The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-12-17


mild nature. and. as one might say. oc-
casionally in action. But. sir. / would
have you know that this is Burton, his
Melancholy or the right edition. be-
fore he grew clumsy. AT Oxford:
Printed by John Litchfield and James
Short for Henry Grips: Ammo DOM
1921 By that you may know il. With
out this written cordial l can neither
live merry hour nor sleep quiet night.
Having Buttons fellowship. even
though my son strived after my death.
l can go on merrily toward heaven, as
indeed sayeth mine author"
Then Umphary Spurway, with curl
Gus smile on his face. asked my grand
father if it became him as an elder of
the kirk to pass his time with Burton,
who. after all. was little better than a
pagan Tor at least an Episcopian),
when he might be in meditation upon
"Naphtali'' or Lex Rex''-or, if he
minded not these. at the least casting
up in his mind the points of rr. John
Bells Sabbath sermon upon a suitable
passage in Canticles.
To which my grandfather replied than
to his thinking there was more egg
meat in one page of honest Burton than
mall the songs of Solomon, the king.
At which saying my own heart was
troubled, and even Umphray Spurway
covered his face with his hand.
Wait, Umphray," he went on. "only
wait. my nimble bachelor. till you are
a man with a family and know some
thing about the matter. What comfora
will you find IN a home that is one
waiting FOR you without your gate.
wistful for your death, their teeth
barred to bite, your wife peevish of face,
bitter of Speech?"
In answer TO this outburSt Umphray
Spurway said no word. but held out his
hand across the table, and he smiled
no more behind his palm. Sir James,
took it and held it hard in both of his.
II will not make stranger of you.
Umphray," he said, lit is not debts
that trouble me. You have put me out
of the reach of that. 1t is that one of
my sons hates me. Ye have heard his
best word of me this night My second,
tohwhom 4 had thought TO leave the
bulk Of my money, now every night
comes home disguised in drink and rails
upon me worse than the other My
wife cries out constantly that I have
been well served for being so long over
lenient with the children
Speaking of>your son. Philip" said
Umphray Spurway, quietly, have you
tried all ways with him-the severe as
well as the indulgent?''
Aye" answered my grandfather,
hopelessly. "afl ways. 1 sent him
abroad to take service as a common
soldier in the Scots Dutch regiments.
l thought this would settle him. But
in a month he was in prison, and when,
the influence of our ambassa-
dor at The Hague. l got him released.
in another month | have news that he,
has been condemned to death at Ire
YES Then. when | had provided money
to bride his jaiiers and bring him home,
he only breaks out more and more fu-
riously. so that | never know when l
go down to mine own dining hall
l will get the contents of a
or decent meal of meat into
my wame.''
At this moment we heard a noise in
the passageway, and both of the gen
tlemen rose to their feet. my grand
father pale and perturbed. Umphray
Spurway. with his hand again in his
tail coat pocket, where he had put his
pistols.
But. after all. twas only the minister.
Mr.. John Bell, who came in hastily and
sank into a chair. all shaken and for
the moment unable to speak
What is't? What is't?" said my
grandfather, bending over him anx-
iOusly.
Umphray Spurway went 10 the door
and looked down the passage Then he
came back and compounded a stout
of strong waters, the which.
when the minister had slipped at awhile.
the power of speech returned to him.
and he lifted up his hands to heaven
and rolled his eyes.
Let the doors be barred. the windows
looked to. for man of blood goes
n no -
had made an end of me, but mercifully
his hand was withholden and l escaped
like a bird out of the fowler's snare
Speak plain man. said my grand
father who. or what molested your
The minister feebly waved a hand to
intimate that he would speak more as
he could. and presently with many
fallinSs away and applications to the
he began to tell his tale.
AS came back by the fir plantation
after leaving behind me the house of
the lodge. where I had delivered your
message faithfully. came upon Philip
Stansfeld in the way, with a drawn
sword in his hand
Dog,' cried he in a terrible voice.
down on your marrow bones, dog,
Ye have mumbled too many indulg-
ences. Ye shall have none from me.
Tell me what We did in my wife's house
TO me. That will not serve you. I
know the way of your cloth with female
saints. Out with it. dog. or by the dew
Us dice box / will forthwith disem-
bowel you with this sword,'
SO, seeing him thus urgent. to keep
he peace | gat down on my knees and
told him ALL
'Bides Umphray Spurway at the
great house this night?' he asked me-
1,a
adding that | was a Door son of theI
Kirk and that looked to him to spare
ny life
What moneys have We cozened
rom the old greyhound this week. he
,ried Out with it, Empty your
oockets,'
Il told him that 1 had not on me the
value of one doit. but that he was wei
come to my poor prayers. AT this hel
aughed a wicked. ribald laugh. Poor
prayers. indeed, he said. squirting me
with his foot; "a towards
prayers are poor prayers. indeed. Rise
I'D. brave saint, Go to your patron and
did him prepare for longish journey
Wy service to the cloth weaver. Ny
ilial duty to my honored fatheri'
With that the young man laughed
md went out of my sight, with the
naked sword vet over his shoulder: and
20. rising Up. ran hither so soon as the
blood came back to my heart,"
You hear. Umphray?'' said Sir
lanes, looking across at the English
nan.
II will go seek Master Philip" said
he man from Yorks. taking out his
pistols and bending them in his hand
Still do l remember that procession
Town the long passage to the outer
ioor. my grandfather leading the way
With candle in a great silver candle
tick Then came Umphray, the Eng
ishman. his face grim and set. striding |
m with his heavy football Behind him