The Rathdrum tribune. (Rathdrum, Idaho) 1903-1963, 1922-08-04
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS Observation-Disclosures
CHAPTER CONTINUED.
A WINTERS TALE
BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON.

could endure. | shall be neither fish
nor fesh." he cried. And a little
after, he had another expression
palmer perhaps than he intended. III
is your duty to be here with my
father" said he. You know well
enough you are the favorite."
"Ay?' said the master. And these
spoke Envy! Would you trip up my
heels - jacob" said he, and dwelt
upon the name maliciousIy.
Mr.. Henry went and walked at the
low end of the hall without reply; for
he had an excellent gift of silence
Presently he came back
Il am the cadet and | should go.
And my lord here is the master, and
he says shall co. What say We to
that. my brother?'
Il say this, Hairy" returned the
master, that when very obstinate
folk are met there are only two ways
out: Blows--and / think none of us
could care to go so far; or the arbitra-
ment of chance-and here is guinea
piece. Will you stand by the toss of
the coin?"
Il will stand and fall by it," said
Mr.. Henry. Heads, | go; shield.
stay"
The coin was spun and it fell
shield. 80 there is a lesson for
Jacob" says the master
I'VE shall live to repent of this"
says Mr., Henry, and flung out of the |
hall.
AS for Miss Alison, she caught up !
that piece Of gold which had just sent |
her lover to the wars and flung it I
clean through the family shield in
the great painted window.
If you loved me as well as | love
you, you would have stayed" cried
she.
81 could not love you, dear, so
well, loved | not honor more,'" sung
the master.
obi" she cried, you have no heart
Il hope you may be killed." and she
ran from the room, and in tears to ,
her own chamber. ,
1t seems the master turned to my 6
lord with his most comical manner, I
and says he, This looks like a devil I
of a wife" a
Il think you are devil of son to i,
me-" cried his father, you that has "
always been the favorite, to my /,
shame be it spoken. Never a good Il
aour have I gotten of you since you ri
we're born; no, never one good hour Il
ind repeated it again the third time. II
Whether it was the masters levity J m
IT his INSTRUMENTATION, or Mr. Henry's h;
word about the favorite son, that had al
o much disturbed my lord, | do not M
now; but incline to think it was I'll
he last, for have it by all accounts w
hat Mr.. Henry was more made up to
rom that hour. fo
Altogether it was in pretty ill blood ny
nth his family that the master rode All
D the north; which was the more he
for others to remember lik
hen it seemed too late. BY fear and
tvor, he had scraped together near "A
pom a dozen men, principally ten tic
nts' sons; they were all pretty full
hen they set FORTH and rode up the SUI
III by the old abbey, roaring and ne
nging, the white cockade in every ant
1t. 1t was a desperate venture for col
} small company to cross the most thi
Scotland unsupported; and (what COZ
ade folk think so the more) even as bla
at poor dozen was Gathering IN the wo
II, great ship of the kings navy. sit
at could have brought them under bro
it'll single boat, lay with her broad she
sign streaming in the bay. The wo
xt afternoon, having given the mas the
fair start, it was Mr.. Henry's har
IN; and he rode of, all by himself. ing
offer his sword and carry letters ser
I'm his father to King Georges gov n
nment Miss Alison was shut in hol,
room and did little but weep, till like
tn were gone; only she stitched the g
ckade upon the masters hat and kno
John Paul told mel it was wetted {"
tn tears when he carried it down God
him. Her
n all that followed, Mr. Henry and kno
old lord were true to their bar trai
n That ever they accomplished e
thing is more than l could learn; lost
that they were any way strong II