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The Richmond Palladium, Friday, November 9, 1906.
Page Seven,
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Copyrifkl. 1900. by
1C82, when I was thirty
years of age and Mistress
Mary Cavendish just turned
of eighteen, she and I to
gether one Sabbath morning in the
month of April were riding to meeting
in Jamestown. We were all alone ex
cept for the troop of black slaves strag
gling In the rear, blurring the road cu
riously with their black faces. It sel
dom happened that we rode in such
wise, for Mistress Catherine Caven
dish, the elder sister of Mistress Mary,
and Madam Cavendish, her grand
mother, usually rode with us Madani
Judith Cavendish, though more than
seventy, sitting a horse as well as her
granddaughters and looking, when
viewed from the back, as young as
they and being in that respect as. well
as others a wonder to the countryside.
But it happened today that Madam
Cavendish had a touch of the rheumat
ics, that being an ailment to which the
swampy estate of the country rendered
those of advanced years somewhat lia
ble, and had remained at home on her
plantation of Drake Hill. Catherine,
who was a most devoted granddaugh
ter, had remained with her, although I
suspected with some hesitation at al
lowing her young sister to go alone, ex
cept for me, the slaves being accounted
no more company than our shadows.
Mistress Catherine Cavendish had
looked at me after a fashion which I
was at no loss to understand when I
bad stood aside to allow Mistress Mary
to precede me jn passing the door, but
she had no cause for the look nor for
the apprehension which gave rise to it. j
By reason of bearing always my bur
den upon my own back I was even
more mindful of It than others were
who had only the sight of it, whereas
I had the sore weight and the evil as
pect i: my inmost soul. But it was to
be borne easily enough by virtue of
that natural resolution of a man which
can make but a featherweight of the
sorest ills if it be but put in the balance
against them. I was tutor to Mistress
Mary Cavendish, and I had sailed from
England to Virginia under circum
stances of disgrace being, indeed, a
con vict-s . .,
I knew exceedingly well what was
my befitting deportment when I set
out that Sabbath morning with Mis
tress Mary Cavendish, and not only
upon that Sabbath morning, but at all
other times. Still I can well under
stand that my appearance may have
belied me, .since when I looked In a
glass I would often wonder at the
sight of my own face, which seemed
younger than my years and Avas
strangely free from any recording lines
of experiences which might have been
esteemed bitter by any one who had
not the pride of bearing them.
When my black eyes, which had a
bold daring in them, looked forth at
me from the glass and my lips smiled
with a gay confidence at me, I could
not but surmise that my whole face
was as a mask worn unwittingly over
a grave spirit.
I rode a pace behind Mary Caven-
dish and never glanced her way, not
! . . . , . ,
Tiffn!njr to tin so in rrnr tr pp iitr for
needing to do so in order to see her, for
I seemed to see her with a superior
j sort of vision, compounded partly of
memory and partly of imagination. Of
the latter I had, not to boast, though it
may perchance be naught to boast of,
being simply a kind of higher folly, a
somewhat large allowance from my
childhood. But that was not to be won
dered at, whether it were to my credit
or otherwise, since it was inherited
from ancestors of much nobler fame
and worthier parts than I, one of
whom, though not in the direct line,
the great Edward Maria Wingfield, the
president of the first council of the
Dominion of Virginia having written
a book which was held to be notable.
This imagination for the setting forth
and adorning of all common things and
Mary Cavendish &.nd
Merry Roger
happenings and my woman's name of
Maria, my whole name being Harry
Maria Wingfield, through my ancestor
having been a favorite of a great
queen and so called for her honor, were
all my inheritance at that date, all the
estates belonging to the family having
become the property of my younger
brother John.
