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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 12, 1912, Image 13

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OUTLAW STORIES
My own blame it was that the
king's traps took me, Robin Cow
per, outlaw of Southcombe forest
and that I nearly graced tree in
the public square of Edencourt.
Bidding goodbye to Sally one
summer night, I hied to Towri
tavern for a swig, and there met
good company. The swigs multi
plied. When I struck the road
for Forest inn I was hard put to
say whether Kit was trotting for
ward or the trees backward. I
tried to chuck the moon under the
chin.
Dud's men espied me in the tav
ern. They set an ambush in
Southcombe forest. . A dozen
drove furiously at me. They took
me to the forest lodge and in an
upper room made-, me prisoner,
with Dud the jailer. Soon all
Edencourt knew.
A horseman reined at the lodge
next morning. Dud took the mis
sjve he brought.
"The lady herself will come,
granted your permission," said
the rider.
Dud scanned the script and
chuckled. "She has my invita
tion." The man rode tiack to
ward Edencourt. Dud sent the
letter to me. Imagine my chag
rin reading:
"Robin Cowper: Your surly
prank in disgracing Jhat honest
gentleman of the king's service,
Mister Dudley Hobart, in my
house some time back, may now
be fitly punished. I rejoice with
all Edencourt in your capture
and hope you will be tied high.
I admire your captor. Sally.
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To say I was astonished is
mild. This was the woman of it
to shift from the fallen. I re
membered Dud had at times set
eyes meaningly on Sally. A wo
man is quick to catch the first
glint of admiratipn. Sally had
observed, no doubt. Heavy-hearted,
I waited.
Dud strutted like a peacock,
giving orders to his men. He
came upstairs.
"Fine girl!" he remarked.
"She's coming to view the pris
oner and visit me." It was a
bantering tone. My policy was
silence.
She came. Never looked she,
more beautiful. I would have
sworn she dressed for some pur
pose, as player-folk do.
Dud escorted her upstairs. HeA
pointed to me. She made me a
sneer. At her underbreath re
mark they both laughed. He was
in high heaven.
As Dud started down the steps
she winked me a vivacious, mer-,
ry wink and tossed me a kiss with
her hand. It was as if the world t
had suddenly been painted glow
ing colors.
Dud bade his guest the front
room. Through the floor cracks
I could catch glimpses. She J
chatted light nothings, he chat--ted
not, but fidgeted, his fat hands
dangled, he wiped away perspir-
ation. He spoke the politics of
the king's court at London. SheJ
sweetly smiled. His tank-space,
for ale "became his topic.
"A wonderful gentleman !" she
said, touching his arm, and he
cackling noisily.
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