The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1880-06-18

A month after the death of his wife
he said to his mother, Ulfaa
II am going away from London,
mother"
"Why, my son p 81.
g cannot rest here.
eco you to the North %
cay, mother"
"To Richmount %
"Yes,. mother"
"That is whittier Sir Roland de Bots
has gone.'
He nodded. as
"Take heed, fair son.. Thou wilt wear
away thy life with the thought of venge-
ance. Perhaps the Norman meant no
harm when speaking as he did,
but my fair young wife died, good
mother" @ srs ~
"That is true. But remember she
was a naughty woman. Had she been
wiser, she would have laughed at thee,
and 50 cleared away. thy jealousy
- But she is dead Pr e@ It'll
u "Work for. thy child. DO not .waste
thy life in thoughts Of vengeance" "a
= must follow Sir Roland de .Bois- in
to the North. "se ga: 81. c5rat ss-us. 81
g Thou art thine own master, but
dost use thy mastership unwisely."
''And wilt thou care for my little Roth
while am away?"
g Most surely. Is hesnot. dear son, as
my own? Is he not my son?"
Next morning Vindor was gone, and
never through five years did they once
hear from him.
Even his mother Ulfaa had grown to
believe him dead. #aae
Little Roth, then nearly years old,
had heard of his father, had been told Of
his life, and often declared that he
would be a brave man, like his sire.
Ulfaa and her husband loved the child,
as indeed did Gurth and his wife Borsa,
who had no children of their own.
Elsay, the youngest child Of the old
people, petted the boy, and her lover
Edwy made his life happier.
One day, as the sun was setting on the
other side of the river, Roth being at
play near the house door of his former
grandfather's house, saw beggar ap-
preaching.
He looked old, and was bent. His
long hair streamed over his shoulder,
and his tunic was worn and tattered.
His bare legs we're tanned by expos
ure to the sun, and his feet were cut and
bruised.
CIVIL you have some bread and
water?" asked the child.
/ 1t is my son p cried the beggar,
falling upon his knees, and embracing
the little child.
+ "Grandam grandam !" called the
boy. "Father has come home, and he
I does not novel"
The unhappy man had tainted
/ When again he knew himself, he was
lying on a soft sheep-skin, spread over
mattress. His cut feet had been bathed,
and his family had made him as comfort
able as circumstances would permit.
Mother father p he said, looking
about him wildly. cha! I am home
once more before I die p
"Die, my ?" said his mother.
eyes of remorse p he replied. 81
cannot live. thank Heaven, which has
allowed me to return home before [
made an end of life Above all, bless
Heaven that can read my son lesson,
and that he is old enough and intelligent
enough to comprehend me.
They gathered about him, his brother
.Gurth playing lightly with the stick
which had accompanied Vindor in his
wanderings, while his father, his sister
Elsay and his youngest brother Edwy
drew near.
"Where is my son?'' he asked.
His mother, Ulfaa, who had not the
courage to look her dying and favorite
son in the face, and who was standing
behind the bed, made sign, and Borsa,
Gurth's wife, led the bright little fellow
forward.
Then thus spoke Vindor "My son,
never seek to be revenged upon your
enemy. Leave him to himself All bad
men suffer, and by killing them you will
relieve them from their suffering. But
that is not the danger The desire for
revenge kills you yourself. I am dying,
first, by reason Of my hate toward Sir
7 Roland de Bots and, in the second
place, because my remorse is so great
in having killed good man."
All started
"What do I hear ?" asked his mother.
You have, in your blind vengeance,
killed a hnman being?"
cay, mother Sir Roland had
cousin of the same name, and much like
him in appearance-though unlike him
in character-for he was q good man.
followed Sir Roland for years, wearing
out my life, and, only a month since, in
the twilight, mistook one for the 9TH
err, and killed one of the few Norman
gentlemen who have been kind and just
in their dealings with us Saxons."
Heaven forgive thee = said Vindor's
father.
"And now, my son." continued the
victim of his own desire for vengeance,
81 am come home to die Do not for
get what I say. Forgive Do not bear
vengeance, and be good man. Come
to me, he added, stretching out his hand.
The child held out his left hand, and
approached his father.
Remember he said; and then
quietly his head fell back.
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