The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1896-03-13


trembling dismny TINT CLEANED softtS
and sped into air. B
Now, yew jest don't want to do
nothin' o. the kind, !" Miss Lucy insist
ed. 81 reckon yew know as much a.
| yew want to know, an IL yew follow
my advice, yew'll leave we'll enough
alone. A mans brain amt to be sp0ked
about like an apple or O potato. nm
that thar doctor amt 90 dogg0ne
sartin that he can do what he sez he
can, when he's finished"
Herbert saw that the subject dis
pleased Lucy, and he put her objcc-
lions to the account Of anxiety for his
safety. al
.Since you think It unwlse," he said,
at last, II won't have 1t done-at any
rate, not just yet; but I'll turn It over
in my mind"
"ies." Lucy replied, with content.
ed smile, think 1t over, an take .
good. long while in thinkin'. an when
yew've finished with one lot, 70 on
with another lot, jest to please me,
that's good boy"
In spite Of his firtati0ns with Lady
Evelyne, there was no woman In the
world who. to Herbert's mind, stood
on anything like the pedestal to which
his loving admiration had raised Lucy
Her wish was kind Of unwritten law
to him. He thought her objections
womanlike and not all reasonable, but
he admitted them, nevertheless.
During the few days that followed
he pondered over Sir Williams propos-
al, and his opinion varied according to
the company in which he found him
self. When he was with Lucy he con-
coded that perhaps she might be right;
but when he basked in the sunshine Of
Lady Evelyne's smiles-a now fire.
quent occurrence. much too frequent
to please Mr. David Maclane-his opin-
ion veered in the opposite direction.
and he was anxious to submit himself
to the great surgeons knife.
Figures had always been worry to
Herbert, and now they proved sore
bother to him. The possession Of an
estate brings its burdens with it, and
one of these is that they have to be
managed. Tenants were continually
grumbling, and grumbling tenants had
to be seen and pacified. earbert had
appointed the morning hour from o to
10 for this purpose, and was seated, OH
one such morning. behind his writing
desk. a sucking Richelieu administer
ing the affairs of his little state, when
the name Of Frederick Ashland was
brought up to him. He remembered it
from his rent-roll as one of his tenants
at Clancy Green.
II wonder what he wants" Herbert
said to himself. '"These men are al
ways wanting something or other"
Frederick Ashland was sushered
in "a burly, broad-shouldered,
broad-chested John Bull farmer,
with a jolly, round and ruddy
face beaming with good temper and
good nature, and clean shaver but for
q pair of small side whiskers,
Had Herbert been able to carry in
his mind the slightest memory of Dick
Ashland, there he would have recog-
nized the very picture Of the murdered
man. The resemblance Of the two
brothers was startling. The living
Frederick was the very counterpart Of
the dead Richard. Even the costume
had similarity, as Dick Ashland al
ways ACQUIRED himself as far as he
could, in the garb Of q midland farmer.
1--WE bin tryin' to have q word with
you, my lord, these days past" said
Frederick Ashland, when the custom
airy courtesies had been passed, ''as
I've bin in hopes O gettin' news from
you o. that theer brother o. mine
Dick. his name fs-as we amt heerd
Of this many day."
II don't quite understand you, Ash
land" said the young earl. "How can
you expect to get news of your BROTH
er through me!'
why, sure-e-lie, Lord Cleve, you an
Dick was fast friends. an he did write
to me from that outlandish place in
America, that you was a-comin' to see
him. That's years ago, now. An then
he did write as he had found gold, an
you was a-comin' to help him get it,
but ] weern't to say nothin' about it
to nobody until he'd let me know more
on it. But, Lor' bless you, my lord,
never heerd no more about it from that
day to this, IN never got. mo hanswer.
An It do TEX the shine out of maan,
when his own brother won't write an
say to him how he's gettin' on
Herbert had listened to this speech
with open mouth and eyes astare.
'sYou say" he asked, ''that your
brother wrote to you that was COM
ing to him to help him get gold?''
faye, aye, my lord" was the ready
answer.
"And where did your brother live?"
Herbert inquired, with curious crap
ping at his mind.
Cro be Continued y
CAN WALK, SWIM OR FLY.