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THE OMAHA DAILY BEE UNDAY, JULY 6, 1902 s F S0 A Z arbara of Ollerton. By MAX PEMBERTON, RO SO0 00U OSSO (Copyright, 1901, by Max Pemberton.) CHAPTER IX. 080 that save themselves and fly, halves, at least, I' th' victory —~Butler Huditras came to the Tower to seek counsel of such as were steadfast in that evil hour, | fortune seemed already to have declared for Wyatt and his fellows. Successful beyond their desires in the Kentish coun- try (but chiefly at Rochester, where they had thrown down the bridge and possessed themselves of the castle), the rebels marched upon London with a good cour- age begotten of the people’s welcome, and svery house belng open to them and their cause proclaimed in every township, they thought surely that the end was won, and all their hardihood thus early rewarded, when my lord of Norfolk, with 500 of the traip bands, met them at Dartford, and Wyatt, near leader, made bold to speak for them. story, and so ready was he in the argu- ment, that the very arquebussiers, come out to destroy them, must throw their caps and cry, “A Wyatt, a Wyatt!” It has been written that they were an army of draggletails, very muddy and weary of their journcy. Nevertheless they burned with zeal, belleving the Spanish hwsband the queen bad chosen intended the undolog of the realm, a great hurt to the Protest- ant falth. What point of success came (o them they judged to be the gift of God and a sign of divine countenance. In this spirit they prevailed with the sailors upor | ther majesty’'s ships then lying in the river and when they had burned seven of the greatest vessels and manned others with right good seamen, none might galnsay their exultation mor exclaim upon it. A day's march now would carry them to the goal of their desires. In London they might look for the support of great names and great houses. Thomas Grey, my lord of Devon, by lord of Suffolk—all these had abetted that conspiracy, and would pre- sently acknowledge it. bore & moble escutcheon the joy of victory already in their hearts. Now all this bad befallen upon the day which brought news of my lord of Nor- folk’s dilemma to those who waited in St Jamee; and thereafter the panic which fell upon London did not a little to Justify the rebel boast. So near was the peril, in truth, that every house was barred and shuttered, while the river herself could show a thousand willing hands to throw down the bridge by which Wyatt must enter in. Lacking a leader where many led, belleving that the rebel hosts were messengers of God, the timorous citizens asked vainly for that wisdom ot detence of which fear had robbed her counciliors. What wit was that, men asked, which left London bridge for a rebel highway when every other gate was closed? Had Sir Henry Bedingfield and those with him no culverins then, that Wyatt should mock him s0? Who was this outlaw, this pris- oner of the White Tower, set free to trounce his betters and do that which the queen’s captains had not done? He was Roy, the king of Calverton, the knowing ones answered. As men clutching at a straw, the timcrous prayed God that he might yet save the city. They said that the outlaw was free, and this was a true saylng. The queen had spoken a promise and neither complaint nor argument would turn her from it. She, too, had found & man that day; she, too, would stake all upon & woman's judgment. “I deliver to you one to whom you shall hearken,” she had cried when many pro- tested that safety lay here and others cried, “Nay, your wits are lost, for there is the road. And Roy of Calverton, who but an hour ago had been the servant of the jallers, went boldly before them all to mock their doleful hesitation and to awake them from their stupor. “My lords,” he cried, and the irony was Dot to be held back, “my lords, it is plain that ye strike a good blow for your queen this night. Do ye stand here long enough 1 myself will crave mercy of this rebel for you. Nay, sirs, seelng that he must come in, ye show right good wisdom to let down the bridge for him. Put away your culverins I beseech you, lest they be an oftence in his eyes! Ye have good plke- men here and archers I let them cast their plkes Into the river and break their calivers. Would ye have this Wyatt find ye with arme in your hand God forbid it ye would keep heads on your shoulders! Let the bridge be lowered and the sack- buts made ready; ye will need a merry fanfare when Sir Thomas rides in!" His scorn, says the old chronicle, was a just rebuke upon their lethargy. Those who erstwhile had dawdled with their “ifs" and “an's” now protested that they would obay him willtngly if he would but show them the way. Sir Henry Bedingfield him- self, exclaiming upon his folly, called halberdiers to him and commanded them to the work. Where there had been but mut- tered