The Hennessey Kicker. (Hennessey, Okla. Terr.), Vol. 3, No. 50, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 21, 1896 Page: 3 of 4
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A CASTLE IN SPAIN.
Once I built me a castle in Spain,
A wonderful castle fair ami high,
Afar from thtr haunts of can- and pain,
For I hung its rafters in the sky,
"And here," I said, "1 will take my cast
I am tired of those who cry to me;
Amid all these measureless silences.
How calm and quiet my rest shall he.'
I sat me down with none to molest:
The great world sinned and sorrowed he-
low ;
Far out of the reach of its wild unrest
How the peaceful days might come and
go.
But lo, in my heart dark elouds arose,
The skies were full of the summer sun.
Still at morning I longed for day to close.
And at evening wished the night were
done.
"And oh," I said, "for a heart to cheer,
A stranger to break my bread with me!"
And the silence answered, heavy and
drear;
"Nay, take thine ease, none calleth for
thee."
My beautiful castle Is fair and high.
It lloais and swings in limitless space;
Hut down where the weary and sorrowful
cry
For comfort and help, is a fairer place.
And the day has wings; Its hours too few,
For the blessed labor, the welcome pain.
Who cares to dwell In the ether blue
May have at his will my castle In Spain.
—Chicago Advance.
[Copyright, 1895, by J- B. Llpplncott Co.]
II.—Continued.
"Your surroundings are a perpetual
Inspiration, Miss Hester," said King- j
brand, feasting his eyes with the keen j
appreciation of an artist upon the mag- I
nilicent panorama of the mountains
and valleys and foresls stretching a way
to the westward.
"I am glad you like Tennessee," re-
plied the girl, with a touch of pathos in
her voice. 4*So many people—especial-
ly northerners—seem to think it an un-
profitable wilderness."
"Who could be so 1111 appreciative as to
say that?"
"Miss Brad fern, for one. She is from
Boston, and she visited friends in Dun-
bar last summer. She was cont inually
pining for New England in general and
Boston in partietdar. I'm sure I can't
understand how she will be able to live
here."
"Is she coming here to live?"
"Yes; as the wife of our rector in
Tregarthcn. I tell liim he's setting a
bad example by going so far from
home."
"Then I presume he is a southerner?"
"He is; he's a Georgian; but I believe
he was educated in the north."
"Am I to understand that you think
one ought not to marry out of his sec-
tion?" he asked, making the. rector's
case a possible opportunity for ascer-
taining his own standing.
"Oh! I wouldn't say anything so
radical as that," she replied, stroking
her horse's mane; "only, it seems to
me, there arc many reasons against it..
You don't understand—you can't un-
derstand—how much sectional feeling
there is in the south."
"I know there used to be, but I
thought it was a thing of the past,
since the war."
"It is, in some senses, I suppose, and
in others I think it is as strong as ever.
My father fought for the south; and if
you could know how strongly my sym-
pathies are enlisted upon the side of
some of the things which you think tire
dead issues, there would be only one
word in your vocabulary that would fit
me—an ugly little word of five letters."
"I hope I am broad enough not to ap-
ply it. Miss Latimer. I think I can put
myself in your place sufficiently to un-
derstand that thore may be many and
honest differences of opinion."
"It's right kind of you to say that—
especially as your side has the better of
the argument; though I'm not so sure
about that, either. It's one thing to
starve people into submission and quite
another to subjugate them."
"I believe I can appreciate that, too."
Neither of them spoke again for a
few moments, and then Hester called
his attention to a jutting crag project-
ing far out from the cliff-line at their
feet. "I)o you see that point over yonder
to the right?" she asked.
"Yes; and I was going to ask you if
it has a name."
"It has; it is called 'Tom's Jump.'
It's not a very poetic name, and it could
hardly be called a 'Lover's Leap,' al-
though the story is dreadful enough."
"Tell me about it."
"It's short and quite prosaic. There
used to be a moonshiner's still some-
where in this neighborhood, and one of
the men was young Tom Cragin, the son
ot the mountaineer who owned the still.
