Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-01-06

| from Abercairn who had come to the Min
| house when the plague broke out among
| the weavers-a skinful, but an arrogant
| man. Then came Umphray Spurway in,
| 10. looking bleached and gray the light
| failed out Of his eyes and the color faded
! from his hair and beard-or SO at least it
seemed to me.
But though 1 glad to see him, he
| pulled me roughly out and rallied upon me
for crying out at such a moment, being
| tangled in his speech and ever with an ear
| on the door Of the room where my mother
was.
Then in a little, being come to myself and
| the feeling that my clothes were made of
hay having little died away, / would
| ventures. but he. having, as 1t were, his
| whole reasonable soul In the further room,
| babe me hush, and presently gave me
! cuff. whereat I sulked. Also, he kept tight
run back again. Of which had no intention
| Then, after great while, the surgeon
| came out with changed and smiling
| countenance and said: 1T is out and all
| is WE'LL holding up at the same time lit
| tie round bullet, at sight of which the
great red Englishman turned very white
| and faint, and cried: Take it away, man.
Gods sake, take 1t away!
This thought strange in a man so brave
| and strong. whom 1 had seen adventure
| upon such a desperate chance that very
| night.
| 1t was the best part of an hour before
! they would let go in to see my mother.
| The nurse. one Margit Fergus, wise wo-
man. stood at the beds head with some
moistened my poor mothers lips. The sur
| geon was gone, Of which was glad. Then
| took Umphray's Spurway's hand and
| would have made him come with me, but
| he would not shaking me off harshly and
| striding out Of the house with his brows
| bent and such look Of sadness as 1 had
never till then seen on any mans coun-
| tenance.
My dear mother smiled up at me with so
| sweet and peaceful a countenance that
| fell to weeping. not knowing that that is
| the face which in women denotes the over
| coming Of suffering.
| Margit Fergus would not permit me to
| blde long, nor to ask any question, but
| kissed my mothers brow, which was chill
at the door there was waiting for me I'm
phray spurway, with little Anna Mark in
his hand.
How looked she?" he asked gruf1v,
| glancing at me-
"she did very WELL" I replied, land
smiled when 1 kissed her. She is asleep
now
He had a paper in his hand and he read
| it softly over to himself. For a green
| wound a plaster compounded of franklin
cense, literge. roots Of lilies. rose leaves
Then he turned to me.
| Boy" he said, hath your mother an
herb cupboard or such ltke?"
| Nay, dIlSWeISu readily. put my
grandmother hath one at the great house!'
| AT this he began to wax uneasy and
! kept pulling out hts great round silver
| watch. and looking toward the Min house
IF William Bowman comes not soon I
will tan his hide for him. great hulking
good-for-nothing that he is!'
But the words were hardly out of his
mouth when his prentice ndfamiliar came
up with some twenty Of the trained band
Of weavers. These Umphray SpurwaV
placed about the lodge house, bidding 50
| many rest in the little coach house at the
| back where the hens laid in nests of soft
| twisted bent grass. and the others to stand
sentry at equal distances through the
| wood.
Then he Get OF by himself at g. good
round pace for the great house-as I pre-
| sumed, to get the herbs for N.Y. mother
plaster. l ran alongside and asked him II
he had killed my father, hoping that he
had. A'>
NO." he said. IT pursued after him TO,
heard him laugh very near me in the dark.
| ness"
Were you not afraid?" said I, with a
certain logged and perverted pride in sc
formidable father.
Yes" he growled. 1T was naturally
afraid that 1 would not find him"'
Then he ordered me back to the Yeti
house as he would have ordered dog For
| never was a man more changed than UNI.
! phray Spurway about this time. He cared
nothing for his looms OF his work Hail
the woods. and as for the others, they Cd
| only what work they willed to do
And every night till they removed nv
mother to the Great House, Umphray Spur.
way would take sword and pistol a little
before the hour Of dusk and 60 out into