The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1911-12-13
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| But Polly had heard Cavendish
speak, and the murmur of Yancy's
voice in reply. Now her head appeared
beside her husbands.
| La, you are some better, amt YOU
sir?' she cried, smiling down on him.
tits been right smart of spell, too;
yes, sir, you've laid like you was dead
and not TO- matter of hours either
but days"
How long,"
"Well, nigh on to three weeks
They saw Yancy's eyes widen with
a look of dumb horror.
"And you don't know nothing about
my nevvy?-you amt seen or heard
of him, ma'am?" faltered Yancy.
Polly shook her head regrettully.
"Ten or whereabouts, maam. He
were heap of comfort to me-" and
the whisper on Yancy's lips was Won
derfully tender and wistful. He closed
his eyes and presently, luHed by the
soft ripple that bore them company,
fell into restful sleep.
The raft drifted on into the days
heat; and when at last Yancy awoke,
lit was to find Henry and Keppel seat
led beside him, each solacing him with
Ia small, moist hand. Mrs. Cavendish
appeared, bringing Yancy's breakfast.
In her wake came Connie with the
baby, and the three brothers who
were to be accorded the cherished
privilege of seeing the poor gentleman
eat. Cavendish presented himself at
the opening that did duty as door.
"This looks like bein' alive, stran-
"You-all amt told me yo' name YETI"
said Yancy.
"Its Cavendish. Richard Keppel
Cavendish."
my names Yancy-Bob Yancy."
Mr.. Cavendish exchanged glances
with Mrs. Cavendish. BY nod of her
dimpled chin the lady seemed to urge
some more extended confidence on his
part Chills and Fever seated himself
at the foot of Yancy's bed.
stranger, what I'm a-goin' to tell
you, you'll take as bein' said man to
man." he began, with the impressive
air of one who had secret of great
moment to impart. Ever hear tell
of lords?"
NO" Yancy was quick to notice the
look of disappointment on the faces of
his new friends
Are you ever heard of royalty?"
and Cavendish fixed the invalids
wandering glance.
"You mean kings?"
81 shore do
Yancy made mighty mental effort.
There's them Bible kings" he
ventured at length.
Mr.. Cavendish shook his head.
"Them's sacred kings. Are you ia
miliar with any of the profane kings,
Mr.. Yancy?'
well, taking them as they come,
them Bible kings seemed to average
pretty profane." Yancy was disposed
to defend this point.
"You must heard of the kings of
England. Sho', want any of yo' folks
in the war agin' him."
"Pd plumb forgot, why my daddy fit
all through the war;" exclaimed Yam.
cy. The Cavendishes were immensely
relieved.
Nov, you-all keep STILL" said Cav
endish. Il want Mr.. Yancy should get
the straight of this here! The various
orders of royalty are kings, dukes,
earls and lords Earls is the third
from the top of the list, but lords amt
no slouch.'
Dick ought to know, TO- he's an
earl himself" cried Polly exultantly.
"Sho'. Richard Keppel Cavendish.
Earl of Lambeth! Sho', that was what
he was! Shot," and some transient
feeling of awe stamped itself upon
their small faces as they viewed the
long and timber figure of their parent.
These here titles go to the eldest
son. He begins by bein viscount,"
continued Chills and Fever. 1T was
my great grandfather come over here
from England. His name was Richard
keppel Cavendish, same as mine is.
He lived back yonder on the Carolina
coast and went to raisin' tobacco. I've
heard my grandfather tell how he'd
heard folks say his father was always
hintin' in his ticker that he was heap
better than he seemed, and if people
only knowed the truth about him
they'd respect him mo-, and maybe
treat him better Well, sir, he mar
ried and riz a family; there was my
grandfather and passed. of girls-and
that crop of children was the only
decent crop he ever riz.
MY grandfather said he never
knowed a man with the same aversion
agn labor as his father had. Folks
put it down to laziness, but they mis-
judged him, as come out later, yet he
never let on.
Then one day he got his hands on
a paper that had come acrost in a
ship from England. All at once, he lit
en- something in the paper, and he
started up and let out yell like he'd
been shot. BY gum, Pm the Earl Of
LAMBETH he says, and took out to the
nearest tavern and got b'ilin' full. Al
terward he showed em the paper and
they seen with their own eyes where
Richard keppel Cavendish, Earl OF
Lambeth, had died in London. Ny
great grandfather told 'em that was
his uncle; that when he left home
there was several cousins-but they'd
up and died, so the title come to him.
He never done a lick Of work after
that.
I'm an orphan man of title now and
it's been my dream to take Polly and
Il