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THE BRETHREN
A Romance of the Crusades
BY H. RIDER HAGGARD.
Continued from last Sunday’s News.
CHAPTER XlV.—Continued.
Now they were come to the open
space in front of the narrow bridge,
where, tier on tier, the multitude were
ranged, kept back from its center by
lines of guards. On the flat roofed
houses also they were crowded thick
as swarming bees, on the circling walls,
and on the battlements that protect
ed the far end of the bridge, and the
houses of the outer city. Before the
bridge, was a low gateway, and upon
its roof sat the Al-je-bal, clad in his
scarlet robe of festival, and by his
side, the moonlight gleaming on her
jewels, Rosamund. In front, draped in
a rich garment, a dagger of gems in
her dark hair, stood the interpreter
or “mouth" Masouda, and behind were
dais and guards.
The brethren rode to the space be
fore the arch and halted, saluting with
their pennoned spears. Then from the
further side approached another pro
cession, which, opening, revealed the
knight Lozelle riding on his great
black horse, and a huge man and a
fierce he seemed in his armour.
“What!" he shouted, glowering at
them. "Am I to fight one against two?
Is this your chivalry?”
“Nay, nay, Sir Traitor,” answered
TVulf. “Nay, nay, betrayer of Chris
tian maids to the power of the heath
en dog: you have fought Godwin, now
it is the turn of Wulf. Kill Wulf and
Godwin remains. Kill Godwin and God
remains. Knave, you look your last
upon the moon.”
Lozell heard, and seemed to go mad
with rage, or fear, or both.
“Lord Sinan,” he shouted in Arabic,
•‘this is murder. Am I, who have done
you so much service, to be murdered
for your pleasure by the lovers of that
woman, whom you should honor with
the name of wife?”
Sinan heard, and started at him with
dull, angry eyes.
“Aye, you may stare,” went on the
maddened Lozelle, “but it is true—they
are her lovers, not her brothers. Would
men take so much pains for a sister’s
sake, think you? Would they swim
into this net of yours for a sister's
sake
Sinan held up his hand for silence.
“Let the lots be cast,” he said,
“for whatever these men are,
this fight must go on, and it shall be
fair.”
So a dai, standing by himself, cast
lots upon the ground, and having read
them, announced Lozelle must run the
first course from the further side of
the bridge. Then one took his bridle
to lead him across. As he passed the
brethren he grinned in their faces and
said:
“At least this is sure, you also look
your last upon the moon. I am aven
ed already. The bait that hooked
me is a meal for yonder pike, and he
will kill you both before her eyes to
sharp his appetite.”
But the brethren answered nothing.
The black horse of Lozelle grew dim
in the distance of the moonlit bridge,
and vanished beneath the farther arch
way that led to the outer city. Then
a herald cried, Masouda translating
his words, which another herald echo
ed from beyond the gulf.
"Thrice will the trumpets blow. At
the third blast of the trumpets the
knights, shall charge and meet in the
center of the bridge. Thenceforward
they may fight as it pleases them,
ahorse, or afoot, with lance, with
sword, or with dagger, but to the van
quished no mercy will be shown. If
he be brought living from the bridge,
living he shall be cast into the gulf.
Hear the decree of the Al-je-bal!”
Then Wulf's horse was led forward
to the entrance of the bridge, and
from the further side was led forward
the horse of Lozelle.
“Good luck, brother,” said Godwin,
as he passed him. “Would that I
rode this course instead of you."
“Your turn may come, brother,” an
swered the grim Wulf, as he set his
lance in rest.
Now from some neighbouring tower
peeled out the first long blast of
trumpets, and dead silence fell on all
C..c .uu’titude. Grooms came forward
to look to girth and bridle and stirrup
strap, but Wulf waved them back.
“I mind my own harness,” he said.
The second blast blew, and he loos
ened the great sword In its scabbard,
the sword that had flamed in his for
bear’s hand upon the turrets of Jeru
salem .
"Your gift,” he cried back to Rosa
mund, and her answer came clear and
sweet: _ r „
“Bear it like your fathers, Wulf.
Bear it as it was last borne in the hall
at Steeple.”
Then there was another silence—a
silence long and deep. Wulf looked
at the white and n’arrow ribbon of
the bridge, looked at the black gulf
on either side, looked at the blue sky
above, in which floated the great globe
of *he golden moon. Then he leant
forward and patted Smoke upon the
neck.
