The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-05-31

bis head. An open face shone with humor,
his blue eyes twinkled. and his white teeth
showed as he roared with laughter Lesser
voices from behind chined in, and other
faces as ne throw his greatcoat open, peered
grinning above his shoulders
But the doctor took another sip Of his
toddy, unabashed. Come in, Dickie Hlery,' y
he said.
The traveller looked at the LAD In the door.
who, as he took OF his hat, showed Efnfself
clearer. Brown curls fell above his temples
and strayed upon his forehead; the eyes were
boyish and the mouth pleasant. 1t was a
cheerful but not yet a manly face. The
Travelled turned abou. and took chair In The
shadow, as the lad, with half a dozen others
following him, entered the room.
Dismay appeared on the landlords face.
Here were whig and tory front to front: tho
young hotheads were ready to provoke words.
But the doctor looked at the young follows
as they entered and, smiling, called each one
by name-Anthony Paddock last, lank and
red-headed. 4. ss.g :
''Tea?" he asked, Els voice high. WHO
speaks Of tea? The vile herb
go on with your grafton, DOCTOR" cried
the great lad who first had come. Landlord.
punch for us all, before the stage starts.
Go on with your Grafton, DR.. Church What,
lads, shall we hear of the 9Th of March," .
II could give you Speech said the
doctor, slowly He was master OF his voice;
the tones silenced them all with their mean
ing. The tory lads stood listening, their
greatcoats still unbuttoned. II could give
you speech, Dickie Ellery, Of the 9Th OF
March, that would make you vince"
go on cried Dickie go on. What has
the 5th Of March to do with me?''
"On the 5th Of March, three years ago, y
said the doctor, ''you know what happened
The soldiers of the king massacred citizens OF
Boston" ~
street louts,'' cried the ed-haired tory
suddenly. "Riff-raff'' *
They were men Of the poorer class" said
the doctor. ''They were mot riff-raff: But
neither street louis nor riff=raf stood before
the soldiers. within the hour. and dehed them
to fire again."
would they had fred!'''; cried the red
haired lad
'tWel that they did not" answered the doc
tor warmly. ''Else had the streets OF Boston
run SO red that every SOLDIER had drowned IN
! the food. Well that the cotonels gave way,
and the governor and the king himself. But
it's not Of this 1 speak, to you lads that know
little of mems thoughts. Dickie ElIery, let
me repeat. Within an hour after the massa-
ere the best citizens OF Boston stood before
the soldiers guns, demanding justice. And
among them, in the very front rank, was a
lad Of less than your own age-18 years. He
stood, ready. to give his blood for the rights
of the province. I saw him there. came
from the death bed of the murdered men and
saw that boy standing brayely. No such fs-
ure as yours, with your great strength. He
was thin and pale, even sickly. but the fire
of courage turned in his eye, the blood of a
good race ran in his veins. And can tell
you, if you wish to know, what position that
lads father holds in the history of Boston, -
Dickies head was dropping. Anthony in
terrupted no more. ALL the lads stood quiet,
| and even the landlord stocoed in his mixing
to listen. Keenly the traveller watched from
his corner.
THAT lad great-grandfather, went on
the doctor. in his dee? voice. was one OF
Boston's leaders against Andres. His grand
father was a foremost merchant. His father
was q defender Of liberty, stanch whig and
honorable gentleman, a friend Of Mr.. Otis,
Mr.. Hancock and Dr. Warren. l also claim
him for my friend. And that night, when /
saw the boy standing so firm I said to my
self: Boston may stili~be proud OF the good
old stock And vet, on the second day after,
my pride in the boy, was turned to sorrow.
For heard the doctor lowered his voice,
| though it thrilled in the room, that he was
drowned In the harbor.' -
The traveller started and almost spoke.
Dickie stood with bowed head. His compan-
ions looked at him curiously And the doc
| tor, very composedly finishing his teddy,
| turned and set the mug upon the mantel
| Then he looked at Dickie again.
And you are tory he finished. ''Yor
| trust the uncle who sent your brother to hit
DEATH
| But the red-haired Lad suddenly spoke again
"Good radiance Of him. then" he cfied. Zone
WING the less!''
J ''Silence!'' numbered Dickie He wnir1e;
I upon bis friend. G5is great chest a1eaved; hi
| fists were like nallets. Anthony. coult
kill you!-My brother Frank He turned
| away from ahem all. toward the door.
- y lrSA 1~rapk
| they cried ''Anthony's tipsy." they urged
4 "Anthony's fuddIed. He'll beg your pardon.
"And apologize, Dickie. :" said the doctor
"for touching an old sore"
'tAn old Sore" said Dickie in dull voice
IAN open wound! It bleeds little every
day.
anthony came forward manfully.- ''Forgiv.
me, = he said.
! al forgive said Dickie. He looked at him
Politics, politics! Where will we end sod1ls
/ day with these politics =.
The cloud had passed II can, tell you .
! said the doctor, in q Fighter tone. "Undei
! the pump, where tae wings will put you t,
cool your heads.
Dickie made no answer, but Anthony tool
| the doctor up And you under aock and
| key, as madnaen.' he retorted,
| Come" said the doctor as he stepped te
| the bar. ''r Zee your punch is ready. A glass
all ground. Then nsust go. Come, Master
Paddock, a toast"
The glasses were filled. "A toast?" asked
! Anthony, In his thin voice. Ay, here's fol
| you. A hard bed for every whig, hard nuts
to crack with his teeth, hard answers to his
1 petitions to the king, and hard sledding tt
prefermentr'
| Dickie had refused the punch, and was ST.
lent. But the rest laughed. The doctor
raised his glass. IS : -. -
Then here's for YOU" he cried, his jovial
voice ringing. 'iCoeweb breeehes tor you all
| hedgehog saddles, hard gated horses and per
petual riding for every tory In America,
He tossed OF his punch, threw down hit
] coin and nwas gone.
| ITO be continued Monday.)