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About The Montgomery monitor. (Mt. Vernon, Montgomery County, Ga.) 1886-current | View Entire Issue (July 5, 1906)
spurred cock add new-hatchnl chicken! Xhy fighting days may Boon Ik- over.” "Hadst asked me In the name of charity I would have given freely!" cried Alleyne. “Ah It stands, not one farthing shall you have with my free Vlll, and when I t< ■ my brother, the Borman of Minsteud, h- will raiite hue and cry from vlll to vlll, from hundred to hundred, until you are taken as a common robber and a scourge to the country." The outlaw Bank his club. "The Borman's brother!" he gasped. "Now, by the keys of Peter! I had rather that hand withered and tongue was palsied ere 1 had struck or miscalled you. If you are the Socman's brother you are one of the right side, I war rant, for all your clerkly dress." "His brother 1 am,” replied Alleyne "Hut even If I were not, is that reason why you should molest me on the kind’s ground?" "J give not the pip of an apple for king or for noble," cried the serf passionately. "11l have I had from them, and ill I shall repay them. Ia in j a good friend to my friends, and, by I tht Virgin, an evil foeman to my foes.” "And therefore the worst of foeman to thyself." said Alleyne. “Hut I pray you. since you seem to know- him, to 1 point out to me the shortest path to ir.y brother's house.” He was following the track, his mis givings Increasing with every step v hleh took him nearer to that home which he had never seen, when of a sudden the trees began to thin and the sward to spread out Into a broad green lew, where five cows lay In the sun shine and droves of black swine wan dered unchecked. A brown forest stream swirled down the centre of this clearing, with n rude bridge flung across It, and on the other Hid ; was a second field sloping up to a long, low hlng wooden house, with thatched roof tnul open squares for windows. Al leyne gazed across at It with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes—for this, h' knew, must be the home of his fathers. Alleyne was roused, however, from . hit pleasant revery by the sound of voices, and two people emerged from the forest some little way to his right and moved across the ibid In the di rection of the bridge. The one wns a man with yellow flowing beard and very long hair of the same tint droop ing over lilh shoulders. Hy his side walked a woman, tall arid slight and dark, with lithe graceful figure and clear-cut, composed features. Her Jet Y ■#- ' - .I,,—'—. 1....- ■ IMMI— III -.-.Maw "IT YOU LEAVE ME NOW, SHAME FOREVER ETON YOUR MANHOOD. black lmlr was gathered hack under a i lit;ht pink < olf, her Head poised proudly I upon her neck, and her step long and | s| ringy, like that of some wild tireless woodland creature. Alleyne stood in the shadow of an oak staring at her with parted lips, for this woman seemed to him to he the most beauti ful and graceful creature that mind could conceive of. Such had he imag ined the angels, but here there was something human, which sent a tingle and thrill through his nerves such as no dream of radiant and stainless spirit had ever yet been able to conjure up. The two walked swiftly across the meadow to the narrow bridge, he in fit nt and she a pace or tw o behind. There they pa used, and stood for a few minutes face to face, talking earnestly Alleyne had read and heard of love and of lovers. Such were these, doubtless thlt<i golden-bearded man and the fair damsel w ith the cold proud face. Why else should they wander together In the woods, or be so lost In talk by rustic streams' And yet as he watched, uncertain whether to advance from the cover or to choose some other path to the house, he soon came to doubt the truth of his con jecture The man stood, tall and square, blocking the entrance to the bridge, and throwing out bis hands as hi spoke in a w ild, eager fashion, while the deep tones of his stormy voice rose at times into accents of menace and of anger. She stood fear lessly In front of him. but twice she threw a swift questioning glance over her shoulder, as of one who is in j search of aid So moved was the young clerk by these mute appeals, that he came forth from the trees and crossed the meadow, uncertain what to do. and yet loath to hold back from one who might need his aid Si' intent were they upon eath other that neither tis'k note of Ills approach; until, when he was close upon them, the man threw ! hts arm roughly round the damsel’s j waist and drew her toward him. she attaining her lithe supple figure away and striking fiercely at him. The tnidd. however, had hut little chance against her assailant, who, laughing loudly caught her wrist in one hand while he drew her toward him with the other. "The best rose has ever the longest thorns.” said he. “Quiet, little one, or you may do yourself a hurt’ Must pay Saxon toll on Saxon land, my proud Maude, for all your airs and graces.” "You boor'” she hissed. "You base, underbred clod' Is this your care and your hospitality -1 would rather wed a branded serf from my father's fields. Is-ave go. I say—Ah. good youth. Heaven bus sent you. Make him loose me' By the honor of your mother. 