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zig League (1631) against the forces and a band or two of the more intrepid of the Emperor, is being attacked for youths of the city who have bivouacked its temerity by General Tilly, the all night outside the walls beside the Commander-in-Chief of the Catholic watch-fires round which they are now League. You spring from your bed singing their morning hymn, in eager and fling open your window to cheer anticipation of the death that certainly the mere handful of Swedish troops awaits them. Louder grows the canthat Gustavus Adolphus has sent to nonade and louder; a troop of cavalry stiffen the citizen army as they march clears the road of all but combatants, swiftly with pike and musket to the and you are driven back into the heart walls. In a few minutes you hear a of the town where the City Fathers clatter of hoofs, and a squadron of are assembled in the Rath-haus to take ragged cavalry, mounted on horses desperate counsel together in their extaken straight from the plough and tremity. armed with falchions and firelocks, You find them in the Council Chamtrot up the Schmiedgasse beneath you. ber, decorated by the coats of arms of More soldiery, on horse and afoot, can- all the Burgomeisters of Rothenburg non and ammunition-wagons, officers since 1230, and hung with tattered in brave attire and their retinue in flags that bear witness to the troubled tatters, all pour into the city through history of this old Imperial town. the Spital bastion and hurry to their There, upon a raised dais, stands old appointed posts. It is

seven Bezold the mayor, careworn and o'clock and the sun is already high on broken down in his anxiety, yet this May morning. The citizens are proudly wearing his robes of black all abroad; the men have said farewell and sable with his sword and chain to home, perhaps for ever, since Tilly of office. His fellow-councillors join is known to be advancing with 30,000 hin, and the vehement discussion well-armed men against a paltry thou- which follows shows us the deep cleavsand of peasants. The women and age of opinion as to the wisest course children alone are to be seen in the to adopt. Some are for sparing the streets, and you set forth in haste and town any further suffering—for God wonderment, convinced that you are knows whether the tortures of Magde indeed in the heart of a beleaguered burg may not be repeated here. Others city, sharing in its fears for the for- are for holding out to the bitter end, tunes of the day. You reach the main not counting the cost. At last it is gate of the town; there, at the inner suggested that the Swedish Captains wall, beside the drawbridge, lie men- of the Guard be summoned to advise; at-arms in

casque and breastplate, these prove to be “no surrender” their horses standing beside them. men, and so the word goes forth that There, round the city walls, at every Rothenburg will resist to the uttermost. tower and loophole you catch the But now, the murderous shock of þatgleam of spear and pike and cannon tle breaks fiercely upon the stern tranand a glimpse of soldiers in colored quillity of the Council Chamber. The doublet and hose behind them. You casements rattle to the musketry fire; walk on down the road that leads to the enemy's guns must be at the very Würzburg towards the advancing gate of the city. In a brief interval army whose cannon-fire grows ever of calm the sad chanting of a Litany more distinct in your ears.

Here you

of Intercession in St. James' Church meet a few rascally looking Croatians, reaches us, and blends strangely with quarelling over cards in their laager, the blithe war-song of a gallant band




of young bloods who pass by the sistance to the Catholic League of my Chamber on their road to the front. Emperor." Has the fortune of war changed?

Terrible words, terribly spoken by a Can the news be true? In bursts a

man whom nothing could move to pity

or remorse. In vain the Senators messenger to tell us that he has discerned Swedish reserves in the dis

pleaded for their people; in vain the tance hastening to our rescue! A women, now crowded into the Chamsecond later, and we learn of desperate ber, held up their children in their assaults defiantly repelled in various

arms and cried for mercy. Not even quarters of the city, and of wives and Count Pappenheim, a favorite general, children joining in the heroic defence.

could alter the cruel decision when he One more a body of Imperial

begged that the brave garrison should ists have dashed into the town, but

not be hanged like criminals but shot have been driven back to meet death

at the walls like gentlemen. For anin the moat by the youths who swer, Tilly only turned to one of his marched past us but an hour since.

captains and bade him remove our At last a fierce roar, more devasting

poor old Burgomeister, who should and terrific than any, sound hitherto,

find the town Executioner and bring shakes the Town Hall to its founda- him into the presence of his new mastions, and we feel that the end has ter. come. A solemn hush now falls upon

How changed the scene the assembly, and the councillors with broad oaken table, where but lately native dignity await the expected our councillors were deliberating, is