For the third time the trumpets
blew, and from either end of that
bridge, two hundred paces long, the
knights flashed toward each other 'ike
living bolts of steel. The multitude
rose to watch; even Sinan rose. Only
Rosamund sat still, gripping the cush
ions with her hands. Hollow rang the
hoofs of the horses upon the stone
work, swifter and swifter they flew,
lower and lower ben-t the knights upon
their saddles. Now they were near,
and now they met. The spears seem
ed to shiver, the horses to hustle to
gether on the narrow way and over
hang its edge, then on came the black
horse towards the inner city, and’ on
sped Smoke towards the further
gulf.
“They have passed! They have pass
ed!” roared the multitude.
Look! Lozelle approached, reeling In
his saddle, as well he might, for the
helm was torn from his head and blood
poured from his skull where the fance
had grazed It.
“Too high, Wulf; too high," said
Godwin sadly. "But oh! If those lam is
had but held!”
Soldiers caught the horse and turn
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'Another helm!” cried Tyizelle.
“Nay," answered Sinan, "yonder
knight has lost his shield. New lances —
'hat is all.” '
So they g*avc him a fresh lance, and
presently, at the blast of the trumpets,
"gain the horses were seen speeding
together over the narrow way. They
Piet, arid lo! Lozelle. torn from his sad
dle. hut still clinging to the reins,
"us flung backwards, far backwards.
fall on the stonework of ihe bridge.
Down, 100, beneath the mighty sh<”k
went his black horse, a huddled heap,
*n<l lay there struggling.
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Rosamund. But Smoke did not fall;
the stallion gathered itself together—
the moonlight shone so clear that every
watcher saw it —and since stop it could
not, le*apt straight over the fallen black
horse—aye, and over the rider beyond—
and sped on in its stride. Then the
black found its feet again and gallop
ed forward to the further gate, and
Lozelle also found his feet and turned
to run.
“Stand! Stand, cow'ard!” yelled ten
thousand voices, and, hearing them, he
drew his sword and stood.
W,ithin three great strides Wulf
dragged his charger to its haunches,
then wheeled it round.
'Charge him!” shouted the multi
tude; but he remained seated, as
though unwilling to attack a horse
less man. Next, he sprang from his
saddle, and accompanied by the horse
Smoke, which followed him as a dog
follows its master, walked slowly to
wards Lozelle, as he walked casting
away his lance and drawing the great
cross-hilted sword.
Again the silence fell, and through it
rang the cry of Godwin:
“A D'Arcy! A D'Arcy!”
'.D’Arcy! A D’Arcy!” came back
Wulf’s answer from the bridge, and
his voice echoed thin and hollow in
the spaces of the gulf. Yet they re
joiced to hear it. fSr it told them that
he was sound and strong.
Wulf had no shield and Lozelle had
no helm-7-the fight was even. They
crouched opposite each other, the
sword flashed aloft in the moonlight;
from far away came the distant clank
of steel, a soft, continual clamor of
iron on iron, A blow fell on Wulf’s
mail, who had nought wherewith to
guard himself, and he staggered back.
Another blow, another and another,
and back, still back he reeled—back
to the edge of the bridge, back un
til he struck against the horse that
stood behind him, and, resting there
a moment, as it seemed, regained his
balance.
Then there was a change. Look, he
rushed forward, wielding the great
blade in both hands. The stroke lit
upon Lozelie’s shield and seemed to
tear it in two, for in that stillness all
could hear the clang of its upper half
as it fell upon the stones. Beneath
the weight of it he staggered, sank to
his knee, gained his feet again, and
in his turn gave back. Yes, now it
was Lozelle who rocked and reeled.
Aye, by St. Chad! Lozelle who went
down beneath that mighty blow which
missed the head but fell upon his
shoulder, and lay there like a log, till
presently the moonlight shone upon
his mailed hand stretched upward in
a prayer for mercy. From house-top,
terrace and wall, from soaring gates
and battlements, the multitude of the
people of the Assassins gathered on
either side the gulf broke into a roar
that beat up the mountain sides like
a voice of thunder. And the roar
shaped itself to these words:
"Kill him! kill him! kill him!”
Sinan held up his hand, and a sudden
silence fell. Then he, too, screamed in
his thin voice:
“Kill him! He is conquered!"
But the great Wulf only leaned upon
the cross-handle of his brand, and
looked at the fallen foe. Presently, he
seemed to speak with him; then Loz
elle lifted the blade that lay beside
him and gave it to him in token of
surrender. Wulf handled it awhile,
shook it on high in triumph, and
whirled it about his head till it shone
in the moonlight. Next, with a shout
he cast it from him far into the gulf,
where it was seen for a moment, an
arc of gleaming light, and the next
was gone.
