Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-03-12
TIMES uB1lUAr mARsHAILrowN iowa MARCH IL 1919

soft ripple that bore them company.
fell into q restful sleep.
Tho raft drifted on into the days
heat; and when at last Yancy awoke.
1t was to md Henry and Keppel seat
ed beside him, each solacing him with
. small moist hand. Mrs. Cavendish
appeared. bringing Yancy's breakfast
In her wake came Connie with the
baby, and the three little brothers
who were to be accorded the cher
ished privilege Of seeing II poor gen.
tleman eat. Cavendish presented him
self at the opening that did duty az
Q door.
This looks like bein' alive. strang-
or" he commented genially.
"You-all amt told me yo' name
YETI" said Yancy.
cts Cavendish. Richard keppei
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-soin' to tell
you, you'll take as bein' said man to
man." he began, with the impressive
air of one who had q secret Of great
! moment to impart. Ever hear tell
Of lords?"
mo" Fancy 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 invalid's
wandering glance.
"You mean kings!"
II shore do"
Yancy made a 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?"
.Td plumb forgot. why my daddy
fit all through the war;" exclaimed
Yancy. The Cavcndistcs We're i'm
| mensely relieved.
'Now you-all keep STILL" said Cav
erdish. II want Mr.. Yancy should get
i the straight of this here! The vari-
GUS orders of royalty are kings, dukes,
earls and lords. Earls is the third
from the top of the heap. but lords
amt no SLOUGH
"Dick had ought to know, TO- he's
an earl himself" cried Polly exultant.
: ly.
| "sho,' Richard Kcppe! Cayerdish.
Earl of Lambeth! Sho', that was what
he was! Shot," and some transient
feeling of awe stamped itself upon
their small faces IS they viewed the
long and timber figure of their par
! ent.
.These here titles 60 to the eldest
son. He begins by bein' a .viscount,"
continued Chills and Fever. 1T was
my great grandfather come over here
from England. His name was Rich
ard Keppel Cavendish, same as mino
is. He lived back yorder on the Caro-
lima coast and went to raisin' tobac
co. 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 ii people only knowed the truth
about him they'd respect him mo-, and
mebby treat him better. Well, sir,
he married and riz 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 aver
sion agin labor as his father had.
Folks put it down to laziness. but they
misjudged 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 on something in the paper, and he
started up and let out q yell like he'd
been shot. by gum, I'm the Earl OF
LAMBETH he says, and took out to
the nearest tavern and got bilin' full.
Afterward he showed EN- the paper
and they seen with their own eyes
where Richard Keppel Cavendish.
Earl of Lam beth. 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 lick OF work
after that.
"1'm an orphan man of title now
and it's been my dream to take Polly
and the children and 60 back to Eng.
land and see the king about my title
Don't you reckon he's got the notion
the Caverdishes has petered out?''
Mr.. Fancy considered this likely.
The furious shriekinS of steam-
packets whistle broke In upon them.
ITS another of them hawgs, want
in all the river!" said Mr.. Cavendish.
and fed to the steering oar.
(To Be Continued.)
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