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were hundreds of spectators; in a roped-oflF portion was a group of ladies, and, in the center of these, the Queen of Beauty. On either side of a central wall of planks knights were riding to ward each other, thrusting with Icinccs "Well, if r can't beat that!" muttered Burnett to himself, as he saw one Jightly touch the armor of his antagonist, saw the lance splinter, and heard the herald proclaim thevictor amid deafening shouts. He adjusted his vizor and sent the gray at an easy lumber toward the knights' pavilion. Again the "horse was seized by the bridle Looking down Burnett perceived thata gorgeously clad individual, flank ed on each side by a boy bearing a pennant and followed by a trumpeter who looked like the Knave of Hearts, was accosting him. , ' ' "Your name, Sir Knight?" de manded this individual, looking a little heepish. For the question Burnett was prepared. "Sir, I am a stranger knight," he answered briskly, "and 1 have ridden hither from overseas to contest for my lady'in your tour ney and to uphold hei1 name against all comers." . "You cannot contest, sir, unless your name is on the entrance list," replied the herald, keeping a tight grip on the horse's bridle. "It's against the rules. Hi! Get off the grass, you there! Go round and pay your shilling at the entrance if you want to see the tQUijievj," But Burnett broke short the colloquy by suddenly spurring the gray again and galloping to ward the entrance, 'where he per ceived a bevy of knights upon their steeds awaiting their turn at the jousting. The Master-of-arms, seeing him "approach, came spurring out toward him. "Your name, Sir Knight?" he demanded. "Are you an entrant' in this tourney, and come to do battle for some lady?" "No, I'm a stranger," answer ed Burnett briskly. ''But I guess from the littlel've seen that there won't be much of a battle when I get busy." The Master-at-arms frowned1" angrily. "Nobody -who isn't en tered can joist, unless some lady has nominated him," he an swered." The Master-at-arms carried"an ugly-looking face, and there seemed a certain finality in his words. ' Suddenly Burnett cast ing his eyes upward, perceived, looking at him, not twenty yards away Emmelme Ware ! The hock ' almost unnerved him. He had been thrown much into her Society since his arrived two months before, and had rea son to believe that she -was not wholly indifferent to him. And" now'looking z her, he perceived that she had overheard, and dis tinctly saw her lips frame the word "yes' '"I'm nominated. by Miss Ware Miss ' Emmeline Ware. She's my nominator I mean my lady," stammered Burnett; and- 'then somehow, the strangeness of thg