Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1897-05-13
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quick Tightening Of the eyes, and the
suspicion OF a smile in the depths Of
bis curly beard, He turned % Erring-
ton.
rs this true? You came here on pur-
pose, knowing the ground was private
property"
Errington, in his turn, lifted his cap
from his clustering brown curls with
tfat serene and stately court manner
which was to him second nature.
I'VE did" he confessed, quietly fol-
lowing Lorimsr's cue, and seeing also
that it was best to no straightforward.
I'VE heard you spoken of in Bosekop,
and We came to see If you would permit
us the honor of your acquaintance.
The old man struck mis- pine-staff
violently into the ground and his face
flushed wrathfully
"Bosekop" he exclaimed. Talk to
me of q wasps nest! Bosekop! You
shall hear enough to satisfy your appe-
title for news. Bosekop! In the days
when my race ruled the land, such
people as they that dwell there would
have been put - sharpen ny sword on
the arirdstCne, or to wait. hungry and
humble, for the refuse OF the food left
from. my table,
He spoke with extraordinary heat
and pc ssion,-it was evidently neces-
sary 10 soothe him. Lorimer took a
covert gIance backward over his shoul-
der towards the lattice window, and
saw that the white figure at the spin
Fir s-wheel had disappeared.
MY dear Mr.. Guldemar," he then said
with polite fervor, II assure you l
think the Rosekop folk by no means
deserve to sharpen your sword on the
srlndstore, or to enjoy the remains of
your dinner! Myself, l despise them!
NJ" friend here, Sir Philip Errinston
despises them-don't you, Phil?"
Errington nodded demurely.
What my friend said just now is
perfectly true" continued Lorimer
I'VE desire the honor of your acquaint-
ance,-it will charm and delight lis
above all things"'
And his face beamed with a candid,
winning boyish smile, which was very
captivating in its own way, and which
certainly had its effect OF the old bonde,
for his tone softened though he said
gravely-
My acquaintance, young men,
never sought by anybody. Those who
are wise, keep away from me. | love
not strangers, it is best you should know
it. | freely pardon your trespass, tax
your leave, and go in peace"
The two friends exchanged discon-
ISOLATE looks. There really seemed
nothing for it., but to obey this unpleas-
ing command Errington made on
more venture.
May | hope, Mr.. Guldmar," he said
with persuasive courtesy, that you will
break through your apparent rule
Seclusion for once and visit me on
board my yacht? You have no doub
seen her-the Eulalie-she lies at
anchor in the Fjord"
The bonde looked him straight in tn
eyes. II have seen her. A fair toy
vessel to amuse an idle young man S
leisure! You are he that in that fool
hole of a Bosekop, is known as the
rich Englishman, an idle trifler wit
time,-an aimless waude:-cr from those
dull shores where they eat gold till
they die OF surfeit! have heard
you-a mushroom knight, fungus o
nobility-an ephemeral growth on a
grand decaying old tree, whose root
lie buried in the annals of far for
gotten past"
The rich, deep voice of the old man
quivered as he spoke, and shadow OF
melancholy fitted across his brow
Errngton listened with unrutfied pa
t:ence. He heard himself, his pleasures,
his wealth, his rank, thus made light
of, without the least offense. He met
the steady gaze of the bonde quietly,
and slightly bent his head as though
in Difference to his remarks.
You are quite right" he said, simply.
I'VE modern men are but pigmies com
pared with the giants Of old time
Royal blood itself is tainted nowadays
But, for myself, | attach no Importance
to the mere appurtenances OF life-th
baggage that accompanies one on tina
brief journey. Life Itself is quite
enough for me-
And for me too" averred Lorimer
delighted that his friend had taken the
old farmers scornful observations so
good-naturedly. But do you know.
Mr.. Guldmar, you are making life un
pleasant for us just now, by turning us
out? rhe conversation is becoming
interesting! Why not prolong it? w
have no friends in Bosekop, and we are
to anchor here for some days. Surely
you will allow us to come and see you
again."
Olaf Gulmar was silent He adj
yanced step nearer, and studied them
both with such earnest and search
ing strutiny, that as they remembers
the real attraction that had drawn
them thither, the conscious bloc
mounted to their faces, flushing Err
ringtons forehead to the very roots Q
his curly brown hair. Still the old
man gazed az though he sought to read
+heir worry sn,,ls He ruuttared Gorne