Gloucester County Democrat., 1912-04-04

to be mastered by another man.
Had he been more careful he certain
II would have had the victory over me-
But the morning was warm, and we
had worked for some moments. My
man stopped for moment in his calm
pinioning of my arms and perhaps
raised his hand to brush his face or
push back his hair. At that moment
luck came to my aid. He did not re-
peat the strange gentle blow at the
back of my head-one which l think
would have left unconscious man
with a neck less stiff-and as his pres
sure on my twisted arm relaxed sud-
denly got back my faculties. At once
l used my whole body as spring and
so Strengthened enough to turn and put
my arm power against his own, which
was all wanted.
He laughed when turned and with
perfect good nature freed my arm and
sprang to his feet. bowling with hand
upreached to me.
by the Lord. sir" he said. with
certain looseness of speech. as it seem
I'd to me, for a minister of the gospel.
you're the first I ever knew to break
itr
""Twas NO credit to me-" | owned.
You let go your hand. The horse is
yours
mot In the least" he responded; mot
In the least. If had felt had won
him I'd take him and not leave you
feeling as though you had been given a
present. But if you like I'll draw my
own little wager as WELL You're the
best man ever met in any country.
By the Lord, man, you broke the hold
that once saw an ex-guardsman killed
at Singapore for resisting his
arm short off, and he died on the table
I've seen it at Tokyo and Nagasaki.
Why, man. it's the yellow policeman's
hold, the secret trick of the orient.
Done in proper time. and the little gen
tleman is the match of any size, yellow
or white"
IF you like to call it draw" said I.
''it would suit me mighty well. You're
the best man / ever took of coat to in
my life, and I'll never wrestle you
again unless"-I fear l blushed little
well, unless you want it."
Game. Gamer he cried, laughing
and busting off his knees 81 swear
you Yirginians are fellows after my
own heart. But. come, | think your
friend wants you now"
We turned toward the room where
poor Harry was mumbling to himself,
and presently loaded him into the
wagon and told the negro man to drive
him home.
For myself, / mounted Satan and
rode off up the street of Wallingford
toward Cowles' Farms with my head
dropped in thought, for certainly when
l came to review the incidents of the
morning | had had enough to give me
reason for reflection.
We sent our carriage down to WAL
lingford that evening and had my
new friend, Mr.. Orme. out to CowIes'
Farms for that night. He was
stranger in the land, and that was
enough. often think today how ready
we were to welcome any who came
and how easily we might have been
deceived as to the nature of such
chance guests. Yet Orme so finely
conducted himself that none might
criticise him. and indeed both my ia
ther and mother appeared fairly to
form liking for him. This was the
more surprising on the part of both.
since they were fully advised of the
nature Of his recent speech, or sermon.
or what you choose to call it. at the
Methodist church. the sentiments OF
which scarce jumped with their own
Both my parents accepted Orme for
what he purported to be, minister of
the gospel, and any singularity of his
conduct which they may have noticed
they ascribed to his education in COM
munfties different from our own quiet
one / recall very well the discussions
they had and remember how formally
my mother would begin her little ar
gunients. Friend. am moved to say
to thee, :, and then she would 20 on to
aell him gently that all men should be
brothers and that there should be
seace on earth and That no man should
9sppress his brother In any way and
that slavery ought not to exist.
= hat, madam" Orme would ex.
Slain, '.this manner Of thought in
southern family r. And SO be in turn
would go ON repeating his old argu-
<ment Of geography and saying how
England must side With the south and
how the south must soon break With
the north. This man Lincoln, ii elect
ed" said he. will confiscate every
slave In the southern states. He will
cripple and ruin the south, mark my
words"
u do not think the south would fight
the north over slavery alone. The
south loves the dag because she helped
create it as much or more than the
north. She will not bear treason to
the flag" Thus my father.
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