But, even as a wounded senti. now beset with military uniforms and nel is gasping out his story of the ex- men in armor with sword and buckplosion in the powder-magazine and of ler, whilst our poor representatives the cruel breach in the walls, there is stand broken but unbent in a corner heard from the market-place another of the hall, awaiting their end with sound that rises in wrath and falls in fortitude. There is silence for anguish. Nearer and nearer yet comes moment; then it is broken by the lusty the tramp of armed men; the door of voice of our good cellarer, Reimer, the Chamber is burst open and Im

whose native genius for hospitality perial troops surge in and make pris- will never forsake him nor any of his oners of us all. Tilly and his victori- race: ous generals, his pet Dominican and "May it please Your Excellency. I his gaunt halberdiers, stride boastfully

have a prisoner, hid deep in the cool

vaults below where I am master. Shall to the table where the Senators remain

I release him for your pleasure? Many seated, and demand from them the

years has he languished in his dungeon, keys of the town. The anger of Tilly

doubtless awaiting the day of your is terrible to behold; the passionate

coming. He is the offspring of the tone of his language makes us fear for Sun-God; grant that I give him his the very worst:

freedoin ere I die?" "Bring out these Councillors from With this parable, in praise of his their seats, and hang them in the best beloved vintage of rich Tauber Market-place for dogs to bark at. Go

wine, Reimer disappears, only to reyou, von Ossa, and fire the city at

turn immediately with a large and seven piaces that it shall be laid in

beautifully painted crystal chalice ashes before nightfall. Let no inhabi.

filled to the brim with the golden tants escape, and I will write the

The loving cup passes doom of Rothenburg in letters of flame “prisoner.” that shall be read by all who plot re- round, and Tilly, once so fierce and for


the cup

the cup.

ward, drinks deep again and again, drawing breath-impossible!" murpraising in equal measure the lustre of mured a third.

and the quality of the “Yes, impossible for all of us in wine. ..

Rothenburg to-day," quavered an old We breathe again; we even look up voice near me; "yet I can call to mind like dogs which, after being beaten, the time when Nusch there would have feel that their master's anger is at last taken up the challenge and might have exhausted. Now there seems to be a won it." chance, just a chance, that wine may Then, to our astonishment, this same win where women failed. The general Nusch stepped forward, seventy years drinks once more, and then a smile, of age, but hale and upright as a lanceaye, indeed, a cheery smile, breaks pole. Offering such obeisance as his across his handsome face. He turns heavy robes and starched ruff would to our cellarer and banters him for a permit, this splendid old veteran acfool or a knave, bidding him to refill cepted the wager and grasped the

Then, turning to the City fateful cup in both his hands from off Fathers, he cries, but in a far gentler the table. A long breath--the whole accent:

world seemed to be standing still and "The hours draw on; my judgment is aghast within that chamber-and very pronounced,

slowly be raised the chalice to his lips And retribution follows your misdeeds.

and began to drink. We RothenYet Hope lies hid for you within this

burgers had seen much drinking for cup

wagers in our time, but never such Full filled with nectar pressed from Tauber grapes.

a draught for such a wager. The Which man of you can drain it at one

seconds passed like hours as the old draught

man persevered, straining himself He shall achieve full pardon for this slowly backwards until the cup was Burgh;

turned almost upside down. His colThe lives and liberties of wives and

leagues pressed forward to support him citizens

lest he should fall before his great purNo longer forfeit shall be straight re

pose was fulfilled. And just in time; stored

for, as they reached him, he staggered By him who quaffs this chalice to the dregs.

backward into a chair, but ... the But, should he fail, your doom has cup was empty! been decreed

Not even Tilly could withhold a cry And Rothenburg shall pay rebellion's of admiration, in which his generals penalty."

were compelled to join, for this gallant

feat. As for the rest of us, to whom Well do I remember the effect of these it meant iife instead of death, some words upon us all, Senators and cit- laughed, whilst others wept in a tumult izens alike. We turned to one another of indescribable emotion, but none in sheer amazement. One whispered, knew how best to relieve the long"For shame; he is surely jesting with drawn strain of those intolerable us now. His head is hot with wine hours. Some rushed to the window to and he mocks us with false hope even proclaim the joyful news to the tremon the last evening of our days."

bling populace in the market-square; Said another, “Who could hope to others ran to find the Burgomeister drain so vast a cup at a single and announce to him the general redraught?”

prieve; and the rest of us burst into "Four bottles of good wine without an uncontrollable Hymn of Praise for

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this merciful deliverance from an un- great procession of conquerors and speakable fate.

conquered file through the streets;

every window was occupied by eager V.

sight-seers who threw flowers to their True, it was but a play; and the particular friends as they passed and players were only humble citizens of called to them by their historic names. Rothenburg, and I with a couple of Slowly, on horse and foot, this picturhundred others were just an audience. esque army progressed from one scene Yet the play was so perfectly carried of acclamation to another, until at last out, with such conviction and power they passed down into the moat be and true artistic intention, that a yond the walls. There the evening whirlwind of applause filled the Coun- was whiled away with songs and danccil Chamber at the close of the last ing, feasting and mummery-a roChorale.

mantic picture of medieval revelry that In the late afternoon, as the sun held all good Rothenburgers, and some was setting, every available space in others, captive until late into the the town was once more filled to see a starry night. The Cornhill Magazine.

