Knight of the Cumberland, and dismount!''

The Knight of the Cumberland made no
move nor sound.

``Get off yo' hoss, son,'' said the Hon.
Sam kindly, ``and get down on yo' knees
at the feet of them steps. This fair young
Queen is a-goin' to put this chaplet on your
shinin' brow. That horse'll stand.''

The Knight of the Cumberland, after a
moment's hesitation, threw his leg over the
saddle and came to the steps with a slouching
gait and looking about him right and
left. The Blight, blushing prettily, took
the chaplet and went down the steps to
meet him.

``Unmask!'' I shouted.

``Yes, son,'' said the Hon. Sam, ``take
that rag off.''

Then Mollie's voice, clear and loud,
startled the crowd. ``You better not,
Dave Branham, fer if you do and this
other gal puts that thing on you, you'll
never--'' What penalty she was going to
inflict, I don't know, for the Knight of the