Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1892-12-15

a he rode away.
Can words picture the burning sense OF
wrong and Wild desire for revenge that
RACED within my heart was but II child.
scarce ten yeir, old. when that sharp blow
fen upon my face, but feel il still. as
though the spirit of evil had lurked within
the blow Mad from disgrace aud smart
in:, with pam, sought my mother Her
q"ick eye caught the mark, and holding
ne in he: arms 10 soothe me, She SAID.
What Is ii. my som"
Her mntAcrly sympathy Gained nv
wrath and wcpt
Tell me all, my son, she said. with a
loving accent in her voice, that is still
sounding i'll my ears
As soon rs could speak told her what
had seen and that had asked father to
help the poor people She held me still
neurer to her heart as though to make
amends for father, cruelty
Never mind, my son, she said when
you are u man you can try and remedy the
evils you lave seen and will continue to
See FOR man. years to come
70 mother, why are people driven from
home" cried. between the sobs that till
shook my frame
They are sent away because they can
not pay the rent.
What j. rent"
II, is money that men promise 10 pay for
the us. 81 land
But Why do people have TO pay for the
land they work.
Because ;cw men own the land and
the MANY must work it,
Bat they viii freeze to death. said,
my mind returning 10 the little children.
barefootcl mad nlnios; mixed in the bitter
cold
We caa do nothing 10 help them. said
my mother " have often tried bat it IL
ways yeXrd your flthrr
VA, the only son OF Lord Wavcrland.
who owned a large estate III the south
west pan oi ireland, near the beautiful
lake Killarney Ny father was n cold,
proud man. 'ho never loved anyone bt.,
himself. My mother was an herc,s when
lac married her. He soon gained .ossrs-
sion OF her wealth, for She was of !, loving.
lius;ins, nature, and having made him her
ideal. She was slow 10 realize that She WI,
liit!e mar, - ;!m t!Ian the lowest servant
il his inuIr
| remained n home under the direct in
fuencc ri my mother until was >iXtcea
wears OF age She had given 10 me and my
baby sister I'll the tender luye of her noble
heart. From her | had learned lessons OF
temperance and virtue, and IL holy rcyer-
eace Tor The Bible. How pleasant to my
memory are the hours we passed reading
aud talkin- together of the lessons tau ht
II the sarr"! Word, Or the troubles OF our
people. IAc scenes that first called my at
tent!oM 10 their suffering, hal become an
every day occurrence, and from my moth
er,s teachings had learned To feel more
hcUte!y than ever the injuries done them.
often from my childish purse had re
!ieved want and suffering. bl, never in
terferct in Lord Wavevund's business
ag,.in. His first cruel blow had left life
long impression.
The only way my father had ever cared
for me was in lifting III. for n country gen
tlelnan. Under his direction had taken
lessons iii shooting until | WAS one of the
best shots for miles around could ride
a well and fcariesSly us any of his noble
guests at the fox hunts. could swim and
dive in the beautiful Killarney as easily rs
the great white swans that had been nv
p!ayinates. And ! could drive four in
hand with the coachman himself For all
these things my father would pat me on
The shoulder and cXcluim with pride:
land
was nearly six feet tail, with good
share ot activity and strength. with blue
eyes fair fall face and open brow. Shud-
ed by dark brown hair. My great delight
was in riding The glad free sense that
came with being i. The saddle seeme,! u
part of my Very nature
The country around was wild and noun
famous in some directions. i'll others we
could see the beautiful lake. often rode
over the moor. which spread away in the
distance without house or track, nothing
but the tufts of purple and black heather.
till the mountains far away seemed to roll
up toward the sky in folds and peaks, l;ned
BY silvery threndlike catacacts, too dis
tant to be heard
My companions were few, for l had
loved solitude better than society. But
there was one family with whom we were