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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, September 28, 1912, Image 21',
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scene caught fhe imagination of
all and the spectators rose and
shouted and the Queen of Beau
ty smiled and a moment later
Burnett was cantering down qn
his side of the barrier against a
knight whose helmet was encir
cled with ducal strawberry leaves.
'And two moments later the duke
was galloping past clutching his
horse s mane, his shivered lance
on the grdund, while -Burnett
found himself the victor.
Again a knight rode out at him
and the sullen gray thundered
past; and this time the knight
was clanging upon the sanded
ground, like an overturned tur
tle, whije Burnett rode past and
saluted Miss Emmeline and saw
her smile On him. Again again ?
he felt sure of himself, knew that
he could not be overthrown. And
it was remarkably like riding on
the greased rail at Coney, but not
so hard. -
Now the champion was billed'"
to meet him the Duke of Clydes
dale, a wiry, athletic man mount
ed on a magnificent Norman. He
was a splendid figure as he rode
down the lists, and the excite
ment reached its zenith. They
stood up, women and men, and
shouted and clapped their hands.
Burnett thrust, but struck only
air, and. reeling in his saddle, he
galloped by. At thej:nd of the
lists the combatants Turned and
drew together again. The lances
smote true. "Each shivered into
a 'dozen fragments. Burnett
caught at the bridle and saved
himself by the gray's hard-bftted
mouth. But when he turned
amid the tumultuous acclamation,
of all, he saw the duke limpings
out of the sawdust.
"The Master-at-arms was heard"
above the tumult.
"Uriroll your standard, Sir
Knight, that the Queen of Beau-
ty may acclaim your victor and'
crown you with the wreath," he
tried.-' And Burnett, looking- uo.t
saw Emmeline Wre'a eyes fixed
pn his. and her parted lips, her
face, wherein intense emotion
strove with dignity.'N And he
knew that if he unrolled his stand-
Lard he must never .see her-again.
JdLis scneme nad tailed, but from
that failure something of more
worth than success was to spring.
He bent his head, raised his
right hand in salutationand'
holding the precious . standard
tightly rolled in his stirrup bucket
he galloped off the field. Behind
him he heard shouts. Men came
rushing toward him, pulled at his
bridle, but he shook them off.
Through a nightmare of yejls
and cries he made .his slow way
till he reached the gates, passed
through, threaded the .mazes of
the Earl's Court road, and at last
entered the open gates of the fac
tory, which he succeeded in clos
ing fast Just as, the foremost of
his pursuers came up.
"Gee, that was a close shave!"
he muttered breathlessly, as he
pulled off his helmet and gasped
at the fresh air. Then from his
stirrup bucket he took the stand
ard and unrolled it. He lit a. ,
match and as the flames ate their
way through the silken tissues hfo