1 pray you to stand by me and to make this knave loose me. "Ptand by you I will, and that blithely.” said Alleyne. "Surely, sir. you should take shame to hold the damsel against her will ” The man turned a face upon him which was lion-ilke in its strength and t In Its wrath. With his tangle of j golden hair, hls fierce blue eyes, and his large, well-marked features, he was the most comely man whom Al leyne had ever seen; and yet there was something so sinister and so fell In hls expression that child or beast might well have shrunk from him. His brows were drawn, his cheek flush'd, and there was a mad sparkle In his eyes which spoke of a wild, untamable nature. "Young fool!” he cried, holding the woman still to his side, though every line of her shrinking figure spoke her abhorrence. "I rede you to go on your way, lest worse le-fall you. This little wench has come with me, and with me she shall hide." "Liar!" cried the woman; and, stoop ing her head, she suddenly bit fiercely Into the broad brown hand which held her. He whipped it back with an oath, while she tore herself free and slipped behind Alleyne, cowering up against him. "Stand off my land!" the man said fiercely, heedless of the blood which trickled freely from hiH fingers. "What have you to do here? Hy your dress you should be one of those cursed clerks who overrun the land like vile rats, poking and prying Into other j men's concerns, too caitiff to fight and too lazy to work." "Is this your land, then?” gasped Alleyne. “Would you dispute It, dog? Would you wish by trick or quibble to Juggle me out of these last acres? Know, base-born knave, that you have dared this day to stand In the path of one whose race have been the advisers of kings and the leaders of hosts, ere ever this vile crew of Norman robbers came Into the land, or such half-blood bounds ns you were let loose to preach that the thief should have hls booty and the honest man should sin If he strove to win hack his own.” "You are the Socman of Minsteud!” "That I am; and the son of Edrlc the Socman, of the pure blood of God ftey the thane, by the only daughter of the house of Alurlc, whose fore fathers held the white-horse banner at the fatal fight where our shield was broken and our sword shivered. My folk held this land from Bramshaw Wood to the Rtngwood road. Begone, 1 say, and meddle not with my affair!" "If you leave me now," whispered the woman, “shame forever upon your manhood!” "Surely, sir,” said Alleyne, speaking In as persuasive and soothing away ns he could, “If your birth Is gentle. | there is the more reason that your I manners should he gentle too. I am | well persuaded that you did but Jest with this lady, and that you will now permit her to leave your land either alone or with tne as a guide, if she should need one, through the wood. As to birth, it does not become me to boast, and there is sooth In what you say as to the unworthiness of clerks, but it is none the less true that 1 am as well born as you." "1 >"g!” cried the furious Socman, "there is no man in the south who can say as much.” "Yet 'can 1.” said Alleyne, smiling; ■ for Indeed 1 also am the son of KdriC the Socman, of the pure blood of God frey the thane, by the only daughter of Aluric of Hroekenhurst. Surely, dear brother.” he continued, holding out his hand, "you have a warmer greeting than this for me. There are hut two boughs left upon this old Saxon trunk.” His elder brother dashed his hand aside with an oath, while an expression of malignant hatred passed over his passion-drawn features. "You are the young out* of Beaulieu, then?” said he. "i might have known It by the sleek face and slavish manner, too monk ridden and craven in spirit to answer back a rough word. Thy father, shaveling, with all his faults, had a man's heart, and there were few who could look him in the eyes on the day of hts anger. But you! Look there, rat. on yonder field where the cows grace, and on that other beyond, and on the orehard hard by the church. Do you know that all these were ! squeezed out of your dying father by gnedy priests, to pay for your ttp -1 bringing in the cloisters! 