Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-04-22
THE MASTER OF MAN ::.:By Sir Hall Game
Problem the Noted Author Of The
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disease. and there was an epidemic Of
violence I'm the world now. II society
was to be saved from anarchy, then law
alone could save 1t. Some Of their Eng
lish courts-Judges as well as juries-
had been criminally indulgent to crimes
Of passion. Our little Manx court had
shown them good example, =.
''That is very encouraging, sir.
every! And now the last thing !
have to tell you Is that Tynwald Court
this morning voted a sum for memorial
to your father, leaving the form Of It. to
me. I've decided on portrait by Myle.
chreest, your Manx artist, to be hung IN
the courthouse ut Castle Rushton, Myle.
chreest knew the Deemstcr (saw him at
his last court, in fact) and thinks he
can paint the portrait from memory.
But II you have any photographs let
him have them without delay. And now
of you 60! Somebody's waiting for your
in the drawing room"
During the next six months Stowell
worked as he had never worked before.
Four hours day at his office or In the
courts, and uncounted hours at home.
Janet used to say she could never look
out Of her bedroom window at night
without seeing his light from the
library on the lawn.
Nevertheless he was at Government
House every day, and Fenella and he
had their cheerful hours together.
Winter came on. 1t was such q
winter as nobody in the island could
remember to have seen before. First
wind that lashed the sen into loud cries
about the coast, blew over the Cur
raghs with a perpetual wailing, ran
up the glen with roar, and brought the
"boys" out of their beds to hold the
roofs on their houses by throwing ropes
over the thatch and fastening them
down with stones.
Then rain that deluged the low.
lying lands. 80 that women had to 60
to market IN boats; and then mist that
hid the island for week and brought
more ships ashore than anybody had
brothers Of Jurby who (long suspected
Of wrecking) were caught stuflng the
box tombs in the churchyard with rolls
Of Irish cloth.
But neither wind. nor rain, nor mist,
kept Stowell from Fenella.
Clad in boots up to his thighs, with
an Oilskin coat tightly belted about the
waist and q sou 'wester strapped down
mountains on his young chestnut mare,
with the island roaring about him like
living thing, and arrive at Fenella's
door with his horses hanks steaming
and his own face ablaze.
After the wind and the rain came Q
long frost, which laid its unseen hand
on the rivers and waterfalls, making a
deep hush that was like great peace
after a great wdr. In the middle Of the
island (the valley of Baldwin, there
was a tarn into which the mountains
drained, and as soon as this was frozen
over Stowell and Fenella skated on it.
What a delight! The ice humming
under their feet like mufaed drum !;
the air ringing to their voices like a
cup; the sun sparkling in the hoar
frost on the bare boughs Of the trees {;
the blue sky sailing over the hilltops,
like soft lambs wool.
l. All, how good it was to be alive!'
Then came great snow that brought
q still deeper silence, broken at Balla.
moar only by the skid Of the steel run.
ners of the stiff carts, whose wheels had
been removed, and the smothered calling
Of the cattle which had been shut up
in the houses.
But what rapture! Every morning
the farmers looked out of their windows.
thick with ice. to see II the snow had
gone, but as Stowell drew his blind and
the snow light Of the winters sun came
pouring in upon him. he thought only
Of another joyous day with Fenella.
Then up to Injebreck in white
sweaters and woolen helmets to fly
down the long slopes on ski. with all
the world around them robed and veiled
like q bride.
There was broad ridge on the top,
a great divide, separating the north Of
the island from the south. and as they
SKINNED across it from sight of eastern
to sight Of western seq, 1t was just as
If they were sailing through the sky
with the white round hills for clouds
and the earth lying somewhere far
below.
They were doing this one day when
Stowell came upon a place where the
snow was honeycombed with holes.
"Helloa! There's something here -
he cried.
Digging into the snow he found a
buried sheep. still alive, but unable to
stand. So, taking 1t by its front and