One day the revenue men were trying to
arrest the party, and they chased young
Cragin out into this road. He ran
down that way, and two more officers
he could not ask questions. What she j
had said, however, made him thought-
ful, and he resolved to ask Ludlow if lu
knew the story.
When they reached the house Hester
asked Ringbrand to stay to tea, am!
1 after the meal they sat together on the
veranda while the colonel and his son
rode to Tregarthcn. Since they were
well beyond the period of acquaintance-
ship in which young lovers take each
other seriously and talk upon abstruse
subjects, the conversatoii drifted aim-
lessly and easily from one topic to an-
other until it finally came back to the
rector and his approaching marriage.
Hester spoke of it again in terms of dis-
approval. "It seems to me like a ease of
infatuation on his part," she said,
"though I suppose I'm prejudiced. I
can't see how they are ever going to be
able to make peace between the sec-
tions."
"Is Miss Brad fern so very pronounced
in her views?" asked Ringbrand.
"I think she is; and I fear she is much
the stronger of the two."
"Is that always a misfortune?"
"Possibly not; but it seems so to me.
It implies a surrender on the part of the
husband, and that's a pitiable thing to
contemplate."
"Do you think so? I should say that
such a surrender might be very noble—
under some circumstances."
"I can't imagine the circumstances.
What are they?"
II is frank question drew him rather
deeper into the subject than lie had
meant to go, but he laid hold of his
courage and spoke the thought that
was in him. "I mean when a man has
been fortunate enough to find the one
woman in the world with whom he can
share all things." lie said it quietly,
trying to keep the vibrant note of pas-
sion out of his voice.
She did not reply at once, and when
she did there was no sign that she had
taken his answer in any sense other
than as an abstract statement of fact.
"Even then I think you are wrong," she
said. "It doesn't seem possible to me
that any woman could accept such a
sacrifice and retain her respect for the
man who made it; does it to you?"
"I had never thought of it as being a
sacrifice. It is more like ti part of the
homage which a loyal subject would
give freely to the one whom he had en-
throned."
She looked at him in doubt. "I can
never tell when you are in earnest and
when you are trying to be satirical."
"Oh, I beg you to believe I wouldn't
jest upon such a serious subject," he
hastened to say.
"Then 1 can't understand your posi-
tion at all. You—you write about wom-
en, and you should understand them
Hester asked Ringbrand to stay
better than that. Isn't it true that even
the st rongest woman prefers to look up
rather than down, if her husband be
noble and brave and generally wortii
looking up to?"
Ringbrand winced, for had he not
signed his name to a certain narrative
in which the motive turned upon the
theory that deep in the heart of every
woman there dwells an unspoken desire
I to be dominated? He smiled at his un-
| conscious mendacity and wondered why
it is that a man who chances to be in
love cannot apply the wisdom of other
days to the solution of his own riddles.
"Perhaps you are right, after all," lie
said, musingly. "-\ow that you recall 1
it. it seems quite possible that I may at
one time have held and expressed such
a view myself. Your proviso, however,
helps my side of the question."
"In what way?"
"By asking for a rare combination o?
virtues in t lie man."
"IIow do you mean?"
"You said he should be noble ami
brave and generally worth looking up
to."
"Are those qualities rare?"
"Rare enough, I fear. I think there
are not many of us who could fill the re-
cpme out into the road ahead of him. j quirements. But to return to Miss
When he saw he was surrounded, he I Hradfern: You think she will be on the
climbed out to the point of that rock governing hand, do you?"
and flung himself down." "Perhaps not quite that, but I'm very
Ringbrand looked surprised. "I didn't : sure she has some—shall we call them
know the penalties were severe enough j convictions?—that will make Mr. Ra-
to warrant a man in doing that," lie i leigh very uncomfortable. One of them
gajt] I is the idea that it is a part of her mia-
"l'm not sure that they are," replied I sion to bring about the social recog-
the girl, "though a long term in the nition of the negroes." She said "nig-
peftitentiary is hard enough after the j gers," but the provincialism bore no
free life of the mountain. But in Cra- j contemptuous accent.
gin's case I think there were other
things; there was a long story of blood-
shed and violence leading up to the
tragedy, and perhaps lie had reason to
fear something worse than a prison.
