Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-06-07

lie saluted everybody he came upon.
Good morning, Betty!''
Good morning, Mary!'' The girls
smiled and looked proud, but they
said afterward that the young mas.
ter's voice sounded as II he was saying
good-by to them.
Unconsciously he was going about
like one who was taking last look
round before setting out on long
journey. lie went into the stable,
and Molly, his young chestnut mare,
turned her head and neighed ut him.
He went into the empty cow house,
with their long tongues, the hand he
held down to them.
On the way back to the house he met
Robbie Greer, who was full Of another
story of Mrs. Collistcr of Baldromma.
She had taken the ground with the
ebb tide, poor woman. They had put
her into the asylum. The doctors said
her case was incurable. She was
always saying the old Dempstcr had
come from the dead to take her Bessie
out of prison.
But what blessed end" said
Stowell. She'll think her daughte,
is in heaven, so she'll always b.
"ft's like she will, SIR" said Robbie,
looking puzzled, and going indoors for
his morning bowl Of porridge he said
to his wife:
"a mortal quare thing to say,
though, and the woman in the mad
house"
Stowell ate with an appetite (Jane!
plying him with coffee and eggs and
toasted muffins), and then young Rob.
bic brought round the dog cart. Janet
| helped him on with his light loose
overcoat and went to the door Will
| him.
He paused there, pulling 'on hi.
driving gloves and thinking what crue
pain the dear soul would suffer wher
she heard that night what he had done
during the day. At last he threw his
arms about her and kissed her, sayini
with n gulp,
Good. by, mother! God bless
you!"
The train to town was full to over
flowing. The northside people, havini
heard Of yesterdays doings, were goin.
up to see for themselves 'what then
toots in Douglas" were doing.
In spite of the guards deferentia
protests Stowell stepped into an ope,
third -class carriage. 1t had been hum
ming like beehive until then, bu
except for general salutation 1t became
silent when he entered.
| A draper's assistant who sat opposite
handed him an English newspaper, twt
days old, with an article on the escap'
from Castle Rushen. The incident wa
n disgrace to the insular administration
and IL the Governor could not offer I
satisfactory explanation the sooner tn
| cl nJ'c hama rNlo fO an pnd tll
better for Justice.
One or two of the passengers tried Il
draw Stowell into conversation abou
the article, but he said little or nothing
Then some black coated persons (well
to-do farmers and the like) gave tn
talk another turn.
"Still and for ALL" said one, "tha
doesn't justify such doings as there ar
in Douglas !' "Chut!" said another
ut isn't justice the agitators are want
ing, it's robbery" "True enough.
said a third, ''it's the land they'r
after. and IL the Governor isn't doinl
something soon, therc'll be not an acr
left at the one of us. rive them
pig of their own SOW said fat farmer
"Aien like Qualtrough and Baldromm'
overheard"
When the train reached Dougla
Stowell went off with heavy face
1t was remarked that he had not shaker
hands--his father used to shake hand
with everybody.
Hes his fathers son for all," sail
the old man by the window.
Stowell took the cable at tn
bottom of the Prospect Hill which Is a
the foot OF the town. Douglas wa
still in a state Of agitation and tn
driver had as much az he could do T.
forge his way, without accidents,
through the tumultuous throngs In tn
thoroughfare.
A Gordon Of red coated soldiers from
Castletown surrounded Government
Office and a noisy crowd Uncludinl
women with children) were jeering a
them from the middle Of the street, ant
shouting up at the windows, under tn
impression that the Governor wa
within.
The shops bore signs of yesterday
rioting-many having their shutters up
while the windows of others were barri
caded with new boarding.
Stowell got out of the car at TIL
terminus and made the rest Of hi
journey afoot. At the top Of the hill
where the road turns toward tn
Governors house, he came upon a mass
meeting. From horseless lorry, dec
grated with banners, a burly old ruffial
with shaggy gray hair (Qualtrough
NJ. H. K.) was speaking In voic
Of thunder, while. on the cross. seat b!
his side, Dan Baldromma was sittinl
with the air Of martyr.
There's man on this platform
who has gone to prison for his prln
ciples. That's what justice In the Isl
of Man Is. And that's what they woul'
like to be doing with the lot Of ye, tn
big ones Of the island. But, gentlemen
and ladies, their rotten ould ship 1
floating on the pumps and she'll soo'
be sinking"
When Stowell reached the Governor
gate he paused. being out of breath an
not 20 strong as lie Ind imdginel. ErON