1, the Soc j man. am shorn of my lands that you may snivel Latin and eat bread for | ! which you never yet did a hand's turn. Knave, my dogs shall lie set upon v u: but meanwhile, stand out of mv path, and stop me at your peril!" j As he spoke he rushed forward, and. throwing the lad to one side, caught I the woman's wrist. Alleyne, however, as active as a young deer-hound, sprang to her aid and seised her by the other arm. raising his iron-shod staff as he did so. •‘You may say what you will to tne.” he said between his clenched teeth "it may be no better than T deserve; but. brother or no. T swear by mv hopes of salvation that 1 "ill break your arm if you do not leave hold of the maid.” There was a ring in his voice and a dash in his eyes which promised that the blow would follow quick at the j heels of tho word. For a moment the i Mood of the long line of hot-headed thanes was too strong for tho soft whisperings of the doctrine of meek ness and mercy. He was conscious of a fierce wild thrill through his nerve* and a throb of mad gladness at his heart, as his real human self hurst for an instant the bonds of custom and of tt aching which had held it so long The Socman sprang back, looking to hft and to right for some stick or stone which might serve him for weapon; but finding none, he turned j and ran at the top of bis speed for the I I house, blowing the while upon a shrill whistle. "Come!” gasped the woman. "Fly, friend, ere he come back." They ran together to the cove- of the i woods. As they gained the edge of th>- brushwood, Alleyne, looking back, saw : his brother come running out of lh‘- j | house again, with the sun gleaming j ' upon his hair and his beard. lie h'-ld I something which flashed In his ri ht * hand, and he stopped to unloose the black hound. •'This way!” the woman whispered. In a low eager voice. "Through the bushes to that forked ash. I>o not heed me; I can run as fast as you, I trow. Now into the stream —right in. over ankles, to throw the dog off. As she spoke, she sprang herself Into the shallow stream and ran swiftly up the centre of it, with the brown water bubbling over her feet, and her hand outstretched to ward off the clinging branches of bramble or sapling Al -1« yne followed close at her heels, with his mind in a whirl at this black wel come and sudden shifting of all his plans and hopes. Yet, grave as Were hie thoughts, they would still turn to wonder as he looked at the twinkling feet of his guide and saw her lithe figure bend this way and that, dipping under boughs, springing over stones, with a lightness and ease which made it no small task for him to keep up with her. At last, when he was al most out of breath, she suddenly threw herself down upon a messy bank, between two holly-hushes, and looked ruefully at her own dripping feet and bedraggled skirt. Alleyne. still standing in the stream, glanced down at the graceful plnk and-white figure, the curve of raven black hair, arid the proud, sensitive face, which looked up frankly and confi dently at his own. "Why did you riot kill him?” "Kill him? My brother?” "And why not?”—with a quick gleam of her white teeth. “He would have killed you. I know him. and I read it In his eyes. Had I had your staff T would have tried —aye, and done It, too." She shook her clenched white hand as she spoke, and her lips tight fried ominously. "I am already sad in heart for what I have done,” said he, sitting down on the hank, and sinking his face into his hands. “God help m<-! all that is worst in me seemed to come upper most. Another instant, and I had i smitten him: , the son of my own mother, the man whom I have longed to take to my heart. Alas! that I should still be so weak.” "Weak!” she exclaimed, raising her black eyebrows. "I do not think that even my father himself, who is a hard judge of manhood, would call you that. But it is, as you may think, sir, a very pleasant thing for me to hear that you are grieved at what you have done, and I can but rede that we should go back together, and you should make your peace with the Socman by hand ing back your prisoner. It is a sad thing that so small a thing as a woman should come between two who are of one blood.” Simple Alleyne opened his eyes at this little spurt of feminine bitterness. “Nay. lady.” said he, "that were worst of all. What man would be so caitiff and thrall as to fall you at your need? 1 have turned my brother against me. and now, alas! I appear to have given you offence also with my clumsy tongue. But. Indeed, lady, 1 am torn both ways, and can scarce grasp in my mind what it is that has befallen." “Nor can 1 marvel at that." said she. with a little tinkling laugh. “You came in as the knight does in the jongleur's romances, between dragon and damsel, with small time for the asking of questions. Come," she went cd, springing to her feet, and smooth ing down her rumpled frock. "let us walk through the shaw together, and wt may come upon Bertrand with the horses. If poor Troubadour had not cast a shoe, we should not have had this trouble. Nay. I must have your arm. “You