D Al L Y



D. c.. MONDAY, MARCH 90, 1916.
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exclaimed "Here, Walter, open the wick
ct here is single man without
Let me see, my lord-let me see first,''
cried the sturdy soldier; ''you're old, and
your eyes are dim; there may be more be-
hind him." Uaa aaa a..5ae + III
| Thus saying he put his face to the aper-
ture, and asked, "Who are you, my man,
and where do you come from?"


Hushr' said the Earl, pulling him
back by the arm he may bring secret
tidings. Open the wicket, say, there is
, no one but himself" ad
| AT the same moment, the word "Ches-
ter" pronounced from without, satisfied
the warder; and taking down the large
key, ne turned it in the lock, removed bolt
and bar, and chain; and while the Earl
called for light from above, opened the
door just wide enough for one man to pass
through. raa.. 5,.5
AS he did so, with swinging air and
unsteady step, in rolled a strange looking
being, in habiliments not Of the newest or
most harmonious kind, with cloak in
tatters, hood displaying large hole on the
top, heavy shoes, and loose linen stockings
bound round his legs with thongs Of leath-
er, long staff with leaden head in his
hand, voil and bow upon his back, two
long Welsh knives stuck in his girdle, and
a large black leathern bottle under his arm


Who the devil are you9n cried the
Earl, holding torch, which his people had
just brought him, to his strange visitors
face. The expression which it bore was
that curious mixture Of fun, enthusiasm
folly and sadness, which can only be pro.
duced by a very near approach to complete
intoxicatlon. " Who the devil are you
and what do you want?" exclaimed thu
Earl.


Tell ye in minute, old cockn' erie,
the man, clutching his voil from his bacl
and putting it to his shoulder, while, at tn
same time he began to sing aa"


1sRoger Dutton's going to fight


| In his doubIet and his hose


Who is g and who is right,


T. No o. res, and no one knows"


Pm one Of Roger Dutton's soldiers. Lor
bless ye!! come to save Saint Ranulph, tn
good Earl of Chester, you jolly dog on
you see, we found two whole cart loads {
mead, as we came through the village, an
what between that and the stuff we had i
our bottles, we all got so drunk that Roge
couldn't make us fight tonight, but penne'
US all up in the valley, like flock Of sheep


"Roger Duttons going to fight


With the fddIers and their crew


If he meets the Welsh tonight, m#
He will beat them black and blue"


Long live Roger Dutton gay Roger Dut
ton he's the lad, old crony ~


ITO be continued