The daily star-mirror. (Moscow, Idaho) 1911-1939, 1916-02-11

der" continued the old man, never
needing, ''wid s'ord and say: 4 mex
you knight. sub Robert. Rise up.
pure and fearless and widout re-
proach. Dat what Miss Lucy say.
OATS been long time ago. but me
nor you amt forgot it. And den dar's
another time we amt forgot de time
when Miss Lucy lay ON her las bed
She sent for Uncle Bushrod, and she
say: Uncle Bushrud when | die
want you to take good care of Mr.
Robert. Seem like'-so Miss Lucy say
he listen to you mo dan 10 anybody
else. He apt to be mighty fractions
sometimes, and maybe he cuss you
when you Try to 'suade him. but he
need somebody what understand him
o he round wild him. He am like
lie child sometimes Miss Lucy
s. wild her eyes shinin' in her po.
lin face-'but he always been'-dem
was her wordS-'my knight, pure and
fearless and widout reproach.
Mr. Robert began to mask, as was
his habit, tendency to softhearted
ness with spurious anger
"You-you old windbag!" he growled
through a cloud of swiriing cigar
smoke. Il believe you are crazy. |
told you to go home. Bushrod. Miss
Lucy said that, did she? Well, we
haven't kept the escutcheon very clear
Two years ago last week, wasn't it,
Bushrod. when she died? Confound
it! Are you going to stand there all
night Cabling like a coffee colored
gander?"
The train whistled again. Now it
was at the water tank, mile away.
"Marse Robert" said Uncle Bush
rod, laying his hand on the satchel
that the banker held; for Gawd's
sake don take dis wild you. | knows
what's in it. | knows where you got
it i'll de bank Don kyar' it wild you.
Dey's big trouble in dat valise for Miss
Lucy and Miss Lucy's child's chillun
Hits bound to destroy de name Of
Weymouth and bow down dem dat
own it wild shame and triberlation
Marse Robert, you can kill dis ole mig
ger eff you will, but don't take away
dis 'er' valise If l ever crosses over
de Jordan what gwine to say to Miss
Lucy when she ak me- Uncle Bushrod
wharfo' didn' you take good care of
Mr. Roberto"
Robert Weymouth threw away his
cigar and shook free one arm with
that peculiar gesture that always pre-
coded his outbursts Of Feasibility. I'm
Gle Bushrod bowed his head to the ex-
pected storm, but he did not finch. If
the house of Weymouth was to fall he
would fall with it, The banker spoke.
and Uncle Bushrod blinked with sur
prise The storm was there, but it was
suppressed to the quietness of a sum-
mer breeze.
"Bushrod," said Mr. Robert in low
er voice than he usually employed,
you have overstepped all bounds
You have presumed upon the leniency
with which you have been treated to
NEEDLE unpardonably. SO you know
what is in this satche? Your long
anu ldllul III Self VIC 10 oOLhC u'S,
but-go home. Bushrod-not another
wOrdn'
But Bushrod grasped the satche
with a firmer hand The headlight OF
the train was now tightening the shad-
ows about the station The roar was
increasing, and folks were stirring
about at the track side
"Marse Robert, gimme dis err valise.
got a right, sub. to talk to you dis
err way | shaved for you and tended
to you from a child up. | went though
de war yo' body servant tell we whip
ped de Yankees and sent 'em back to
de moth. l was at yo' weddin', and
1 was n fur away when yo' Miss Lefty
was Dawn. And Miss Letty's chillun,