The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1903-12-04
'sBut 30 many there will know YOU
stI fear nnthfnn hut my vnicnn I an.

but 40 many there will know YOU
II fear nothing but my voice." I an
swered; that is, above everything, the
most difficult for me to conceal. I
would I could act as II I were dumb"
And you shall be as good" cried
Enid. PLAY your part right out, Geof-
frey. You are dressed as a Welshman
! from the hills; act as one. You have
but to learn two words. I'm Saesneg.'
Shake your head clunsily and say. I'm
Saesneg.' No English"
I looked up into her g face and
shining eyes, n al delighted with
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 stay at Nant-y-Bryn I had picked
up a few words and ONO phrases.
kthough I could neither make up nor un-
i3derstand q sentence of any length and
what l knew I now ~rebearsed. Enid
and SIAM 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
1 communicate with me in their w
Language, but in order that I might be
able to say something to them in the
presence Of strangers, and SO give a
l DCtlSi IOloE 10 lily assumed
For this purpose it mattered not what
gibberish 1 uttered, since the Welsh
tongue N,as utterly unknown about
Butley Croft. AS for the cultural, I
could rasp it out a little already, and
now rapidly improved under the earn
est drilling l received. A village came
in sight and I sank to my place beside
the led o
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 further 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; here it was at It's
loveliest. The air was soft and sweet
and scented: the meadows full Of cow
slips; the blackbird In the copse, huted
his rich, mellow, careless notes; the
lark, hidden in the high radiance OF
the dawn, poured a rain of joyous song,
and the fragrant, blooming, well-or-
dered English countryside delighted my
eyes as those of q man returned from
exile.
Halfway to Ludlow, we turned our
horses heads to the left and rode south,
but easily inc loiterlngly, for we a
time and to spare for our days journey.
AT midday we made a long halt at a
solitary inn, II here I changed my
last Jacohus.
There Is no room for a moneyless peo-
pie In the vide world, and the simple
truth was that I had nc other resource
at hand han to head for Butley Croft.
The afternoon was spent in moving
at a foot pace through the mild, sweet
spring sunshine by solitary bride
tracks and over wide, lonely heaths
stepped in the delicious heady fragrance
Of the gorse, for now I knew every
ward of h country, and was aiming
to come to our destination by unfre-
quented roads, since I could not say
for a certainty what reception lay be-
fore us, n wished to feel my way
carefully into the place.
1t wanted an hour to shutdown. and
we were four miles to the west Of my
house, crossing an undulating, furry
We were marching VERY
slowly along a broad grassy ride, when
l became aware OF a hOrseman COM
ing rapidly up behind US. Luckily I
had been for a long time riding In my
proper station lest we might be OBJ
served, SO we had no disposition to al
ter, I stared owe my shoulder and my
uneasiness vanished at a glance.
As l i've" l cried, here comes Rog-
er Ihorne, my steward"
you viii be all right, won't your"
cried Enid. You do not fear him?"
"F'ea him!" I laughed; mo more
than I do my shadow. No more than
! do you, and what can I say more?
But soft; ride steadily on and let us
see how he Will take us?"
] had no time to say more, for Rog-
er's 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 ID; my hat was over my eyes,
I rounded and bumped my shoulders.
and sat he gray pony with the tree
slouch Of a lazy groom. AS I glanced
over u 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 Wllitesock like q picture.
her waiting maid riding at her side ana
a little behind.
Roger will canter by and I will hall
loo after him." thinking, In my foolish
ness, Of myself alone.
CONTINUED Next week.)