Evening star., 1902-02-22
CHAPTER II.
The Husks Which the Swine Did Eat.

But meantime Joseph and his brother had
foregathered without leave Of Jacob, and
10. both young men made light OF the Jeal-
ousies of the ancient family out of Cr of
the Chaldees from whose loins they had
sprung.
1t was in the yard Of the Cross Keys inn
at Drumfern, at that shoulder-polfshed
angle Of gable against which one Gauger
Burns had so often leaned, that the two
young men met.
The coach had run heavily all the way
down from the Beef Tub, snow clogging the
wheels and the horses tired with the in
creasing softness Of the roads.
There were half a dozen college blades
upon the top Of the Rover some of whom
had been mighty lively with the pea-shooter
and catapult when they left Edipburgh In
the morning. But after the chaEge-house
at the summit. with its sloppy discomfort
out Of doors, the steaming wet clothes hung
to dry before the kitchen fire, the slat-
ternly, scolding landlady. and the worse
than Indifferent fare. the joyous company
had fallen mostly silent, hardly even rous-
ing themselves to a momentary exchange
of fouts and jeers, or when reference to
some college story. weH-worn and proven,
now for the first time failed to wake the
usual gay contagion Of youthful laughter.
Last to quit these attempts at enliven-
ment was a tall lad with floss Of fair hair
crisping under his college cap. little pale
of face and thin of cheek. perhaps. but with
the lank wretchedness of that December
afternoon could In the least cloud or over
cast it's azure clarity.
His companions for the most part ad-
dressed this youth either brusquely as
Glen with reprehensible fippancy as
MY Lord Bishop
1t was a rough place at the best OF times.
But today the Cross Keys held raft of
drovers swearing indiscriminately in Irish
and Scottish high favored like their sew
eral tobaccos. and ready with fist and shil-
lalah for anything in the way OF ''divag-
SION
! So it chanced that John Glendonwyn.
bachelor of arts. student in divinity at the
University of Edinburgh and proxmate
er. being in pursuit Of peace and the quiet
life naturally ran his head all unwittingly
into very peck OF trouble.
AS he came round the corner he had
recognizance Of a swayfng mass of bodies
and in the center Of the disturbance was
young man who stood hatless and dis
heveled in the midst, defending himself
boldly but unequally, against an fgnoble
throng of droyers and stable yard loafers.
A thin stream of blood trickled down his
forehead. He struck out wildly now.at this
assailant, and now at that. his flushed face
and iaboring breathing showing that, apart
from numbers. he was In poor condition
and quite oyermatched.
In another moment John Glendonwyn had
dropped his wet cloak upon the stable litter,
snatched spoke from a broken-down gig
wheel and crying aloud. 'Out of the way.
you cowards.' flung himself into the battle.
| The odds would still have proved too great
and the champion Of the oppressed might
| In his turn have been fncontinentIy over
thrown, had not one Of the coilegians, look
ing from window. like sister Anne, OBJ
served the unequal fray.
"Glen's In a fight. you fellows he cried.
"All hands to the help of my lord bishop!"
And SO from the back door Of the inn
poured fresh army upon the assai!ants'
flank as Blucher broke upon the hundred
days emperor at Waterloo.
In one hot and multitudinously whirlinx
minute all was over. Drover and straw
sucking cornermen were flying down the