The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1903-12-03
But SO man there will know you"


"But SO many there will know YOU"
i fear nothing but my voice" an
Swered; that Is, above everything, thu
most difficult for me to conceal.
would 1 could act as IL I were DUNK"
And q shall be as good" cried
Enid. Play part right out, Geo.
frey. You are dressed as a Welshrlar
from the hills; act as one. You haye
but to learn two words. I'm Saesneg,
Shake our head ~clunsily and say, In
Saesneg.' No English"
] looked up into her eager face and
shining eyes, and was delighted witt
the completeness of this finishing
touch.
Enid, dearest" I said, you have hit
on an excellent device. Everything
plays to 1t. Come, give me the words =
I had them in two minutes. During
my I at Nant-y-B rynsI had picked
up a few words and comon phrases,
though l could neither make up nor I'M
~derstand a sentence of any length and
what ! knew / now rehearsed. Enid
and S!ani seconded my efforts with
great delight and proceeded to teach
me to recite-parrot fashion-several
mysterious sounding sentences, full of
gutturals. Not that they expected to
communicate with me in their OWL
language, but in order that ] might be
able to say something to them in the
presence of strangers, and so give a
better cclor to nay assumed character.
For this purpose it mattered not what
gibberish l uttered, since the Welsh
tongue was utterly unknown about
Butley Croft. As for the cultural. 1
could rasp it out a little already. and
now rapidly Improved under the earn
est drilling | received. A village came
In sight and 1 sank to my place beside
the led pony.
Columns of blue wood smoke were
curling above the deep-thatched roofs
as We rode through the place, the clink
of the hammer at the forge told that
the labors of the day had begun, and
peasants We're moving to the fields. For
two or three miles fu.ther the roadside
was dotted With cottages. and we
marched in formal order. The beauty
OF the morning sank deeply into my
heart. On the high stations of the
hills the spring had been cold and
stern and backward; hereit was ut its
loveliest. The air was soft and sweet
II scented. the meadows full of cow
slips the blackbird in the copse, f1uted
his rich. mellow. careless notes; h
lark, hidden in the high radiance OF
the dawn, poured . rain of Joyous song,
and the fragrant. blooming, well-or-
de.ed English countryside delighted my
eyes as those OF 4 man returned from
exile.
Halfway to Ludlow, we turned our
horses heads to the left and rode south,
but easily and loitaringly, for we lad
time and to spare for our days journey.
AT midday we made u long halt at a
solitary inn, and here I changed my
last Jacohus.
There is no room for q moneyless peo-
pie i'll the wide world. and the simple
truth was that I had no other resource
at hand than to head for Butley Croft.
The afternoon was spent In moving
at q foot pace through the mild, sweet
spring sunshine by solitary bride
tracks and owe wide, lonely heaths
stepped in the delicious heady fragrance
OF the gorse, for now I NEW every
ward OF the country, n was aiming
to come to u destination by unfre-
quented roads, since I could not say
for q certainty what reception lay be-
fore us. and wished to feel my q
carefully into the place.
1t wanted an hour to sundown.s and
we We're four miles to the west of my
house, crossing IN undulating, furry
common. We We're marching very
slowly along q broad grassy ride, when
l became aware of 8 horsen,an com
ing rapidly up behind us. Luckily
had been for a long time riding in my
tASpSA ~ ASSS4ESS III XII.
served. SO We had no disposition to al
ter. / stared @3ver my shoulder and my
uneasiness vanished at a glance.
As I live" I cried. here comes Rog-
er Tilprne, my steward.
You will be ali right, won't o 2,
cried Enid. You do not fear him?
Fear him. I laughed, no more
than I do my shadow. No more than
I do YOU. n what can I say more?
But soft; ride steadily on and let us
see how he Will take us
I a no time to say more, for Rog-
ers strong chestnut hackney was COM
ing at a round trot and was soon at
our heels. My stirrup feathers were
drawn short on purpose and my knees
stuck up; my hat was over my ewes.
I rounded and bumped my shoulders.
n sat the gray ony with the tree
sloueh of q lazy groom. AS T glanced
over our party I felt that we played
our parts to perfection: I and the led
pony in the rear, Enid in front, looking
a princess in her handsome riding-habit
and sitting Whitesock like a picture.
her waiting maid riding at her side and
a little behind.
Roger will canter@ by and I will hal
loo after him" thinking. in my foolish.
ness, of myself alone.
Continued Next Week.)