Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1921-09-15

meuule with Mr.. CalnOulf. lie S uan-
gerOus man when he's moved"
'BOland, you'll succeed as a school
master, when all else fails. You teach
persistently."
"Your honor is clever enough TO
know what's what, but I'd like to see
the MarOons dealt with. This is not
my country, but I've got interests here,
or my mistress has, and that's the
travel often without a suite?"
The governor waved hand behind
him. Il left them at the last planta-
ton and rode on alone. | felt safe
enough till l saw you, Boland."
He smiled grimly, and a grimmer
smile stole to the lean lips of the man.
ager of Salem. Fear is good thing
for forward minds, your honor" he
said with respect in the tone of his
voice and challenge in the words.
"Ill say this, Boland, your mistress
has been fortunate in her staff. You
have ready tongue"
Darius looks Quickened, and he
jerked his chin up. $50, your honor,
So But might l ask that you weigh
carefully the warning of Mr. Calhoun?
There's trouble at TrelaWney. | have
it from good sources, and Mr.. Calhoun
has made preparations against the
sure rsings. I'd take heed of what
he says. He knows"
The governor touched up his horse
"BOland, I'll think over what you've
said about the Maroons and Mr.. Cal.
houn. He's doing no harm as he is
that's sure. So why shouldn't he 60
on as he is? That's your argument
isn't it?"
Boland nodded ITS part of my
argument, not all of it. OF course.
he's doing no harm; he's doing good
every day. He's got stiff hand for
the shirker and the wantOn, but he's
man that knows his mind and that's n
good thing for jamaica"
Does he come here-ever"
"He has been here only once since
our arrival. There are reasons why
he does not come, as your honor kens,
knowing the history of Erris BOyne."
A quarter of an hour later Darius
Boland said to Sheila: Hes got an
order from England to keep Mr.. Cal
houn to his estate and to punish him,
if he infringeS the order"
Sheila started. "He will infringe
the order if it's made, Boland. But
the governor will be unwise to try to
impose it. I will tell him So"
Sheila had changed since she saw
DyCk Calhoun last. Her face was thin
ner, but her form was even fuller than
it was when she babe him good-by, as
it seemed to him, forever and as it at
first seemed to her. Through anxious
days and nights she had fought with
the old passion; and at last it seemed
the only way to escape from the tor
ture was by making all thought of him
impossible. How could this be done?
Well, Lord MallOw would offer a way.
Lord MallOw was a man of ancient
Irish family, was governor, had abil-
n.y. was hlSliISulSllCI IVOhlllS III a.
curious, lean way; and he had a real
gift with his tongue. He stood high
in the opinion of the big folk at West
minister, and had a future. He had
winning way with women-a subtle,
perniciously attractive way with her
sex, and to herself he had been deli
Cately persuasive. He had the ancient
gift of picturesqueness without orna
mentation. He had strong will and
a healthy imagination. He was a man
of mettle and decision.
OF all who had entered her field
outside of Dyck Calhoun he was the
most attractive; he was the nearest
to the possible husband which she
must one day take. And If at any day
at all, why not now when she needed
a man as she had never done-when
she needed to forget?
She was deluding herself to believe
that what she was doing was all for
the best; that the clouds were rising;
that her fate had fairer aspects than
had seemed possible when Dyck Cal
hOun told her the terrible tale of the
death of her father, Erris Boyne. Yet
memory gave touch Of misery and
bitterness to all she thought and did.
For twenty-five years she had lived in
ignorance as to her paternity. 1t sure
ly was futile that her mother should
have suffered all those years, with lit
tie to cheer her, while her daughter
should be radiant in health and with
a mind free from care or sadness. Yet
the bitterest thing of all was the
thought that her father was traitor
and had died sacrificing another man.
When Dyck had told her first, she had
shivered with anger and shame-but
anger and shame had gone. Only one
thing gave her any comfortable man
who knew Erris BOyne was traitor,
and could profit by telling it, held his
tongue for her own sake, kept his own
counsel, and went to prison for four
years as the price of his own silence.
He was now her neighbor and he loved
her, and, If the shadow Of grave was
not between them, would offer himself
in marriage to her. This she knew
beyond all doubt He had given all a
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