The Red Cloud chief., 1901-01-11
CHAPTER III.

pride generally than on a woman s,
perhaps because most women care
more for persons than for things: and
while those near and dear to them
are well and happy. the pin pricks OF
having to go without many things
their n%eighbors have are not so keenly
felt, while to a man each is a morti-
6~cation.
Harold Dynevor was a good son, and
q brave man; but poverty tried him
sorely, and there was a constant
chatting at the injustice OF circum-
stances which made his life harder
than 1t might have been, but which
those who knew his story thought
only natural.
Harold was a gentleman farmer. He
worked quite as hard as many farm
ers who did not own the prefix; but
he was the last male representative OF
a good old county family, who had
been known in Sussex for many gen.
erations. He wa popular wherever he
went, his mother was devoted to him,
his pretty sister, Kitty, looked up to
him with fervent admiration; but
Harold Dynevor could not be called
a happy man. He had inherited a
grievance, and the recollection of it
marred his content.
You're tired out. Harold" said
Kitty gently. I'm sure YOU work as
hard as any of your own men. Sit
down in your armchair. and I'll go
and hurry tea"
"All right, dear he said gratefully.
1t may do me good, for I've a split
ting headache"
Mrs. Dynevor waited till her daugh-
ter was ont OF bearing, then she asked
%anxiousiy.
rs there anything wrong, Harold?
You were going in to Marion; did you
see Mr.. PROCTOR"
II saw him, mother, and got a re-
ceipt In full. There's bad news. l
meant TO keep it from you, but ! can
see I've betrayed there's something
truth, for fear you think it worse
than II u.s."
You don't mean that the mortgage
wants to foreciose, Haro.d?"
Poor lady! that was the bugbear of
her life. Urlands, the land which her
son farmed, was her very own. IL
had been her wedding portion, and the
home OF her married life. When bad
seasons came, and expenses multi
piled, with her fun consent her hus-
band raised a mortgage on the farm
They had thought lightly Of it then
"a few good harvests would o en-
able them to pay of the debt: but II
had never been paid of in all those
years. II hung like an incubus about
them. and Mrs. Dynevor's one dread
was thai some day the mortgaget
would foreclose, and. II they could no
find the $4,000 due to him. they
would have to leave their beloved
home.
mo. mother" said Harold quietly
its lot so bad as that; but you will
like the news as little as | do. L
seems Mr.. King has been settling hi
affairs, and he has transferred TIT
mortgage on the Up,ands to some on,
else. Proctor told me the interes
was still to be paid to him, so w
shall have no personal dealings will
our new creditor"
Then don't see that II matters,
said Mrs. Dynevor. Your dear fathe
always said Mr.. King was a very hon
est man. DO you mean that you hav
heard a bad account Of the new mort
gagee?"
He ii a man we both have cause I
, fear and dislike. mother ustace Lin
dom"
Mrs. Dynevor had grown white eve
3 to her h%ps-nothing could have te,
5 rifed her more; but she was a bray
E woman. and she knew, besides, whel
help and strength were to be foun,
One silent prayer TO heaven, and sh
answered calmly:
There is only one thing for II, Ha'
e o!d-we must raise the &5 5000 and pa
o off the mortgage. To be at that man
s mercy is more than | car hear"
n Il don't see how we're to do 1t
n said Harold. gloomily. There's 7
S money in the bank, and We must spen
a good sum on the farm this year, Il
z everything wants renewing. The bio
i couldn't have come at a worse time
g Il wonder what his object is?" sa
a Mrs. Dynevor quickly. He has new,
u once been near this place since he lie
it with your poor Aun Nina just aft,
u their wedding. Not a year after h
u death he let the Manor to General Or
u ven for fourteen years, and, exec
= pocketing the money from the estai
he has taken not the least interest
:, the property since
, Proctor says he has married agai
- and thinks he means to settle at {
Manor. The generals lease eXpir
year, and he has refused to renew II
III he means to live here, of cour
he would want to get rid OF us firs'
Y, said Mrs. DynevOr quietly, for m
lie never like the near presence OF tho
lie they have wronged."
,e Now, according to the strict letter
ty the law, Eustace Lindon could n
have been said to have wronged I
T. Dynevors. yet every one for mil
y" arnuph Dypaynr Mannr reoardad n