The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-06-08

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yourself. The knowledge comes slowly to a
man, / think; to woman ct one rush. But
when it comes, believe you may be strong.
Now leave me to think, for my head is ell of
a tangle."
Our pace was so slow Qbv reason of the
lame horse that O great part of the after
noon was spent before we came in sight of
the House of Gleys. And truly the yellow
sunshine had flung some warmth about the
naked walls and turrets, so that Delas home
coming seemed not altogether cherries. But
what gave US more happiness was TO spy, on
the blue water beyond, the bright canvas of
the Godsend, and to hear the cries and stir
of Billy Pottery's marines as they hauled
down the sails.
And Billy himself was on the lookout with
his spyglass For hardly were we come to
the beach when our signal-the waving of a
white kerchief-was answered by another on
board, and within half an hour boat puts
off, wherein, as she drew nearer, counted
eight fellows.
They were besides Billy Matt Soames, the
master; Gabriel Hutchins, Ned Masters, the
black man Sampson, Ben Halliday and two
whose sill names have forgot-but one
was called Nicholas. And, after many warm
greetings, the boat was made fast, and we
climbed. up along the peninsula together, in
close order, like little army.
All this time there was no sign or sound
about the House of Gleys to show that any
one marked US or noted our movements. The
gate was closed, the windows stood suffered.
as on my former visit; even the chimneys
were smokeleSs. Such effect had this desc
lation on our spirits that, drawing near, we
fell to speaking in whispers, and said Ned
Masters:
"Now man would think US come to bury
somebody's
HE might make worse guess" an
swered
Marching up to tho gate 1 rang loud peal
on the BELL and, to my establishment, before
the echoes had time to die away, the grating
was pushed back and the key turned in the
J lock-
'Step We in-step We in, good folllsl 4 sor-
ry day-a day of sobssm' tears an afflicted
hlowinss of the nose-when the grasshopper
is n burden an the mourners go about seeking
| whom they may devour the funeral meats.
Y are welcome, gentlemen"
Twas the voice of nv one eyed friend as
he uudid the bolts; and now lie stood in the
| gateway with prodigious black sash across
his canary livery, so long that the ends of it
{ swept the flagstones.
SIS Master Tingcomb withinY' l helped
Della to disInount, and gave our two horses
to stable boy that stood shuffling some PAGES
off
"Alasln-the old man heaved deep sigh,
and with that began to hobble across the yard.
! We trooped after, wondering At the house
door he turned:
''Sirs, there is cold roasted capons, an a
ham, an radishes in choice profusion for such
as be not troubled wi the wind; an cordial
, wines-alack the day"
He squeezed frosty tear from his enc eye,
and led US to large bare hall, hung round
, with portraits; where was table spread with
! plenty of victuals, and horn handled knives
: and forks beside plates of pewter; and at the
, table man in black, eating. He had straight
hair and q sallow face; and looked up as we
entered, but, groaning, in q moment fell tc
again.
EAT, sirs,n the old servitor exhorted us
''alas! that man may take nothing out O. the
worldr'
| know not who of US was most taken
aback. But noting Delia's sad, wondering
face, as her eyes wandered round the neg.
lected room and rested on the tattered por
traits, lost patience.
''Our business is with Master Hannibal
. Tingcomb," said I, sharply.
= The straight haired man looked up again
), his mouth full of ham.
"Hushr'-he held his fork up, and shook
, his head sorrowfully, and wondered where
had seen him before. "Hast thou angel:
: w1ngs?' he asked.
> why, no, sir; but the DEVILS own boots
as you shall find if l be not answered.
Young man-young man." broke in tbs
one eyed butler, "our minister is good min
I. lister, an speaks roundabout as such; but the
= short is, that my master is dead, an in hi
. =aiaflinn
''The mortal part" corrected Che minister
= cutting another slice.
Say, the immortal is a-trippin' it i tn
New Jeroosalem; but the mortal was yer,
: lamentably took Wi fit three days back
! the same day, young man, as thou Games
y VII thy bloody threats"
:. "a fitF
cay, sir, an verify such a fit as thou thy
>, se' witnessed. Twas the third attack, an
: he cried, 'Ohl' he did, an 'Ahr-just lib
e that. 'Ohr and then Abr Such were hi
last dyin' speech. Dear MASTER says
there's no call to die so hard;' but might S
well ha' whistled, for he was dead as nails
A beautiful corpse, sirs, dang my buttonsl"
''Show him to u.s."
10 ''Willingly, young man." He led the wa
II to the very room where Master Tingcom
y and 1 had held our interview. As before
- six candles were burning there, but the tabl
IL was pushed into q corner, and now thei
light fell on a long, black coffin, resting o
10 trestles in the center of the room. The cofi
81 vyan oIOcad ard Studdud with silver nails. n
the lid was a silver plate bearing these WORD
10 written: HANNIBAL Tingcomb, MDcxLm,
VI with text of Scripture below.
7 ''Why have you nailed him down!" asked
in snow where be thy bowels, young man, I
Ne talk SO unfeelin'2 An where be thy exper
"a ence, not to know the ways o the blcsse
r. dead in summer timel'
il. ''When do you buryhima"
as Tomorrow forenoon The spot is tw
mile from here" He blinked at me, and he
ne itated for minute rs it your purpos
en- sirs, to atteudF'
er BE sure OF that" 1 said, grirnly. as
" have beds ready tonight for all our con
pany."
ma Gan thy Dear sir, consider; where al
IN beds to be founda Sure. thy mariners ca
ed pass the night aboard their own ship7'
ly $50 Them thought l, ''you have been c
to the lookout" but Della replied for me:
81 am Della Killigrew, and mistress of tn
" house. You will prepare the beds as you al
q told.n Whereupon what does that decrep
e- old sinner but drop upon his knees.
nv Mistress Della! Oh, goodly feast for til
be one poor eyel Oh, that Master Tingcou
re had seen this day."
ly declare the tears were running down