Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1915-03-31

TWO years he would enter Harvard.
Mary, quite the prettiest girl in town.
was his pride and joy, and constant
care. She was a volatile. and deeply
sensitive to the approach of Sights and
criticism, from which, when they came.
she was quick to recover. She had him
to lean upon. to look up to in case of
trouble, and it is not surprising h
vantage of that very stable support.
Chetwynd was in Harvard. where
he was trying for the crew and eleven.
and for very little else. If Eric had
entertained the hope that he might
grow big enough and strong enough to
thrash" his bully of a cousin. he was
likely to be disappointed. Chetwynd
was a perfect young giant; he was
the real and visible lord of the giants
castle" There was no gainsaying that.
TO the surprise of every one-his
father in particular-the incident boy
developed into a rugged, towering mass
of muscle and endurance. In his Goth
his rowing togs tipped the beam at $50
which seemed to be just what was
wanted at Harvard.
Can you picture Chetwynd? Is not
your imagination strong enough to see
him in all his physical glory? Have
you any doubts as to his attitude to-
ward the lesser physiques of Corinth ?
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as a birthright, snobbishness as a prod
uct, and moral stealth as Il necessity:
add two years of athletic triumph at
Harvard, n you have Chetwynd.
He vent in for boxing n punching
the bag. This was advised by his
trainers. In college there We're stall
warts who could maui him with i'm
punity-and acknowledgements Chef
wynd really lacked moral stamina. but
when he got back home for the sum-
mer vacation or the holidays he "
elled in a perfect whirl of boxing glove
victories. 1t was never quite fair to
hit Chetwynd hard. out it was an edu-
cation to be slammed vigorously by
this elegant expert.
You've got to learn how to a it
some time" was his usual response to
their objections" and the ooner the
better. Be a man."
Eric came in for some sound drub-
bings In he name of science. He was
slighter and not so tall as his cousin,
but he was gamer than the rest of the
boys who put on the gloves" with he
magnificent sophomore. While Eric
knew little of boxing as it is taught.
he could stand punishment for the
sport of the game-and he could in
fiict it, too.
compelled to remind him in the thick
of combat, that If he couldn't box like
a gentleman and not like q murderer
he would not take him on" again.
Whereupon Eric, considerably depressed
and hurt, would lose much of his fierce
observation-disclosures
ness. and, as a result, received a les
son entirely satisfactory to Chetwynd.
"Oh, if 1 way only big enough" the
boy cried time and again to old Jabez,
in announcing the result of his most
recent contest.
You'll % sonny" muse Jabez.
He's a coward at heart, and If you
wasn't so derned sensitive o could put
it all owe him."
One day, toward the close of the sum-
mer vacation, Eric succeeded in draw
ing blood from Chetwynd's nose, and
in the fusillade that followed, landed q
blow which discolored the big boys
eyes-a most ignominious illumination.
Chetwynd, in wild rage, grappled with
his lighter antagonist, and, hurting him
to the ground, beat him numerically.
all the time calling him a murderer's
son-and ever worse.
Eric, as usual, carried his tale of woe
to the old He was bitterly la
menting his unhappy position in the
Blagden family, the insults he was
forced to endure, when a stranger APP
peared on the scene.
1t vas a warm September day, and
they were sitting on the bench under
the shade trees just inside h gates to
the park. Eric was nursing a bruised
cheek and a twisted elbow. He had
experienced some difficulty in evading
his sister n Joan Bright, the n
girl in Corinth who held an u~ndisputed
place in his loyal young heart. They
were playing croquet on the lawn and
he. in shame-faced defeat, had been
obliged to crawl over a back fence on
leaving the cellar-(where the boxing
nnntnCt fn0lr v1nrol-in nr1n~ f0 nro{1
a meeting and certain explanations. He
would have given much to be able to
stride before Joan Bright, a victor
over the bully in whom, for reasons in
applicable to Eric. she professed to
have a marked interest. Joan, by the
way. was the daughter Of Judge Bright.
not quite Is n amazingly pretty.
But, I am on the point OF DEPRESSING.
1t really doesn't matter about Joan at
this particular juncture. She will come
in later. very handily. I'm sure. 1t 10
only necessary to repeat that, by skilful
lodging. he managed to skirt the lawn
without coming face to face with the
on which he and Jabez was found by
the stranger I came 30 near to ove
looking. Which would have been a de-
plorable oversight, as he is to have q
most important part In h u%nravelling
OF this tale.
11c WIS StOck, sort OF
man with a singularly hard and forbid
ding face. recently shaved: his cold
grey eyes were set far back in his head
n were shaded by straight, bushy
brows of black. His mouth was wide
and rather sinister in its expression.
There was a suggestion OF q smile In
Its corners. but not a smile Of mirth:
rather one Of derision. Eric's first
glimpse of him caIne when he happened
to turn his eyes. a. II urged by an Inn
pulse that was far from voluntary, In
the direction Of the watch house by the
gate. The stranger, in his shirt sleeves
and smoking a short pipe. was leaning
on the bench. The boy started for 9
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