But when I speak of my possessing
an imagination which could gild all
the common things of life I meant not
to include Mistress Mary Cavendish
therein, for she needed, not such gild
ing, being one of the most uncommon
things in the earth, as uncommon as
a great diamond which is rumored to
have been seen by travelers in far
India. My imagination when directed i
lowaru tier was exercised only with f
the comparing and combining of va
rious and especial beauties of differ
ent times and circumstances, when she
was attired this way or 'that way, or
s grave or gay, or sweetly heipless
and clinging or full of daring. When,
riding near her, I did not look at her.
she seemed all of these in one, and I
w-as conscious of such a great dazzle
forcing my averted eyes that I seem
ed to be riding behind a star.
That morning Mistress Mary glowed
and glittered and flamed in gorgeous
apparel until she seemed to fairly
overreach all the innocent young flow
ery beauties of the spring with one
ticb trill of color, like a blU note ofV
' '-'-'y' "-.v;--"' - -"...'ivV' A-V-f '
Dird anove a wide e'jorua of others.
Mistress Mary that morning wore a
tabby petticoat of a crimson color, and
a crimson satin bodice shining over
her arms and shoulders like the plum
age of a bird, and down her back
streamed her curls, shining like gold
under her gauze love hood.
Mistress Mary wore a mask of black
velvet to screen her face from the sun,
and only her sweet forehead and her
great blue eyes and the rose leaf tip
of her chin showed.
The road was miry in places, and
then I would fall behind her farther
still that the water and red mud
splashing from beneath my horse's
hoofs might not reach her. Then, final
ly, after I had done thus some few
times, she reined in her Merry Roger
and looked over her shoulder with a
flash of her blue eyes which compelled
"Why do you ride so far away,
Master Wingfield?" said she.
I lifted my hat and bent so low in
my saddle that tbe feather on it grazed
the red mud.
"Because I fear to splash your fine
tabby petticoat, madam," I answered.
"I care not for my fine petticoat,"
said she in a petulant way, like that of
a spoiled child who is forbidden sweets
and the moon and questions love in
consequence, yet still there was some
little fear and hesitation in her tone.
Mistress Mary was a most docile pupil,
seeming to have great respect for my
years and my learning, and was as
gentle under my hand as was her Mer
ry Roger under hers, and yet with the
same sort of gentleness, which is as
the pupil and not as the master de
cides and lets the pull of the other will
be felt.
I answered not, yet kept at my dis-
tance, but at the next iniry place she
held in Merry Roger until I was forced
to come up, and then she spoke again,
and as she spoke a mockbird was sing
ing somewhere over on the bank of the
river. . .....
"Did you ever hear a sweeter bird's
song than that, Master Wingfield?"
said she, and I answered that it was
very sweet, as indeed it was.
"What do you think the bird is mock
ing, Master Wingfield?" she said, and
then I auswered like a fool, for the
man who meets sweetness with his
own bitterness and keeps it not locked
in his own soul is a fool.
"I hope not," said I, "but he may be
mocking the hope of the spring and he
may be mocking the hope in the heart
of man. The song seems too sweet for
a mock of any bird which has no
thought beyond this year's nest."
Mistress Mary's blue eyes, as help
less of comprehension as a flower, look
ed in mine.
"But there will be another spring,
Master Wingfield," she said somewhat
timidly, and then she added, and I
i knew that she was blushing under her
mask at her own tenderness, "and
sometimes the hopes of the heart come
She rode on with her head bent as
one who considers deeply, but I, know-
in(r liny troll L-rnsur ihit 1 1 n n ,-v-wl
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would soon pass, as it did. Suddenly
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she tossed her head and flung out her
; curls to the breeze and swung Merry
Roger's bridle rein and was away at a
gallop, and I after her, measuring the
; ground with wide paces on my tall
: thoroughbred. In this fashion we soon
left the plodding blacks so far behind
I that they became a part of the distance
shadows. .
