The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1906-07-21
"A Prince of
Highwaynen
By KATHARINE lyman
Copyright. by Joseph b. Bowles.)

child of ny hard-riding, hard-drinklng
father rather than of my gentle moth
er. If my father had lived things had
been better with me, for | RENE mber
his great Jolly laughter when J had
behaved i'll, or so my mother thought,
yet out of mere childish roguery fnd
daring rather than with evil intent
He was not many months dead When
my brother Aymer was born
People used to wonder that we could
be sprung of one stock-l so dark, ne
so fair, ! so rude and wild in my ways,
he all gentleness.
was ever lusty. and as the years
passed | grew strong as a young colt
and unmanageable as one yet un'
bitted.
He, on the other hand kept bis fair
delicacy OF look, and vas somewhat
fraii of health, which made another
reason for my mothers loving him,
since she blamed herself that excessive
grief for my father had weakened the
unborn child.
I was lonely till my cousin Joan
came Her mother, Dame Winchester,
was my mothers sister, and now both
were widowed. Therefore they thought
well of housing their grief under one
roof
But these are childish things, and let
me on 10 the time of the great war
Ny mother was dead before those
evil days befe,l, or else she had died
of them, perhaps, as many Loyal lady
did And even at the last, dear soul,
she left q barbed wound in my heart,
for, said she to me, in those last pre-
cious hours while we yet kept her:
Roger, my son, do you love your cou-
sin Joan?'
Il know not, dearest" said |, and
redeemed, even at that moment, for |
was a callow, rough lad and would
have been ashamed to think upon love.
She laid her thin hand on mine, and
! thought she would have kissed me,
for we had drawn closer during her
fitness, but what she said was.
Listen, Roger. If Aymer loves her,
too as | fear he does, let Aymer wed
her You will forget. You Will go out
In the world among other men and
will see other ladies to love. You are
strong and valiant, my son; he Is gen
tie and delicate. Let him have his
love
| did not discreditably, and for my
"art in certain exploits came To be
hhoWh H. Mad Mainwaring."
But, alace' those glories were we'll
over, and here was |, a ragged cavalier
with but my horse, my sword and my
little dog. And ere joined some gay
friends or mine, who were making war
In another fashion, great hunger
came upon me to look upon the home
OF my childhood to seo TINT which
! had renounced and visit once again
my mothers grave.
| turned my face westward, there
fore, and rode night and day, till the
watcry sunset OF spring evening
showed me Kings Beechcs, with It's
turrets and chimneys black against the
Sky,
The window was open and some one
was singing, ripe voice. which was
slow TO recognize as that OF my tro-
Their Aymer
With the song went the thin music
Of spinct, hoisted myself by my
hands on the window sill; yet, ere
had looked within, | knew what |
should see.
My brother. dressed soberly, yet with
richness, leant by the spinet which my
cousin Joan was playing.
Several years had gone and some
thing almost matronly had come upon
my cousins beauty, something SO noble
and SO tender that | must swear COR
ever no woman's beauty We're perfect
lacking that The waves OF her chest
nut hair were rolled away from the
pure outline of her face. could see
her little ears and the fun milky
throat below the golden head.
For an instant Toasted on her beau
ty Then my eyes wandered 10 my
brother. He looked less slight than of
old, but his Apollo grace and fairness
which | used to think unbecoming "A
man, had not deserted him
The Whole scene was SO peaceful, so
full OF home, that 1t made his heart
ache who had doomed himself 10 be
homeless. And then a thought came
20 me that sent the blood surgipg 10
my head. Why, 1t WAS home scene
! looked upon, and this pair, with their
happy quietude, were no lovers eNcep,
welded ones
| had willed 1t so. or the dead had
wlilcd II for me, yet turned 10 the
nisht with an oath on nay lips and
despair In my heart for never until
then, think, had realized my love
for my cousin. And SO, swearing
would not come again, lest worse be-
fall, stsodc of to the dell in the wood
where my Saladln paved the ground.
and neighed the way had taken.
We, gentlemen OF the road, drup out
O, the world We once knew, as much
as IL We were dead
Two years did Tom Selby, Dick La
vader and myself lead the highway
mans life, and II | said il had not
things to recommend II should err