have no wish, then, to hear ray story?" said she at last. "Nay," said he eagerly, “I would fain I he ar it.” "You have a right to know it. if you have lost a brother's favor through tt. This man has been a suitor for my hand, less as I think for my own sweet sake than because he hath ambition, and had it on his mind that he might [improve his fortunes bv dipping into my father's strong-box—though the Virgin knows that he would have found little enough therein. "But. to be brief over the matter, my father would have none of his woo ing. nor in sooth would I. On that he swore a vow against us. and as he is known to be a perilous man. with many outlaws and others at his hack, my father forbade that I should hawk or hunt in any part of the wood to the north of Christchurch road. As it chanced, however, this morning my little falcon was loosed at a strong winged heron, and page Bertrand and ' T rode on. with no thoughts >ut for the sport, until we found ourselves in Win stead woods. Small harm then, but that my horse Troubadour trod with a tender foot upon a sharp stick, rear ing and throwing me to the ground. ; Then aw ay ran Troubadour, for belike I I spurred him in falling, and Bertrand , i«>de after him as hard as hoofs could j leear him When T rose there was the i Socman himself hv my side, with the news that I was on his land, but with so many courteous words besides, and j I such gallant bearing, that he prevailed j upon me to come to his house for j iriSPSCOOP! Don’t take scoop coffee when you want Arbuckles’ ARIOSA Coffee, which is sold only in sealed packages and never loose out of a “ scoop.” A grocer may recommend a loose cof fee at so much a pound. He is all right. Jle means well. If he handled the coffee himself, from the tree to you, you might well trust him implicitly. But he does not! He may know something about coffee. He may think he does, but let that pass. He buys it loose ! From whom? You don’t know —if you did it would not mean anything. He trusts the man he buys it from—maybe a salesman, maybe a w holesaler, maybe a little local roaster. It does not matter. VYhat do they know about coffee? More than the grocer? Perhaps. Where do they get their coffee ? Where does it come from ? Whose hands touched it last ? Where had they been ? '1 hey can’t tell Java from Brazilian by the looks after it is roasted, and it takes a man, expert by years of practical ex perience, to select sound, sweet green coffee of high cup merit ; and another man with the knowledge and experience shelter, there to wait until the page’s \ return. By the grace of the Virgin and the help of my patron St. Magda h ii, 1 stopped short ere I reached his door, though, as you saw, he strove to hale me up to it.” "But your father?” “Not one word shall I tell him. You do not know him; but I can tell you he is not a man to disobey as I have disobeyed him. He would avenge me, it is true, but it is not to him that I shall look for vengeance. Some day, perchance, in joust or in tourney, some knight may wish to wear my colors, and then I shall tell him that if he does indeed crave my favor there is wrong unredressed, and the wronger the Socman of Minstead. So my knight shall find a venture such as bold knights love, and my debt shall be paid, and my father none the wiser, and one rogue the less in the world.” Then down the glade there came a little green-elad page with laughing eyes, and long curls floating behind him. He sat perched on a high bay horse, and held on to the bridle of a spirited black palfrey, the hides of both glistening from a long run. “I have sought you everywhere, dear Lady Maude,” said he, in a piping voice, springing down from his horse and holding the stirrup. "Troubadour galloped as far as Holmhill ere I could catch him. I trust that you have had no hurt or scath?" He shot a questioning glance at Alleyne as he spoke. “No, Bertrand,” said she, ‘‘thanks to this courteous stranger. And now, sir,” she continued, springing into her saddle, “it is not tit that I should leave you without a word more. You have acted this day as becomes a true knight. King Arthur and all his Table could not have done more. It may be that, as some small return, my father or his kin may have power to advance your interest. He is not rich, but he is honored and hath great friends. Tell me what is your purpose, and see if he may not aid it.” “Alas, lady! I have now no purpose. I have but two friends in the world, and they have gone to Christchurch, where it is likely I shall join them.” “And where in Christchurch ?” “At the castle which is held by the i brave knight. Sir Nigel Boring, con- j stable to the Earl of Salisbury.” To his surprise she burst out a laughing, and spurring her palfrey, dashed off down the glade, with her page riding behind her. Not one