Now, taking no more heed of the
conquered knight, Wulf turned and be
gan to walk towards his horse.
Scarcely was his back towards him
when Lozelle was on his feet again, a
dagger in his hand.
“Look behind you!” yelled Godwin;
but the spectators, pleased that the
fight was not yet done, broke into a
roar of cheers. Wulf heard and swung
round. As he faced Lozelle the dag
ger struck him on the breast, and
well must It have been for him that
hig mail was good. To use his sword
he had neither space nor time, but
ere the next stroke could fall his arms
were about Lozelle, and the fight for
life begun.
To and fro they reeled and stagger
ed, whirling round and round, till
r one could tell which of them was
Wulf or which foe. Now they were
on the edge of the abyss, and, in that
last dread strain for mastery, seemed
to stand there still as stone. Then
one man began to bend down. See!
his head hung over. Further and fur
ther he bent, but his arms could not
be loosened.
“They will both go!” cried the mul
titude In their Joy.
Look' A dagger flashed. Once,
twice, thrice it gleamed, and those
wrestlers fell apart, while from deep
down in the gulf came the thud of a
fallen body.
“Which—oh, which?” cried Rosa
mund from her battlement.
“Sir Hugh Lozelle.” answered God
win In a solemn voice.
Then the head of Rosamund fell for
ward or> her breast, and for a while
she seemed to sleep.
Wulf went to his horse, turned it
about on the bridge, and throwing his
arm around its neck, rested for a
space. Then he mounted and walked
slowly towards the inner gate. Push
ing through the guard and officers,
Godwin rode out to meet him.
“Bravely done, brother," he said,
when they came face to face. “Say,
are you hurt?”
"Bruised and shaken—no more,” an
swered Wulf.
“A good beginning truly. Now for
the rest,” said Godwin. Then he
glanced over his shoulder, and added,
"See. they are leading Rosamund
away, but Sinan remains, to speak
with you doubtless, for Masouda beck
'“What shall we do?" asked Wulf.
"Make a plan, bother, for my head
swims.”
Here what he has to.say. Then as
your horse Is not wounded either, ride
for It when I give the signal as Ma
souda bade us. There Is no other way.
Pretend that you are somewhat hurt."
So, Godwin leading, while the mul
titude roared a welcome to the con
neerlnr Wulf. who had borne him
self so bravely for their pleasure, they
mde to the month of the bridge and
halted In the little space before the
archway. There Al-je-bal spoke by
Masouda. .. ... .
"A noble fray” he sstd I did not
think that Franks could fight so well.
Ksr. Hlr Knishl will you feast with
me In mv palace?”
"I thank you. lord answered Wulf,
"hut I must rest while my brother
lends my hurts,” and he pointed to
blood upon his mall. "To-morrow, If
II pleases you "
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Sinan stared at them and stroked
his beard, while they trembled, wait
ing for the word of fate.
It came.
"Good. So be it. To-morrow I wed
the lady Rose of Roses, and you two
—her brothers—shall give her to me.
as is fitting," and he sneered. "Then
also you shall receive the reward of
valour—a great reward, I promise
you.”
While he spoke Godwin, staring up
ward, had noted a little wandering
cloud floating across the moon. Slow,
ly it covered it, and the place grew
dim.
“Now,” he whispered, and bowing to
the Al-je-bal, they pushed their horses
through the open gate where the mob
closed in on them, thus for a little
while holding back the escort from fol
lowing on their heels. They spoke to
Flame and Smoke, and the good horses
plunged onward side by side, sep
arating the crowd as the prows of
boats separate the water. In ten paces
it grew thin, in thirty it was behind
them, for all folk were gathered about
the archway where they could see,
and none beyond. Forward they can
tered, till the broad road turned to the
left, and in that faint light they were
hidden.
“Away!” said Godwin, shaking his
reins.
Forward leapt the horses at speed.
Again Godwin turned, taking that road
which ran round the city wall and
through the gardens, leaving the
guest-castle to the ’eft, whereas their
escort followed that whereby they had
come, which passed through the main
street of the inner town, thinking that
they were ahead of them. Three min
utes more and they were in the lonely
gardens, in which that night no wom
en wandered and no neophytes dream
ed in the pavilions.
“Wulf,” said Godwin, as they swept
forward, skimming the turf like swal
lows, “draw your sword and be ready.
Remember the secret cave may be
guarded, and, if so, we must kill or be
killed.”