complaint and womanish forebodings brave words were heard and brave resolu- tion. Falthful servants of the queen were there, but they had lacked a leader; and DOW one came to them out of the night. A noble figure in the torches light, this sturdy morthm: with his curly flaxen hair tumbling upon his splendid shoulders, with Bis doublet of Lincoln green and his high boots of leather and the good sword they Dad returned to him, this man came out to them as he whom they sought, the mas- tor of their salvation. Timidly, at first, in B —————————————————— Cleanliness and Germicidal Precau- tions Paramount In the brewiag of BLATZ BEER MILWAUKER There's not a faclle ity lacking to inrure absolute clean!iness during the process. The minutest detall from malt-house to flling-room 1s rigidly watched in this partie- ular. A fixed rule for ever balf a ceatury, BLATZ MALT-VIVINE (Non-Intexicant) Tonie. Drugrists or direct. T SN & VAL BLATZ BREWING CO., Milwaukee. OMAHA BRANCH, 1418 Deuglas St Tel. 1088, Now, upon the night when Queen Mary |Of steel, Such a good wit he had, says the | The very banners | The rebels had twos and threes, anon in larger groups and ultimately as an army acclaiming a chief, they pressed about him in the inner room. Halberdiers, pikemen, sergeants of the guard, sturdy troopers in caps and corselets heralds with blazoned tabards, gallants whose velvets were glittering with gems, serving men from the kitchens, even priests from the chapels, acclaimed his right, while pikes were uplifted and pen- nons fluttered in the wind and the flam- beaux cast their glamor on the scene. No volce dissented when the cry was rajsed, “Lead and we follow." Now, it was nothing to Roy of Calver- ton that men should thus aeclaim him, for he had ever won the obedience of his fel- lows when the need arose and this soveretgnty was no new thing to him. Per- chance, he could not wholly put off sometimidly upon a strange adventure. out presently from the Buiwark Gate, and crylng, “God save Gueen Mary!" he | pressed on at a gallop for St. James' fields and the road by which the rebels must pass. | In §t. John's chapel, before an aitar upon which many tapers were burning, my | lady knelt at the queen's side, to pray for Roy of Calverton, “and those two,” says the chronicle, “‘were one in faith, because of the peril which environed them.” CHAPTER X. One flaunts in rags, one flutters in brocade, ~Pope The day dawned with a drizzling rain and a sky 60 overcast that men pointed to it as an omen. London had kept a | weary vigil, but with the light she began to look for tidings of the crisis. Her clii- | zens, the women at the windows, the men in cowering groups, thought of anything | but sieep or the labor of their calling. There was no gate which armed men did | not hold; mo rampart of the walls unde- | fended. The city watched and waited for the last great scene which should cast the usurper out or reward him with & kingdom, | ana, ting, the message came from Southwark and men knew that the rebels were at the gate and sald that the hour was at hand | They heard the cannon and thoss that | were boldest amongst them began to flock toward London bridge as men “YOUR MAJESTY, IF I FORGET ALL ELSE, LET THI that can give there shall be 500 you a good account of it who march because another marches; who go to the new way because the old was worn and famillar; who Iift a scythe because a fork had wearled A gabbling horde, that has no desire to slay, and yet will slay if any bid it. Such were Wyatt's men, such the army valnglorious which marched through Southwark flelds that it might knock at London's gate. It had been a halting journey, but now the goal was In sight; the city of the rebels' dreams rose np as & phantom of | the mists before them. Much they had | suffered, much they must suffer vet, but | no doubt of the {ssue, welghty be, came yet to trouble them. should that cause be lost for which men were content to sleep as the beasts of the fleld, to feed as swine, to go unashamed in rags and nakedness? Had not Wyatt promised them all achievement when Lone don came to their view? Was their faith grown cold because the end appeared to be at hand? Ay, there was London, fair and goodly to see as it shoped for them in the morning 1lights and opened its mighty wings to wondering eyes. What a vision for the swineherd whose palace, ere that day, had been a priest’s house, whose cathedral was a village church. There, upon the river bank, let him gaze upon the noble fabric of Paul's, the goodly spires going | of the city's churches, the frowning ram- Such parts of Baynard's castle, the distant NIGHT REMAIN UNFORGOTTE In their agony and fright men fell from sheer imaginings Lord God! perish!” Be it no surprise that the river bank seemed to Wyatt's fellows the very mouth of hell itself. Let none marvel that they reeled back