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moment； glanced interrogatively at Warwick； and receiving a smile in
return； tied the handkerchief around the middle of his lance and quickly
rejoined his comrades at the head of the lists。
The young man with the bandage round his head； on the benches
across the lists； had forced his way to the front row and was leaning
against the railing。 His restless eye was attracted by the falling
handkerchief； and his face； hitherto anxious； suddenly lit up with
animation。
〃Yas； suh； yas； suh； it's her！〃 he muttered softly。 〃It's Miss Rena；
sho's you bawn。 She looked lack a' angel befo'； but now； up dere 'mongs'
all dem rich； fine folks； she looks lack a whole flock er angels。 Dey ain'
one er dem ladies w'at could hol' a candle ter her。 I wonder w'at dat
man's gwine ter do wid her handkercher？ I s'pose he's her gent'eman
now。 I wonder ef she'd know me er speak ter me ef she seed me？ I
reckon she would； spite er her gittin' up so in de worl'； fer she wuz alluz
good ter ev'ybody； an' dat let even ME in；〃 he concluded with a sigh。
〃Who is the lady； Tryon？〃 asked one of the young men； addressing the
knight who had taken the handkerchief。
〃A Miss Warwick；〃 replied the knight pleasantly； 〃Miss Rowena
Warwick； the lawyer's sister。〃
〃I didn't know he had a sister；〃 rejoined the first speaker。 〃I envy you
your lady。 There are six Rebeccas and eight Rowenas of my own
acquaintance in the grand stand； but she throws them all into the shade。
She hasn't been here long； surely； I haven't seen her before。〃
〃She has been away at school； she came only last night；〃 returned the
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knight of the crimson sash； briefly。 He was already beginning to feel a
proprietary interest in the lady whose token he wore； and did not care to
discuss her with a casual acquaintance。
The herald sounded the charge。 A rider darted out from the group and
galloped over the course。 As he passed under each ring； he tried to catch
it on the point of his lance；a feat which made the management of the
horse with the left hand necessary； and required a true eye and a steady
arm。 The rider captured three of the twelve rings； knocked three others
off the hooks； and left six undisturbed。 Turning at the end of the lists； he
took the lance with the reins in the left hand and drew his sword with the
right。 He then rode back over the course； cutting at the wooden balls
upon the posts。 Of these he clove one in twain； to use the parlance of
chivalry； and knocked two others off their supports。 His performance
was greeted with a liberal measure of applause； for which he bowed in
smiling acknowledgment as he took his place among the riders。
Again the herald's call sounded； and the tourney went forward。 Rider
after rider； with varying skill； essayed his fortune with lance and sword。
Some took a liberal proportion of the rings； others merely knocked them
over the boundaries； where they were collected by agile little negro boys
and handed back to the attendants。 A balking horse caused the spectators
much amusement and his rider no little chagrin。
The lady who had dropped the handkerchief kept her eye upon the
knight who had bound it round his lance。 〃Who is he； John？〃 she asked
the gentleman beside her。
〃That； my dear Rowena； is my good friend and client； George Tryon；
of North Carolina。 If he had been a stranger； I should have said that he
took a liberty； but as things stand； we ought to regard it as a compliment。
The incident is quite in accord with the customs of chivalry。 If George
were but masked and you were veiled； we should have a romantic
situation；you the mysterious damsel in distress； he the unknown
champion。 The parallel； my dear； might not be so hard to draw； even as
things are。 But look； it is his turn now； I'll wager that he makes a good
run。〃
〃I'll take you up on that； Mr。 Warwick；〃 said Mrs。 Newberry from
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behind； who seemed to have a very keen ear for whatever Warwick said。
Rena's eyes were fastened on her knight； so that she might lose no
single one of his movements。 As he rode down the lists； more than one
woman found him pleasant to look upon。 He was a tall； fair young man；
with gray eyes； and a frank； open face。 He wore a slight mustache； and
when he smiled； showed a set of white and even teeth。 He was mounted
on a very handsome and spirited bay mare； was clad in a picturesque
costume； of which velvet knee…breeches and a crimson scarf were the most
conspicuous features； and displayed a marked skill in horsemanship。 At
the blast of the bugle his horse started forward； and； after the first few rods；
settled into an even gallop。 Tryon's lance； held truly and at the right
angle； captured the first ring； then the second and third。 His coolness and
steadiness seemed not at all disturbed by the applause which followed； and
one by one the remaining rings slipped over the point of his lance； until at
the end he had taken every one of the twelve。 Holding the lance with its
booty of captured rings in his left hand； together with the bridle rein； he
drew his sabre with the right and rode back over the course。 His horse
moved like clockwork； his eye was true and his hand steady。 Three of
the wooden balls fell from the posts； split fairly in the middle； while from
the fourth he sliced off a goodly piece and left the remainder standing in
its place。
This performance； by far the best up to this point； and barely escaping
perfection； elicited a storm of applause。 The rider was not so well known
to the townspeople as some of the other participants； and his name passed
from mouth to mouth in answer to numerous inquiries。 The girl whose
token he had worn also became an object of renewed interest； because of
the result