Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1904-07-14
CHAPTER III.

who was called, according to his own
account Jack Newcombe, finished his
supper then he began to show pal.
pablo signs Of exhaustion.
He felt, indeed remarkably tired.
or be sure he would have demanded
the reason Of the woodlands refusal
to allow his daughter to shake hands.
For once in a way, Jack-who was
also called THE Savage" by his In
innate friends-allowed the oppor,
tunity for a quarrel to slide by. and
very soon also allowed the pipe to
slide from his mouth, and his body
from the chair.
Rousing himself with muttered
apology, he found that the woodman
alone remained, and that he was sit,
ting apparently forgetful of his guest s
presence.
"Did you speak? said Jack, rubbing
his eyes, and struggling with a very
giant Of "A yawn. Gideon looked
round.
You are tired" he said, slowly.
Rather" assented the Savage, with
haIf-closed eyes; ut must have been
the wind. | cant keep my head up"
The woodman rose, and taking down
from cupboard a bundle Of fox
skins, arranged them on the floor, put
a couple Of chalr.cushiOns at the head
to serve as pillows. and threw n rid.
| ig.cloak- which, by the way, did not
| 4,
tire, and pointed " the impromptu
| bed
Thanks" said Jack, getting up and
taking off his coat and boots
III Is poor bed" remarked the
woodman. but the Savage INTERRUPT ed
him with cheerful though sleepy as,
surance that It needed no apologies.
II could sleep on a rail tonight" he
said. land that looks comfortable
enough for n king Fine skins!
Goodnight" and he held out his hand.
Gideon looked at It, but refusing It,
nodded gravely.
You won't shake hands," eXclaim-
ed the Savage, with a little flush ana
an aggrIeved tone Come. isn't tina,
carrying the high and imposing rather
too far, old fellow? Makes one feel
moro ashamed than ever you know.
Perhaps I'd better march, after all"
No said Gideon. slowly. ~ Is
not that | owe you any ill-w Il for
your presence here. You are welcome,
but cannot take your hand. Good.
night" and he went to the stairs.
At The door, however he paused,
and looked over his shoulder.
Did Tou say that Squire Dayenant
was your uncle, Mr., Newcombe?"
"Eh-uncle? Wen, scarcely. It's
rather dihcult to tell what relation.
ship there Is between us, He's sort
of cousin | believe" answered Jack.
carelessly. but yet with n touch of
gravity that had something comical
about II, Rum old boy, isn't he?
You know him, don't YOU"
Gideon shook his head.
"Oh, ! thought you did by the way
you looked when | mentioned his
name Just now Good thing you don't.
for YOU might have something to say
about him that Is not pleasant. and
/ thought the old man and | are not
turtle doves Just now, I'm bound to
stand up for him for the sake Of old
! times
You have Quarrelei?" the old man
said but the Savage had already curled
/ himself up in the foXsiins, and was
incapable of further conversation
Gideon Rolfe crossed the room, ana
holding the candle above his head,
looked down at the sleeper
Yes, he muttcred, ITS the same
face they are alike, Faces Of angels
and tho hearts OF devils What fate
has sent him here tonight9"
Though Jack Ncwcomhe was by no
means one of those Impossible, perlccI
, heroes whom we have sometimes met
In history. and was, alas rs full of
imperfeetons as n sieve is of holes,
he was a gentlcman. and for a savage.
was possessed Of a considerable
/ amount OF dcDicacy
Seems to me-" he musod. chat the
h,a, thtuS can do is 10 take my
objectionable self out of the way he
fore any of the good folks put in an
appearances The old fellow will be
+, sure Ia order me OF the promises
directly after breakfast. and |. IL
common gratitude oughy to save hin
the trouble