j Then all at once Mistress Mary
swerved off from the main road and
I w-as riding down the track leading to
the plantation wharf, whence all the
tobacco was shipped for England and
all the merchandise imported for house
hold use unladen. There the way was
very wet, and the mire was splashed
high up on Mistress Mary's fine tabby
Bkirt, but she rode on at a reckless
pace, and I also, much at a loss to
know what had come to her, yet not
venturing, or rather, perhaps, deigning,
to inquire. And then I saw what she
had doubtless seen before, the mast
of a ship rising straightly among the
When I saw the mast I knew that
the ship belonging to Madam Caven
dish, which was called the Golden
Horn and had upon the bow the like
ness of a gilt horn, running over with
fruit and flowers, bad arrived. It was
by this ship that Iadam Cavendish
sent the tobacco raised upon the plan
tation of Drake Hill to England.
But even then I knew not what had
so stirred Mistress Mary that she had
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uvr s,ouer cauru roau ua
the Sabbath day, and judged that it
must be the desire to see the Golden
Horn, fresh from her voyage; nor did I
dream what she proposed doing.
As we came up to the ship lying in
her dock we saw sailors on deck group
ed around a cask of that same wine
which they had taken the freedom to
broach in order to celebrate their safe
arrival in port, though it was none of
theirs. The sight aroused my anger,
but Mary Cavendish did not seem to
see any occasion for wrath. She sat
her prancing horse, her head up and
her curls streaming like a flag of gold,
and there was a blue flash in her eyes
of which I knew the meaning. The
blood of her creat ancestor, the sea
king, Thomas Cavendish, who w-as sec
ond only to Sir Francis Drake, was
astir within her.
She sat there with the salt sea wind
In her nostrils and her liair flung upon
it like a pennant of victory and looked
at the ship wet with the ocean surges,
the sails stiff with the rime of salt and
the group of English sailors on the
deck, and those old ancestral instincts
which constitute the memory of the
blood awoke.
Then as suddenly that mood left her
as she sat there, the sailors having ris
en and standing staring with shame
faced respect and covertly wiping, with
the hairy backs of hauds, their mouths
red wi d winje. " Bjat theaptain. one
Calvin Tabor, stood before 'them "with
more assurance, as if he had some war
rant for allowing such license among
his men. He himself seemed not to
have been drinking. Mistress Mary re
garded them, holding in Merry Roger
with her firm little hand, with the calm
grace of a queen, although she was so
young, and all the wild fire was gone
from her blue eyes.
The sailors had ceased their song and
Btood with heavy eyes sheepishly avert-
Captain Ccvlvin Tabor
ed in their honest red English faces,
but Oaptain Calvin Tabor spoke, bow
ing low, yet, as I said before, with as
sured eyes.
"I have tbe honor to salute you, mis
tress." He spoke with a grace some
what beyond his calling. He was a
young man, as fair as a Dutchman and
a giant in stature. He bore himself
also curiously for one of his calling,
bowing as steadily as a cavalier, with
no trembling of the knees when be re
covered and carrying his right arm as
if it would grasp sword rather than
cutlass if the need arose.
"God be praised! I see that you have
brought the Golden Horn safely to
port,"' said Mistress Mary, with a
stately sweetness that covered to me,
who knew her voice and its every note
so well, an exultant ring.
"Yes, praised be God, Mistress Caven
dish," answered Captain Tabor, "and
with fine winds to swell the sails and
no pirates."
"And is my new scarlet cloak safe?"
cried Mistress Mary, "and my tabby
petticoats, and my blue brocade bodice,
and my stockings, and my satin shoes
and laces V"
I wondered somewhat at the length
of the list, as not only Mistress Mary's
wardrobe, but those of her grandmoth
er and sister and many of the house
hold supplies had to be purchased with
! the proceeds of the tobacco, and that
brought lint scanty returns owing to
the navigation act, and scrupled not to
say so, being secure in the new world,
where disloyalty against kings could
flourish without so much danger of the
daring tongue being silenced at Ty
burn. It had been a hard task for many
planters to purchase the necessaries of
life with the profits of their tobacco
crop, since the trade with the Nether
lands was prohibited by his most gra
cious majesty, King Charles II., for
the supply, being limited to the English
market, had so exceeded the demand
that it brought but a beggarly price per
Therefore I wondered, knowing that
many of those articles
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attire mentioned by Mistress Mary
were of great value and brought great
sums in London, and knowing, too.