Wulf nodded, and next instant two
long blades flashed in the moonlight,
for the little cloud had passed away.
Within a hundred paces of them rose
the tall rock, but between it and the
mound were two mounted guards. They
heard the beating of horses' hoofs, and
wheeling about, stared to see two arm
ed knights sweeping down upon them
like a whirlwind. Thby called to them
to stop, hesitating, then rode forward
a few paces, as though wondering
whether this were not a vision.
In a moment the brethren were on
them. The soldiers lifted their lances,
but ere they could thrust the sword of
Godwin had caught one between neck
and shoulder and sunk to his breast
bone, while the sword of Wulf. used
as a spear, had pierced the other
through and through, so that those
men fell dead by the door of the
mound, never knowing who had slain
them.
The brethren pulled upon their bri
dles and spoke to Flame and Smoke,
halting them within a score of yards.
Then they wheeled round and sprang
from their saddles. One of the dead
guards still held the horses’ reins, and
the other beast stood by snorting. God
win caught it before it stirred, then,
holding all four of them, threw the
key to Wulf and bade him unlock the
door. Soon it was done, although he
staggered at the task: .then he held
the horses, while one by one, Godwin
led them in. and that without trouble,
for the beasts thought that this was
but a cave-hewn stable of a kind to
which they were accustomed.
“What of the dead men?" said Wulf.
“They had best keep us company,”
answered Godwin, and, running out,
he carried in first one and then the
other.
“Swift!” he said, as he threw down
the second corpse. "Shut the door.
I caught sight of horsemen ridtng
dhrough the trees. Nay, they saw
nothing.”
So they locked the massive door and
barred it, and with beating hearts
waited in the dark, expecting every
moment to hear soldiers battering at
its timbers. But no sound came; the
searchers, if such they were, had pass
ed on to seek elsewhere.
Now while Wulf made shift to fasten
up the horses at the mouth of the cave,
Godwin gathered stones as large as
he could lift, and piled them up against
the door, till they knew that it would
take many men an hour or more to
break through. For this door was
baaded with iron and set fast in the
living rock.
CHAPTER XV.
THE FLIGHT TO EMESA.
Then came the weariest time of wait
ing the brethren had ever known, or
were to know', although at first they
did not feel it so long and heavy. Wa
ter trickled from the walls of this cave,
and Wulf, who was parched with
thirst, gathered it in his hands and
drapk till he was satisfied. Then he
let it run upon his head to cool its
aching: and Godwin bathed such of his
brother’s hurts and bruises as could be
come at, for he did not dare to re
move the hauberk, and so gave him
comfort.
When this was done, and he had look
ed to the saddles and trappings of the
horses. Wulf told of all that had pars
ed between him and Lozelle on the
bridge: How at the first onset his
spear had caught in the links of and
torn away the headpiece of his foe, who
if the facing had not burst would have
been hurled to death, while that of Lo
zelle struck his buckler fair and shat
tered on it, residing It from his arm.
How they pushed past each other, and
for a moment the fore hoofs of Smoke
hung over the abyss, so that he thought
he was surely sped: How at the next
course Lozelie’s spear passed beneath
his arm, while his, striking full upon
Sir Hugh's breast, through down the
black horse nnd his rider as thoygh a
thunderbolt had smitten them, and how
Smoke, thHt could not check Its furious
pace, leapt over them, as a horse leaps
a-huntlng: How he would not ride dowq
Lozelle, but dismounted to finish the
fray In knightly fashion, and. being
shieldless, received the full weight of
the great swOrd upon his mall, to that
he staggered back and would have fall
en had ho not struck against the horse.
Then Wulf told of the blows that fol
lowed. and of his last that wounded lo
zelle, shearing through his mail.felling
him ss an os Is felled by lh* butcher
how also, when he sprang forward to
kill him, this mighty and brutal man
had prived for mercy; In the name of
Christ and of their own mother, whom
as a child ha knew In Eases: How be
could not butcher him, being help
less, but turned w**y, saying that lie
left him to be dealt with by Al-ja-bsl,
skirsHi this traitorous dog sprang up
and strova to poniard him. He told
also of 'heir lai fearful struggls, and
I hw, shaken as Its was by the blow
upon bis bu' It, although the point of
i the dagger had not ptened hie mall,
he atyovr with tesrla, man is Men
1 mi at length hie youth, great nature!
strength, and the skill he had In
wrestling learnt in many a village
bout at home, enabled him to prevail,
and. while they hung together on the
perilous edge of the gulf, to free his
right hand, draw his poniard, and make
an end.
