The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1903-12-10

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in a doing attitude. until Roger bade2
me by signs-whereat there was much.
merriment-to follow him, and he as
signed me, with excellent Judgment, 81
cherries garrett as q sleeping apart
ment.
CHAPTER xxx.
SIR JOHN POsTGATB.
The morrow brought ample proof.
that Sir John Postgate kept a sharp
watch on Butley Croft for as the sl1ad-.
ow upon the great gilded dial marked
noon: up he rode, his son at his side
4 was nea the head of the main Y
nue. chopping a huge fallen elm branch
clatter OF their horses feet came be-
fl1. took no notice, n Sir John
ha4. Sd
ttyvho are you and what may you be
doing here?" he cried.
| chopped away as stohdly as possi-s
BILE, and a whip lash snapped on my hat
as the son fiicked lightly at me. !
looked up and oh. how uneasily my dis
guise sat upon me under those Keen
grim old eyes.
dim Saesneg,n 7 growled.
Both of them stared at me In good
earnest now. pray" began the old
man, but I Interrupted him with a swift
4 L uSll# Old couple OiHIliSS PGllSt oClitCllSSS
and pointed to the oGse. The extra
ordinary gibberish set the younger man
laughing.
''TisS "a fellow from Tower of Babel
simpered Jack Postgate.
AT this moment out came Roger
Thorne, eager to interpose between US.
"Whom have we here ~ cried Jack
again, while my heart swelled furtously
within me.
"a Welshman, Sir john replied,
Roger, "a poor Taffy with never q word
of u language"
@And What brings him here de-
manded the elder man, taking no more
notice of me, and riding forward to
the front of the house.
i heard Rogers voice speaking as he
marched beside the horse, but l could
not catch his words, and j turned again
to my wood chopping and smote the
branch Justify, wishing 1t We're Jack
Postgate's insolent neck.
boys, and we had fought out the battle
of the day more than once with our
fists while our fathers were busy with
deadlier weapons.
In those encounters 1t had taken all
my time to gain the victory, for he was
near three years older than l, but "
would be another affair now, and 1
! looked after him and clenched my fists
and longed for the chance.
He looked no Puritan figure either, as
he pranced along on his spirited nag;
he was as fine as a peacock. His hat
was plumed, his sword belt as richly
embroidered and his rapier hilt as
gaily worked as any cavalier I a ever
seen. There was not so much lace,
perhaps, as a fop on our side loves, but
his clothes were bright, and Of his par
ty Jack was certainly a dandy Of the
first water.
The father was OF the old school,
snow-white linen, sad-colored dress, a
simple strap to carry his sword, a plain
steeple hat shading a thin, severe face.
The son I disliked and despised; the
father I disliked, and in my present
position, feared. 1t Is the custom with
US to Ak round general names upon all
of the opposite party-snuff1ing rogues,
canting hypocrites, n the like; but 1t
is idle work, and In the end every man
must be judged by himself.
Neither Sir John Postgate's party nor
principles We're to my fancy, but I
could not allow him to be other than
an inleXibly honest and upright man.
If his duty, as he conceived II, re-
quired that / should be laid by the
heels, he would so lay me, but to my
disfs.vor he would wrest nothing. I
had rather ten rogues to my enemies
than one such man.
True, the rogues, will dig pits for you.
yet the chances are many that they
themselves will fall into the pits they
have digged; whereas q man Of single
purpose follows his aim with a con-
stancy at once dreadful and intrepid.
After 81 time / shouldered a bundle of
wood and made my way to the back of
the house, and entered the kitchen. 1t
was empty, and a fancy to see what
was going on in the fore part darted
into my mind. I Invent quickly across to
a second room and slipped up the back
stairs.
At the head of the first fight a mar
row passage ran to the gallery over
looking the hall, and I trod quietly
along 1t. Voices came to my ears and
I craned my neck out from the shelter
of the passage. Below stood Jack Post
gate, Sinking and smiling n making
his finest speeches to Enid. She was
listening to him with an attention
which I bitterly grudged him, until I
comforted myself by thinking she was
polite for my sake, so unreasonable and
importunate is a lover.
Then Sir job and Roger came up the
hall together. and the Try old indie
pendent paused before her fresh young
beauty. Enid smiled back and held him
in gay talk, and Jack cut in again and
again, and was left unregarded, at
which I took great pleasure. But I
dared not stay long lest my rambling
should be discovered and awaken sus-
picion, SO returned to the kitchen and
sat down to await my dinner.
In the afternoon I was again busy
hacking wood, for to labor uncomplain-
ingly at q mental task greatly helped
my disguise, when 7 lifted my eyes and
saw my love coming toward me. She
stood opposite me for q long time and
regarded me carelessly, as x idly
watching my busy axe while she took
the air, then sauntered closer little by
little. I began to carry my logs to a
pile just beyond where she stood, and
we conversed rs I passed and repassed.
And your interview?'
II think 1t was a. SUCCESS. He was
extremely civil. Roger had explained to
aHhtm that I had come here because Of
the disturbed state Of our neighbor-
hood; and I told him of the Red Men Of
the Dusk"
After all. they gave you a useful
story to spin"
H listened attentively, and then
Y told me how things stood here, yet
begged me, however, to use the house
as long as 7 pleased,
"A graciena invitation. indsad. to a
Lady undAr her own roof"