word did she say, but as she vanished amid the trees she half turned in her saddle anti waved a last greeting. Long time he stood, half hoping that she might again come back to him; but the thud of the hoofs had died away, and there was no sound in all the woods but the gentle rustle and dropping of the leaves. At last he turned away and made his way back to the highroad— another person from the light-hearted boy who had left it a short three hours before. (To be Continued S’ext Week.) Svnopsi9 of PrecedinglChapters. Th'' swnef ot the story are laid in the 14th century. Hordle John, a lay-brother of the Cistercian Mo nastery . Abbey of Rcnulieu.floe? from th* monastery after bettip found guilty of certain serious oharires* brought against him by & number of the monks. The same day. another of the lay-brethren of the monastery. Alleyne Edric^m. takes his departure in accordance with a provision of his father’s will, designating that he should, when he became twenty j years old. go forth for one year to choose for him self his future calling. In sadness he wanders from the monastery to visit bi« brother, the Socman of Minstead. whose reputation is amo-t unsavory one. B At nightfall Allevre seeks shelter in a road-side inn B where he meets flordle John. He is very much in- N forested In a visitor to the inn, Samkin Ay Iward. an {9 English archer just back from the French wars. B Hordle John fretting into a controversy with Ayl- B ward engages in a wrestling bout with the bowman. B Hordle John offering to join the White Company in B which Aylward is enlisted, if he does notthrow-'the B latter. Tne other in turn wagers a feather b* d. After B a couple of unsuccessful trials. Aylward succeeds bv ■ a trick in throwing the ►riant Hordle John, who is | thus bound to join the White Company. I The Story of Mary. Charles R. Barnes, in the New York World. 1. Mary had a little lamb: One day it got the croup: : She sold it to a packing house— It's now canned ox-tail soup. 2. I Mary had to have a pet: She bought a cunning cow. j Which died of splitting headaches soon: It's country sausage now. 3. Mary wept and wept and wept. And then a piggie got: j The piggie died of tummv ache— It's boned ham. like as not. 4. ■ Mary saw the packer*: make A fortune from her pets. I But she could hardly clear enough On them to pay her debts. ! Mary bought an ailing sheep— She know it was a sin— And when It died she promptly called An undertaker in. « ! This precious pair embalmed the sheep And sold it all for rash. ! The folks who bought it of them said " What lovely corned-heetf hash!" 1 The undertaker and the girl Decided then to hitch: i Thev organized a packing house, j And. gee. but they art rich! to proportion and blend for uniform re sults in the cup. First they must have the supply to preserve uniform quality. Arbuckles buy more coffee than any four other concerns in the world com bined, and their coffee is the most uni form. Then the roasting. ‘‘The Brazilian Ambassador tells me that coffee-roasting is an art,” was the court testimony of a world famous chem ist. Where are artists more likely to find employment—manipulating a little roast er or in the Arbuckle mills, where the yearly roast amounts to the hundred million pounds? . Don’t take scoop coffee, but buy a : package of Arbuckles’ ARIOSA. Take it home and keep the bean intact until ready to use. We hermetically seal each > bean after roasting with a coating of fresh eggs and granulated sugar to close the pores and preserve the flavor. A lit tle warming makes it easy to grind and develops the flavor. Coffee deteriorates if exposed to the air—it also collects , dust and absorbs impurities. That is . why you should “BEWARE OF THE . SCOOP.” , If your grocer will not sell you the - genuine Arbuckles’ ARIOSA Coffee it > will be greatly to your advantage to buy Will Manufacture Own Pennies. Uncle Sam will make his own pen nies in future. The treasury has taken over the business from private concerns, which for many years manu factured these small coins for the government, and intends for all time to come to turn them out with its own machinery. The treasury has always stamped its own pennies with the design of the Indian’s head and the wreath on the reverse enclosing the words “One cent"; but the coins, lacking only this finishing touch, have been made for many years in Waterbury, Conn., whence they were shipped in the shape of “blanks” (otherwise known as “planchets”) in strong wooden boxes. They used to cost the government, in this form, only twenty-four cents a pound, whereas to-day, owing to the rise in the price of copper, they can not be manufactured, even when homemade, for less than twenty-nine cents. A pound of blanks represent 146 pennies. 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