“Yet.” added Wulf, “never shall I
forget the look of that man’s eyes as
he fell backward, or the whistling
scream which came from his pierced
throat.”
“At least there is a rogue the less in
the world, although he was a brave
one in his own knavißh fashion,” an
swered Godwin. "Moreover, my
brother.” he added, placing his arm
about Wulf’s neck, “I am glad it fell
to you to fight him, for at the last
grip your might overcame, where I,
who am not so strong, should have
failed. Further, I think you did well
to show mercy, as a good knight should;
that thereby you have gained great
honour, and that, if his spirit can see
through the darkness, our dead uncle
is proud of you now, as I am, my
brother."
"I thank you,” replied Wulf sim
ply; “but in this hour of torment, who
can think of such things as honour
gained or lost?"
Then, lest he should grow stiff, who
was sorely bruised beneath his mall,
they began to walk up and down the
cave from where the horses stood to
where the two dead Assassins lay by
the door, the faint light gleaming upon
their stern, dark features. 11l com
pany they seemed in that silent, lone
ly place.
The time crept on; the moon sank
towards the mountains.
"What if they do not come?” asked
Wulf.
"Let us wait to think of it till
dawq,” answered Godwin.
Again they walked the length of
the c'ave and back.
“How can they come, the door be
ing barred?” asked Wulf.
“How did Masouda come and go?”
answered Godwin. “Oh, question me
no more; it is in the hand of God.”
“Look,” said Wulf, in a whisper.
"Who stand yonder at the end of the
cave—there by the dead men?"
“Their spirits, perchance,’ ''answered
Godwin, drawing his sword and lean
ing forward. Then he looked, and true
enough there stood two figures faintly
outlined in the gloom. They glided to
ward them, and now the level moon
light shone upon their white robes
and gleamed in the gems they wore.
“I cannot see them,” said a voice.;
"Oh. those dead soldiers—wlfat do they*''
portend?”
“At least yonder stand their horses.”
answered another voice.
Now the brethren guessed the truth,
and, like men in a dreatn, stepped for
ward from the shadow of the wall.
“Rosamund!" they said.
“Oh Godwin! oh Wulf!" she cried
in answer. “Oh! Jusu. I thank Thee,
I tlfank Thee—Thee, and this brave
woman!” and casting her arms about
Masouda she kissed her on the face.
Masouda pushed her back, and said,
in a voice that was almost harsh;
"It is not fitting, princess, that your
pure lips should touch the cheek of a
woman of the Assassins.”
But Rosamund would not be re
pulsed.
“It is most fitting,” she sobbed,
“that I should give you thanks who
but for you must also become a woman
of the Assassins', or an inhabitant of
the House of Death.”
Then Masouda kissed her back, and
thrusting her away into the arms of
Wulf, said roughly:
"So, pilgrims Peter and John, your
patron saints have brought you
through so far; and, John, you fight
right well. Nay, do not stop for our
story, if you wish us to live to tel) It.
What! You have the soldiers’ horses
with your own? Well done! I did
not credit you with so much wit. Now,
Sir Wulf, can you walk? Yes; so
much the better; it will save you a
rough ride, for this place Is steep,
though not so steep as one you know
of. Now, set the princess upon Flame,
for no cat is surer footed than that
horse, as you may remember, Peter.
I who know the path will lead it. John,
take you the other two; Peter, do you
follow last of all with Smoke, and,
if they hang back, prick them with
your sword. Come. Flame, be not
afraid, Flame. Where I go, you can
come,” and Masouda thrust her way
through the bushes and over the edge
of the cliff, talking to the snorting
horse and patting its neck.
A minute more, and they were
scrambling down a mountain ridge so
steep that it seemed as though they
must fall and be dashed to pieces at
the bottom. Yet. they fell not, for.
made as it had been to meet such hours
of need, this road was safer than it
appeared with ridges cut in the rock
at the worst places.
Down they went, and down, till at
length, panting, but safe, they stood
at the bottom of the darksome gulf
wnere only the starlight shone, for
here the rays of the low moon could
not reach.
"Mount,” said Masouda. “Princess,
stay you on Flame; he Is the surest
and the swiftest. Sir Wulf. keep yout
own horse Smoke; your brother and 1
will ride those of the soldiers. Though
not very swift, doubtless they are good
beasts and accustomed to such roads."
Then she leaped to the saddle as a
woman born In the desert can, and
pushed her horse In front.
