The Red Cloud chief., 1898-06-17
A Brave Coward.
BY Robert Louis Stevenson.


ties. and no sense of d~rowsinCss or
fatigue.
] rose and sat by the fire, Watching
the trees and clouds unanimously toss
Ing and fleeing overhead. and harkcn-
ing to the wind and rollers along the
shore. till at length. growing weary of
inactiOn, | quilted the den, and strolled
toward the borders OF the wood. A
young moon, buried in mist, gave a
faint illumination to my steps. and the
light grew brighter as walked forth
into the links. At the same moment.
the wind, smelling salt of the open
ocean and carrying particles Of sand.
struck me with its full force, SO that
I had to bow my head.
When | raised il again to look about
me, | was aware OF a light in the paw.
lion. IL was not stationary. but passed
from one window to another. as though
some one were reviewing the different
apartments with a lamp or candle. |
watched ii for some seconds in great
surprise. When I had arrived in the
afternoon the house had been plainly
deserted; now II was as plainly occu-
pied. Ii was my first idea that a gang
OF thieves might have broken in and
be now ransacking Northmour's cup
boards. which were many and not i'll
supplied. But what should bring thieves
10 Graden Easter?
And, again, all the shutters had been
thrown open. and it would have been
more in the character OF such gentry TO
close them. | dismissed the notion.
and ! fell back upon another. North
mour himself must have arrived. and
was now airing and inspecting the pa
viliOn. In the morning | would pay
him a short visit.
But when the morning came /
thought the situation SO diyerting that
| forgot my shyness. Northmour was
at my mercy; | arranged a good prac-
teal jest. though ! knew well that my
neighbor was not the man to jest with
in security; and, chuckling beforehand
over it's success. took my place among
the elders at the edge of the wood
whence ! could command the door Of
the pavilion. The shutters were all
once more closed. which ! remember
thinking odd; and the house, with its
white walls and green yenetians. look
ed spruce and habitable in the morning
light. Hour after hour passed, and
still no sign Of Northmour.
My mind at once reverted TO the
original theory of thieves, and I blamed
myself sharply for my last nights in
action. examined all the windows on
the lower story, but none of them had
been tempered with: | tried the pad
locks. but they were both ecure II
thus became a problem, how the thieves
II thieves they were, had managed to
enter the house.
followed what ! supposed was their
example, and, getting on the roof, tried
the shutters of each room. Both were
secure; but | was not to be beaten; and,
with a little force, one Of them flew
open, grazing, as il did sc, the back
Of my hand. ] remember ] put the
wound TO my mouth, and stood for per-
haps half a minute licking it like a dog
and mechanically gazing behind me
owe the waste Links and the sea: and,
In that space OF time, my eye made note
Va 81 u'S Nh'oh' gh'ht soilt hilt
TO the northeast. Then | drew up the
window and climbed in.
| wen aver the house. and nothing
can express my mystifcation. There
was no sign Of disorder. but, on the
contrary. the rooms were unusually
clean and pleasant. ! found fires laid
ready for lighting: three bedrooms pre-
pared with a luxury quite foreign 10
Northmour's habits, and with water in
the ewers and the beds turned down: a
table set for three in the dining room;
and an ample supply OF cold meats
game and vegetables on the pantry
shelves. There were guests expected,
that was plain; but why guests, when
Northmour hated society?
And, above all, why was the house
thus s~tealthily prepared at dead OF
night? and why were the shutters clos
ed and the doors p~adlocked?
| effaced all traces of my visit. and
came forth from the window feeling
sobered and concerned.
The schooner yacht was still in the
same place. and II flashed for a moment
through my mind that this might be
the Red Earl bringing the owner of the
pavilion and his guests. But the yes
sells head was set the other way.