San Antonio Daily Light. (San Antonio, Tex.), Vol. 12, No. 47, Ed. 1 Monday, March 14, 1892 Page: 7 of 8
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absorbed in any stronger stream; it Bad
simply trickled on wearing a channel
for a similar but mightier current.
Having by some process that was more
than instinct and certainly less than
reason come to an identification of the
dead child with the living woman An-
thony began to realize that the little rill
was rising increasing in volume and
strength and that the channel it had
worn was filling with a stream whose
power he could not gauge yet and only
vaguely understood.
After their meeting in the cemetery
his visits to Mrs. Beverley increased in
frequency until there appeared justice
as well as acrimony in Miss Cornelia’s
complaint that he was in or about the
house from the rising of the sun until
the going down of the same and after.
The old lady’s position toward her un-
welcome neighbor remained unchanged
and appeared unchangeable save in one
direction and that was increase of bit-
terness. “He rubs me all the wrong
way" she explained fretfully when
Mary pointed out that he had changed
his tactics and was trying to be polite to
her in a rough and bearish fashion. “1
dislike his attempts at courtesy quite as
much as 1 do his natural rudeness. I
dislike him altogether. He rubs me the
wrong way.”
In spite of the flagrant injustice of
this Mary was fain in her soul to yield
assent. She took his part from sheer
kindness of heart and love of fair play
and she made excuses for him to herself
and others but in her heart she con-
fessed candidly that he was a terrible
irritant. When he was out of her sight
she could recall and dwell with pleasure
on his really fine qualities—his ambi-
tion energy intensity of will and pur-
pose his lack of false pride his real if
circumscribed kindness of heart and
his liberality. She could ticket them all
off on her fingers and give to each good
trait its meed of admiration when their
owner was at a distance; but when he
was beside her they faded into the back-
ground leaving prominent the conscious-
ness that he “rubbed her the wrong
way” also.
It was a pity; for he really was far
from being a bad or stupid ora brutally
offensive man. His genius consisted
not in saying and doing wrong things
but in leaving unsaid and undone right
ones. Mary was self convicted of lack
of generosity in liking him with reserva-
tions and yet deprived by the very
feeling the absence of which she de-
plored of the comfort and certainty of
her aunt’s position. “He is truly insup-
portable which is his only defect” that
lady announced with decision and
after that never wavered.
“Why do you cumber yourself with
those old niggers?” he questioned sud-
denly after he had told Mary all about
the materials which had come for his
new house and the plans he had made.
There was an architect a friend of his
coming from New York to undertake
the work for him and no time or
trouble or expense was to be spared in
making the building perfect.
Mrs. Beverley looked across at him
but made no answer. They were alone
in the parlor as Miss Cornelia seldom
troubled herself to appear. “He doesn’t
come tosee me” she said “and he doesn't
want to see me. 1 wish he didn’t come
to see you so often." And Mary was be-
ginning to wish so herself.
“You’ll have to support ’em you
know” he proceeded. “They are too
old to work and they haven't anything
to live on and of course they're going to
live on you. You might have known
that when the old rascal persuaded you
to let him move over here.”
“I did know it” Mary replied quietly.
“I had then moved over for that pur-
pose. They are old family servants and
we have supported them always. Their
children are dead; and they have no one
else to look to for assistance and no-
where else to go.”
Anthony whistled. “That’s all done
sway with" he said “and a mighty
good thinv for the land owners „ too*
Everj’ tub stands on its own bottom
now. They are as free as anybody and
ought to look out tor themselves. You
ain't bound to support them any longer.
As to a place to go there's the pool
house if they can’t do any better. We
all pay taxes to support that and it
would be unreasonable to expect us to
support the paupers of the community
outside too.”
Mary knew that the feudal feeling
the sense of mutual dependence which
had been so strong a tie between hex
own class and theif humble retainers in
the nature of things was nonexistent in
his class and possibly beyond his com-
prehension. She cast about in her mind
how to make him understand without
reminding him ungenerously of their
difference of caste.