For a mile or more Masouda led
them along the rocky bottom of the
gulf, where because of the stones they
could only travel at a foot pace, till
they came to a deep cleft on the left
hand, up which they began to ride.
By now the moon was quite behind
the mountains, and such faint light
as came from the stars began to be
obscured with drifting clouds. Still,
they stumbled on till they reached a
little glade where water ran and grass
grew.
"Halt.” said Masouda. “Here we
must wait till dawn, for In this dark
ness the horses cannot keep their foot
ing on the stones. Moreover, all about
us lie precipices, over one of which
we might fall.”
Continued in Next Sunday’s News.
—The principal of the school was
talking with him about his boy. “By
the way, Mr. Wlpedunks," he eald: “I
have made a discovery about Jerry.
He’s ambldexlrou* ” 'T don’t see how
that ran be.” replied Mr. Wlpedunks,
with rising Indignation. “He haln't
never been exposed to It Besides, he
was vaccinated last year, we bathe him
reg’Ur every week, and his mother al
ways makes him wear a little bag of
aaseflddlly lied around his ns>k Rome
of the other boys has been lyin' on
him.”-—Chicago Tribune.
■ ♦
--“And whet were the provUnon# of
your uncle’s will?” “Thai I should
have all he left after the payment of
bis just debts ” “Ah! very good of
ihe old nuMi, wasn’t M? W'lmi did
he halve?” “Juet debts." - c’bhsgo
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THE CHRISTIAN FAMILY FAMOUS IN MANX HISTORY
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Christian is a name which occurs in
( Domesday book and other ancient rec
ords. Its derivation is obvious. Names
of similar origin are Chrlstern, Chris
ten, Christman, Christmans, Chrlster,
Christe, Christie, Christy, Chrystie,
Christey, Christerson, Christison, Chris
topher. Chrlstoffers, Christopherson
and Christiancy. Chrestlen is the form
in Normandy and was borne by many
Huguenots. McChristen is another
form.
Christian is a very common name in
some parts of Scotland. Sir 'Walter
Scott tells a story of a woman who
in the bitterness of her disappointment
at not receiving assistance of some
sort, exclaimed, "Are there no Chris
tians here?" and was answered, "We
be a' Elliots and Armstrongs." In
"Pevertl of the Peak,” Edward Chris
tian plays an important part.
The name has been a common one
in the Isle of Man for many centuries.
One of the family was a member of
the House of Keys as early as 1422.
In the seventeenth century, Ewan
Christian was deemster or Judge of
the Isle. His son William is famous
Calendar Parties
for Holiday Nights
, Sttn t week tests the Ingenuity of
F’ AottUSI who wishes to suggest in
W WtWn the festive spirit of the
season. If she desires to signalize the
approach of the New Year, a pretty
and novel conceit for entertaining
guests who care for neither card-play
ing nor dancing, is the calendar p’arty.
The character of the function Is not
announced directly, but Interest, is
piqued by the wording of the invita
tions, which are decidedly informal:
“On evening we will have as
our guests twelve eminent women.
May we ask you to be present and as
sist in making their call interesting
and pleasant?”
The feature of the evening is a
guessing contest furnished by the fol
lowing Jingles which form a book
let:
“Twelve daughters these of anclsnt
race.
Rich and gifted and fair of face.
Their graces by poets ofttimes sung,
Their virtues known to every tongue,
So come ye witty and come yo wise,—
Guess these maids and win the prize.”
1.
"A neat little housewife on cookery
bent.
She bakes, brews and mixes, with life
well content.”
2.
-''With dreamy eyes, and arms all blos
som laden,
’Mid fields of softest green, she comes,
a gentle maiden.”
3.
“A daughter of Ceres, tall and fair,
She scatters golden blessings every
where.”
4.
“She’s a wilful girlie with wind-toss
ed hair,
Who brings for the housewife a weight
of care.”
5.
“Eldest of all. the one most dear,
She bears a message of royal cheer.”
6.
“ ‘I love the rose,’ she criers, 'and 10,
I scatter its fragrance where’er I go!’ ”
7.
“She greets you with frown and she
greets you with smiles.
Beware, oh, beware of this coquette's
wiles."
8.
“A crown of leaves, bright golden and
red.
She twines in the curls of her nu
brown head.”
9.
“When they’re mating and cooing,
the bluebird and dove,
Comes our maiden of two with her
token of love.”
10.
"A woman of melting, lang'rous
glance,
Who holds her subjects in sultry
trance.”
11.
“Sizz! Boom! Bang! Hello!
