Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1897-12-30

Brumm. in which Goldwin's was situat.
! ca. 1t lay in the opposite direction to
| the road by which he entered the city and
in region which had no attraction for
any explorer-one of those shabby, sordid,
newly built quarters, which have no inter
est save to the tax gatherer, the city mis-
sionary or the philanthropist.
| There stood Goldwin's, with its long
| lines OF windows all of the same pattern
and It's iron balconies one above the 9TH
er, giving it the appearance of a gigantic
| iron cage. as 1t were-the prison-house of
the unconvicted poverty. Lashmar stood
On the opposite side Of the narrow street
gazing up at that barrack and picturing
his brothers distorted figure, those long,
1.-the arms of his drawing him upward
from story to story, the slender fingers
ciinging to yonder ratings. The lord of
broad lands risking his life and limb to
save one little child, whose face he had
never seen.
1T was noble thing to do" thought
Lashmar. II ought to have valued her
Tor the sake Of that great deed. Decent
feeling, the respect due to my dead broth.
er, should have made me kinder to her"
that aggregate of struggling humanity.
The police had been here at the beginning
OF their quest and had assured themselves
that no such person as the fugitive from
Lashmar Castle had applied for lodging
at Goldwin's. He expected to get no in
formation here and yet he hung about the
place in his dependency, not knowing
where to 60 or what to do next, feeling
tmpelled to do something, were it only to
wander from street to street, in the vague
hope Of meeting the fugitive face to face
at some unexpected corner.
Presently he saw a respectable, elderly
woman, with a market basket on her arm,
going in under the archway which opened
into a stony quadrangle. He followed
and accosted her.
MAY l ask, madam, il you have been
long resident here?"
The matron turned and confronted
Lashmar in some confusion, startled by
the stately address, the tall, upright fig
ure and darkly handsome face, and that
indescribable, inexpressible air which is
ordinarily the result Of high birth and a
West End tailor. Not often-no, not even
when an election was on-did such q
young Alcibiades enter beneath yonder
arch.
Yes, sir, I have lived here over twenty
years, almost ever since the houses were
built
Then you remember the FIRE here?"
Yes, indeed, sir; and have good cause
to remember it, for my poor little bits of
furniture were all burned, things as I'd
had from my poor mother and as belonged
father hafnru hov L
farmer in small way in Herefordshire.
very sad,' murmured Lashmar. "Did
you happen to know man called Bold
wood?"
"Boldwood, that lost his life in the FIRE :?
Everybody knew Mr.. Boldwood, He was
great man, my husband used to say. a
man that ought to have been a cabinet
minister; man that had poor peoples
interests at heart, and would have fought
our battles, il he'd ever come into power.
And quite gentleman, too, though rath-
er rough-looking and careless about his
clothes; and such loving father to his
little girl. She was adopted by the late
Lord Lashmar and has been brought mn
like . lady. The little girl used to sit out
on the balcony all day In summer time"
said the woman. HOLLYWOOD had put M
IN extra rail to make it safer for her, and
mad divided on his bit Of balcony from
the rest with wire netting, 80 that she
sat there all alone like bird In a cage. 4
He didn't want her to mix with the other
children, and she didn't seem to want to
play with them. She was very shy. and
when they spoke to her she answered In
foreign language. She had her little
toys, and she seemed to amuse herself
contentedly hour after hour; but l al
ways felt sorry for her in those long, lone
" days, when her father was away"
Certainly q sad and solitary infancy.
followed by desolate girlhood.
'She used to watch the funerals going
By to the cemetery" said the dame, who
had no desire to cut short the converse
ton, albeit the rudiments OF her hus-
bands high tea were lying in her basket
and the day was wearing towards after
noon. There wasn't near 80 many houses
about here in those days. It was almost
open country, and she could see every
thing that went along the road to the
cemetery, and used to sit and watch and
watch and wonder and wonder. could
zee 1t In her face, sometimes, when l
stopped to look at her. But she never
AbkeO me no QueouOQS. Sne little thought
how soon her daddy, that she was 30 fond
Of, would be lying in that cemetery"
rs 1t near hereT asked Lashmar.
"Not half q mile."
"1'll 50 and look at Boldwood's crave.
Good-moinins, madam. II you VIII ac-
cept tribe by way Of"
he did not further explain himself. but
dropped some loose silver into the mat
ron's willing hand and left her curtesyinr
on the pavement. Was there ever such q
gentleman-so noble looking, 30 free In his
manners and 30 open handed?
Lashmar found his way to the ceme-
terry, which had been placed remote from
the town IN the first instance and was
still In the outskirts. It was q noble
cemetery ~ to spaciousness, though q
little monotoneus 40 to art. But trees
and shrubs had thriven, the place was
neatly kept and on Sunday evenings this
garden Of death was Z favorite resort for
the sober and serious among the working
peopls Of Brumm. tie people who liked
70 % q chapel and take their quiet walk
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