that the maid, though innocently fond
of such things, to which she had, more
over, the natural right of youth and
beauty such as hers, which should
have all the silks and jewels of earth,
and no questioning, for its adorning,
was not. given to selfish appropriation
for her own needs, but rather consider
ed those of others first.
However, Mistress Mary had some
property in her own right, she being
the daughter of a second wife who had
died possessed of a small plantation
called Laurel Creek, which was a mile
distant from Drake Hill, farther in
land, having no ship dock. and employ
ing this. Mistress Mary might have
sent some of her own tobacco crop to
England wherewith to purchase finery
for herself.
Still I wondered, and I wondered
still more when Mistress Mary, albeit
the Lord's day and the penalty for
such labor being even for them of
high degree not light, should propose
as she did that the goods be then and
there unladen. Then I ventured to
address her, riding close to her side,
that the captain and the sailors should
not hear and think that I held her in
slight respect and treated her like a
child, since I presumed to call her to
account for nught she chose to do.
"Madam." said I as low as might
le. "do you remember the day?"
"And wherefore should I not?" asked
she, with a toss of her gold locks and
a pout of her red lips which was child
ishness and willfulness itself; but there
went along with it a glance of her eyes
which puzzled me, for suddenly a
sterner and older spirit of resolve seem
ed to look out of them Into mine.
"Think you I a.m in my dotage, Master
Wingfield, that I remember not the
day?" she said. "And think you that
I am going deaf that I hear not the
church bells?"
"If we miss the service for tbe un
lading of the goods, and it be discover
ed, it may go amiss with us," said I.
"Are you then afraid. Master Wing
field? ' asked she, with a glance of
scorn and a blush of shame at her
own words, for she knew that they
were false.
I felt the blood rush to my "face, and
I reined back my horse and said no
"I pray you have the goods that you
know of unladen at once, Captain Ta
bor," said she, and she made a motion
that would have been a stamp had she
Calvin Tabor laughed and cast a
glance of merry malice at me and bow
ed low as he replied:
"The goods shall be unladen within
the hour mistress," said he, "and if
you and the gentleman would rather
not tarry to see them for fear of dis
"We shall remain," said Mistress
Mary. "I pray you order the goods un
laden at once, Captain Tabor." Then
the captain laughed again in his dare
devil fashion as he turned to the sailors
and shouted out the order, and straight
way the sailors so swarmed hither and
thither upon the deck that they seem
ed five times as many as before, and
then we heard the hatches flung back
with claps like guns.
We sat there and waited, and the bell
over In Jamestown rang and the long
notes died away with sweet echoes as
if from distant heights. .
I waited and listened while the sail
ors unloaded the goods with many a
shout and repeated loud commands
from the captain,; and Mistress Mary
kept her eyes turned away from my
face and watched persistently tbe un
lading and had seemingly no more
thought of me than of one of the
swamp trees for some time. Then all
at once she turned toward me, though
still her eyes evaded mine.
"Why do you not go to church, Mas
ter Wingfield?" she said in a sweet,
sharp voice.
"I go when you go, madam," said I.
"You have no need to wait for me,"
said she. "I prefer that you should
not wait for me."
I made no reply, but reined in my
horse, which was somewhat restive,
with his head in a cloud of early flies.
"Do you not hear me. Master Wing
field?" said she. "Why do you not
proceed to church and leave me to
follow when I am ready?"
She had never spoken to me in such
manner before, and she dared not look
at me as she spoke.
