The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1901-07-19
Continued from last weekl
HAD BEEN TAUGHT TO BE A MAN.

the point of having one Of his dreaded
hts, but If any one of them had stud
led him closely he would have known
better, for the expression of his face
was childlike in its gcntleness. But his
loquacity was gone. for he was think
ing. He had volunteered and been ac-
cepted as tn intermediary between son
and father. and his interview with
Richard Maxwell had left upon him an
impression which he was endeavoring,
without success, to define. LiSle had
objected 10 INTERPRETATION. believing
the direct way 10 be the best. but Craig
convinced him that his own way was
preferable and had dispatched him on
a supposedly important errand 10 a
herdsman who had charge of an outly-
ing bunch of cattle
Richard Maxwell was a natural mar
tinet. Clockwork was not more exact
than were the rules of his life from
which he never deviated. His employ
ees liked him. but at the same time
they feared him. The slightest disobe
dience was regarded as a resignation
from his employ. and Lisle was in this
y
were Ma, veil was a handsome man
too. Although his hair and perfectly
trained M tache were as white as
snow, there was not a line upon his
perfect face. His eyes were his most
remarkable features. for there was
within their depths something so SOM
Der, so threatening. so fierce and so re-
pellent that strangers instinctively
avoided them and then looked again to
discover the cause. But il was undis-
coverable. The more one looked the
more obscure seemed the reason for
avoidance for the surface glance upon
them, although searching and deep,
had nothing in it Of those qualities
which at first repealed. His eyes were
undeniably large, and they described a
perfect oval If eyes can be intensely
black, his were so, and in hue the long
lashes which fringed them and the
rather heavy brows that shaded them
were blacker still.
You would not have said that Lislcs
eyes were like his fathers, but you
would have insisted that Richard Max
wells eyes were like his sons. with the
difference that where the glance of the
elder man repealed that of the younger
attracted.
Lisle MaXwells training had been all
that the heart of a young man could
desire, and his father had been his tu-
tor in everything. Particularly had his
instruction been thorough in every
branch of knowledge which properly
should belong to young manhood, and
Lisle could not remember when any
body save his father had waited upon
his wishes-at least until he was old
enough to 90 abroad. After that the
cowboys instructed him in riding and
lasso throwing. He could ride like an
Apache Indian, rope the widest steer
that ever trod the ranges of Nevada,
shoot from the back of his gallOpng
horse with revolver or rifle infnitesi-
NAL articles thrown into the air by his
admiring instructors; he could leap
from his horse TO the ground and
mount again while the creature was
upon mad run and could cast his
handkerchief or his hat upon the plain
and then, dashing past at the topmost
speed of his horse, pick it up again; he
could catch and mount and successful
~ ride the widest and most untamed
horse that ever belonged on Crescent
and Cross ranch. There was nothing
along those ranges that man could do
which he had not been taught to do and
TO do well. better even than his in
structors and as a proficient in every
manly sport-in craftsmanship, horse.
manship and courage-he was known
and admired throughout that wide cir
Gle which had its yearly rendezvous in
the Smoky valley
Richard Maxwell had lived up to the
statement he made to his lawyer II
years ago. Isle Maxwell was boy in
every generally accepted sense Of the
word. He had grown up as a boy and
lived as boy. He had studied as a
boy and thought as boy, and he had
no conception of what girls and women
were other than that they were some
thing TO be religiously avoided. Re-
gardng the question of sex, his father
had kept him as profoundly ignorant
as q babe, and the words girl and
woman" were to him only terms for
the expression Of n thought, and that
thought he had been taught to regard
as repugnant. Indian women-squaws
he had seen frequently. but he had
not observed much difference between
them and the men except that they
were uglier, more brutal and dirtier
Throughout all his studies. and they
were manifold and thorough, books
calculated TO direct his thoughts into
channels which might reveal to him his
real identity had been vigorously ex-
r cluded, and he had no more idea who
and what he really was than he pos
sessed IL years ago when sleeping upon
his fathers arm he was stolen away
from his mothers loving care. That is
why the masculine pronoun is used
now I'm referring TO him.
One can understand how such n man
rs Richard Maxwell might accomplish
all this without once making a mis-