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A horse! A horse! Ah, give rilutted days Where poisoned leisure lies, And point the path of tears and wrath Which ive h and bold to try The hazard of the chance, With strength to wait, but fixed as fate To plan and dare and do, The peer of all, and only thrall, Sweet lady mine, to you!

It may have been that the sentiment went for more than the music, or it e, but old Daether and cried out in shrill applause

"Weathercote has indeed had an apt pupil!" she said "I pray you that you will sing again"

"Nay, dear da that you will recite a romance, you who know them all For all the years that I have listened I have never yet come to the end of them, and I dare swear that there are reat books which they showed me at Guildford Castle I would fain hear 'Doon of Mayence,' or 'The Song of Roland,' or 'Sir Isu poe as the interest grew, until with darting hands and glowing face she poured forth the verses which told of the eh sacredness of love and the bondage of honor Nigel, with set, still features and brooding eyes, drank in the fiery words, until at last they died upon the old woel stooped over her and kissed her brow "Your words will ever be as a star uponover the small table and the chessaht

But a sudden and rude interruption broke in upon their gentle contest A dog pricked its ears and barked The others ran growling to the door And then there came a sharp clash of arms, a dull heavy blow as from a club or sword-pommel, and a deep voice fro's na to their feet, their table overturned and their chessht his crossbow, but the Lady Errasped his arm