The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1922-06-08

years"
"He is ever a source OF anxiety to
me-" declared the governor.
81 knew he was once in Phoenix
park years ago." was the demure yet
sharp reply, "but / thought he was a
good citizen here-a good and well-to-
do citizen"
Lord Mallow flushed slightly. "Phoe-
nix park-ah, he was a capable fellow
with the sword! l said so always,
and I'd back him nOw against a cham
pion; but many a bad man has been
q good swordsman."
$50, that's what good swordsman-
ship does, Is It? l wondered what 1t
was that did 1t. / hear you fight him
stlll-but with a b%ludgeon, and he
lodges It,"
81 do not understand" declared Lord
Mallow tartly.
"Ah, wasn't there some difference
over his going for the treasure to
Haiti? Some one told me, l think,
that you were not In favor of his get
ting his ticket-of-leave, or whatever
II IL NalItN, ullu llldl liz DIoNOSl mar
shall gave 1t to him, as he had the
right to do"
You have wide sources of infor-
nation In this case. / WONDER"
mo, your honor need not wonder.
| was told that by a gentleman on the
steamer coming here. He was a ma
tive of this island, | think-Or per-
haps it was the captain, or the mate,
or the boatswain. I can't recall. Or
maybe IL came TO me from my man.
ager, Darius Boland, who hears things
wherever he Is, one doesn't know how;
but he hears them. He Is to me what
your aide-de-camp is to YOU" she nod
ded toward a young man nearby at
the table. You shall see my Darius
Boland-indeed you have seen him.
He was there today when you gave
me the distinction Of your presence"
THAT dry, lean, cartridge Of a fell
low, that pair of pincers with q FACET
"And a tongue, your honor. If you
did not hear 1t, yet you will hear it.
He Is to be my manager here. So
he will be under your contrOl-if /
permit him."
'If you permit him, mistress?"
"If l permit him, yes. You are a
power, but you are not stronger than
the laws and rules you make. For in
stance, there was the case of Mr.. Dyck
Calhoun. When he came, o were
for tying him up in n little corner
Of the ~island-the hottest part, I know,
near to Kingston, where 1t averages
ninety degrees in the shade at any
time of the year. Blu the king you
represent had not restricted his u
critics so, and you being the king,
that is, yourself, were forced to abide
by your own regulations. So it may
be the same with Darius Boland. He
may want something, and you, high
up, looking down, will say, What dew
iltry is here and decline. He will then
turn to your chief justice or provost
marshal general, or n deputy Of the
provost marshal, and they will say that
Darius Boland shall have what he
wants, because it is the will of the
will you represent"
Almost the last words the governor
used to her were these: "Those only
live at peace here who are at peace
with me" and her reply had been:
"But Mr.. Dyck Calhoun lives at peace,
does he not, your honor2'
To that he had replied: "No man
Is at peace while he has yet desires
to satisfy" He paused a minute and
then added: THAT Erris Boyne killed
by Dyck Calhoun-did you ever see
him that you remembers"
"Not that I remember" she replied
/ quickly. II never lived in Dublin"
THAT may be. But did you ever
| know his history?' She shook her
head In negation. His eyes searched
her face carefully, and he was aston
ished hen he saw no sign Of con-
fusion there. "Good God, she doesn't
know. She's never beer told !" he said
to himself. This is too startling. I'll
speak to the mother"
A little later he turned from the
mother with establishment. Its mad
ness" he remarked to himself. "She
will find 1t out. Some one will tell
her. . By heaven, I'll tell her
first" he hastily said. "When she
knows the truth, Calhoun will have no
chance on earth. Yes, I'll tell her my
self. But I'll tell no one else" he
added; for he felt that Sheila, once
she knew the truth, would resent his
having told abroad the true story Of
the Erris Boyne affair.
So Sheila and her mother had gone
to their lodgings with depression, but
each with a clear purpose In her mind.
Mrs. Ilyn was determined to tell her
daughter what she ought to have
known long before; and Sheila was
firm to make the n man who had
ever interested her understand that
he was losing much that was worth
while keeping.
Then had followed the Journey to
Salem. Yet all the while for Sheila
one dark thought kept lowering over
everything. Why should life be so
complicated? Why should this one
man who seemed capable and had