"I go when you go, madam," said I
Then suddenly, with an impulse half
of mischief and half of anger, she
lashed out with her riding whip at
my restive horse, and he sprang, and I
had much ado to keep him from bolt-
mg. He danced to an tne trees and 6he ..You are a gentleman in spite
bushes, and she had to pull Merry j you are a geutleman, you cannot be
Roger sharply to one side, but finally t. me to mv nurt anti TOU cannot
I got the mastery of him and rode close
to her again.
"Madam," said I, "I forbid you, to do
that again," and as I spoke I saw her
little fingers twitch on her whip, but
she dared not raise it. She laughed as
a child will who knows she is at fault
and is scared by her consciousness of
guilt and would conceal it by a brava
do of merriment. Then she said in the
sweetest, wheedling tone that I had
ever heard from her, and I had known
her from childhood:
"But, Master Wingfield, 'tis broad
daylight and there are no Indians here-
Harry's horae resents
Mary's lash
abouts. and if there were, here are all
these English sailors and Captain Ta
bor. Why need you stay? Indeed, I
shall be quite safe and hear, that
must be the last stroke of the bell."
But I was not to be moved by whee
dling. I repeated again that I should
remain where she was. Then she,
grown suddenly stern again, withdrew
a little from me, but sat still, watching
the unlading with a gravity which gave
me a vague uneasiness. I began to
have a feeling that here was more
than appeared on the surface, and my
I cnsniHnna cww n T wntrhiid th sail
ors lift those boxes which were sup
posed to contain Mistress Mary's
finery. In the first place, there were
enough of them to contain the ward
robe of a lady in waiting; in the second
place, they were of curious shape for
j such purposes; in tbe third place, 'twas
all those lusty English sailors could do
to lift them.
"They be the heaviest furbelows that
ever maiden wore," I thought as
watched them strain at the cases, both
hauling and pulling, with many men
to the ends to get them through the
hatch, then ease them to the deck,
with regard to the nipfing of fingers.
I noted, too, an order given somewhat
privately by Captain Tabor to put out
tne pipes, ana noted tnat not one man
but had stowed his away.
There was a bridle path leading
through the . woods to Laurel Creek,
and by that way, to my consternation,
Mistress Mary ordered the sailors to
carry the cases. 'Twas two miles in
land, and I marveled much to hear
her, for even should nearly all the
crew go, the load would be a grievous
one, it seemed to me. But to my mind
Captain Calvin Tabor behaved as if
the order was one which he expected
Neither did the sailors grumble, but
straightway loaded themselves with the
cases raised upon a species of hurdles
which must have been provided for the
purpose and proceeded down tbe bridle
path, singing to keep up their hearts
another song even more at odds with
the day than the first.
The captain marched at the head of
the sailors, and Mistress Mary and I fol
lowed slowly through the narrow aisle
of green. I rode ahead, and often pulled
my horse to one side, pressing his body
hard against the trees that I , might
hold back a branch which would have
caught her headgear. All the way we
never spoke.' When we reached Laurel
Creek, Mistress Mary drew the key from
her pocket, which showed to me that
the visit had been planned should the
ship have arrived. She unlocked the
door, and the sailors, no longer singing,
for they were well nigh spent by the
journey under the heavy burdens, de
posited the cases in the great room.
Laurel Creek had belonged to Mistress
Mary's maternal grandfather, Colonel
Edmond Lane, and had not been in
habited this many a year, not since
Mary was a baby in arms.
The old furniture still stood in the
accustomed places, looking desolate
with that peculiar desolateness of life
less things which have been associated
with man. The house at Laurel Creek
was a fine mansion, finer than Drake
Hill, and the hall made me think of
England. Great oak chests stood
against the walls, hung with rusting
swordsand armor and empty powder
horns. A carved seat was beside the
cold hearth, and in a corner was a tall
spinning wheel, and the carved stair
led in a spiral ascent of mystery to the
shadows above.