Ian Maloolm.



you moving?”—always something like It was perfect harvest weather in that. But to-day, nothing; nothing exthe morning, and Arnold woke rather cept a sense of blankness and weight late to the whir of the machine in the in the head. Long Field. Usually he was down at He sat down on the bed and stared six or so. To-day he was not only late at the blue sky beyond the red roses in waking, but slow in dressing. It of his window. was a shock to him when he got out of bed to remember that it was his last It was just about then that Peggy's day in this pleasant house. More and little boy drew her attention to a more of a shock indeed. He walked young lady on the field-path to the about the room, looking at the texts house. They were by the stream, on the walls (the capitals all in gold), Peggy and Willie, on the spot where the photographs (several of Peggy as Mr. Man was found in the grass. child and little girl with long hair), Peggy's eyes had red rims. She had the knicknacks-everything. The sun promised her father not to see Arnold blazed in upon the bed and its white again, and was endeavoring to keep curtains. The window had diamond her promise. His wheatfield notwithpanes about a quarter obscured by red standing, Mr. Harcourt was waiting inroses. It was opened, of course, and doors to see his guest of these nipe the scent of the roses filled the room. weeks eat his last breakfast and-go. He heard a clock strike on the landing He didn't like his job, but meant to outside-eight! The breakfast-hour carry it through. was half-past seven, except on Sunday; "Who's she, mother?” Willie desired and Willie's knuckles and shouting to know. "My! ain't she in a hurry?" were wont to stir him long before then. “She's stranger, Willie," said It was "Mr. Man, mother says it's Peggy. “I think you might run and time you got up;" or "Mr. Man, are speak to her. I don't think she can

mean to be coming to see me. She Peggy's smile gave her away. She may be coming to the wrong house. continued to smile, and held out her How scared she seems! Yes, run and hand. "Are you Gertie, then?" · she ask her whom she wants.

You see asked wistfully. she's stopping."

Gertie's eyes drew in a little. "My The meadow had been made into name is Gertrude Lamont,” she rehay since Arnold's meander through it, plied. “Yes. He's been missing since and its aftermath was almost ready. the 6th of June. But you are not P. B., The little boy galloped through the are you?” long grasses. These tickled his knees, “Yes," said Peggy, "I am. He has and he paused twice to scratch them. lost his memory. Shall I tell you about “Hi!” he shouted. But he needn't have it?" shouted. Gertie had stopped for him, "Is he here?” cried Gertie, all excitebreathing fast and very flushed. She ment and eagerness again. "I feared had dark, eager eyes, and black hair, he was dead. That was what terrified and a boat-shaped straw hat braced by me all the time. He isn't dead?" a dark-blue motor-veil. Peggy heard Of course not. But he doesn't resome words exchanged, and then, fas- member things. Perhaps- What did ter even than Willie, Gertie came you say your name was? Mine is Mrs. towards her. She had a newspaper in Brandon!" her hand, but it told Peggy nothing- “Oh!" said Gertie, “thank you. Iat first.

didn't know. This is your little boy, "Oh, good-morning!" she panted, then?" within speaking distance. “I under- "Mother!" put in the little boy himstand this is Cherry-Tree Farm. Could self, “can't I go in now and see Mr. you direct me to P. B.? This !"

Man?” She opened the paper and pointed to “Yes, dear, do," said Peggy. “Tell an advertisement on its first page. him- Shall we prepare him, Miss La

Peggy's hand shook, but she ac- mont? Oh yes, Miss Lamont!" But cepted the paper and read the lines: Willie didn't wait for further injunc“The Gertie of Clapham who knows tions. He ran as fast as he could. A. W. is invited to communicate with Then Peggy and Gertie looked at P. B., Cherry-Tree Farm, Silverstead, each other, and Peggy noticed the Surrey."

dewiness in Gertie's dark eyes, and She read the words as if they were her beauty. This had struck Peggy alnew to her, and yet they were her most immediately, but it made an inown composing, and she had paid for creasing mark upon her. twenty insertions of them out of her "I don't know the circumstances, own pocket. Her father didn't know. Miss Lamont,” she said very softly, She hoped—but this was her secret- "but I ought to tell you that I have that no one would ever know except read your letter to him. It was all we herself and the newspaper people, and could find to help us to restore him to that there would be no response.

his friends. It wasn't much good, be"It has been in several times," Ger- cause it bore no serviceable address. tie continued heatedly, “but I didn't That was why I advertised. He has know until last night. A friend showed been here ever since the 7th of June." it to me. It must be Mr. Wise. Can "With you?” asked Gertie suspiyou tell me anything? Mr. Arnold ciously. Wise! He's not very tall, but—you do Peggy looked away, closed her eyes know then ?"

for a moment, and tried to smile. “I

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