“These old people are singularly des-
titute of friends among their own race
on whom they have a claim for support”
she explained. “As I told you just a
moment ago their children are dead
and their grandchildren have shaken
them off and moved away. They are
very old and much attached to their
home. They wouldn't be comfortable
at the poorhouse.”
“Oh yes they would” he contradict-
ed understanding her to mean in the
material sense. “You’re mightily mis-
taken about that. The paupers are well
treated by the county; they have good
accommodations and clothing and fire-
wood provided and hardly any work to
do. 1 rode over there myself the othex-
day to tell the overseer to send a wagon
for old Patrick and to make arrange-
ments about them. 1 don’t like niggers;
1 never did. But I’m not a brute either;
and if 1 hadn’t seen with my own eyes
that the darkies were comfortable and
cared for 1 wouldn't have moved them.”
“It isn't that" said Mary impatiently;
“it’s the feeling they have about it.
They would die if they were sent to the
poorhouse. It is their pride the degrada-
tion of being considered paupers the
ignominy of being on the county. Can’t
you understand? It’s the feeling that
made Dickens' old woman run away
from everybody and die on the roadside
rather than be taken to the workhouse.’’
But Anthony had never read a line of
Dickens in his life and the parallel
which Mrs. Beverley had cleverly drawn
from his own class was utterly thrown
away upon him. What struck him was
the absurdity of supposing negroes capa-
ble of feelings and aspirations other than
those relating to physical comfort of
imagining that they cared for anything
outside of being warmed and housed and
fed without undue exertion. This idea
of hers appeared to him so humorous
that he threw back his head and laughed
uproariously.
Mary felt as though she could have
struck him.
“Well well!” he said as soon as he
had got the better of his mirth “you are
verdant if you’ll excuse me for saying
so Mrs. Beverley. To think of the cun-
ning old beggar taking you in like that
and of your believing him! He lied like
a thief all around. What he wanted was
to stay in my house and when he found
he couldn’t do that to spite me by not
falling in with my arrangements for
him. It’s a shame that you should be
the victim though and I'll just let my
gentleman see that he can't get ahead
of me like that. I'll have the overseer
of the poor here after him inside of a
week."
Mrs. Beverley's eyes blazed. “You
will do nothing of the kind” she said
shortly. “You are taking a very great
liberty in interfering in my affairs in
this way. Those old people were brought
here by my orders and of my own free
will and here they shall remain. They
have lived on this plantation for upward
of eighty years and they shall die on it.
They worked for the Beverleys in their
youth and the Beverleys profited by
their labor; now in their age they look
to the Beverleys for protection And sup-
port and their trust shall not be be-
trayed.”
Anthony stared at her a light of ad-
miration beginning to glow in his eyes.
He enjoyed seeing a woman “fire up”
as he expressed it and anger had given
to Mrs. Beverley's face a beauty it did
not ordinarily possess —a beauty of flash-
ing eyes and scarlet cheeks a beauty of
light and color such as the man oppo-
site her could keenly appreciate. Never
had she looked so attractive in his eyes
as at this moment when he was appear-
ing utterly odious in hers.
He drooped his lids according to his
custom and watched her color slowly
fade. It was a pity it should go it was
so pretty. He felt suddenly certain that
he loved her and that he wanted her
for his wife. When that should come
about —for even at this early stage he
admitted no possibility of failure—she
should have her way in all things;
should support a regiment of paupers if
shabked and belieyg all their Jies if it
pleased net. He wohld build a barracks
for them and issue rations or any othe.
tomfoolery that she might wish. He
could stand it and such a woman as this
was welcome to throw his money about
with both hands. It was a shame for
her to be imposed on now as he still felt
confident these old negroes were impos-
ing on her; after awhile when she had
a pocketbook at her back and some one
to keep it phethoric it would make no
difference.
