Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1924-10-07
CHAPTER IIT-Continucd

and so eXtraVagant and foolish what he
said. He was of those who turn quarrel
of saying that when the wine was in and
the restraint out his natural humOr came
uppermOst untrammeed The sight of Sir
oliver standing there gave the lad preciselyi
what he needed to indulge that evil humor
Of his, and he may have been quickened in
his purpose by the presence of those other
gentlemen. In his half-fuddled state of
mind he may have recalled that once he
had struck Sir Oliver and Sir Oliver had
laughed and told him that none would be-
lieve it.
He drew rein suddenly as he came abreast
of the group, SO suddenly that he pulled his
horse until it almost sat down like a cat;
yet he rtained his saddle. Then he came
through the snow that all squelched
and muddied just about the forge, and leer-
ed at Sir oliver.
II am from Arwenack," he announced un-
necessarily. eve have been talking of you"
"You could have no better subject of
discourse,' said Sir Oliver, smiling, for all
that his eyes were hard and something
scared--though his fears did not concern
himself.
Marry, you are right; you make an en-
crossing topic--you and your debauched ia
Their
Sir replied Sir oliver, "once already
have I deplored your mothers utter wart
of discretion"
The words were out of him in flash
der the spur OF the gross insult flung at
him, uttered in the momentary blind rage
aroused by that inflamed and haunting face
above him. No sooner were they sped than
he repented them, the more bitterly because
they were greeted by a guffaw from the
rustcs. He would have given half his for
tune in that moment to have recalled tn en-.
Master Godolphn's face had changed as
utterly if he had removed mask. From
flushed that it had been it was livid now
and the eyes were blazing, the mouth
twitching. Thus moment he glowered up
on his enemy Then standing in his stirrups
he swung aloft his whip.
''You dog!" he cried, in suarling sob.
"You dog!' And his lash came down and
cut long red wheal across Sir divers
dark face.
With cries of dismy and anger the 9TH
ers, the parson, the justice and the rustics
got between the pair, for Sir oliver was
looking very wicked, and all the world knew
him for a man to be feared.
Master Godolphin, I cry shame upon
you, exclaimed the parson. eff evil comes
| shall testify to the grossness Of your ag-
gression. Get you gone from here!"
"Go to the devil, sir" said Master Godol-
phin thiclly. els my mothers name to be
upon the lips of that bastard? By God,
man, the matter rests not here. He shall
send his friends to me, or I will horseWhlp
him every time we meet. You hear Sir
Oliver?"
Sir oliver made him no reply.
"You hear?" he rOared. Ihere IS no
Sir John KiIligrew this time upon whom
YOU can shift the quarrel. Come you to
me and get the punishment of which that
whiplash is but earnest
Then with a thick laugh he drove spurs
into his horses flanks, so furlously that ne
all but sent the paTson and another sprawl
ing. ., .,
"stay but a little while for me- roared
CIV Oliyar after him. you'll ride no more,
my drunken fool"
And in a rage he beloved for MS morse
hingfng off the parson and Master bd!he
who endeavored to detain and CAIN hlm'
He vau1ted to the saddle when the nag was
brought him, and Whlrleo away III
The parson, looked at the justice and the
instice shrugged, his lips tight-pressed
"rhe young fool is drunk" said Sir An
drew, shaking his white head Hes III no
case to meet his Maker ,
"yet he seems very eager" quoth Mas
tor Tuetico Raine. 81 doubt l shall hear
more of the matter
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The interviewer
~HE parson had notions of rldlng alieI
Sir Oliver and begged Master b@nle
L to ioin him. But the justice looked
down his long nose and opined that no GOOD
nnrnose was to be served; that Tresslllahs
wore ever wild and bloody men; ana Hs
an angry Tressiian was thln8 10 De dFoiu
Cd The Dedler deemed them a couple Oh
madmen. whose ways we're beyond under
standing of a sober citizen. Inc otherS-
the fishermen and the rustics-had not the
means to follow even had they mad the
will. 20
Thev dispersed to put abroad the news OF
that short furious quarrel and to propheSy
that blood would be let in the adjusting OIL
If This demonstration they based entirely
mon their knowledge of the short Tressllian
yav But il was a matter in which they
were entirely wrong 1t is true thac pr
oliver went gallOping. along that ROAD IhaI
follows the Penryn River and that he pound
ed over the bridge in the town OF Penryn
in Master Godolphfn's wake with murder in
his heart Men who saw him riding wildly
thus with the red Wheal across his Whlte
furious face said that he looked very devil.
He crossed the bridge at Penryn half
hour after sunset, as dusk was closing INTO
night and it may be that the sharp, frosty
air had hand in the cooling of his blood.
For as he reached the rivers eastern bank
he slackened his breakneck pace, even as he
sIackened the angry galoping Of his
thoughts The memory of that oath he had
sworn three months ago to Rosamund smote
him like a physical blow. 1t checked his
purpose; and, rejecting this his pace fell
10 an amble. He shivered to think how near
he had gone to wrecking all the happiness
that lay ahead Of him.
What was boys whip-Iash, that his re
sentiment of it should set all his future life
in jeopardy? Even though men should call
him coward for submitting to it and Ieav-
ing the insult unaYenged, what should that
matter? Moreover, upon the body of him
who did so proclaim him he could brand
the lie of a charge so foolish.
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