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trifled with, as the lump ou his head testified. Besides, there was
a determined set of the pretty lips and a restless fire in the dark
eyes which warned him that she was on the alert. He resolved
upon strategy.
“ I surrender,” said he, “ and surely no man ever had a fairer
captor. But, Mistress Anne, do you know that you are giving
me into the hands of those who will shoot me like a dog ? Have
you no brothers in your army ? Think of them in such a .position
as mine. In after years will you look back with pride upon this
action, even toward an enemy? Is this ‘ heaping coals of fire?’ ”
At his words something like pity stirred her heart —‘ pity, which
is akin to love.’ As he finished speaking she turned. A glistening
tear stood in each eye.
‘‘ ‘To the victor belongs the spoil,' ” she whispered. “ Go,”
and she thrust the sword into his hand. He grasped it, returned
it to its scabbard, and belted it on in a trice. Then he turned
quickly, and taking Anne, all unresistingly, in his arms, kissed
her full upon the lips. Their eyes met and they understood.
“ ‘To the victor— ’ ” she murmured.
‘ ‘ Forever, ’ ’ replied Rudolf, fervently
And the next moment he had undone the bolt, sprung to his
horse and was away up the road like a whirlwind, turning just
once to throw a kiss to Anne, who stood blushing and smiling
in the doorway, her heart beating wildly, though happily, at the
escape of her erstwhile prisoner.
A Frjjshman wrote a letter home,
The weather he said had been clear,
But what he dreaded most of all
Was its Hazy atmosphere.
A poet’s muse with note sincere
Might truly sing of you;
“Sweet lips of red, so moist and clear,
New kissed by drops of dew.”
In Lighter Vein,
IN TIGHTER VEIN.
TO MY TADY,
R. T. Strohm, ’9B.
— Exchange.