What he said was: “You’ll never make
buckle and tongue meet if you let peo-
ple ride over you this way. What you
need is somebody to look after you who
has got the right and the means to do
it properly.”
CHAPTER XI.
A small square sign beside the post of a
door in one of the business streets of New
York set forth the fact to all whom it
might interest that Daniel Stewart arch-
itect had his office on the second floor.
Apparently this announcement hail been
of interest to no one for it had stared the
public blankly in the face for more than
twelve months and the public had
vouchsafed it no attention.
A very different thought had been in
Mr. Stewart’s mind when he put it
there and his intention had been to be
discriminating and a trifle hard to please
in his selection of patrons and just a
little difficult in regard to the orders
which would inundate him —not enough
to dam the tide of prosperity of course
but sufficient to increase its impetuosity.
A man must not cheapen himself he
must demonstrate that he has full belief
in his own ability and consciousness of
its worth so that the world in its un-
thinking haste may find this view ready
to its hand and adopt it. So thinks
ever} - man who is worth his salt when
he embarks on a now venture; and so
he should think for if in youth he has
not belief in himself and hope for the
world his case is a sad one and the
sooner he buys himself a revolver and
hies him to a better country the better
for his comfort.
Dan's was a sunny hopeful nature
and it took twelve full months of per-
sistent discouragement to convince him
that a callous public was resolved to
give him no opportunity to house it in a
style and for a price heretofore un-
dreamed of and to make him realize
that belief in one’s self while undoubt-
edly an excellent thing is inadequate to
force from the world substantial recog-
nition of one's talents. Houses he could
build and that right well for he had a
thorough knowledge of his business; but
an ability can scarcely be considered
of practical value when there seems no
market for it. Houses there were in
plenty to be builded but other men got
the work somehow through being in the
ring or having interest or other things
to push them while Dan was a little
outside of it all not being even a native
born New Yorker.
He had first seen the light of day (or
rather of twelve wax candles for it was
eleven o’clock of a pitch dark night) in
a stately room of a stately house near the
city of St. John New Brunswick. Some
superstition of his house handed straight
down from a Highland granddam de-
manded that to insure good fortune to
an infant he must be ushered into the
world by the aid of candles twelve in
number and that to secure exceptional
good fortune such as intellectual gifts
and the power of winning affection he
must be born as near the magic hour of
midnight as he conveniently could man-
age. Dan had missed the supreme good
by undue haste but he had small right
to gibe at Fortune for the way in which
she used him.
Dan forced his way to where Ned An-
thony stood.
When he was fifteen he was sent down
to New York to an old bachelor uncle a
brother of his mother’s who had offered
to adopt and educate him and to leave
him all his fortune.
He went to Andover first and after-
ward to Harvard where he graduated
in several courses and took a good de-
gree. His talent for drawing modeling
and construction was so decided that he
desired to make architecture his profes-
sion but to this his uncle would in no-
wise consent. He had adopted the boy
that he might have a son to succeed him
in his business he averred not that the
son might draw lines on paper. The
noblest architecture in his eyes was
that which constructed fortunes.
Blessed with a sunny temperament
and the maimers which unselfishness
and kindliness of heart bestow Dan was
a general favorite pleasifig quite as much
by his unaffected enthusiasm and genu-
ine boyish high spirits as he did by his
cleverness and exquisite tact. He was
not handsome and was rather small
and his hair was well nigh scarlet; but
nobody minded that—he least of all—-
and a couple Of years passed away very
pleasantly in learning the ways of fir
nance and flirtation and becoming con-
verted from a charming student into an
equally charming man of the world.
Then suddenly the foundations of his
prosperity slid from under him leaving
him stunned for awhile and inclined to
question his own identity. There was a
crisis of affairs a wild panic followed
by a deep hush in which men lookeel
about stealthily to see who was hurt and
who was killed and fortunes fell like
leaves before frost and were whirled
away on the winds of ruin; and here
and there a pistol shot rang through
handsome chambers and there was a
quiet hasty burial at Greenwood.
