The Florida agriculturist. [volume] (DeLand, Fla.) 1878-1911, 1890-01-01
CHAPTER XI Continued.


him off, repudiating -cursing him for
ell l know-and the next thing there
came a messenger from the captain of
dis ship at Southampton. They brought
his watch. his ring, his sword and port
manteaus, and letter which was writ
ten on receipt of that his father sent
him-a long letter, that the old man
never read to any living soul, but broods
over to This day. The young fellow babe
them all good-by; he would not live to
disgrace them further, if that was what
was thought of him at home, and leaped
overheard from the steamer the night
after she weighed anchor-no one aboard
could tell Just when. but he was writing
in his state room as she cleared the har-
Dor, and the steward saw him undress-
ing at 8 o'clock. In the morning every
thing about his belongings was found in
perfect order-his letter to the captain
of the ship, the portmanteaus, watch,
ring, clothing, etc, just as he described
in that letter-and he was no more seen
1t was the conviction of all that he must
have leaped overheard in the darkness
when far out at sea.
tThen Mrs. Maitland bowed htF head
and never lifted it again. Then, all
alone. and fiercely rejecting anything
like sympathy, old Maitland took tc
travel-came here to America, wandered
around the world, stunning men as he
would these prairie wolves; and when
he had to go to England he would see nc
one but the attorneys and solicitors with
whom he had business Here at Dun
raven he is more content than anywhere,
because he is farther from the world.
Here Gladys is queen: twas she who
named it, two years ago, for her mother
was a connection Of the earls. But
Maitland even ahere hates to have his
name mentioned; and that is why say
he refers all business to me and keeps
himself out of everything. Do you see
what weight he carries?
Mr. Even had grown red with the in
tensity and rapidity of his talk. He re-
moved his hat and mopped his face and
brow with big silk handkerchief, anC
then glanced again at Perry, who haG
listened with absorbed interest and who
was now silently thinking it over, look
ing curiously at Even the while.
"Have | bored you half to death?"
asked the Englishman, somewhat rue.
fully. 81 never told that story before,
but it has been smoldering for years."
Bored? No! l never was more inter.
ested in my life. was thinking what a
different sort of fellow you were from
the man met out yonder the other day.
Did they never do anything to clear the
matter up? In our country it never
would have been allowed to rest there. ="
sit was too far gone; and when
the boy killed himself the thing was
used by all the government papers
you'd call them administration organs
as a confession of judgment When
the Lancers came home there was some
talk, but it was soon hushed. Maitland
had shut up the old place by that time
and gone no one knew where, but read
it in one of the London papers-Truth, |
think-a story that two of the irregulars
had quarreled with their fellows and
after the war was over told tale that
made a sensation in Cape Colony. They
said that the young officer was a ma
igned man; that up to midnight he had
pushed on, but every scout and patrol
they met warned them that thousands
of Zulus were ahead. and that it was