The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1913-10-31

l just recollect him as an old
man, immensely tall, with beady eyes
swapping under shaggy brows; a broad,
fiat nose and great noStrils, shaped for
shifting royalists. Below those two
menacing holes a ferociOus sprout OF
reddish beard hid his mouth. And this
l have often thought was natures
effort to hide a horrid thing. for the
only man who ever saw Sir richards
mouth was haunted by its hideousness
and years afterward met a dreadful
fate.
If l could have seen it-which, thank
God. l never did, might at least tell
YOU what cruelty looked like. for Sir
Richard Hawley's mouth must have
expressed it better than any other
that ever opened. Often and often |
have wondered whether man born OF
woman could have hunted. tortured
and manned human beings as he did
for years and years together. But
Giles Howard told me many a time
that if l had seen his mouth l would
have understood all-seen it as he saw
1t after the mad Scotchman. who was
chained so long in the old north wing
of the Rest, plucked the beard from it
and stood shivering, aghast at the
grisly jaw of his enemy.
And Lady Catherine ,Hawley-what
born out Of time and out Of place. 1t
was long before | knew the world that
I knew Lady Catherine Hawley. OF
English stock she certainly vas and
bred in English air, but she poisoned
it. She had all the smoldering fire. all
the uncanny superstition. Of the Me-
dicis. Her diamonds blazed in London,
but her heart beat in Florence.
wonder if avarice begets cruelty?
A thousand times l have asked myself
what human motives could have steel
ed Sir Richard Hawley in his murder
Gus forays and moved Lady Catherine
Hawley in her passionate love Of the
human monster.
It was just after Worcester that Sir
Richard found his best sport on the
raid. The country was insane with
suspicious, plots, representations, hang
ings and assassinations. 1t was the
time for the INSCRIPTIONS, resolute,
merciless man to feather his nest. and
we'll did Sir Richard pad his. Even
then he might have escaped his fate
had he not added to his ayarice a spe-
cies of cruelty so awful that plenty
there are yet who will not credit its
traditions. But they came to me not
as legends nor as minstrels' tales.
had them from one who himself rode
with big Dick" although he long out
lived him, and who, while he never fell
even the breath of his masters anger
still counted himself land rightly his
chiefest victim. That was Giles How
ard, the Sin Eater.
He could not have been over seven
teen years old when he made his frs
raid under big Dick'-so Sir Richar'
was called by his men. Better boy
than Giles Howard have been ruined
at that age, and, strangely enough
though there We're scores of bloOdie
affairs to his credit, that first raid re
manned stamped on the Sin Eater
memory with the distinctness of yes
terday after all but one Of the other
had faded.
Not more than a dozen miles abov
the Dorder-I reckon always from tn
English side-but west of the tiyhtin
ground, lived James Stewart, surnan
ed the Scholar, a man of books MOI
than Of gunpowder, of Latin rattle
than of baths. James Stewart was
royalist, active as he was shrewd, b,
his weapons We're diplomatic. 1t WI
while he studied in France that he fe
in love with his wife-a yellow hal
ed girl with a voice as soft as the raj
and eyes as gentle as spring air
What had she to do with midnight i
trigues and stealthy surprises: Wh'
q cry from the peace of a father
house to the alarms of her husband
from the realm Of the great cardin
to the stamping ground of Big Di'
Hawley, from an oratory to the arr
Of a drunken trooper! d.
Where Sir Richard Hawley got /
information or whether it was a me
surmise no one ever knew. But aft
the repulse Of the king at Worcest