like men drunken with wine. Most victory be won at such a cost? All had been lost, Indeed, all undone in that flerce aesault but for the courage of him who led them, and the zeal of the few who, for seal's sake, had played this master stroke. Plain to be seen in the throng, upon a white horse, well caparisoned, Wyatt, and by him Brett, that was the they cried, “must thy peaple as nay, would ye breach a river with your volces! Back, sirs, back. Let the houses give you shelter until a way be found. Would ye lose all at a cannon’s bark? This night ye shall sup at Mary's palace—upon Christ's cross 1 swear It!" To him they hearkened, the record says and belng drawn back from peril, they pressed on In tumultuous disorder to vill- ages remote and Kingston's bridge. The city itself was now but a forest of spires upon their horizon; the bridge by which they would have passed in were broken and cast down. They were sore weary, laggards in hope, but still they crled, “A Wyatt! A Wyatt!" And still thero were those who upon London and her citizens; and when the day dawned which found the tidings n every Nouse there was no road leading out of the city whose exodus did not bear witness to the people’s fears. Heavy wagons, loaded with such goods as h had snatched from the deserted houses, plowed their halting way to any place ot harborage that fortune might vouchsafe to them. Whole familles, huddled together under the hedgerows or hurrying in their terror weéstward to distant towns, spake of the rebels' victory and its menace. By here you would meet a rider galloping as ona possessed from the place of alarms | to the villages of security; by there the s it might |famous captain, rode to and fro among that | wailing volce of women cried to you the For how |affrighted company and drove them from |bitterness of the outcast's lot, the lament |the pertal. “Go ye thus—as sheep to the slaughter— | |of the driven exile. Or pass on yet a league and you shall see shepherds with | their flocks and yeomen with their teams that knew not any word of Wyatt's story, or had so much as heard his name. For thus oddly were the tidings carried; to these as a judgment, to those not at all; that women's tears were shed before | the indifferent who knew not their mean- ing, and flylng horsemen cried an alarm which set no church bells ringing nor drew one idler to the village green Roy lay the night in the flelds beyond St James’, but very early upon the next day the morning being eunny and the clouds litted, he was waked by a messenger {rom my Lord Pembroke and made to know that Wyatt was at band. s0 gratification that my Lord Gardiner, who would have bartered with him that day, must be the witness of his victory; and there was a man's pride in the remem- brance that my lady watched him from ber window—perchance, that the queen stood with her. These things, neverthe- less, be made haste to forget, while he answered the troopers as they wished. “Men of London,” he sald, “be it mot for me to tell ye how this Wyatt is at your gates and knocks that he may enter. Ye bave heard the tidings of yestereve and of this night, but never would I have ye forget that he who rides a rebel into Lon- don city shall lack a head when he would ride out again. Is there any amongst you 80 ignorant that he hath not heard the story of Jack Straw and of how Watt Tyler with 100,000 came in to take the king at Smithfleld? Went he home again, I ask you? Aye, with Walworth's dagger in his heart! Fared Jack Cade any better, whom Iden killed, that his head might grin on yon bridge for your father's curity? Was it well with my Lord Audle ‘who rode to Blackheath for War- beck’s sake? Ye know the legend: Let it be for our example and be content! Ye have cast down the bridges by which this man would pass. Name me fifty who will hold the gate at Southwark and your task shall be well begun. Thereafter I will pick my own for the work allotted to me. But, it ye do mot hold the bridge, sirs, then is this Wyatt no vain boaster! Nay, pre not on me so; 1 know how willingly ye serve.” He had ked for fifty, but 500 would seek his “aye,” and being held back by his own archers that passed into the Tower with my lady, he cast a judge's eye upon them; and picking here and there a lusty fellow of rare promise he numbered his fifty and sent them out with Bedingfeld. “Get you gome, sirs, to the gate; let nome return to say ‘the bridge is down!' In the queen's name I bid you Godspeed!" They answered him, “God keep you, mas- ter," and passing out with the lleutenant, they hurried to the bridge. Those that were not chosen, complaining of the choice, pressed closer still about the archers and began to clamor for employment. “Shall we, too, strike no blow in Mary's name—would ye name us craven? Lead and we follow; thou hast work for us He answered them that he had the work and