Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1880-04-24

Leontine, believe you have soul.
In another state of being we shall wander
side by side in friendly communion, think
ing of our life in the Silver Isle. You will
be faithful and true, know; we shall
understand things better then.
Perhaps then, Evangeline still living,
will be reading these lines, and will send
atender thought into the air for the Grip
pie who would yield up his life for her.
You see, my dog, there is nothing else that
binds me to this world-not even you. l
was growing into the spiritual likeness of
savage, my case fitting one for world
of evil thought, and she brought back to
me my better self. 1 was ready so to hate
myself and all mankind that no decd would
have been too black for my mins \ I con-
ceive and my hands to perform. 1t is no
slight service, Leontine, to have your sense
of self-respect restored to you, to be made
to feel, through the love of little child,
that, twisted out of all proportion as you
are through no fault of your own-your
nature is in kinship with much that is
beautiful and bright in earth and air. The
clouds, the flowers, the balmy air, the
sweet sounds of forest life, and |, are OF
one family. The clouds shine upon me,
the flowers incline towards me, the balmy
air kisses me, the harmony of nature is
not less sweet when l am by. 1t is only
man that is unkind. And l, knowing the
world, know that to bend and fawn and
lick the hand that wrongs you, destroys
within you the spirit of manhood, and
brings you to the normal level of the
snake, that crawls upon its belly and lives
in slime. So give scorn for scorn, and
make the best of what l was not able to
avoid.
'I took possession of the deserted man.
sion, and no soul disturbed me for years.
During all that time not human being
but myself entered the house. haunted
it in secret, and my mother was not able to
discover where l spent the days. She fol-
lowed me, and l tricked her; led her over
marsh and water-feld, and through the
prickly intricacies of the bush; | ran, and
walked, and fingered, with her behind me,
and never turned to see then | led her a
dance back to our wretched hut, laughing
to myself at the knowledge that | had a
palace of my own, whose treasures OF art
had opened the windows of my soul and let
in Heavens light
"' Where do you hide?' asked my
mother.
"' In cave, l answered.
"'Alone 2
"'No.'
"sW With whom, them she cried, suspi-
ciously.
"'With shadows, I said, laughing in
her face, that have life, but cannot
speak
"She asked me whether | was fool, a
knave or a mailman. asked her in return
whether she was really my mother? She
aimed blow at me, that struck the air.
"'You can tell me one thing, l said
composedly who owns u.s.
's' A great lord
"a man, do you mean?'
"No;a gentleman
"'A gentleman, and not man then
he is in bad case. And all this land is
his 2
"'Aye, for miles around.
"'Why does he not come here ?
"'You had better ask him when you see
him.
"'I will. When will he Gomez
"'When the within seizes him then you
will be whipped.
"'I think not l would fling the man
into the air who dared to touch me with
hand or weapon
''It was her turn to laugh now.
SOS You are a slave, she said, as l am.
You do not know what great men can do.
eel will wait and learn, said calmly.
81 saw that she was regarding me with
curiosity.
"sYou are changed, Ranf.
81 glanced overmy shoulder atmy hump.
1T has grown larger, l said it is big
enough for man..
"You are one in years.
81 was glad to hear that.
"'So,' l said commandingly, mother
or no mother, treat me as man.
81 compelled respect from her. 1t was
a poor triumph, Leontine, and it shames
me now to think felt proud of it.
81 am interrupted. There is tapping
at my door, as of some gentle creature
desiring shelter. Leontines head is in.
clined towards the door, and her soft eyes
are fixed upon mine Go, my dog, and
discover who it is that seeks admittance IL
manner so gracious.
"It is one of my white doves from the
lower hut. What brings you here, my
bird p? Have you message from spiritlant
tied under your wing? Am l summoned
No, my dove, not yet. shall live my
time, believe But it is kind of you to
come to see your wounded master, though
must have taught you badly that you
should come without being hidden. Thi
time forgive you. Fly to your dovecot'
and find your mate.
ITO be continued)
FOR CHIvALRY.
He donned his armor, girt his sword,