The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1910-01-14

Eleven In AprH," said, Tom,
promptly.
Then It will be ten years before
you have anything to say to your
! place. as you call 1t. I've seen your
place, Tom It Is not so very much Of
ia place as for flag, you know we
might mount a flag at Easton II we
liked. and nobody would mind.
Toms black brows had gathered,
and his eyes looked with that fierce
ness mingled with fear which belongs
to chaldhood. into his stepfathef'e
face. &e was very wroth to have his
| Dreteng1cns thus made light OF. but
| the habitual faith of his age alarmed
him with sense that 1t might be
true.
wen mount one this afternoon
his tormenter said; sit will be fun for
you and me. taking It down when
! your mother goes out for her drive,
and hosting it again when she comes
back. She deserves flag better than
| you do. don't You think? Almost as
well as the Queen. The only danger
Is that the country people might take
Easton for the Beaufort Arms, and
want to come In and drink beer.
What do you think?s
II say. Beau, are you in real earn
est about hag?s
~To be sure. I don't know what
You hayesoE yours at the Towers, but
have a famous blazon on the Beau
fort one. Wen get square of silk
from your mother and paint 1t as soon
as we go In. forget what your arms
are, Tom"
II don't know" said the boy hum
bly,. II never heard anything about
them. didn't know you had arms
on. q dag"
"Ah!n said Beaufort, syou own
there are great many things you
don't know yet. And about matters
that concern gentlemen. wouldn't
advise you either to take nurses opin-
ion or that OF your young man whose
father Is in trade"
Tom rode along by his stepfather's
side in silence for some time. He felt
much taken down-crushed by SUI
periority- which he could not resist,
yet very unwilling to yield. There
was always the uncomfortable eonvic-
ton in his mind that what Beaufort
said must be true. mingled with the
uneasy feeling that Beau might be
chatting all the time. combination
confusing for every simple mind. He
felt instinctiveiy that a flag at Eastons
would turn his own grandeur, which
he believed In SO devoutly, into ridi-
Guile; for Easton was not much more
than villa, in the suburbs of little
town. At the same time he could not
but feel that to haul 1t up and down
when his mother went out or came In
would be fun; and the painting OF the
/ flag with grand middle Of paints
and means of construction in general
still greater fun, and the most de-
lightful way of spending the after.
Roon.
II say, Beau. he asked after long
interval, whats In your arms, as you
call them? should like to know
You should not ask what's in
them. but what they are. Tom. A fell
low Of your pretentions ought to
know. Fancy q chatelaine in ignor-
ance Of such a matter
Whats q chatelaine? You are
only laughing at me-" cried the boy,
with lowering eyebrows. sits thing
mother wears at her side all hanging
with silver chains"
"It's the master of a place-like
what you suppose yours to be. Ny
arms are rather too grand for sim
pie gentleman to have. We quarter
the shields of France and England"
said Beaufort, gravely, forgetting who
his companion vas for the moment
Then he laughed again. "I'm sure.
Tom, though have not castle
have a flag almost as grand as the
Queens
All this was rather humbling to
poor Toms pride, and confusing to
his intellect. but he came home full
Of plans of painting and putting up
this wonderful flag. There was an
Did flagstaff somewhere. which had
been used for the decorations of some
school feast. Beaufort, much amused,
Instructed his small assistant to paint
this in alternate stripes of blue and |
white. 1.-THE colors of the bordure.
you know, Tom aOh. are they?"
cried Tom, determined to pretend to |
understand. And Lady Car found |
him in the early afternoon, in a shed
appropriated to carpentering behind |
The house, delightfully."- occupied about
The task, and with patches of blue and |
white all over him from shoe to chin. i
what are you doing. Tom?" she |
cried. Janet following stood trans
ixed with her eyes widening every
moment-half with wonder-haif !
with envy What she would have |
given to paint the stan and flag, in
imitation of Tom.
It's the colors of the bordure, !" said |
the boy. II am doing it for Beau"
"The colors Of what?" Lady Car