The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1874-01-29
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acquired during his mincrity w~s
i thoroughbred filly, and he felt ces
tain that she-being ! hosso Of ID,
FIRST families-would be able TO sslay
out" anything that could be bfosghi
against her. He was very anxious
about the race, and therefore rose
| early, and went ont int the mosuins
hight thst he might look at his mare,
and feel Of her perfect legs, TO mako
sure that she was in good condition.
/ "Ah right, Dollyy he ssid-salI
right this morning, old lsdys chi
You'll beat all the scrubs: wont
you?" M H4##.a asa ii
In this exhilarsting statc Of anxisty
and expectation, Moeton came %
breakfast, only to have his breath
taken away. His mother asked him
to ride 10 meeting with her, and it
was almost rs hard to deny her % IL
was to give up the race At sThc
Forks" siN a
Rough associations had made youag
Goodwin rough man. His was .
nature buoyant, generous, aud COM
plaisant, very likely 10 take the color
Of his surroundings. The catalogue
Of his bad habits Is sufRciently
shocking to us who live in this bsstsf
day of Sunday school morsity. He
often swore in = way that might
have edited the army in Flanders.
He spent his Sundays in hunting,
fishing, and riding horsc-races, ex-
cept when he was needed to escort
his mother to meeting. He bet ON
cards, and am afraid he drank to
intoxication sometimes. Though he
was too proud and manly to lie, and
too pure 10 be unchaste, he was mot
a promising young man. Tho chanc.
es that he would make . fairly suc-
cessful trip through life did not pre-
ponderate over the chances that he
would wreck himself by intemper-
ance and gambling. But his roagh-
ness was strangely veincd by noble-
ness. This rude, rollicking, swear
ing young fellow had q chivalrous
loyalty to his mother, which held
him always ready to devote himself
in any way TO her service.
On her part, she was, indeed, .
woman worthy of reverence. Her
father had been one Of those fine old
Irish gentlemen. with grand manners,
extravagant habits, generous i'm
pulses, brilliant wit, ruddy nose,
and final bankruptcy. His daughter,
Jane Morton, had married Job Good
win, returned soldier Of the Reyo-
lution--a man who was 81 poor man.
ager." He lost his pat.imony, and,
what is worse, lost heart. Upon his
wife. therefore, had dcyolved heavy
burdens. But her. face was yet
fresh, and her hair, even when an
chored back to a. great tuck-comb,
showed an errant,. Irish tendency to
curl Morton's hung in waves about
his neck, and he cheriahcd his curls,
proud Of the, resemblance to his
imother, whom he considereds = very
Aqassu, 10 deserved righk ssyaNy Sslgl
|, Butt Ms hard wlNa; he had
been training the flley from = colt,
when he had looked forward for
months to this race 40 = time Of tri-
umph-to have so severe strain put
upon his devotion to his mother.t
When she made the request, he did
not reply. He went to the barn, and
stroked the 6lley's lcgs-how perfect
they were!-and gave vent to some
very old and wicked oaths. He was
just making up his mind to throw
the saddle on Dolly and be off to the
Forks, when his decision was curious
ly turned by q word from his brother
Henry, a lad of twelve, who had fol-
lowed Morton to the stable, and now
stood in the door.
mort" said he, I'D go anyhow,
il was you. ! wouldn't stand it.
You 90 and run Doll, and lick Bill
Conkey's bay fer him. He'll think
you're afeard, ef you don't. The old
lady hain't got no right to make you
set and listen to old Donaldson on
sech purity day rs this"
s.Looky here, Hem" broke out
Morton, looking up from the medita-
tive scratching Of Dolly's fetlocks,
"don't you talk that way about moth
er. She's every inch q lady, and it's
a blamed hard life she's had to foller,
between pappy's lnopin' and the girls
all a-dyin' and Lewis bad end-and
you and me not promisin' much bet
ter. It's mighty little | kin do to
make things kind of easy for her, and
I'll go to meetin' every day in the
week, ef she says 80.
"She'll make q Presbyterian outen
you, Mort; see eff she don't"
mary Presbyterian. They's no
Presbyterian in me. I'm hard nut.
| would like 10 be elder, or q min
lister, if it was in me, though, just to
see the smile spread all over her face
whenever she'd think about it.
Looky here, Hen! I'll tell you some
thing. Mothers about forty times
too good for as. When I had the
scarlet fever, and was cross, she used
to set on the side Of the bed, and tell
me stories, about knights and such
like, that she'd read about in grand
fathers books when she was girl
jam up good stories, too. You bet
ter believe, liked the knights, be-
cause they rode fine horses, and was
always ready to fight anything that
come along, but always fair and
square, you know. And she told me
how the knights fit fer their religion,
and fer ladies', and fer everybody
that had got tromped down by some
body else. wished I'd been .
knight myself. l lowed it would be
some to fight for somebody in trouble,
or somethin' good. But then it
seemed as if I couldn't find nothin'
worth the fghtin' fer. One day l
lay a-thinkin', and a-lookin' At moth
er's white lady hands, and face fit
fer q queens. And in them days
she let her hair hang down in long
curls, and her black eyes was bright
like as if they had . light inside Of
'em, you know. She scds queen, I
tell YOU! And all at.wunst il come