The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1903-05-29
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las night"
Mr.. Robert lit cigar in the show
ow, and the smoke looked like his gray
ghost expanding and escaping into the
night air. Somehow, Uncle Bushrod
could barely force his reluctant tongue
to the dreadful subject. He stood,
awkward, shambling, with his feet up
on the gravel and fumbling with his
stick. But then, afar off-three miles
away, at the Jimtown switch-he
heard the faint whistle of the coming
train, the one that was to transport
the Weymouth name into the regions
of dishonor and shame. All fear left
him. He took off his hat and faced
the chief of the clan he served, the
great, royal, kind, lofty. terrible Wey-
mouth-he bearded him there at the
brink of the awful thing that was
about to happen.
"Marse Robert" he began, his voice
quavering little with the stress of
his feelings, "you member de day dey
all rode de tunament at Oak Lawn !?
De day, sub, dat you win in de ridin',
and you crown Miss Lucy de queen ?"
"Tournament? said Mr.. Robert,
taking his cigar from his mouth, "Y es,
I remember very we'll the-but what
the deuce are you talking about tour
naments here at midnight for? Go
long home, Busbrod. I believe you're
sleep-walking."
"Miss Lucy fetch you on de should
err" continued the old man, never heed
ing, "wid s'ord, and say: Il mex you
a knight, Sub Robert-rise up, pure
and fearless and without reproach.
Dat what Miss Lucy say. OATS been
long time ago, but me nor you amt
forgot it. And den dar's another time
we amt forgot-de time when Miss
Lucy lay on her las bed. She sent
for Uncle Bushod, and she say: 'Un-
Gle Bushrod, when I die, want you
to take good care of Mr.. Robert.
Seem 'like-so Miss Lucy say-'he
listen to you mo- dan to anybody else.
He apt to be mighty fractions some
times, and maybe he cuss you when
you try to 'suade him, but he need
somebody what understand him to be
round wild him. He am like little
child sometimes'-so Miss Lucy say,
wild her eyes shinin' in her po' thin
face-'but he always been'-dem was
her words-'my knight, pure and fear
less and without reproach.'"
Mr.. Robert began to mask, as was
his habit, tendency to soft-hearted-
ness with spurius anger.
"Yau-you old windbag !" he growl-
ed through cloud of swirling cigar
smoke. II believe you are crazy. l
told you to go home, Bushrod. Miss
Lucy said that, did she? Well, we
haven't kept the scutcheon very clear.
Two years ago last week, wasn't it,
Bushrod, when she died? Confound
it! Are you going to stand there all
night Cabling like coffee-colored
gander p
The train whistled again. Now it
was at the water tank, mile way.
"Marse Robert" said Uncle Bush.
rod, laying his hand on the satchel
that the banker held, "for Gawd's
sake, don take dis wild you. knows
what's in it. / knows what's in it. /
knows where you got it in de bank.
Dom kyar' it wild you. Dey's big
trouble in dat valise for Miss Lucy
and Miss Laey's child's chillun. Hits
bound to destroy de name of Wey.
mouth and bow down dem dot own it
wild shame and triberlation. Marse
Robert, you can kill dis ole niger et
you will, but dom take away dis 'er'
valise. If l ever crossed over the de
Jordan, what gwine to say to say to
Miss Lvcy when she ak me: Uncle
Bushrod, wharfo' didn't you take good
care of Mr.. Robert p
Mr.. Robert Weymouth threw away
his cigar and shook free .one arm with
that peculiar gesture that always pre-.
ceded his outbursts of irascibility
Uncle Bushrod bowed his head to the
expected storm, but he did not finch
If the house Of Weymouth was to fall
he would fall with it. The banker
spoke, and Uncle Bushrod blinked
with surprise. The storm was there
but it was suppressed to the quiet
ness of summer breeze.
"Bushrod,'' said Mr.. Robert in 8
lower voice than he usually employed
"you have overstepped all bounds
You have presumed upon the leniency
with which Won have been treated t(