Youdon't know anything about the sav-
age history of these mountains, Mr.
Ringbrand," she added, turning her
horse's head homeward. "Nearly
every family in the neighborhood is or
has been mixed up in some dreadful
trouble; even our own has not escaped."
She did not offer any further explana-
tions as they rode boci to "The
Laurels," and Ringbrand felt instinet-
r mark caught Ringbrand off his
guard and lie said: "There is room for
reform along that line, isn't there?"
"That dejKMids very much upon the
point of view*." Hester drew herself up
and a shade of austerity came into her
manner. "I'm not quite sure how you
regard it in the north, though papa says
you make 110 distinction—or, at least,
not very much. With us the question
has been definitely settled for a long
time."
He was besotted enough to try to
argue the point with her. "Don't you
think that much of the objection to so
a person's skin is prejudice?" he asked.
"You are at liberty to call it that or
anything else you please," she an-
swered, with chilly preeisencss. "and
there is nothing to prevent your j ut-
ting vourself upon on equalitv without
servants if you feel so disposed.
"I'm sure 1 don't wish to do ti::.*,
though I'm quite as certain that the
question of color or race would not pre-
vent inc. 1 think the negroes in the
north are given all the social rights
they expect or deserve; they are at
least the social equals of white people
in their own class."
Hester rose and stood before him
with sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks,
and he forgot all about the argument
in his admiration of her superb loveli-
ness. "That's just it!" she exclaimed;
"you all are quite willing to let the ne-
groes take their chances in the north,
but you try to compel us to accept
them as equals, w ithout regard to class,
whether we want to or not."
It was not their first difference, and
Ringbrand smiled. "You are of the
south, aren't you. Miss Hester? I wi-li
you would teach me how to be enthus-
iastic," he said, mildly.
"It would be a hopeless task," she re-
plied.
"I'm not so sure about that. I think
it would depend upon the teacher."
"But you would be enthusiastic 011
the wrong side, if 1 did."
"Perhaps you might convert me in
the process."
"I am afraid that isn't possible; and
then it wouldn't be honest of you to let
imo," she added, with feminine incon-
sistency.
Ringbrand smiled complacently. "I
like that," he said. "I shall try here-
after to be both enthusiastic and loyal
to my section."
Thinking about this conversation
when she was braiding her hair before
her mirror that night. Hester blushed
when she remembered how emphatic
she had been. "I hope he didn't think
1 was inhospitable and rude," she said,
speaking softly to herself; "but he
doesn't know how his cool way of as-
serting himself irritates one. And 1
was almost angry, too; I'm sure I was
going to say something spiteful; but
there was a look in his eyes that said
no, just as plainly as could be. He al-
ways looks at me that way when I'm
about to say something mean, and then
I can't go on. I wonder—but that
v.ould be ridiculous; he ought to mar-
ry a Yassar girl at the very least; some-
body with calm gray eyes and fluffy hair,
a girl with advanced ideas and all that,
and with plenty of intellect, so she
could help him in his work. That isn't
much like you, is it?" sj>eaking to the
reflection in the mirror; "you're noth-
ing but an enthusiastic, impulsive coun-
try girl, with coarse black hair"—she
drew one of the shining braids over
her shoulder to look at it—"and eye-
brows that make me think of the pic-
ture of Beatrice in tlie big Shakespeare
downstairs—only ' she's pretty and
you're not."
Mirrors do not always tell the truth,
and Hester's must have been a very
Ananias of a looking-glass if it reflect-
ed any such distorted likeness of the
embodiment of sweet, wholesome wom-
anhood standing before it; there were
strength and pride in every line of the
beautiful face and perfect form, but it
was the strength that harmonizes with
grace and purity, and it was the pride
that abhors mean things and scorns
the ignoble arts of deceit ami spbter-
fuge.
III.
THE HISTORY OF A FEUD.