never heard a man of willingness more gladly. Set upon his horse with those that had followed him from Sherwood about him as a bodyguard, he turned to my lord of Pembroke and claimed a service. “My lord: he said, “I go to the fields of St. James with these ready fellow it you would play a master stroke this night take such a troop as I shall leave to you and watch at Charing lest this Wyatt come In by any other road. Between you and me the anvil shall lie, and those my iron does not strike shall be driven to you You are willing, my lord Now, my lord of Pembroke had done little that night but protest that all was lost, but when he found a men whose wit gave him sure right of command, he found his own courage agaln, and answered very eivilly that he was willing “Whence you come and by what right you speak, I koow pot,” he sald, “but this is the firet wise word I have beard since yestereve. Let it be as you wish, and Ged ve the right. T will go to Charing, sir, and there do your pleasure.” And so It befell that 500 horsemen rode anon with my lord of Pembroke for Char- Ing villay but the outlaw, himself, with Bo more than twoscore at his back, set . of the women as were at the lattices lvoked down into those crooked streets upon a play the like to which they would énever see again while Mary reigned! No mer- chant thought of his wares today, no ap- | prentice cried a bargain. In the dim light as of a morning of tragedies, armed men moved as specters from the shadows, faces hope, of doubt and desire. The shutterzd windows, the barred dcors, the play of light upon cap and corslet, the whispered menaces, the rolling thunder beyond the river contributed, each on its measure, to the awe and wonder. ‘What thing then, was befalling in that sleepy hamlot of Southwark? Who were these who had come to dethrone the Spaniard, these who would march into London presently ? Would they enter in as marauders for pillage and rapine; would they come in as disciples of the old faith which lived unspoken in the people’s hearts? Must blood be shed today where yesterday men jested for very joy of life? None could answer such a question; mone might prophesy. From time to time, in truth, a passing horseman would draw rein to cry “the bridge Is down; Wyatt is In but ere his words were twice repeated another would follow him with reassurance: “The day is ours the bridge is held! God save Queen Mary And in the gloom the pair would be en- gulted, both he that told of defeat and he that spoke of victory. London, then, knew little of that which befell; nor was the pleasant hamlet of Southwark much wiser. Out of the night, with scarce a cry of warning, this ragged army had ridden. By many lanes and alleys, from the open fields, without order or sure purpose, a motley company whose corselets were of mud, whose arms were yesterday in byre and stable, it pressed on at dawn in all the vage delight of that uncontested pilgrimage. Dumb serfs but a week ago, unchained prisoners of the fal- low, the peasants marched as very valiants of war. Never in all their lives, perhaps, city or known other hamlet, that In which their poor fortunes lay. And now at some call beyond their reason, but ap- pealing to a human necessity of which they were unconsclous, they had cast the old habit of life behind them, and taken up this parrot ery, “A Wy, A Wyatt!” What food for philosophy, the scholars said What a dirge of death the prophets eried Yet each could welcome the dreary caval- cade with smiling face and ready tribute. It were dangerous for a man to declare himself upon such a day. Regard the faces closely and ybu shall see map) types there. You fellow, who litts a scythe so bravely, has he not since childnood busbanded a desire of the cities, a dream of war and pillage? Or this dwarfish minister of the sonorous voice and the nose chant, eloquent in psalms, was it not Mary's bishop that tursed him to the flelds -that he might lack an altar snd a pulpit? Or look over the rabble again. and pick out your giant of the forge, whose brawny arm and lusty step proclalm his honest calling, and ask him why he marches to London town. Aye, you shall hear & bhundred stories do you but listen to their eloquence. Now, it will be of one that has tasted no bread since Michael- mas; again of a crazy fellow who has it in his head that the Spaniard will take his farm and give it to a stranger: by bere you shall meet the true fanatio exclaimiog upon the blasphemies of mass and sacra- ment, by there you sball find saother who thinks & staff uplifted will save the queen from & Spanish bed; . for every ome but unlifted told the human story of fear and | had the most part of them set eyes on any | | towers of Westminster, the whire walls of | believed that the night would make thew | ‘He hath 4,000 with him and the culverins the palaces, the forbidding bulwarks of | | the Tower; aye, upon these and upon the river herself, the gilded barges, the flut-/ tering pennons, the dancing wherries, all appearing, at the touch of day's magic wand, to delight the eyes and captivate the senses. For this the. swineherd has lived and suffered, for this he will yet lay down his life. Little wonder if he shall stand enthralled and voiceless, forgetting his watchword, worshiping at this altar of white walls. Little wonder if the cannon's voice call him as quickly to remembrance. They had brought the news to Wyatt while yet he rode some little way from the bridge, and he recefved it with that good countenance he bravely showed in all adversity. Endowed with the faculty of winning men's allegiance, the poet's son had that rare resource and ready wit which never falled to delight the multi- tude. For the jester a jest; for the curato a text; for the malcontent a promise of his vengeance; for the women a poet's grace of flattery; he played upon the minds of his fellows as others upon an instrument. Let them harbor foreboding, hls merry laughter turned their fears to scorn; let any complain, he heard him patiently; let any charge him that he was a traitor, he answered, “I serve the queen as no other in this realm.” And he had, says the chronicle, all that brave appearance which men ask from him that leads them. Wearing still the mantle of youth, with fair curly hair and Saxon blue eyes, and a voice in which a note of music lingered, | he was such a one as men loved for him- | selt rather than for his teaching. Nor would he enjoy that which revolt denied to those Wwho followed him. Did they sleep in shed or stable? Then should shed or stable find him sleeping? Were they hungry, then let him hunger, too DI fatigue lie heavy upon them, the peril of the way—none the less should fatigue be his and the place where peril lay. En- joying victory since the beginning of his endeavor, the master of good intelligence always, it was no folly for such a one to believe, at Southwark, that the day was won, the end at hand 'hey close the bridge swered them that brought “then, surely, my master, we shall be quick to open it. What! has the night, then, brought a miracle that a man must pass in Southwark's gate or lie forever at the walls? Ye tell me a child’s tale! Ride on but a league yet and I will show you what @ strategem is this. In very truth ye shall sup at Mary's palace this night!" They cried to him, “A Wyatt! A Wyatt!" and warmed now with wine and also from the inns, red by the bounty of the hamlet, many of them pressed even to the river's bank and boldly clamored that Sir Thomas Brydges should open to them. The an- swering ery of “Traitors, get you gone!" provoked their merry laughter “We are mo traitors!” their tongues pro- tested, “but honest men that havé come to ave our queen. Let her hearken and all will be well!" The culverines replied to them, the balls from the arquebusses, the singing arrows | of the archers. This message of death, swift and sudden, was the first reality of that week of wonders. Yonder on the muddy banks men lay groaning or crying to their God; blood welled the dewy grass; pititul cries were heard; the moans of them that were sinking down to darkpess. Not for such an end as this had the shepherd left his flock, the swineherd his stable. | you say,” he an- him the news | to the villages | rades, | hazara of | upon less confidently. masters of London and its citadel. CHAFTER XI. Master, go on, and I will follow_thee. —As You Like it Now Roy of Calverton had ridden out of the Tower on the dawn of the day which foupd Wyatt's men repulsed at London bridge, when they were driven westward Being assured that many elapse before the rebels he lay the next night In the fields of St. James, but upon the second morning, at daybreak, a mesenger having ridden in from Kingston to say that a multitude was passing there, he com- manded his men to horse and set out quickly by the western road. Taere bad been fifty with him when he quitted the Tower Gate, but London added to his numbers and from the shut- tered houses of the ghostly streets he had taken willing troopers who asked but good employment, and others that panic drove forth from the Tower. A goodly company, which the fearful citizens had armed right readily and given of the best in horse and caparison, Roy would yet count upon his own rather than these new allies, and bid- ding the men of Sherwood press close about him he claimed their ancient service. “Ye that have been brothers to me in fortune or adversity, will ye not be my right arm now?’ he said. “Was it my gift of the forest that giance and the right to serve vou? As ye stood with me before, so shall ye stand this day. Nay, ye shall give me the love you ever gave! God knows I would ac- complish this thing for the sake of one all dear to me and to you