The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1888-01-26

servant. hardly . maid, but Reuben 70.
piled that he had saved more tnau
enough money to keep himself. and
should live with Mrs. Dalrymple with.
out pay. and wait upon her-h
shouldn't leave her to the mercies OF /
dirty maid of.all-work. And 20 he had
done.
The farmer stopped to greet Reuben,
and the two expatiated for some min.
utes. to their hearts content, not II
favor Of Oscar Dalrymple.
would you believe that he wanted
to charge Mrs. Dalrymple rent for that
poor house we are in? It's fact; but
den t you mention it again.
Impossible, said the farmer. s'On
her own estate-at least. what was heri
for years.
He did. and he gets it. Otherl
manage it for her. for she couldn't
afford to pay it. He is bad man.
Ali If my poor young master had not
been SO rash! He would have come
into the Dalrymple estate, Mr.. Lee"
''What, Mr.. Charles would?'
AS true as we are here" said Reu.
ben. The heir. Sir Charles only son,
is dead, and my poor Mr.. Charles wal
the next heir. Though l dare say he
never gave it a thought, in life, that
the title and estates would ever drop "a
him."
.'Why, he'd have come to be Bar.
onet then, If he had lived"
"A Baronet with large rent roll.
Sir Charles Dalrymple is in very bad
health, and can not last long"
docs it come to that grasp-all?''
breathlessly uttered the farmer, jerk.
ing his head in the direction Of the
Grange.
mo; more's the blessing" returned
Reuben. '.Moat- range was entailed
on him, but Dalrymple's not. At Sit
Charles death the title lapses now;
and I'm sure l don't know who'll gel
the money, except that il won't b.
Oscar Dalrymple; he's no favorits
there. hope Sir Charles will remem.
Der my poor mistress"
IF folks tell true" said the farmer,
''it is Sir Charles who has helped he'll
ever since our Master Charles died"
Reuben made no reply. He did moi
choose to assist the gossip of the neigh.
borhood.
'.And to think that Master Charles
should have made away with himself
through bit of temporary embarrass.
ment, when If he had stood it out and
battled with the storm, he would have
succeeded to Dalrympler' uttered the
amazed farmer. as he said good-day Il
Reuben.
CHAPTERIx.
Positive rebellion came; open war
fare between Oscar Dalrynple and hia
tenants. The notice Of rent-raising,
served upon several, had been with.
drawn, and notice to quit substituted.
To Farmer Lee amongst others. The
farms were let over their heads, and Il
vas known that the next thing would
De ejectment. The whole neighbor
rood. formerly SO peaceful, was in cx,
.itement.
Michaelmas day was very near, and
meeting was held one night ii
farmer Lees. It could not be called
ecret meeting, for the farmer would
ave disdaincd the name, but sevcra.
tole to it with caution, conscious that
heir hearts were ready to speal
reason against their landlord.
''Have We heard the fresh move.
nentP" asked Farmer Watkins, wher
le entered.
i've heard Il" responded an eager
7oice. 'sThoms is OUT
"How did they get him out at lastP"
"Lnroofied him"
.Non
"They did. As they did last wecl
by the huts on the common. Its shame
full"
1.-THE next ejectmcnt viii be me, :"
said Farmer Lee. "They won't have
to unroof this, though, for shall 20
out quiet. when the time comes"
You willp" echoed q neighbcr, in
surprise.
whats the good of holding outP Il
would only draw down expenses and
trouble upon US. They have got the
law upon their side. Wen talk il
over presently when all have come in,
but think we must decide to give up,
and what one does, all had better do. y
''Give in to hardship" roared {
farmer.
1.-The thing is this" said Mr.. Lea
who was the largest holder on the cs
tate, won't it make the hardship
worse to defy them?"
"Well, let Dalrymple look to him
SELF" significantly observed Farmer
Bumford. Hell get served out, maj
be-"
How can hep We have no powe,
to serve him out"
1--WE haven't; and should be afraid
to use it, perhaps, If we had. But that
unfortunate lot he elected from the
they aren't afraid. They arr
all collecting there now, as came by.
and If there amt mischief brewing,
my names not Dick Bumford."
"What do you think they will do?"
asked Miss Judith Lee, who had en-.
tered to bring large silver tankard O,
ale, and heard the last sentence with
awe.
"Why, they'll duck Dalrymple il
the nearest horse-pond, the first time
they catch him abroad, that's my opin.
ion," answered jolly Mr.. Bumford.
lis that alp" said Miss Judith, q
feared you meant worse, for they an
q lawless lot, if provoked. A duckine
would do him good. Poor things, =
she added, Its enough to make then
lawless; the roofs torn off their head.
and they forced out. / thought TIL
now that such practices were confined
to Ireland. What is he razing the cot
tages to the ground for?'
ITO build up houses in their stead
which is what he means to do BY
Thoms' cottage. No danger that Os.
car Dalrymple will 60 and unrooi
houses unless they are to come down
he won't cost himselfa useless penny"
The unfortunate lot, spoken Of BY
Mr.. Bumford were collecting on the
outskirts of h. common. in view Of
their late homes, and hat Mr.. Dalrym.
pie appeared then. he mi ht have been
thankful to escape with only ducking,
for anger and revenge were at work
within them. The group were in harsh
nnnvnrso when fnnf Stano xuaro hoo ~