Places, like persons, have characters
to Iceep or to lose. From the time be-
yond which fireside tradition fades into
tlie less authentic record of legendary
tales, Me Xabb's cove had shared with
its scanty population the evil report of
a bad neighborhood. Topographically,
it is a mere gash in the side of Murphy
mountain, with a few acres of arable
land in the center shut in on three sides
by steep wooded hills, whose summits
are the cliffs of the mountain. Prac-
tically inaccessible on three sides, en-
trance by the fourth is scarcely less
difficult. A narrow wagon road winds
up the sharp ascent which measure:
the height of the cove above the level of
Harmony valley; and besides this there
are 110 means of ingress or egress for
vehicles, and none for pedestrians save
such as are afforded by two or three
rocky trails up the sides of the moun-
tain. .
The isolation of MeXabb's cove had
much to do with its unsavory reputa-
tion. For many years the Bynums,
whose log farmhouse of "two pens and
a passage" was the only human habita-
tion in the small valley, had acted as
go-between for the illicit distillers 011
the mountain and their customers in
Harmony valley. In consequence of
this, the cove had been the scene of sev-
eral encounters between the revenue
officers and the moonshiners; and al-
though the Bynums had usually main-
tained an outward show of neutrality,
there was little doubt that they had al-
ways given the secret aid to their
neighbors on the mountain. It was
during the life of Col. Latimer's father
that the Bynums had first brought
themselves within the pale of the law.
•V revenue officer had climbed the steep
road leading to the cove one afternoon,
and the next morning his dead body
was found at the foot of the declivity
with a bullet hole in the skull. Old
Squire Latimer was justice of the
peace at the time, and he was especial-
ly active in pushing the inquiry which
finally fixed the crime upon one of the
Bynums. As the evidence was mostly
circumstantial, the murderers got off
with a life sentence; but for the
squire's part in the prosecution the
Bynums declared war upon the lati-
mer family, instituting a scries of per-
secutions which culminated in the
burning of the manor-house in the val-
ley. The ex-Virginian was a law-abid-
ing man, and, although there was lit-
tle doubt as to the identity of his enc-
1 in court ; but lUl\vV un 0>mlui
.vdand et
With each fresh depredation he re-
doubled his efforts to obtain proof
which could be produe
iiis j ersee uters were shr
and he was never able to get 1 inclusive
evidence against them. After the
burning of the manor-house the squire
built "The l.aurols" on the plateau of
Murphy mountain; but lie did not live
1 long to enjoy his new home. The
plateau farm was reached by a road
•vh.icli climbs the face of the ascent
trom Tregarthcn. Beyond the I.ati-
mer estate it skirts the brow of the
! mountain, following the line of the
cliffs and doubling it round the head of
MeXabb's cove. One morning when
! the squire was riding along t his road at
a point where it comes out upon tlie
' e.lgo of an abrupt precipice command- |
| ing a view of the cove, a
rifle-shot rang out. and the fright- |
caed horses galloped riderless back to
1 "The Laurels." When the searcher
j found him a short timo afterwards the
i squire w as quite dead; and before noon
John B\ 1111111 was in jail at Tregarthcn,
charged with the commission of the
crime. At this distance of time there
appears to be at least a reasonable
doubt of his guilt. He was seen in the
xillage, and in fact was arrested there,
within two hours of the time when the
murder was committed; and while the
distance from the head of the cove to
Tregarthcn by the road leading past
"The Laurels" is only three miles, it is
six by the way he must have gone to
avoid meeting the searching party.
This, and other facts, might have been j
brought out in a trial, but the Ityuums
were unpopular and their feud w itli the
Latinters was well known. The news
of the squire's death spread rapidly
through the valley during the day, and
at night an armed 1110b broke into the
jail and secured the hapless prisoner,
who was hurried to the seeie* of the
murder ami hanged to the nearest con-
venient tree.
[TO DE CONTINl'ED.]
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Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our
ryes, as night hovers nil da\ in the bough ot
tie fir tree. Emerson.