a mistress well be- loved! For Sherwood and our homes let the blow be struck! I count upon ye, com- I count upon the affection’ye bear hours yet must spanned the river, mel" They heard him with acclamation, and such as had possessed themselves of pikes in the city waved pennons in the air and cried, “A Roy, A Roy of Calverton Never, It may be, did such a motley com- pany ride out to betriend an English queen, or to save her from the people Look down upon it from the lattice win- down as it winds its way through London's narrow streets, and you shall see a sight so wonderful that even the sober chronicle may not pass it idly by Stern men are there, and jesters to mock their stern- ness; the bells and caps of fools, the steel casques and corselets of the troopers; flambeaux to light the shrouded walls; Meagre, the dwarf, upon a great black horse; Rene, the page, to bear his master service; he they called “The Knight of the Silver How,” that some would pame Sir Percival; and ,proud among all Roy him- self, that went cheek by jowl with his anxieties. For who would go all hopeful or with sure confidence upon that errand which sent him to the fields to find his quarry there? Devise it as he might, what sure thing should guide him to Wyatt's camp or indicate the bridge by which the rebels must come In? No the bean was to be reckomed Apy chance or eir- cumstance, a bolder stroke than Roy had the wit to concelve, might yet send Wyatt to the Tower to be the judge of those that were judges mow. All, indeed, must be won or all lost that day; there was no middle course, no men might speak of compromise; for if these rebels were not scatiered chaff before the wind, then ehould those that would scatter them crave mercy In vain. It bas been written that panic fell early not | won your alle- | gotten from the ships. His fellows burn land plllage wherever they pass. My lord says that all is lost and ye will do well to strike a bargain with this fellow if delay | { may hereby be gained. He leaves it to | your prudence to act as you shall think fit- | |ting. Ye would not ride out with such poor | array against Wyatt's host, sir; ye would not do this madness? Roy sprang upon his horse and, calling to I)he fifty, he answered the messenger. “Return as ye came and say that all is | lost, indeed, if 6o be his lordship's ears be | not In the category. Tell him that if he be | not clever at the barter this Wyatt shall | nail them to Charing’s pump ere the sun go { down! Nay, sir, If all be lost shall T not go |to look for it? Will ye not have me light | a candle to search for'the plece I lack? Go, ! say to my Lord of Pembroke that there be | cellars at Whitehall wherein he and nis men may find a haven. Ay, I would erave a petticoat of him, lest this Wyatt mistake me for what I am!" And then, to his own, he sald: ““Heard ye that, comrades—will ye to the cellars with my Lord of Pembroke? This Wyatt comes with 4,000, Like ye the tid- ings, or would ye fondle Dame Prudence of whom my lord makes mention? Truly, ye shake in your shoes already—ye itch to bend | the knee to Captain Maypole! I read it in | your faces. Ye would not be thought men | this day lest hurt come to ye thereby!" They replied to him with oaths and laughter, which drove the messenger | ashamed from the camp, and some running | tor their horses and some whetting their arms and many crying “A Roy! A Roy!" | they came to good order and set out for | Richmond town. No gladder tidings had been heard that day. The hour of walting was gone by. No man rode out of London in greater content than Roy of Calverton. “Let me know that this thing is true and I will give thanks to God for it,”" he said to one near him. “If Wyatt pass by any other bridge it shall need a holy angel to save my Lord of Pembroke's ears! See you | not how fortune goes with us? Four thou- sand or forty, I care not which, while 1 )bave these with me! Aye, if the news be | true—it it be true!” Now, Meagre, the dwarf, capering nearby on his great black horse, took up the words and drew rein to raise the piping ery: “Fifty of Sherwood and fifty more upon {one white horse, do you like the reckoning, master? Go fifty well to a bridle rein? |Ay, hark to the bumor of it! I see fifty {and yet I see but one. To the saints be the glory for these eyes of mine He was a merry fellow who would have said that the outlaw himeelf added the hearts of fifty to thelr company. His master lked the compliment “Fifty, indeed, if ye love me, as I think you do. 1 shall have need of your love this |day; nay, comrades, we will not ask of our messenger again, for yonder is a better one!" 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Through cuffering tbey bad come in, but in joy they would go out They cried for London, in truth, but had they known it, the way lay to the glbbet and the ax ATo Be Continued.)