Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1900-06-01
SYNOPSIS.

SOs SAS.
CHATTER l.-Ronald is the one promis-
ing member of the Fans aw household UNI
appreciated e by any of the others. save his
had saved the life of Evelyn, second daugh-
est planter. and whose splendid home was
known as "Carnleigh."
CHAPTER H. AT Carnlcigh James
Hardy. a Charleston cotton merchant and
tqSs or e ae an aaus Of a1a s
Wrinkle. an admirer of Evelyn, are guests.
Evelyn's school days over. Ronald meets
her by chance, when she again thanks him
bull which had threatened her life. She is
glad of rebuke he had given Wrinkle. but
a few minutes before, who had conde-
scendlngly thrown him coin for a little
CHAPTER III.
Out In the open he saw David stand
Ing before the horses and trap OF the
fishing party, holding his gun across
the back OF his brawny neck, like the
yoke OF a water-carrier.
We'll. II! be dumswiveled." he said,
as Ronald approached, IAN may make
the biggest cracklin' in eternal fire, eff
ever Id believed a brother o. mine
could he seen in confidential confab
with a daughter of old Hasbrooke. If
I'd a-had bottle along, I'd a-swore it
was delusion, but hain't fetched a
drop sence ten o'clock this mornin'."
Ronald hated himself for being
obliged TO make excuses for her.
"She simply happened along where
was fishing. Dave. l hope you won't
talk about it, and cause any miscon-
struction TO be put on it,
"You don't mean you an her could
git acquainted like that, in sech short
time" remarked David, as they walked
along the sandy road side by side.
II have met her once before-a yenr
ago. She was in Regan's meadow. and
got frightened at his bull. drove the
bull away. and she-she stopped to
speak to me again to-day. That YVES
ALL"
But David's fancy for the novelty of
the situation from his standpoint was
not easily cooled. 1t was plain to Ron
aid that he was still turning it over in
his mind by the low grunts and ex-
of wonder that seemed Jolt
ed from his lips by his heavy strides.
well, I'm shore glad of one thing"
he said, finally, "and that is that the
colonel didn't happen along just like
/ did"
His brother knew what was coming,
and yet he asked: why, Dave?"
Because the old codger'd "a raised
more sand n Texas tornado. that's
all. Why, Ron, are you q blamed fool.
with no more sense than last yeer's
bird nest? Don't you know nobody by
the name O. Fanshaw never stood on
level with them sort O. folks? Eff
went up thar on business, or ma, or pa
or either of the gals went to sell 'em
eggs or socks, wouldn't we go to the
back door, like all the rest of our sort?
Why, Ron, jest now you was settin'
cross-legged on the colonel's piazza a.
smokin' one of his seegars like priv
ileged character. Ha, hn, don't know
how it knocked the wind out of mel"
Ronald, his face dark and his brow
lowering. found himself reduced to say
ing:
II hope you won't mention il Mt home.
Dave"
His brother stared at him curiously.
"You know l can hold my tongue"
he said. Il wouldn't go round shootin'
off my mouth about a thing like that
for anything. The colonel would shoot
the top o my head off; he's wheel boss,
l tell YOU
Ronald brought him TO stop in the
center of the road.
Dave, do you really think we are SO
degraded as that?"
The burly fellow shrugged his shout
ders.
I'VE are rs good, reckon, as the gen
eral run of our own sort" was his an
swer, and he smiled so broadly that n
brown tobacco quid showed between
his big yellow teeth, but, us the fellow
said: Dang the sort l reckon the
Almighty made lis out O. scraps when
lie was too tired 10 watch what He
was dom. reckon we are some bet
tern a cornfield niger, but we'd Jest
be blind to our own imperfeciions eff
we didn't admit that thar is folks as
much higher'n us as we are hgher'n
tadpoles."
THAT is a dangerous philosophy,
David protested Ronald, deeply stung
by his brothers words. IF you ever ex-
pect to rise in the world, you must re-
member-keep the idea always before
you-that man is what he makes him
self"
"Shucks, thar hain't a word O. that
sc" grunted David. Col. Hasbrooke is
our big man, an he hain't what he
made hissef. His father owned 600
slaves, an land enough to start re,
public on. an government bonds, an
storehouses in Atlanta, an what not.
No, the colonel is Il sample O. what his
daddy done fur i'm; you can bet yore
sweet life on thatl An as fur that mat
ter, men you is jest what Jade Fan
shaw has made out'n us. l tell you,
blood has got a lots to do with it. Col.
father fit in the Mexican
war, an the colonel stuck hisse'f up to
be shot at in defense O. his. niggers in
the civil war, but jade Fanshaw's daddy
before I'm was sent up fur house
breakin, an instead o. shoulderin' his
musket to drive the yelpin' Yanks out
o. the south Jade hid in the mountains
up in Tennessee, an turned bush
whacker. an lived on what he could
lob from helpless women an Children.
hope nobody round heer won't find
all that out. We've got black eye
as it is."
Il always try TO forget that" sighed
"Ah. my honey!" calculated the un-
south philosopher. in triumphant