The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1920-11-03

household; for In all matters OF con
tention, though Mr.. Henry might be
right, the master had the trick Of set
ting him in the wrong. He still de-
manded money, and, to satisfy him
the entail was broken and great
piece Of land sold; and all the while
he ceased not to lay siege to the hear
Of Mrs. Henry, carrying it on SO deity
that / scarce knew II she was aware
Of it herself, she whom l doubt moi
still loved him.
This brings me to the night when
he laid the most unbearable Of insults
on Mr.. Henry. II never knew WON
an" said the master, "who did moi
prefer me, nor--I think-who did moi
continue to prefer me to you" Al
which Mr.. Henry coldly struck him on
the mouth.
"A blowl" cried the master. II will
not take blow from God Almighty
must have blood for this y
They fought beyond the shrubbery,
I bringing the candles for them. From
the first Mr.. Henry showed himself
the stronger, which SO surprised and
confused the master that he tried foul
play, but got only the length Of Mr..
Henry's sword through the body. He
fell, apparently lifeless.
Mr.. Henry shook with sobs. I led
him into the house, and told the old
lord and my lady; but going back to
bring in the body, ! found 1t gone. A
good radiance, thought, whether dead
or alive, but the nights work threw
Mr., Henry into q fever, and his mind
was never again the same clear mind
as Of old.
The old lord died, and to my lady
and Mr.. Henry, now my lord, was born
a boy, and to that boy my lord became
a slave, which had not been so with
his first child, Katherine. He would
pass by his wife as though she were a
dog before the hearth to come at the
boy. Without doubt this was in the
nature of judgment on my lady, she
who had been so cold so many years
to every mark Of his tenderness; but
to me it was monstrous, and I was en-
boldened much as l loved him, to say
so; but my saying so only served to
send my lord sick to bed and to earn
for me from my lord the word that /
was no better than an old maid.
This brings me to that morning in
April 1854, that the master returned
to us again, this time with an Indian
servant. With his return my lord and
lady, / urging them on, took ship for
New York, where my lady had prop
erty through her father. This voyage,
so I thought, will at one stroke rid
them of the master and weave them
closer together.
Twenty days it took the master to
learn where they had gone; where
upon he also sailed for New York, and
on the same ship, praying that she
would go down, even with myself
with her, if it would but take
the master also. I looked forward
with woe to the day he should set foot
in New York; but our ship was slow
sailer, and other ships which sailed
later arrived before us; so 1t hap.
pened that my lord had word Of the
masters coming and prepared for him.
There was suspicion of more than one
murder, it seems, to the masters hand
during the earlier stay he made in
America, and so now he found it bet
ter business to leave New York and
hunt in the wilderness for that treas
ure which he had buried SO many
years before.
AT this time all the evil the master
had done seemed borne in a flood upon
my lords brain. He became moody
and took to drink. There has been
talk that he connived with the crew
which the master had hired for his ex-
petition, bribing the leaders to make
way with his brother. There Is no
evidence Of that, but it is true that the
masters Indian servant to save his
life, as he said, did bury him alive,
with the intent to resurrect and re-
store him later by the agency Of some
secret oriental trick.
My lord and a party, being Of it,
followed the MASTER end it was when
the East Indian was lifting his body
from the grave that we came upon
them. l thought for a moment that
the eyelids futtered. Others say that
the lips str0ve to speak, that his teeth
showed through his beard, which may
have been, for I was busy elsewhere,
for at the first disclosure of the dead
mans eyes, my lord had fallen to the
ground. When / raised him he was a
corpse.
I buried him there; my lady laid
an equal stone to each; and there
where they died, side by side, they lie
to this day.
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