The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-08-11

The padded gloves met in a swift
rally of attack and ward, but it was
the last; the lesson was ended. Stan
nard wiped his moist brow, and as his
young pupil followed his example, he
said:
You do pretty well with the gloves,
David, but you want more practice in
your foOtwork. You will need to be
lively in getting away, you know; and
you want to watch your wind closer.
Draw the other fellow on to do the
rushing, but you simply stand him off
till his breath is gone. You know you
must take good care of yourself. And
you want to get a little more steam
into your blows. They fall a little
short. We want to work them up next
time till they land just right. Now,
let US go and hunt up your sister and
see what she is doing"
They found her sitting on a rustic
settee under the. shady spread of a
wide, leafy elm. She was regarding an
open book and seemed TO be reading,
but she put it down with a pleasant
smile and appeared to welcome the in
trusion. sit down." she urged. 1T is
delightful here. This quiet is what you
cannot have in a city park
Stannard accepted the gracious invi-
tation, but David had other enterprises
awaiting his attention. He fingered
half shy and hesitant, near his friend
but at last he drew near and asked
with extreme bOyish respectfulness, the
lean of STANDARDS knife. Stannard
paused in his talk, surveyed the boy in
a leisurely way, and, with much DELHI
Grafton. drew from his pocket a small
buckskin case. with bright clasps.
From this he slipped the finest pocket
knife that David had ever seen. He
turned il over and over, inspecting it
with critical approval, while the boy
watched him. AT last he said: David,
this knife has your name engraved on
the handle, and I am inclined to think
it belongs to you-if you like it, He
passed it, with pleasant smile, into
the eager hand Of the boy, accepted his
stammered thanks with all the cOur-
tesy of disclaimer he could have shown
if David had been man and the obi
cation a thousandfOld greater, and
and smiled delightfully."- when the boy
bounded away, in sheer happiness, with
his new treasure
They sat in silence a few moments,
and then Stannard said: Il fear that
some of Davids adventures here have
not been exactly pleasing to him, and,
from what you say, 1 imagine that
they must have been about as disagree
able to you"
You mean-that boy?"
Yes. that young ruffian, Bub
Lutes''
The young woman looked away for
a moment, and her face was disquiet-
ed. 1T was rather hard at first" she
said presently. Il thought for a time
we might have to leave here and so
somewhere else, but of late David
seems different. He appears net TO
care. L have been trying to help him
to see that it is his duty
to forgive, and again forgive,
and 1 think he is succeeding.
He seems to be growing-oh, more res
Olute, and more careless of those. mean
things Bub does to annoy him; so l
am very hopeful that he is winning a
victory now; but it was hard 1T first,
both for him and for me-"
StannaTd sat very still. Something
in her communication had sent a chill
all through him and set him thinking
so busily he could not gather his words
for speech; but presently ne smiled, a
little grinly, and said: And for me,
too!"
Il have had hard work 10 keep my
hands off Lutes several times these
few days past" he continued after a
moment, and I don't believe l could
have done il if it had not been for
David's own sake. / have made IN my
mind that ne can whip this young
Goliath in a fair fight, and there is no
manner of doubt that he ought 10 do
1t, on his own account; so I nave rot
interfered with the natural course of
the affair. Some day it will come,
and the sooner the better. Bub is a
bully, and nothing but a thrashing by
a smaller boy will do him any good !;
David is being cowed till he is losing
his natural courage, and nothing but
whipping Bub can save him
He was keenly observing Ellen KEN
ble's face while he spoke. and he saw
the cloud gather over it with his words;
a look of disapproval and d look of
pain. I cannot agree with you'll am
afraid she said, gently but firmly,
as she looked uD at him. Il cannot
see that good can come out of hatred
and strife. There is a higher bray
cry than that which merely battles and
coBquers-the bravery that suffers and
eadures.''
Stannard sat looking off across the
sunny country. his knees elapsed in his
hands, his face set in the fixity of per-
picking thought. Presently he turned
TO her and said: Then you think that
George Washington and John Hancock.
and the rest of that band of heroes
lowered themselves when they resisted
the oppression of the colonies and gave
as this land and this liberty?"
Go not--quite-think l see the par
aliel, she replied, looking at him in
absolute candor.