How M\ Tuhoat Hi it is! Why don't
ise Hale's llouev ot Hotvh<>utul and 'lar
•'ike sToothu lie 1>iops Cure 111 one minute.
A tiiino is never t <> often repeated which
h never sufficiently learned. Seneca.
Hotting so suddenly and completely
disables the muscles as
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STIFF NECK,
and nothing: eo promptly
cures them as ST. JAGOBS OIL.!
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THREE ENGLISH
. Uy In <
GHOSTS.
villi >
ively that it was a matter about which ' cial equality on the score of the color of mies, he refused to retaliate in kirvj.
I'M 111" mid :t Mini
Hen r <1.
There is hardly a castle or ancient
manor house in all England that has
not some ghostly tradition connected
with it. In some mansions the specters
are said to stalk and gibber and shriek
night after night, while in others they
appear only at long intervals. The
latter seems to be the ease at Clantlon
house, near Guildford, which belongs
to the earl of Onslow, but which is at
present let by him to a tenant. Here
the ghosts, for there are three of them,
have but recently made their appear-
ance, and though they seem quite fa-
miliar with the centuries-old st ruct lire
which they inhabit, no one. of this gen-
eration has been able to recall any-
thing about tliem.
The first is that of a beautiful lady,
richly attired in a cream-colored silk
robe and wearing a profusion of great
jewels. Sometimes she covers the
cream-colored silk with a black cloak,
and occasionally she carries a dagger
or a tumbler in her hand. All the do-
mestics say they have been here many
times, and the under footman stoutly
maintains that he once saw "the lady
in cream" take a book from the library
shelves, and after glancing through
its pages, carefully replace it.
The second specter is more terrify-
ing, for it appears in the form of a very
ugly female black dwarf, with a glit-
tering ring in her nose, and whose dress
indicates a condition of servitude. She
always bears in her hand a lighted
lantern.
A rough-looking man makes up this
phantom trio, and he has a great l>enrd
that is evidently the pride and joy of
his ghostly existence. He is not so
often seen as the lady in cream and her
hideous companion, and has the bear-
ing of one oppressed by a great sorrow.
A lady Spiritualist has had the hardi-
hood to visit the house, and converse
with the cream-colored apparition,
who, it is reported, related to her as
sad a story as ghost ever told. In her
time she had sinned, she said, and liei
husband found her out. He according-
ly bribed the black dwarf, his wife's
attendant, to kill her mistress, which
she did, and she lias ever since been
going about with a lighted lantern
looking for forgiveness.
The appearance of these ghosts has
caused great excitement in the quiet
country neighborhood, and many peo-
ple besides the domestics claim to have
seen all three.—X. Y. World.
One Thins: 11 lit 'I linn.
A French journal furnishes this inter-
esting colloquy between a housekeeper
and her new servant:
Mistress—Biddy, run and fetch me
the plum-tart out of the pantry.
Biddy (returning)—Please, ma'am, it
isn't there.
"Perhaps it is 011 the sideboard in tho
dining-room.**
"I can't find it.'*
"Then it must be in the cellar.**
"I don't see it, ma'am."
"Then most likely you have eaten it.'
"Yes, ma'am."—Youth's Companion.
An I'p-to-IJate Manager.
"What was tht; row?" asked the liv-
ing skeleton. "I didn't quite ketch on."
"It was the tattooed man," answered
the fat woman, as she impaled another
potato. "He says ef the manager in-
sists on him wearin' them new Obbery
Beardsley designs he's goin' on strike."
—Pittsburgh Chronicle-Telegraph.
No Hope.
"Why don't you marry your stenog-
rapher, if you love her?"
"She doesn't get salary enough to
support me, and there isn't any pros-
pect of it being raised."—Puck.
One Wan Needed.
Mr. B.—You are trying very hard to
be a man, it seems.
Mrs. B.—Well, don't you think we
need one in the family?—Life.
t"p to Date In Ilustneg*..
'Trof. McGubbin, I believe?**
"Yes, sir."
•'Professor of boxing?"
"No—language."—Chicago Record.
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