race of Arthur
had been the gospel which the old wiz
ard-or the old Roman-had instilled
into his daughter, the last of his line,
before he died.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-01-25
Back to Duty

1t was all even that accomplished
horseman, King Arthur, could do to re-
SaiE control of his terrified steed. And
when, at length, he ha1 the animal I'M
der control they were far up out of the
valley.
There the breathless steed and rider
paused and Arthur turned to look back
down the valley of st. John. He saw
nausht of Gwendolen, ana through the
morning mist, which had now hoated
down the valley, he saw-as he de-
clared afterwards rugged tumble of
rugged rocks upon the eimnence where.
before, had stood the lordly castle which
he lad left.
AIusing upon the strange adventure
which had befallen him, the King rode
back to Fair Castle
The nation had it's monarch again and
the cares which cumber royal sway
Lattle and statecraft wore the memory
of the past away.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-01-25
Deem Into the Earth

Swiftly did the Baron traverse that
hall of fear and come into a chamber
where vast wealth was piled-ingots
of gold, piles of rubies, emeralds and
diamonds.
Three beautiful maidens offered him
the wealth there accumulated, saying
that IL he pursued his quest no futher
this should all be his.
But against the temptations of
wealth, as he had against the tempta-
tions of fear Sir Roland was proof.
Hastily he put the proffered wealth
aside and passed on.
He came then to a fair garden where
many beautiful women with songs and
sighs tried to stay his footsteps. He
might stay forever unharmed in those
bowers of beauty did ne go no further
But, pressing the hand of one-steal-
ing. mayhap, kiss from another-he
hurried on.
Then he came to a way which de-
scended, it seemed, into the bowels of
the earth. Yet on he went until his
pathway was environed by many dark
and dismal pitfalls.
All that he had, so far. overcome
seemed little to him in this dungeon of
fear. Wary of foot and quick of eye
had he to be- But Roland of Triermain
was both by nature
The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-01-25
Her Hand Withheld

In the lists the pride and courtesy
of the tourney were gone. Shields were
cleft and helmets riven. The pennons
streamed with gore 1t was all a fight
at random now-blows dealt unheed-
ing where they fell.
To the ear of the monrach the shrill
clamoring of the trumpets now seemed
like the wailing scream of wild sea-
birds, which, over the engulfing stream
of some wild whirlpool, sound the fate
of drowning men.
Already lay gasping the ground 90
knights of fame of the Round Table,
young knights, King Arthur's chivalry,
in all their prime. And still the strife
continued.
The King tore away from his head
and beard those locks which were al
ready Fastening to gray. but found not
in his honor to stop the strife.
Even Gyneth felt now some dismay
and would have dropped the warder,
but that she fancied the ghost of her
mother stood beside her chair and for
bade her.
Then went down in death those brave
knights Brunor. Taulas, Mador, Helias
the White, Lionel and Richemont. Dina
dam was down and Feriand Of the
Brown Forest lay gasping in his blood
The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-01-25
The Magic Castle

In the lone valley of st. John he, as
Arthur had done 500 years before, forgo.
all public duties and sought only the smile
of q mysterious woman.
De Vaux had found the valley, had seen
the mound in it's center on which now
was, apparently, merely a jumbled mass
of ragged rocks. It looked like castle
blasted and turned into its original ma
terial; hurled aimlessly and chaotically
together.
He found no way of ascending to that
Steep But night after night, and day
after day he kept vigil in the valley, and
thought of Lyulphs tale.
Sometimes he imagined, when the moon
light shone through the mists, that he
could descry a castle there. But with The
dawning light he saw only the naked pile
of tumbled rocks.
He made his refuge in aNcave on an op-
posing hill and much he prayed and much
he tasted. Only of the water of the brook
did he drink and at last he ate only such
berries and herbs as he could gather In
the valley.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-01-25
The Curse Lifted

But the essay must be tried. Gently he
knoeled and took the hand which held
the ivory warder. That baton slipped
from the grasp which had held it ever
slrce the great Arthur had intrusted it
to that frail clasp. He raised the hand
to his lips and kissed it,
At once there came an awful crash.
accompanied by the rolling of thunder and
the flash of lightning. The castle seemed
lent asunder and tower and keep top
ping upon each others.
DE Vaux grasped Gyreth in his arms
AMI knew no more until the next evening
when some of his followers who had
tracked him found him lying senseless
beneath the mound in the valley of St
John, with an unconscious maiden in his
arms.
And around the brow of De Vaux was
wound the laurel wreath which the
maiden had held who had offered him
fame in one of the halls of the castle
porilous.
Needless to say, Roland returned with
his hard-won bride 20 the stately halls
of Triermain and the pair became the
progenitors of many a noble family.
OF course, there were people who doubt
ed Roland's story of the seeking of his
bride. But there always are skeptical
People. Some people would even doubt
Lyulph's tale of King Arthur,
Next weeks one-page classic will be
Cato" by Joseph Addison.
Copyright, 1913 by Irving King)
The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-01-25
Da,lv;np in Gwendolen's Bowers

sage who had espied that look
would have whispered. King, beware.
But suddenly turning, all courtesy
and stateliness, she gave the King well
come to her halls and asked that he
would pardon the idle mirth of her
maidens who had given him such a
strange welcome; they We're lowly
maidens of the country and knew not
the reverence due to rank.
She announced herself as the Lady
Gwendolen. Her mother and father
were dead and she lived alone in her
hereditary castle with such attendants
as she could procure from the sur
rounding country.
She seemed to half-suspect the iden-
tity of her guest and few well chosen
questions confirmed her suspicious.
She led the King to great hall
where "a sumptuous feast was prepared
and, while Ministries sang and beakers
clashed. she sat next to him and he
The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-01-25
A CT A S SIC
IN A P A c. E
Copyright. 1913. by Irving King,
rights reserved i

