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

Il do not see how you can miss it, +"
he replied. IF your brother were to
double up his fists and sail into this
young Tuffian, who is making rim mis-
cradle and laughing to scorn ali your
kindly efforts to forgive him and make
him love you both by being gentle with
him, he would only be doing, as an in
dividual, what the colonies did as a
nation when they fought, from licking
ton 10 Yorktown. In trying in this
you make him what is worse, cow
ard. Miss Kemble, it seems to ME that
il is 4 fine thing for one t. interfere,
even at the cost of blows, in defense
of Il weaker one who is unable to de-
fard himself; but it seems 20 me an
eleme ntal necessity that ore must de-
fend himself against tyranny and in
silt and imposition. at any cost--or
else lose all there IS in him that has
value in life and character"
"Thef you would have ne pit my
brother against this larger boy ds
though in a prize ring" she cried.
Never said he fe.s entity. "But in
stead of seeing him Sink in fear from
the presence of his enemy, would
Serd him as young David was sent
against Goliath. Miss Kemble, j: is
not a question of mere comfort while
you stay here, but it is an issue that
is likely to govern your brothers en-
tire life"
She rose and turned toward the
house. 1 fear you must have had a
hard, sad life" she said with a slight,
plying smile. Now; my experience
has been different
Because you are a woman"
h,4A In, rx-ffh
There was a case in town that you may
have heard of-the struggle for a play
ground for the Kane place SCHOOL,"
Yes" he said; I have heard of it.
1 know a little about it,"
Then you know that the street has
been secured in spite of all the fight
that man Reep made against it,"
Yes, L know"
Il was in that movement" she con-
tinued earnestly; land l can tell you
that the only force used against that
man, for all his insults and meauness
and l think he did everything possi-
ble-was the power of kindness, for
giveness, gentle persuasion. Nothing
else. And it WON'T Triumph shone
from her face as she SAID it.
Kindness, forgiveness and gentle per-
suasion against such a monstrosity as
Martin Reepi And she believed, she had
conquered that animal with kindness:
And here he was Misunderstanding her
small brother for a battle with Bub
Lutes.
1t had been a ticklish and intricate
task to arouse David's dormant power
of resistance to the fighting point. If
there had not been a certain show of
manliness under his almost girlish ex-
terror, it is probable that Stannard
would not have tried to awaken him.
But that awakening had been deity
and delicately accomplished; piece of
work comparable in fineness with some
of the manipulations that had made
Stannard a power and almost a wonder
in his world of large activities.
They walked one afternoon, he and
David through the orchard and across
the meadow, to the old country grave
yard that Stannard so well remem-
bered. By the side of a sunken grave
he sat down in the shade of tree and
called the boy to him.
1t was a rather long, but very in
teresting story that Stannard told his
young friend while they rested there,
and it was all about that Andrew
Thinker, country school master, beside
whose grave they sat and talked; about
him, and STANDARDS first days of
was a low-minded bully with special
delight in troubling Philip Stannard,
who was smaller and loved peace.
He drove me around, David" said
Stannard, It'll 1 was the coward of the
school Worst of all, I know myself
that 1 was a coward. Any boy who
chose could impose on me or do me
harm, and be safe. There was no fight
in me-till the evening Andrew Thinker
kept me after school. I believed l was
to be punished, but l was mistaken
He sat and talked with me, as a friend
till dark. He told me of brave men
by the dozen from the old times on
down; men who were as gentle as
women till they were reused by some
wrong, some cruel, cowardly hateful
deed such as Bub delights to do to
you-and lions to fight when they were
aroused in this way.
And then, David" said Stannard,
his voice tender with sympathy, after
this good friend of mine had shown
me that I must whip this bully he
taught me how to do 1.-THE was clev-
er boxer-and I went in one day and
did it; and that night my Rub I.utes
sneaked his books from the school
house. and that was the last L ever
saw of him till he came up again to
torment you"
ITO torment me?" The boys eyes
grew large with the wonder Of his
question.
Yes. to torment you. That Bub
Lutes / fought was the father of your
Bub Lutes-and just as great a bully
and just as great a coward"
But, Mr.. Stannard-do' you believe