You don’t like my style, I know,
Yet prize the gift I bring, ho! ho!”
12.
“A fair little, dear little winsome maid
Of good resolutions—alas—how they
fade!"
The answer# are the names of the
months in the following order;
1— November.
2
3 September.
I—March.
6—December.
6 -June.
7 April.
V —October.
9 February.
10— August.
11— July.
12— Janusry.
The prises should be In keeping with
the contest. For the women, a desk
or wall calendar or a dainty engage,
ment book or a diary, and for the men
a perpetual calendar or a date or
memorandum book. The consolation
prise may be one of the old-fashioned
minute glasses by which our forebears
Hill'd the boiling of their eggs
Ahould the hostess decide to carry
the calendar idea Into her decorations,
she will find that the four seasons af
ford many opportunities.
Wler the guests are ushered In
from the frosty air the halt should
suggest spring. Utatety palms for the
nonce are banished, and in their stsad
are fardinieias Plied with feathery
ferns Twining tbs balustrades sod
swaying from doorway* and hail teas
are 'ratlins vines, house-ivy, Mouthern
•mil** and ths hothouse amlia*. ff
Power* ate destined, a bououet f mar
guerttas or • ult Heeled daisies, with
By ELEANOR LEXINGTON.
in Manx history under the name of ll
liam Ohone—"brown-haired William.”
He and his brother John were desig
nated “the ablest and honestest gentle
men In the island.’’ But William fell
on evil times. Left in charge of the
troops and protector of the celebrated
Charlotte de la Tremville, wife of Earl
Derby, when the Earl went to England
to join the royalist army, William was
accused of treason and beheaded. His
memory is kepi alive by the ballad
entitled “Basse Illlam Ohone"—“death
of Brown-haired William.” The ballad
dweils upon the retribution that befell
the family of those who were responsi
ble for his death.
It must not be forgotten that In the
romance of De Troyes Chrestlen, born
in France, is found the first Instance
of the alliance of the Holy Grail and
the Round Table legend, so popular in
the middle ages, and to these ro
mances Tennyson was Indebted for the
Arthurian cycle. Another writer and
poet of the name was Florent Chres
tlen, tutor to Henry of Navarre.
Founders of the Christian family in
this country were William, Isldor and
James Christian, brothers who settled
in Virginia. The family was large and
influential In colonial times and inter
married with the families of Presidents
Tyler and Jefferson and the patriot
Patrick Henry. Emily Chrlstlon. a
Virginia beile and beauty, was the
the toast of two generations. Famed
for her wit as well as beauty was Mar
tha Philadelphia Frances Christian,
who married De Jeffrey ralrner.
As well as fair women, the family
has its share of brave men. In war,
many were conspicuous for hrawry,
gallantry and devotion to duty. Gen.
William Christian, friend of Washing
ton. comma uded a regiment during
the Revolution. In an expedition
against the Indians, he was taken
prisoner and put to death by torture.
Rivers Christian was captain of cav
alry In the war of 1812.
A surname closely allied to Chris
tian is Christmas, or Chrismas, us it
Is sometimes spelled. In Franco, Noel
is not an uncommon surname, while
in England, Mr. Yule, also Mr. Yulee
flourishes. Easter, Dawn, Noon and
Morrow are similar names derived
from seasons and times. In Cam
bodia, at the present time, a child is
often named from the day on which
It is born, or the circumstances under
which it Is 'born, as "Nlghtborn.”
Genealogical lore regarding the
Christmas family is meagre, in the
reign of James I of England, Gerard
Christmas, an Ingenious and versatile
artist, was "carver to the navy,’ 'as he
was designated. He designed Aider
shot and carved the cquestrlun figure
of James I which adorns it. Henry
their memories of spring tvjlg, ■jST? be
employed.
The parlor should breathe of sum
mer In roses and carnations, while win
ter reigns in the library or sitting
room In decorations of evergreens, hol
ly and mistletoe.
Fall can be most effectively suggest
ed in the dining room. The sideboard,
buffet, pictures and chandelier should
be draped with pressed or artificial au
tumn leaves, but the piece de resistance
must be the sideboard. For this a
huge pumpkin forms the centerpiece,
flanked by sprays of wheat and other
small grains. Before this rises a
mound of rosy-cheeked apples, purple
grapes and glossy nuts. If flowers are
desired in this room, suspend from the
chandelier above the table, a horn of
plenty filled with autumn flowers, such
as asters or chrysanthemums.