Copyright. 1918 By Irving King. All
rights reseryed.l
Ssne Bridal of Triermain" is the ''dain-
pest''-f a chivarie stJsv which rings OF
adventure ard fight can oe called dainty
# all the metrical romances Of Sir Wal.
kof.
1t was the first Elven to the public
hy Scott anonymously as an imitation of
his own work. And the reviews, while
apparently not suspectiag the authorship,
announced that new 5coly has arise,
When the critics found out the joke
that Sir Walter had played upon them
they fell afoul of the production. But,
having burned their bridges behind them
in the first place, they We're pcwerless to
inlure the production.
. is for Scott, a r7,her uneven
rocm. but contains maay of lis dnest
aEd mcst quoted stances. There is little
or no art in its construction, and ih2
olo table OF the sleeping beauty Is, Of
course, worked in at the en1. But sue h
a Sleeping beauty-such sounl cf truln-
pets ard such n stirring clang Of armori
It is wholly charming, ana u lovers or
Sir Waiter is a poem whi2n they 'ead
over and over again-as they do The
Lady of the Lake" though the latter
poem is, of course, superior 10 the
"IsridaI'
The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-01-25
A Moments Hesitation

Then upward ran the road and at last
he came to where he saw. through mar
row easements, the first CLEANS of the
dawning day Narrow panes We're they,
let into the walls of a long passage and
painted with ancient legends of the Ro-
man and beyond the Roman time.
Think not that the knights heart was
weak, If, for a moment, he seated him.
self upon an old oaken bench and won-
dered at his own temerity-as well as
wondering what was yet before him.
However, retreat there was none-had
he thought of retreat. And who shall say
that, for a second, the thought of it did
not occur to him.
AT the end of the gallery was a great
door, and toward that door Roland walked
warily, opened it gently as if doughtful
of what was on the other side, and saw
a spacious chamber.
But he found nothing there to disturb
him-only three damsels,. two of whom Of
fered him royal crown and royal robe
and promised him rule and sovereignty
if he would abandon his quest
The third damsel, hanging over a harp.
struck "a few chords and offered him a
crown of laurels, promising him fame and
the praise of poets
The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-01-25
A Kingdom Without It's King

A KINGDOM was searching anxious
y ly for its vanished King and could ID
Il \ not find him. Great affairs OF
state needed his superintendenee; and
his glorious sword and his direction were
needed in war to repel foreign nvasie
ard Domestic sedition.
Eut tho great King-sasc in council ana
IL vino bic in battle-seemtd TO have fiir =
ishco fro,l the face of the earth. ANA
this Is how it happened.
King Arthur had kept the feast ot pan
tecost in great state at Carlisle, ah1
now. weary of pomp, was iodrnc|lns back
toward Camelot riding as al "erf"ht
knight"-alone and unatt M I'd.
lie was a young King then, ana au-
venture was more plea9'ag 10 him thaA
affairs Of state.
But no adventure dll he meet, tofEd
ne distrcs sed maidens to rescGe ana
reeress-no giants TO Kill or heathtn
krishts to s1ay until, just as the sun was
sinking one day he was riding through
the Nl'ds Of Cumberland, he came to the
valley of st. John.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-01-25
Vanished in a Night

In that tumultuous night flashed
through with the lurid lightnings and
the wild sweeping of winds, people said
afterward that they had seen the
form of Merlin rise from the earth. AT
any rate. fame spoke Vance of the race
OF Merlin--his son.
And there were not wanting those
who said, afterward. that they had
heard. through the din of the sudden
tempest the voice of Merlin chiding
Gyneth for her pride and her heartless-
nes and condemning her to weird
Imprisonment in the castle of the val
ley of st. John.
Plenty there were who saw her sink
back in the chair and saw the fair hand
which held the ivory truncheon droop
until it scarce retained that symbol of
power.
Perhaps she tainted. However, when
the sudden storm was over the tour
ney had been stopped-and Gyneth had
disappeared.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-01-25
American Energy

See nature in a summer that knows
no decay of frost, work at her central
laboratory and bring out forms that daze
the traveller from the north and make our
northern forests a sterile desert by COM
parison, says the National Magazine.
Ceiba trees, royal palms. arbol de fuego
(fre trees) flowers brilliant and bizarre
and every kind of blue and notified splen-
dor in the ternal springtime of the tropics.
Butterflies eight inches from wing tip to
wing tip. Grasshoppers as big as SPAR
rows, hawks, buzzards, kites and the con-
dor undazzled and sharing his empire
with the sun and the air. Coiled In tho
grass the deadly serpent crouched In
the forest the fierce lama and jaguar.
This is a lost world fermenting. A steam
ing pot of primordial creation, gnarled
and roasted and bent and twisted; a
fecund garden wasted since the founda-
rion of the world.
Hither comes the jaunty, undismayed,
regardless American, incompatible mind
of adaptability. and amid reeking sham
ples and death houses, in the midst of
desparing fever and despoiling plague,
10, he builds him palaces, cools them
with snow as of the arctic, ceanses ma
ture's stables of Augea, swats fever,
tramples plague, defies lightning, earth
quakes, volcanoes and devouring tides and
builds his Panama canal In canal zone
more hcalthful than any city of his ma
tive land.
Here the tender and delicate American
woman adapts herself to climatic condi-
tons in few years better than the
Spanish senoras did in 400. Three thou
sand American women, 1900 American
children and 60oo American men meet here
and fraternize and Build homes and bring
up families as if 1t happened in Massa-
chusetts or Iowa. Society here seems
clean and fine, mixed with the sordid only
so far as the sordid is in everything hu-
man.