Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1907-12-20

They drove into Sydney next day
with specimens OF the family crest.
which Tom was to bear Oh every but.
ton. Daintree being u magistrate. q
cOckade was duly included In the or
der. and for time the master was In
high feather at the prospective dis
play. But 1t recalled family troubles
ere long. and oil the way home he
talked dismaliy Of himself as an "exile
ike Byron-my literary second SELF"
Somebody had once called him ''own
quoting the phrase. lie was destitute
Of humOr and made Tom blush for
him where he would have shaken with
laughter ut another.
His cOntrariety was unique. Not
only was he a good magistrate spoilt
through neglecting the bench for his
desk. but an old athlete who Dragged
about the poetry he could not write
instead OF about the races he had real
ly won. On the top Of his bookshelf
stood the row Of furnished silver cups.
and his proud eye climbed no higher
than the volume or two Of mediocre
verse underneath. He made little
enough OF his genuine triumphs. his
real abilities. but he would talk with
bated breath Of a few stanxas which
often rhymed AZ false as they rang.
Once Tom cleaned the cups when Dam.
tree was out. and he few into some
thing very like rage when no came
IN and saw them. He was the most
unaccOuntable Of men.
"Still he Is the kindest," was Toms
reflection ON the top Of that conclusion,
and the same night he not only made
another Of his poor attempts at thank
ing Daintree for all that he was doing
and had done; he at lost put the Ques-
ton which seemed to mark q stride
In his slow and uphill return from
brute to man And yet even now Il
was NO very sincere curiosity, but
rather an uncomfortable feeling that
be ought to seem curious, which
prompted him to say:
II can't understand your kindness to
me. Why did you begin ~ Why do
you 60 ONT I wonder what made you
take an interest In me at the start!'
Wonder was the word, for wonder
be did. but keenly inquisitive he was
not, and the stride was shorter than
It had looked.
II believed In your innocence" re-
piled Daintree with elaboration: that
was ALL"
II can't think why. You were the
only one. Yet you knew nothing about
me. II seems" And still his tone was
that Of purely impersonal speculation.
Daintree took the cheroot from be.
tween his teeth.
Fl knew something about Blaydcs."
said he.
"Ah!'
mot much: very little. In fact but
that little was pretty bad. I knew
what an Internal backyard he was.
and I felt sure there must be more
ruined men than one upon his track.
You remember that point in the de.
feoser'
Tom Jumped up. Don't remind me
Of ity' he cried. THE very barrister
disbelleved In me! And 1t doesn't in
terest mo now: it only hurts. Don't
speak Of It II you please"
"Oh. very we'll" said Daintree.
"only that point was suggested by
ms"
Your exclaimed Tom in an altered
voice. "Ah. but what don't owe to
you? More than I can ever realize or
believe: everything - everything - and
yet I refuse to speak Of 1t to you Of
all men! You see how ungrateful !
am: you see what they've made Of me
among them. Oh. sir. forgive me. have
patience with me. and may be CRATE
full yet! Give me time. and shall
thank you as cannot now"
"You shall not" rsjoined Daintrs0
firmly. You were quite right and
Wen speak Of all this NO more. Good
heavens!" he cried out How do you
know my motives were 80 purel What
II It was Q mere whim-and not alto
gether my own? At all events. take
NO credit for 1t. and never you thank
me again. do you heart You'll offend
me II you do. You will indeed"
He spoke earnestly. VIGOROUSLY and