Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1904-10-04
Harry Winsfield facing Captain
Cavendish and Mr.. Abbot
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shame to them that they have not
enough wit to see what they do. tell
thee this poor Harry hath harder
time of it than any slave Oh my plan
tation in Virginia, T.
But then was on my feet and, fac
ing them both with my head fiung
back and my face, | dare say. red and
white with wrath and demanding hotly
what that might be To them, ami IL my
treatment at the hands Of my stepfa
ther and my own mother WAS not he
tween them and me and none else, AMI
boy as | was, | felt as tall rs Captain
Cavendish as | stood there. captain
Cavendish stared moment ana red
dencd and frowned. and then his gaun'
face widened with his ever ready laugh
which made it passing sweet for a
man.
"Tush. lad" he cried out. And had
I known how fit thou were to fight thy
own battles | had not taken up the
cudgels for thee. and l crave thy par
don. | had not perceived that tiny
sword arm was grown, and hencefortll
thou shalt cross with thy adversaries
for all me-" Then he laughed again
and | stared at him grimly. but soften
ed, and he and Mr.. Abbot moved on
but the attorney in passing laid his
great white hand on my black name OF
hair as if he would bless me, and
shrank away from under it, and when
he said in that voice of his, Ills Il
gallant lad, and one to do good service
for his king and country would
that he had struck me that l might
have justly hit back.
1t was both a great and sad day fol
me when l came to go to Cambridge
great because Of my desire for knowl
edge and the sight Of the world which
has ever been strong within Inc, and
sad because of my leaving the little
maid without chance OF seeing heI
for so long time. She was then six
wears old, and wonder both in beauty
and mind to all who beheld her. saw
much more Of her in those days, fol
nv mother, whose heart had always
been sore for little girl, was often
with Captain Cavendish's wife. for the
sake of the child, though the two wom
en- were not OF the best accord one with
another.
Madam Rosamond Cavendish was,
suppose. beauty, though after a
strange and curious fashion. being
seemingly dependent upon those around
her for 1t, as a chameleon Is dependent
for his color upon his surroundings.
have seen Madam Cavendish. when
praised by one she loved or approached
by the little maid, her daughter, with
an outstretch of fair little arms and
coercion of dimples toward kisses, flash
into such radiance Of lOveliness that
boy as was, was dazzled by her.
Then, Oh the other hand, / have seer
her as duly opaque Of any meaning oi
beauty as one could well be. But she
loved Captain Cavendish well. and
wot he never saw her but with thai
wondrous charm. since whenever III
cast his eyes upon her it must nave
been to awaken both reflection and true
life of joy In her face. She was sc
small and exceeding slim that she
seemed no more than child, and she
was not strong. having a quick cough
ready Mt every breath Of wind, and sh'
rode nor walked like our Englishwom
ell, but lay about on cushions III the
sun. Still, when she moved 1t was will
such vitality of grace and such read
mess that no one, suspect knew how
fail she was until she sickened anc
died the second year Of my stay II
Cambridge.
When returned home I-found In hel
stead Madam Judith Cavendish, th'
mother of Captain Cavendish. who hat
come from Huntingdonshire. She wal
at that time well turned Of threescore
but a woman who was, as she had al
ways been, a power over those abou
her She looked her age, too, excep
| for her figure, for her hair was snow!
white and the lines Of her face fixet
beyond influence Of further smiles o
| tears
My Imagination has always been
| mighty factor in my estimation OF TN
characters Of others, and ! have oftel
wondered how true to facts might be
but verify it seemed to me that afte
Madam Cavendish arrived ut Caven
dish Court the influence Of that grea
strength Of character which when
exists in a woman intimidates ever
! man, no matter who he may be- mad