If the party be given in a city home,
the hostess will have no difficulty In
securing the articles named In these
directions. All florists and many lurge
millinery establishments carry the ar
tificial leaves which they will sell or
rent at a moderate figure. The sheaves
or sprays of grain ean likewise be ob
tained from the florist.
If, on the other hand, the hostess
lives in a small town where shops are
less promising, on a pledge of secrecy,
she may press the treasures which her
relatives and friends garnered during
the fall months, bouquets of grain and
pressed leaves. For the horn of plenty,
brilliant geraniums may toe substi
tuted for the more costly chrysanthe
mums, but the color scheme of the
dining room must be warm and glow,
ing.
A word on the preparation of the
booklet for the contest. If the hostess
writes a clear, legible hand she will
find that at odd moments she can soon
make a sufficient number of copies. If,
however, she prefers to have them
typewritten, she can have this done
reasonably by the use of carbon copies
on the mimeograph, at offices where
work of this sort is done In large
quantities.
Two verses should be written on
each page, then the whole suitably
bound, the introductory Jingle, of
course, holding the first page. Any
cover design may be used. If the
hostess be clever with pen or brush,
she can sketch clever designs. If this
task is beyond her ability or the
amount of time at her command, the
following is a simple and rapid solu
tion of the problem:
Select for the cover of the booklets,
brlstol board of a clear, Ivory white,
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Christian
Christmas was a famous numismatist.
Hate In life he changed his name to
Noel—Fean), the latter being his
mother's name.
The Christian arms reproduced are
asure, a demi-mascle, between three
covered cups, or crest, a unicorn's
head, erased, argent, armed and
gorged with a collar invecked or
motto, Salus Per Christum. These
arms are singularly appropriate to the
name. A muscle is the mesh of a net
which In Holy Writ is the hierogly
phic for persuasion, whereby men are
induced to virtue and godly living,
and so may seem, after some sort, to
be caught. The covered cups refer
to the chalice used in the Communion
service. The unicorn is the symbol of
virtue, strength and extreme courage.
The Christmas arms reproduced are
gules, on a fesse raguly argent, three
martlet's sable, a canton ermine
crest, an arm emboned, habited or,
covered with leaves vert, supporting a
staff couped and raguly argent. Arms
of the Christie family display a holly
branch, withered and sprouting anew.
and cut Into pieces the exact size ot
the booklet pages. Then make a paste
board stencil of your monogram,—
that is draw a large and distinct mono
gram, so to speak, in the air. Lay the
stencil in the center of the cover for
the booklet and with a small brush,
dipped In gold paint, carefully fill In
the monogram stencil. Be careful to
have the gold paint reasonably thick
so that It will not run beneath the
stencil, and when you raise the latter
you will find on the brlstol board
cover your monogram In gold. A bow
of yellow ribbon can tie the cover and
loose pages together, furnishing a
dainty little souvenir of the evening.
Another plan is to buy Inexpensive
New Year’s cards and tie the booklet
under these. Whichever plan is adopt
ed, tho hostess can rest assured that
every guest will prize the dainty re
minder of the evening, and carry It
home as a trophy of the social season.
VKST I’OCK KT DINXRRB.
Why the fapsnle Meals Will Hardly
Achieve I'oualnrlty.
From the Housekeeper.
It Is said that a German student of
food concentration has succeeded so
well with his experiments that a ln
gle small capsule now suffices for a
full meal, and that ten seconds Is the
average time he spends at either his
breakfast, luncheon or dinner. The pre
diction is freely made that within a
few years we shall all be subsisting up
on capsules, there will be no more cook
ing In our households and the servant
problem will be solved most beautiful
ly. Of course, under these conditions,
there would be no more public dinners
r banquets of state, our caterers would
be thrown out of employment, and the
gerat hotels would become simply dor
mitories. We would buy our meals at
the drug stores and carry them In our
pockets. The sign "Quick Lunch"
would disappear from our streets, for
we could all be walking restaurants.
Whatever the possibility of such a
condition from a scientific standpoint,
there is not the slightest danger of its
realization within the lifetime of the
present generation. Most of us, to be
frank, are too fond of eating and drink
ing to be content with capsule repasts,
however convenient as time-savers. The
element of sociability, too, must be
taken into consideration. The gather
ing of a family about the table three
times a day adds Immeasurably to hu
man enjoyment. It Is the place of all
places where good cheer should prevail.
There are sufficient Influences at work
for the destruction of home life In these
busy days without adding one more.
We fear the food capsule will be a
long time achieving the popularity at
present enjoyed by beefsteak and po
tatoes.
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