Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1904-01-28
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Irembled, the tender arms clasped him
20 tightly. "Oh, Rupert, she said,
how was it,
II will tell you, mamma, said the
child DO not cry: indeed he did not
hndt me, took care of that. But yes.
terday. he, Luigi said all English boys
We're towards, and he struck me; so
to-day l went down to his house and
asked him to fight | beat him, though
he is the oldest, | fought him for
honor, you know, mamma.
But she was looking at him with
SWEET, frightened eyes
You must not fight, Rupert, she
cried, eagerly; never, never again.
1t is wicked my boy, wicked and
wrong. Say you will never fight again.
Il cannot. mamma" replied the
child Suppose, you know, boy
strikes me. what am | to do them"
In voice sweeter than the cooling
of ringdove. she told him those sim.
pie, glorious words, spoken by lips
Divine, words that teach patience nm.
der injuries, forgiveness under wrong,
"If boy strikes me" said the child,
Am | OF to give it back to him again,
mammal"
No" she replied, eagerly YOU
must show patience"
But" interrupted the boy, "he
would think | was a coward, mamma.
And she, in her sweet timidity, was
startled at this. She hardly knew
what to answer She felt like a wom
an; he already reasoned like a man,
Then Lord Vivian came toward
them, and Beatrice Leigh took The
child's hand.
Nay Vialante," said her husband
that is false teaching. You must
train my hoy to be brave; to he able
not only to take his own part but to
defend the weak and the helpless, to
fight for those who cannot fight for
themselves.
A new view on the subject. which
seemed to relieve little Rupert wonder
fully He raised his earnest eyes, so
like his rnothers to Lord Vivians
face
Then you DO not think lighting
wrong, papa" he asked. anxiously
Not if it be in a good cause, my
son, was the somewhat puzzIing
reply
Then spoke Beatrice:
"All the men of your race, Rupert,
have been brave" she said, You
must net be the first coward in the
family"
But if mamma cries?' said the boy
And the next moment his fair little
head was hidden on her breast,
Come with me, Rupert" said Lord
Vivian, land will explain to you
Father and son walked away togeth.
or. Now was the time for Miss Leigh
to plant sharp dagger in the gentle
heart of her unconscious rival.
He is splendid little fellow" she
said 1T would be a thousand pities to
make a milksop of him"
Il only want him TIC be good Vic.
lante replied, pfteously; indeed. Beat
rice, that is all
Good" cried Miss Leigh. while the
scorn of queen rippled over her face.
Good is but another word for weak,
at least on the lips of people like You. =
One higher than ! has spoken of
the beauties of peace" said Lady Vic
lante. gently.
There are several theories con
tinued Miss Leigh that would seem
strange put into practice. II you per-
- n
blow and not return it. you viii, in
plain words, ruin him and unfit him
for his place as the head of the Sci
wyns
But ii is right pleaded Lady VIC
lante.
You cannot Judge retorted Miss
Leigh; with men Of our class, honor
stands fair-and honor ] think, de
mands a blow for a blow"
One of Miss Leighs favorite weap-
ons against Lady Violante was ALWAYS
speaking Of her as though she belong
ed to different class. and knew moth
ing OF the habits of those with whom
she now lived
If Lord Vivian takes my advice, =
said Miss Leigh, The will send the boy
to a good English school He win be
trained like man there"
And as she walked away, Lady Vic.
lante looked after her with despairing
eyes.
Even nv child is not my own" she
aid Il may rot train him. ! may
not teach him / cannot take him my