Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1904-12-15
CHAPTER I1.-(Continued.)

dHt, ana HOW III heavens name let lis
settle that score which every hour has
added to since first beheld your
'.And my honor r. he asked coldly.
Mhatt?s stammered. II ask you
to maintain 1t with rife or rapier!
Blood scours furnished names!
Not your BLOOD" he said, with a
stealthy glance at the dining room
door-"not the blood Of boy. That
would rust my honor. Wait, Master
Cardigan; wait bit"
"Yous will not meet me?'' blurted
out, mortified.
I'm year, perhaps" he said absent.
y, scarcely looking at me as he spoke.
Then from within the dining hall
came Sir Williams roar: Body O. me-!
Am to be kept here at twiddle thumbs
for lack Of a carverT
It was Sir Williams pleasure that L
learn to carve, and, in truth, / found it
easy.
We were but four to dine that day.
Sir William, Mr.. Butler, Silver Heels
and myself. Mistress Molly remained
in the nursery. Colonel Guy Johnson
remained at Detroit, Captain John
johnson was on mission to Albany,
Thayendanegea in. Quebec, and Colonel
Claus, with his lady, had gone to
Castle Cumberland. There were no
visiting officers or Indians at johnson
Hall that week.
Having carved the juicy joint, the
gilly served Sir William, then Mr.. But
Ter, then Silver Heels, whom 1 had
scarcely noticed, so full was l Of my
quarrel with Mr.. Butler Now, as
Saunders laid her plate, gave her
look which meant, II did not tell Sir
William" whereupon she smiled at her
plate and clipped spoonful from
dish Of potatoes.
Mr.. Butler and Sir William spoke
grayely Of the discomfort now rampant
in the town Of Boston, and Of Captain
John Johnson's mission to Albany.
listened greedily, shifting for news of
war, but understood little Of their dis
course save what pertained to the In
dams. ts., -
rangers, but, having always associated
militia and rangers with war on the
Indians, thought little OF what they
discussed. 1 even forgot my new dig
nifty, and secretly pinched a bread
crumb into the shape of little pig
which showed to Silver Heels. She
thereupon pinched out q dog with
hounds ears for me to admire.
I was reused by Sir Williams voice
in solemn tones to Mr.. Butler, .'Now,
God forbid should live to see that,
Captain Butlr!' and pricked up my
ears once more, but made nothing Of
what followed, save that there were
certain disloyal mss in Massachusetts
and New York who might rise against
our king and that our Governor Tryon
meant to take some measures concern
ing tea
Some day, Sir William, will you
not make me one of your deputies?'
asked eagerly.
Hear the lad!' cried Sir William,
pushing back his chair. ION my soul,
Captain Butler, it is time for old
weather worn Indian commissioners
like me to resign and make way for
younger blood! And his majesty might
be worse served than by Micky here,
Ell, Captain Butler?'
Perhaps" said Mr.. Butler in his
deaf voice.
Sir William rose, and we all stood
up The barenet went out to the por-
tico, where Bareshanks, one of his
Scotch gillies, attended with gait, spear
and net sack.
So he went away, the sentry at the
south blockhouse presenting his fire.
lock, and back into the hall.
| had now been enfranchised nearly
three hours and had already used these
first moments of liberty in picking a
mortal quarre, with Mr.. Butler. | had
begun rashly, l admitted that, yet
could not regret the defiance. Soon or
late felt that Mr.. Butler and / would
meet. / had believed it for years.
Now that at last our tryst was in sight
1t neither surprised nor disturbed me,
nor, now that he was out of my sight.
did feel impatient to settle it, so ac-
customed had I become to waiting for
the inevitable hour
AdouAtCo Lie SLdlIWuy, seeking nv
own little chamber. Sitting there on
my cot, surveyed my domain serene
ly, proud as though it had been a man
sion and all mine. My chamber was
small, yet pleasing Upon the walls |
had placed, by favor of Sir William,
pictures of the best running horses at
Newmarket, also four prints Of camp
by Vatican, well executed, though
French; also there hung above the door
foxs mask, my whip, my hunting
horn, my spurs and two fish rodA made
for me by Joseph Brant, who is called
Thayendanegea, chief of the Mohawk
and of the Six Nations and brother to
Aunt Molly, who is no kin of mine.
though her children are Sir williams
and he is my kinsman
had written in my life but two let
tiers, one three years since | wrote to
Sir Peter Warren to thank him for
sum Of money sent for my use, the
other to little girl named Marie Liy-
lngston, whom knew in Albany when