Judge — August 3, 1901 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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THE HELPEFULL GHOSTE. By Carolyn Wells, A MAYDE ther ben, and she was faire, I trowe, Hir skinne was reed like rose and whyte like snowe; Hir yelowe haire hung fairly doon hir bak, And of riche garmenture shee hadde no lak, And she was clepéd Ladye Madelon— But for to telle the tayle I wil go on, Hir fader was the Kyng of alle the coort, A joly manne, and championn atte spoort, Yet of acolerik naytur; and he sayde His doghter he wold never lette to wedde. A doughty knyghte ther was came to the town; Atte the mayde’s feet he layed his fortunes down. Then sayde the Kyng, hir fader, “ Goe thy waye; My doghter shal notte marye with thee! Nay And thogh the mayde ‘gan weepe and wish hir dedde, Hir cruel fader wold notte lette hir wedde. Ful oft the knyghte held conseil with the mayde, As if they mygthe hir fader yet perswade, Until it once bifel upon a daye, The knyghte saide : I've bethoght me of a waye! ‘elle me, faire ladye, if atte midnighte houre A ghoste shal haunte within thy castle-towre ?” “Yea,” quothe the ladye ; “I have heard ful ofte Of ghostes beseen at midnighte walkyng softe.” “ Ha!" cryed the knyghte, ‘I wil converse with one, And, sooth, methinks hys power can helpe us on.” ‘That nighte, when fel the stroke of midnighte houre, ‘The knyghte and ladye hid within the towre. But when, alas! to catch a ghoste they tryed, The misty phantome from their clutche wold glide. oH. ide the knyghte, “be notte disheartened yette, Here is a planne—a ghoste-trappe I will sete, And we wil catch a ghoste withouten doubte, For, once within, he cannot wel gette oute.” ‘They came next nighte. ‘The mayde hir hands didde clappe. For they behelde a ghoste caughte in the trappe! And in a voyce of miseree and wo ‘The ghoste besoght thatte they mighte lette him goe. “ Waite,” quoth the knyghte; “ thy freedome thou may'st carne, If but thatte thou wil doe us one goode turne. Appeare to-nighte, a weird and ghostely thyng, Beside the bedside of the sleeping Kyng, And saye thou'rt come to haunt him alle hys lyfe, ¢ thatte he give hys doghter mee toe wyfe.” Right gladly,” spake the ghoste, “I'll doe thy will.” And soe nexte nighte, when alle was darke and stille, ‘The ghoste—a frightful, grisly, grewsome thyng— Appeared unto the sowndely sleeping Kyng. ‘The ghoste then groaned and moaned with waylings dredde, “ Who's there? the Kyng cryed, lifting uppe hys hedde. he ghoste replyed, with depe and hollowe roare, “I've come, oh, Kyng! to haunt thee evermore, Save and unlesse thou givest thy doghter righte To wedde herself untoe her choseyn knyghte.” With gestyur then, as he hys nekke wold wring, The ghoste made fevat toe clutch the frightened Kyng. With quavering voyse the monarch made replye : joode ghoste, oh, harme me notte! for trewely I Wil let my doghter wedde with whom she wi— I sweare it! Pray, goode ghoste, doe me no il !* Hys missionn done, with moanes and groanes the ghoste Swifte fayded from the visionn of hys hoste. Nexte daye the Kyng untoe hys doghter said * Faire mayden, whom thou will’st thou mayest wedde.”” With joye the ladye called hie faithful knyghte, And with exultynge heartes their trothe they plighte. And ever after happilye they live Becos of the kinde helpe the ghoste didde give. 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