Cavalier County farmers press. (Langdon, N.D.) 1920-1921, 1920-07-22
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weeks"
But my mother shook her head when
she heard it. "Two pounds a week
is overmuch." said she. "And it is
not when the poor gentleman is in
distress that we should put such a
price on his BIT of food"
"Why, woman, he's turned you7
head wi his foreign trick of Speech"
cried my father.
AYE. and 1t would be a good thing
If Scottish men had a little more Of
that kindly way" she said, and that
was the first time in,ail my life that I
had aver heard her answer him back.
Our visitor came down soon, and
asked me to come out with him.
When we were in the sunshine he held
out a little cross made of red stones.
n of the bonniest things that ever
1 had set eyes upon.
'"These are rubies," saidsAe land I
got it at Tudela, in Spain. Tipray that
you will take this as a memory Of your
exceeding kindness to me yesterday.
1t will fashion into a pin for your
cravat."
I could but thank him for the pres
ent, which was Of more value than
anything 1 had ever owned in my life.
II am off to the upper muir to
count the lambs" said 1. Maybe you
would care to come up with me and
see something of the countryY
He hesitated for a moment, and
then he shook his head.
II have some letters,' he said
(which I ought to write as soon as
possible. I think that 1 will stay at
ten."
All forenoon 1 was wandering over
the links, and when l got back he
looked as though he had been born
and bred in the stealing. He sat in the
big wooden-armed single chair, with
the black cat on his knee. His arms
were out, and he held a skein of
worSted from hand to hand, which my
mother was busily rolling into a ball.
Cousin Edie was sitting near, and I
could see by her eyes that she had
been crying.
"Hullo! Edie," said L; whats the
trouble?"
"Ah! ~mademoiselle; like all good and
true women, has a soft heart" said
he; II didn't thought it would have
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lent. I have been talking Of the suf-
fering of some troops of which I knew
something, when they were crossing
the Guadarama mountains in the win
ter Of 1908. All, yes, it was very bad,
for they were fine men and fine horses.
It is strange to see men blown by
the wind over the precipices, but the
ground was so slippy, and there was
nothing to which they could hold. Sc
companies all linked arms, and they
did better in that fashion but n ar.
tilleryman's hand came off as 1. held
it, for he had had the frost bite for
three days."
I stood staring, with my mouth open.
"And the old g%renadiers, too, who
were not so active as they used to be.
they could not keep up; and yet If
they fingered the peasants would
catch them and cruelty them to the
barn doors with their feet up and a
fire under their heads, which was a
pity for these fine old soldiers. So
when they could go no farther it was
| ;r+ornctiy n 70 cnn what fhoT would do
For they would sit down and say their
prayers, sitting on an old saddle, or
their knapsacks, maybe, and then take
| off their boot and stocking, and lean
| their chin on the barrel Of their mus
ket. Then they would put their toe
on the trigger, and pouf! it was all
over, and there was nc more march.
| ing for those fine old grenadiers. Oh
it was very rough work up there on
the Guadarama mountains" ).
"And what army was this?" I asked
"Oh! I have served in, so many ar
Yes, I have seen much of war. Blu
there is a man out yonder. Maybe HI
is the one who your father said would
carry my letters to the post j
Eyes. he is farmer Whitehead's mar
Shall I give them to him."
"Well, he would be more careful O
them if he had them from your hand
He took them from his pocket, ant
gave them over to me. [ hurried gu
with them. and as ]. did so my eye:
fell upon the address of the topmos
one. 1t was written very large an
clear.
"A. S.Majeste
Gle Roi du Suede
Stockholm"
I did not know very much French
but I had enough to make that out
What sort Of aa ole was this which hal