Omaha daily bee., 1902-04-06
Copyright, 1871, by 8. r. Crockett.)
CHAPTER XIV.
FairIie Takes Up the Tale.

Fatrlte Takes Up the Tale.
Manuscript written by Fairlie Glenden-
hing, additional to the first MSS Of John
G~lendonwyn.)
sorely against my will I write down these
things. But one in whose judgment ! trust
has shown me the need Of it, so as best |
may / set to my task. Properly | ought
to begin with the FIRST coming among us Of
Mr.. Rupert Glendonwyn. But that l need
not do, for It has been told already by a
more practlced pen than mine.
Nevertheless 1t dwells in my memory
strangely, for l seem to have grown up
from that night.
For the rest all that follows came out OF
Mr.. Rupert Glendonwyn's meeting with me
tina night, following me home, because las
he said afterward) he thought me innocent
and pretty-too good for John"-which
e~ventuated In the love he professed land |
think had) for our Kate-I mean for my
sister.
Il began, as l say, from that very first
night. Yes, I can see IL all now, and
wonder how / can have been so blind. But
the truth lie / was thinking Of other things
selfish things. For the school and my work
there were especially interesting about that
time.
/ could see, however, even that first night
that Kate thought a great deal too much
about Mr.. Rupert Glendonwyn. She disliked
him, she said, and that in itself was a sign.
Before she went out she whispered to me
not to leave her alone. Yet for all that
she went to the stable door and held the
lantern for him while he got his beast
ready. / think now that she was afraid
Of him, and yet. never having felt afraid OF
any one before in her life, she wanted to
ind out what 1t meant and so played with
the fire till 1t burnt her.
Well, when at last they we're gone. my
father and l stood looking after them.
"There gangs a Glendonwyn like to name
/ ever set eye upon" he said, but my
father used to tell me tales Of one SUCH
"Oh, tell me about him, fatherl" l cried,
clapping my hands. For anything that con-
cerned the Glendonwyns pleased me at that
~time-because we were really Of the same
family, that is.
at would little conduce to edifying!''
he said, sternly. Get thee to thy bed,
lass, and give God thanks for thy ignorancel
Where is that bosom Kate-already nested,
l warrant, the sl~ug-a-bedl"
This was my fathers ordinary way OF
showing his love for US, which, indeed, we
never doubted.
Then, when l went upstairs l began pratt
Ting like a foolish child about the brothers
while l was letting down my hair. And
Kate was cross, saying from her pillow,
"If you are going to speak nonsense, take
the hairplns our OF your mouth first. ]
hate your Gl~endonwyns, Jack-master and
Jack-man. But IL it pleases you to talk,
pray do 1t like q Christian"
Whereat. thinking that perhaps she was
tired, with her baking and spinning, ]
went to the bedside to kiss her. When,
loi she would not let me. but pushed me
pettishly with her elbow, telling me not
to worry her. And then again In a minute,
when / waxed silent with the rebuff, she
burst out again. crying that l was unkind
TO her and that everyone was unkind to
her, and that she would not speak a word
without Its being misunderstood
So / went and kissed her again. whether
she would or no. putting my arms about her
and brushing her. And In another moment
she laughed, and pretended that she just
did 1t all to tease me. But l knew better
oh, so much better. know exactly why
she aid II, and how she felt-but there IL
no good In setting II down here. A mar
could never understand II one explained
for a year. And no woman would need &c
be told.
Talk all you want to talk about YOU
great, foolish John" she said. II has az
much romance about him as q plate OF por'
ridgel"
Now that provoked me. For / had always
liked John Glendonwyn. And OF late (why
need I hide itH) had begun to respect
him. HI was so kind about carrying my
books for me and about the Latin.
So when l retorted on Kate that Johr
was worth a thousand Of people who curlet
their hair and made eyes and were forever
paying compliments, Kate sat up In beC
n laughed aloud.
How you can compare them" she said
81 cannot think. John is well enough. HI
is, as l say. like a plate Of porridge AM
has about as much flavor. But Mr.. Ruper
is a travelled gentleman. He looks Jus
like one OF the old crusaders who carries
the G~lendonwyn arms on their knight.
shields to Palestine and died charging int
hosts Of Saraeens-upon the plains dwell
upon some plains, anyway"
At that point l could not help smilinI
at Hates enthusiasm.
"oh. you need not taught Am not speak
ing for myself" she cried. II ala not iik
him at all 81 first. and now l hate him. Yes
absolutely. But yet one eannot help seein
hat he is very different from the othe
young men who come here, And what
Voicel"
And 80 on. TN ! could not help saying
well. Kate, you are not asked to hav
John 0iendonwyn that ! know OF. He doe
not trouble you muchi"
Whereat she turned quickly (being OF
very affeetionate nature reallyl and. eryinl