The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1894-12-29
OXxZA1 I H1V III
MY OLD NURSES STORY.

M JILL A>CAsoAL - oAoASA'
I was now almost 10. l had COM
pleted the usual curriculum of study
at one of the Scotch universities and
possessed > fair knowledge of math-
ematics and physics, and what con-
>iIered rather more than good fOun-
dation for classical and metaphysical
requirement. l resolved to apply for
the first suitable situation that offered.
But l was spared the trouble. A GER
tain Lord Hilton, an English noble
man. residing in one Of the midland
counties, having heard that one OF my
fathers sons was DESTROYS of such O
situation, wrote to him, offering me the
post of tutor to his two boys, of the
ages of ten and twelve. He had been
partly educated at 4 Scotch university;
and this, it may be, had prejudiced
him in favor OF a Scotch tutor; while
an ancient alliance of the families by
marriage was supposed by my nurse
to be the reason of his Offering me the
situation. OF this connection, how
ever, my fatb~r said nothing to me,
and it went for nothing In my antici-
pations. was to receive hundred
pounds year, and to hold In the
family the position of a gentleman,
which might mean anything or moth
ing, according to the disposition of the
heads Of the family. Preparations for
my departure were Immediately COM
menced.
l set out one evening for the cottage
of my old nurse, to bid her goodbye
for many months, probably Years. l
was to leave the next day for Edin-
bu,gh, on ry way t. London, whence
had to repair by coach to my new
abode almost to me like the land be-
yond the grave, so little did l know
about it, and so wide was the separa-
ton between it and my home.
81 am come to bid you goodbye,
Margaret, and to hear the story which
you promised to tell me before l left
home; 90 tomorrow"
"Do you 20 so soon, my darling?
Well, it will be an awful night to tell
it in: but as 1 promised, suppose J
must"
eyes, indeed, you must" 1 replied.
"How old the story is. do not know.
It has come down through many gen.
erations My grandmother told 1t to
me as tell it to you; and her mother
and my mother sat beside, never In
terrupting, but nodding their heads at
every turn. Almost it ought to begin
like the fairy tales, Once upon a
time it took place 50 long ago; but 1t
is too dreadful and too true to tell like
a fairy tale. There were two brothers
sons Of the chief of our clan, but as
different in appearance and DISPOSE
ton as two men could be. The elder
was fair-haired and strong. much
given to hunting and fishing; fighting.
too, upon occasion, dare say. when
they made a foray upon the Saxon, to
get back a mouthful of their own.
But he was gentleness itself to every
one about him. and the very soul OF
was very dark in complexion. and tall
and slender compared to his brother.
He was very fond Of boOk-learning.
honor in all his dealings. The younger
which. they say, was an uncommon
taste In those times He did not care
for any sports or bodily exercises bur
one: and that. too, was unusual IN
these parts. 1t was Workmanship. He
was a fierce rider, and as much Mt
home in the saddle as In his study
chair. You may think that, so long
ago. there was not much fit room for
riding hereabouts; but fit. or not fit,
he rode. From his reading and riding.
the neighbors looked dOubtfully upon
him. and whisper Il at' ut the black
art He usually be:<tro''e great, pow
arf,.l black he rise, without a white hair
on him, and people said 1t was either
the devil himself, or dem0n-hOrse
from the devils own stud. What Ia
vored this notion was, that, In or out
of the stable, the brute would let no
other than his master go near him.
Indeed, no one would venture, after
he had killed two men, and grievously
MANNED the third, tearing him with his
teeth and hoofs like q wild beast But
% his master he was obedient % .