When the cases were all deposited
In the great room Mistress Mary held
a short conference apart with Captain
Calvin Tabor, and I saw some gold
pass from her hand to his. Then she
thanked him and the sailors for their
trouble very prettily in that way she
had which would have made every
one as willing to die for her as to car
ry heavy weights. Then we all filed
out from the house and Mistress Mary
locked the door and bade goodby to
Captain Tabor; then he and his men
took aaraJn tba bridle Dath back to XL ,
ship, and she and I proceeded church
ward on the highway.
When we were once alone together
I spurred my horse up to hers and
caught her bridle and rode alongside
and poke to her as if all the past
were naught, and I with the right to
which I had been born. It had come
to that pass with me in those days
that all the pride I had left was that
of humility, but even that I was ready
to give up for her if necessary.
"Toll me, madam." said I, "what was
in those cases?"
"Have I not told you? sho said, and
I knew that she whitened under her
"There is more than woman's finery
in those cases, which weigh like lead,
said I. "What do they contain?"
Mistress Mary had. after alL little of
the feminine power of subterfuge in
uer. ii sue trieti it it was, as iu iujs
case, too transparent. Straight to the
point she went with perfect frankness
of daring and rebellion as a boy might.
"It requires not much wit, methinks.
Master Wingfield, to see that," said
she. Then she laughed. "Ixrd, how
the poor sailor men toiled to lift my
cauzes and feathers and ribbons!" said
j sue. Then her blue eyes looked at me
through her mask with indescribable
daring and defiance.
"Weil, and what will you do?" said
command me like a child, for I am a
child no longer, and I will not tell you
what those cases contain."
"You shall tell me," said I. ,
"Make me if you can," said she.
"Tell me what those cases contain,"
said I.
Then she collapsed all at once, as
only the citadel of a woman's will can
do through some inner weakness.
"Guns and powder and shot and par
tisans," said she. Then she added, like
one who would fain readjust herself
upon the heights of her own resolution
by a good excuse for having fallen:
"Fie. why should I not have told you,
Master Wingfield? You cannot betray
me, for you are a gentleman, and I am
not a child."
"Why have you had guns and ammu
nition brought from England?" I askecL
But iu the shock of the discovery I had
loosened my grasp of her bridle and
she was off, and in a minute we wer
in Jamestown and could not disturb
the Sabbath quiet by talk or ride too
We were a good hour and a half late,
but there was to my mind enough of
preaching yet for my soul's good, for I
thought not much of Parson Downs
nor his sermons. But I dreaded for
Mistress Mary that which might come
from her tardiness and her Sabbath
breaking, if that were discovered. I
dismounted and assisted Mistress Mary
to the horse block, and off came her
black velvet mask, and she clapped a
pretty hand to her hair and shook her
skirts and wiped off a mud splash.
Then up the aisle she went, and I after
her, and all the people staring.
I can see that church as well today
as If I wrre this moment there. Heavily
sweet with honey and almond scent It
was, as well as sweet herbs and musk
wnicn tne laaies naa on tneir nnnaKer
chiefs, for it was like a bower with
flowers. Great pink boughs arched
overhead, and the altar was as white
as snow with blossoms. Up the aisle
she flashed, and none but Mary Caven
dish could have made that little jour
ney under the eyes of the governor in
his pew and the governor's lady and
all the burgesses and the churchward
en half starting up as if to exercise his
authority and the parson swelling with
a vast expanse of sable robes over tbe
book, with no abashedness and yet no
boldness nor unmaidenly forwardness.
There was an Innocent gayety on her
face like a child's and an entire confi
dence in good will and loving charity
for her tardiness which disarmed all.
She looked out from that gauze love
hood of hers as she came up the aisle,
Mary and Harry Wingfield
walking up the aisle
and the governor, who had a harsh
face enough ordinarily, beamed mildly
indulgent His lady eyed her with a
sort of pleasant and reminiscent won
der, though she was a haughty dame.
