Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1886-07-01
curHnrRr AND DIR. SHAW.

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nothing but groans? Give me leave to tell
you that man can murmur with his face,
sir, without opening his mouth Pray, under,
stand that-murmur with his face, sir.
! Wei, said Cuthbert, with little droop-.
4 ing of the head and a reluctant manner, II
will say that if did not know how neer your
wishes concerning me lay to your heart, l..
r."
Here he shrugged his shoulders, smiled
/ family and fell SILENT beating the ground
softly with his foot.
Pray finish your sentence. You would
correct pupil, / hope, for stammering.
broke in the irritable doctor
With an expression in his eyes which made
it very difficult to tell whether he was quite
rs much in earnest as his speech represented
him, Cuthbert exclaimed, with "a certain fas-
tidious emphasis:
81 think no young Englishman who reads
the papers but must sometimes feel a gener-
Gus ambition to share in the glories and
perils of the deeds which British soldiers and
| sailors are enacting in all parts of the world"
The doctor stared; his face hung between
seowl and grin; then he burst out sharp
| ly:
'The world is before you'll 1t is only your
own legs hinder your generous ambition
| What else stays you:"
"Your wishes
The doctor sneered
Or had better say my duty said the
young fellow, in a soft voice. looking for a
moment at his father, and then turning his
eyes aside and biting his lip.
"Dutyp cried the doctor, sarcastically.
"Are you stopped by the duty you owe me.
or the duty you owe yourself? If you want
to illustrate fine thoughts, give me something
better than brave words for proof If your
fathers calling is too low pursuit"
"Low, STRIP
81 said low"
Indeed, then"
"Hold your pratei How dare you inter
rupt me, sir | say that if your fathers
calling is too low a pursuit to satisfy your
vaulting mind, why, shake off the mean
burden loosen your wings, and leave your
duty behind YOU Tut! tutp he cried, mo-
tioning with his hand; off those are your
fancies, I'll not balk your qualification of
them, trust me! 1t is nothing, of course" he
continued with a bitterness he could not con-
ceal, though he would imagine his satirical
smile good mask, shat for twenty years
should have been sturdily plodding on in
hope of leaving you an established man of
sound report and name, narrowly holding
my earnings, with the blessed help of your
dead and sacred mother, that might give
you an Oxford training; nothing my vigor-
Gus toll, my slow and painful reaches to com
potency, of which what should YOU know
beyond what you have CLEANED from your
poor mothers tales of our early struggless
| Psffaw get you gone, my dearl There is
glory abroad, indeed murder lust and fire!
Now go and add your mite to the general
destruction, by the demolition of your
fathers hopeSr
This was high tragedy rant Something to
make modern laugh. But old gentlemen
used to spout somewhat in this way in those
days; and sons who called papas 'siI" listened
respectfully TO stronger stuff than this, as
you may see in the comedies of the age and
learn from the tales of your grandfather
"Father," cried Cumberland there shot
into his face a sudden expression of deep APP
peal that made its beauty as touching and as
soft womans-'you are not just to me.
do not wish to leave you. / glanced very
lightly at my fancies. Fancies they are
most trifiing; without influence indeed If
there is anything in my manner that causes
you uneasiness, / will reform IT."
But once more his keen glance went down.
ward, and the keen gaze of his fathers black
eyes assuredly belied their owners sagacity
ii he did not detect that something stood be-
tween him and his sons honesty
| Yet, divining no other reason that his SON
should not be honest with him than that no
was smarting under youthful impotence of
dull routine, he stuck like man to the skirts
Of Cuthbert's own suggestions.
II don't say" he remarked, in a softened
manner, that the business of educating
boys is not tedious. But after all, name me
the calling that has not something objection
able"
81 have said that 1 am content to remain
as am"
els that really so,"
"Truly So
"Yet you are not yourself, said the doc
tor, gazing doubtfully at his son; some
thing is amiss. Just now Juvenal was under
4 your nose and-let me see the book"
Cuthhert handed him the volume
"Well, it is Juvenal; but that is mere luck
for you never looked at if. What distracts
/ yous'
The young fellow folded his arms and re-
manned silent slowly swaying his foot.
Il date this change in you from the day of
your return from London" continued Dr.
Shaw, drawing from his pocket a small gilt
snuff box, and taking pinch ready to apply
when anger should set him shifting. II put
money into your hand for the holiday and
trusted TO your discretion to make it cheap
I purchase of enlarged views What did you
/ do in London. l need not ask you. You
have told me-you went sightseeing-and
believe you"
/ Cuthbert bit his lip.
That is enough, sir-I beiieue you" con-
tinued the doctor answering with emphasis
the brief glance that Cuthbert- threw at him.
"Now, am to suppose that this holiday up
q mot xrOlya
that YOU cannot walk London streets with
out your ambition taking fire from every
print shop
He paused, his hand with the pinch of snuff
in it suspended, and a light of angry triumph
in his eyes, as though he should say 1.-THE
secret cannot elude me- but hate the dis
covery"
Cuthbert rose and walked to the window.
and looked out upon the green swell of cliff
and the blue faint space of sea beyond
That there was a secret in his mind might
be known by the pain in his eyes and con-
traction of brow which told of a sudden in
ward wrestle
But these signs faded, leaving him not
paler than he was before, and with tran
gull smile, sweet with the melancholy and
docility in it, he turned to his father and
said
Nothing is amiss with me in the way you
suppose. Give me day or two for refec-
ton. | shall then have something to tell
you, and God knows what indulgence you
shall show me.
The doctor arched his eyebrows, and, with
a stiffening of his back, made his frill project
fercely.
i don't like your strong expressions, sir.
And pray, what have you done, that you
Should hesitate to avoyy it,,
And he stuck his head back until the hol
low of his throat showed above his white
tneckerchief
But if DIR. Shaw could be angry so, too,
could Cuthbert, his son, be obstinate; and the
touch of the mule that is in the composition
of most men shows nowhere more trans
parently than in handsome face
Give me your permission to leave you,
SIR said Cuthbert.
The doctor waived his hand, and Cuthbert
walked out.
Isaac Shaw was doctor of laws: and this
much could be said of him-that better
blood than his did not flow in any mans
veins in all that town of Greystone, and that
more of the learning which is not so much
wisdom scholarship thickened no mans
wits within the municipal area
But Isaac Shaw's learning was more to his
profit than honor, as it brought him pupils
but gave him no social advance beyond
fellow townsmen, inasmuch as not the rector,
even, had weight of erudition enough to sink
to the depths of his knowledge.
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