The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1908-09-11
only the beginning of it. This was Fri

only the beginning Of it. This was FRI
day.
On the Sunday. a unor OF the order
having gone abroad. a larger congrega-
ton than usual streaned across the
chase to church. prepared to hear some
new thing They were disappointed.
Sir Anthony stalked In. as Of Old
through the double ranks OF people
waiting at the door to receive him. and
after him Ferdinand aud his wife and
Petronilla and Baldwin and every SER
want from the house save a cook Or two
and the porter. The church vas full.
Seldom has such a congregation been
seen in it. But all passed as of Did.
Father Carey's hand shook indeed. and
his voice quavered. but he went
through the ceremony Of the mass. and
all was done in Latin. A little change
would have been pleasant. some
thought. But no one In this country
place on the borders of the forest held
very strong views. No bishop had come
hereto hunting to Cotton End. No abbey
existed to excite dislike by it's extrav-
agance. or ly its license. or by the
swarm Of ragged idlers IT. supported.
Father Carey was the most harmless
not care n way or the other. To them
Sir Anthony was king. and If any one
felt tempted to interfere the old
knights face. as he gazed steadfastly
at the brass efftgy OF a Cludde who had
fallen In Spain fighting against tho
Moors. warned the meddler to be silent.
And so on that Sunday all went well.
Blu some one must ave old tales. for
early in the week there came q strong
letter of remonstrance from the sheriff.
who was an old friend Of Sir Anthony,
and OF his w free will, I fancy, would
vn1yn vtvJ,a p.,k ~
to the Professionals and bound to stand
or fall With them. The cholerlc knight
sent back an answer by the same mes
senger The sheriff replied. the knight
misunderstanding his brother always at
his elbow. The upshot of the CORE
spondence was an announcement on
the part of the sheriff that he should
sen hts officers to the next service to
see that the queens order was obeyed
and a reply on the part of Sir Anthony
that he should as certainly put the men
In the duck pond. ON inkltng OF this
state Of things got abroad and spread
as a September fire flies through a
wood. so that there was like to be such
a congregation at the next service to
witness the trial OF strength az would
throw the last Sundays gathering alto
gether into the shade.
1t was clear at last thai Sir Anthony
himself did not think that there was
SA.S SiAa Va - VIZ Ike SATURDAY
afternoon he took a remarkable walk.
He called Petronilla after dinner and
babe her get her hood and come with
him. and h girl. who had seen 80 little
of her father In the last month, and
who. what with rumors and fears and
surmtses. was eating her heart out,
obeyed him with Joy It was a f1ne
frosty day near the close OF December.
Sir Anthony led the way over the plank
bridge which CLOSED the moat In the
rear OF the house and tranlped steadily
through the home farm toward a hill
called the Woodman's View. which
marked the border OF the forest. He
did not talk. but neither was he sunk
In reverle. AS he entered each field he
stood and scanned it. at times merely
nodding, at times smiling: or again
muttering a few words. such as. The
IT." or. THAT is where Ferdinand killed
the old mare!" or. THE best land for
wheat on this side of the house," The
hill climbed. he stood q. long time gaz-
Ing over the landscape. cycling first the
fields and meadows which stretched
away from his feet toward the house.
the latter. as seen from this point, los
Ing all it's stateliness in the mass OF
stacks and ricks and barns and gran
aries which surrounded It. Then his
eyes Travelled farther in the same line
to the broad expanse of woodland
Sotol 1uaSt-tlfOuSR WfllCn the rOa0
passed along a ridge as straight as an
arrow. To the right were more fields.
and here and there amid them a home
stead with it's smaller ring Of stacks
and barns. When he turned to the left.
his eyes, passing over the shoulders Of
Brant hill and Mill Head copse and
Beacon hill. all bulwarks OF the forest,
followed the streak Of river as it wound
away toward Stratford through lusci-
Gus flood meadows. here sgrowlng wide
and there narrow as the woodland ad-
vanced or retreated.
sit is all mine." he said as much to
himself as to the girl. ut is all Cludds
land as far as you can see."
There were tears in her eyes, and she
had to turn away to conceal them. Why
she hardly knew. for he said nothing
more. and he walked down the hill dry
eyed. but all the way home he still
looked sharply about. noting this or
that. as IL he were bidding farewell to
the old familiar objects. the spinneys
and copses-aye. and the very gates
and gaps n the hollow trees where
the owls built. 1t was the saddest and
most pathetic walk the girl had ever
taken. Yet there was nothing said.
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