Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1900-05-17

Ronald brought him to stop in the
center of the road.
''Dave, do you really think we are Sc
degraded as that?'
The burly fellow shrugged his sloul-
ders.
1--WE are as good, reckon, as the gen
eral run of our own Sort" was his an
swer, and he smiled so broadly that u
brown tobacco quid showed between
his big yellow teeth, ''but, as the fellow
said: Dang the sort I reckon the
Almighty made US out O. scraps when
He was too tired to watch what He
was dom. reckon we are some bet
term cornfield niger, but we'd jest
be blind to our own imperfections eff
we didn't admit that thar is folks as
much higher'n us as we are higher'n
tadpoles.'
"That is 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
so," grunted David. ''Col. Hasbrooke is
our big man, an he hain't what he
made hisse'f. 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 sample O. what his
daddy done fur i'm; you can bet ycre
sweet life on that! An as fur that mat
ter, men you is jest what Jade Fan
shaw has made oukp us. I tell you,
blood has got a lots to do with it. Col.
Hasbrooke's father fit in the Mexican
war. an the colonel stuck hissef 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
rob from helpless women an Children.
1 hope nobody round heer won't find
all that out. We've got black eye
enough, as it is"
II always try to forget that sighed
Ronald.
"Ah, my honey!" calculated the un-
couth philosopher, in a triumphant
tone, "but Col. Hasbrooke don't try to
forget nothin' his daddy did. Not on
yore tin type! I've heerd he has his
pas uniform in a big glass case, an
picture of i'm on boss in full tilt after
the enemy. They say the old Teller
fit like tiger cub with one yeer shot
off as clean as baby's belly, an
piece of cannon-ball as big as a saucer
in his shoulder; they say jest as he
was expirin' Teller bent over i'm an
his last kick landed in his bread-basket,
an doubled i'm up like razor. All,
come off, you needn't argue with me,
ROM"
The listener to this frowned, as he
swung his basket to and fro, but he
did not want to be misunderstood by
his brother.
"What I mean, David, is that if 4
young man really has it in him, and will
study hard enough, he can climb to
cess"
Dave laughed loudly for fully min
ute, then he said:
"Your ladder would have to be stout
enough to hold up all creation, fur the
minute you begun to mount all four
of them overweights at our house would
start after you, an they'd stick to you,
Of ho o1s hoy
would eff they fell an smashed the'rsels
into jelly. Huh! I'd "a run for
president myself long ago, but don't
Ike the idea O. them three in low
neck an short sleeves helpin' men my
wife shake hands in the white house
with the whole shootin'-match O. big
Ikes."
Ronald gave up the discussion. His
brothers coarse allusion to his mother
and sisters failed to appeal to his sense
of humor. He was thinking of Evelyn
Hasbrooke' patrician features and 1.-the
form-of her exquisite refinement and
delicate sympathy. By this time the
two brothers had almost reached their
home; they could see the sagging roof
of their fathers house. Half a mile fur
Their on in the gathering dusk doomed
the white walls and lighted windows of
Carnleigh. At this point the dull,
steady beat of horses hoofs fell on
their ears.
cts the Hasbrooke gang" an
nounced David.
Ronald's heart sank like plummet.
He had hoped to reach home before
the party overlook him. He reproached
himself for the feeling, but he shrank
from being seen by Evelyn and her
friends in company with one as i'll
clothed as his brother. David stepped
to the side of the road and stood open
mouthed, to see the trap and horses
pass, but Ronald, without looking back,
simply kept on his way. He had made
up his mind that he should not doff his
hat, as he knew David would, like the
peasant lie was. He heard a womAn's
voice singing plantation melody, ac-
companied by a mellow bass. He de-
cided that the woman's voice had a
harsh quality which could not have be-
longed to Evelyn's, although he had
never heard her sing. The vehicle was
just behind him. He heard his broth
err shouting out shrill warning, and
was turning to see what had occasioned
it, wher the horses brushed by him, the
front wheel of the trap striking the
hand which held the basket, dashing it
to the ground and scattering its con-
tents over the sand. He heard Evelyn
scream out in terror from her seat be-