The churchwarden settled back, and
as for Parson Downs, his great, red
face curved in a smile and his eyes
twinkled under their heavy overhang
of florid brow, and then he declaimed
in a hoarser and louder shout than
ever to cover the fact of his wander
ing attention. And young Sir Hum
phrey Hyde, sitting between his moth
er, Lady Betty, and his sister, Cicely,
turned as pale as death when he saw
her enter, and kept so, with frequent
covert glances at her from time to
time, and I saw him and knew that he
knew about Mistress Mary's furbelow-
KNOW not how it may be
with other men, but of one
branch of knowledge, which
pertains directly to the hu
man heart, and, when it be what its
name indicates, to its eternal life, I
gained no insight whatever from my
books and my lessons, nor from my
observance of its workings in those
around me, and that was the passion
of love. Of that I truly could learn
naught except by turning my reflec
tions toward my own heart.
I had loved Mary Cavendish like a
father and like a lover, like a friend
and a brother, like a slave and like a
master, and it had been thus with me
near sixteen years, since I was four
teen and she was a little maid of two.
and I lived neighbor to her in Suffolk-
At fourteen I was as ungainly a lad.
with as helpless a sprawl of legs and
arms and as staring and shamefaced
surprise at bit suddenly realized
Untoia suffering and Constant
Misery Awful Sight From that
Dreadful Complaint, Infantile Ec
zema Commenced at Top of his
Head and Covered Entire Body.
Our baby had that dreadful
plaint, Infantile Lciema, which at
him for several months, commentwi at
the top of I 's head, and at last cjyrering
his whole body. 1. suffering were
untold and constant misery jjln fact,
there was rothing we wouloyftot have
done to have given him Vyief. The
family doctor seemed toZoe wholly
incapable of coping with fie case, and
after various experimentfftf his, which
resulted in no benefit tfthe child, wa
sent to Mazon, 111., to a Vuggist and got
a full set of the CuticujC Remedies and
applied as per direct ifh, and he began
to improve immediafly, and in about
three or four dayjrAogan to show a
brighter spirit ancreally laughed, for
t he first time in a yf kx. In about ninety
days he was fullrecovered, with the
exception of a ugh skin, which is
(tiring, and cventuauy
V a healthy one.
will b
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and there
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height of growth wnen jostiea try a,
girl or a younger lad, and utter dis
comfiture before an unexpected deep
ness of tone when essaying a polite re
sponse to an inquiry of his elders, as
was ever seen in England.
And I remember that I bore myself
with a wary outlook for affronts to
my newly fledging dignity and con
cealed all that was stirring In me to
new life, whether of nobility or natural
emotion, as if it were a dire shame,
and whenever I had it in my heart to
be tender was so brusque that I seem
ed to have been provided by nature
with an armor of roughness like a
hedgehog. But perhaps I had some
small excuse for this, though, after all,
ils a question in my mind as to what
excuse there may be for any man out
side the motives of his own deeds, and
I care not to dwell unduly, even to my
own consideration, upon those disad
vantages of life which may come to a
man without his cognizance and are to
be borne like any fortune of war.
But I bad a mother who had small
affection for me, and that was not ao
unnatural nor so much to her discredit
aa it may sound, since she, poor thing,
had been forced into a marriage with
my father when she waa long in lova
with her cousin. Then, my father hav
ing died at sea the year after I waa
born, and her cousin, who was a youn
ger son, having coma Into the estates
through the deaths of both his broth
ers of smallpox in one week, aha mar
ried her first love in less than six
months, and no discredit to her, for
women are weak when they love, and
she had doubtless been sorely tried.
(To Bo Continued.)
A Peculiar Subject.
Fountain City, Nov. 8. (SpDRev.
Willis who has just closed a scries of
meetings at the Friedns church will
give a lecture at the church Friday
evening the 9th, entitled "Quaker
Sugar Lump." -?JL are invit
ed to attend.
Whitewater Lodge of Odd Fellows
will have work tonight In the First
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