After his uncle’s death Dan Stewart
was forced to look about him. After
the creditors were satisfied there was
very little left of what was to have been
his inheritance—only a few thousands
but enough for a start Dan thought in
some new place. A horror of the hurry-
ing heartless city in which his fortunes
had suffered shipwreck seized on him
for the time and his home in New
Brunswick being broken up he went
out west and roved about for several
years. Although he failed to add much
to his store of material blessings he
contrived to get considerable enjoyment
out of life for the same traits which se-
cured him popularity in his youth won
him affection in his manhood.
It was during this portion of his
career that he made the acquaintance of
Ned Anthony. It was in a saloon in a
little mining town in one of the territo-
ries kept by an Irish bully named O'Hara.
A party of roughs were drinking and at
a small table in one corner four men
playing poker Dan noticed one of the
players particularly because of his being
a stranger in the place and because of a
certain rough grace in the poses of his
splendid athletic figure the beauty of
his silky brown beard and a trick he
had of lowering his lids and looking out
through half shut eyes. He was won-
dering who the man could be when
there arose a cry of foul play in the cor-
ner and ho saw the brown bearded man
quick as a flash pin the hand of one of
his opponents to the table with a long
keen double edged knife which he had
whipped out of the breast of his hunting
shirt.
In less than a minute a scene of the
wildest confusion was inaugurated;
blows were struck shots fired and the
air surcharged with threats and pro
fanity. Dan whose every instinct was
to espouse the weaker side forced his
way to where Ned Anthony stood with
his back to the wall fighting with cool-
ness and science but at a teiTible dis-
advantage because of having emp-
tied the only loaded chamber of his
revolver in the beginning of the affray.
It would have gone hard with the
pair in a very short time for the roughs
were heavily armed and growing dan
derous but for the interference of the
Irish proprietor who with a Donnybrook
fair taste for fighting combined a warm
regard for his own possessions. In lan-
guage that reeked of brimstone he pro-
claimed that the persona) welfare of the
combatants was a matter of utter indif-
ference to him but that he objected to
having his furniture smashed or his
saloon turned into a slaughter pen with
any of their foolishness and rushed into
the melee followed by his bartender.
With the aid of this re-enforcement oui
two friends did such effective work that
in a comparatively short space of time
the roughs found themselves thrust in-
gloriously into the street.
The acquaintance from this stormy
beginning developed into a queer kind
of friendship and some intimacy. Ths
men had little in common save physical
courage and high animal spirits unless
a love of adventure and of the solitude
of nature and a mutual taste for sport
be taken into account.
In character and intellect they were
totally dissimilar although both were
strong men. The causes of their attrac-
tion for each other might have repaid
investigation had either man been given
to analysis or interested in psychological
subtleties. Unfortunately the oppor-
tunity was thrown away; for Ned's ac-
quaintance with the word “analysis”
was confined to its appearance in the
columns of the dictionary and its appli-
cation to minerals and Dan's mind was
without the twist which leads to morbid
research and subtle investigation. Hu
man emotion thrilled and interested him
but he had no promptings to examine it
under a pocket lens.
Perhaps this was as well for poor hu-
manity for Dan's nature was so sympa-
thetic his interest so warm and his tact
so perfect that had his tastes directed
him to emotional dissection he would
never have been without a subject.
Men children confided in
him copiously; to know him was not
merely to love him but to lay bare the
mental and moral anatomy to him also.
Given a pipe a camp fire in a lonely
canyon and Dan Stewart for a compan-
ion and the most reserved man on earth
would forget his caution and turn him-
self inside out like a glove drawn from
a hand too large for it.
It is not surprising therefore that
during their lonely mountain expeditions
Ned Anthony's heart should open to his
companion’s sunny influence and that
all of his history should pass into Dan's
possession even to the tiny vein of pure
true gold that enriched the rugged quartx
and grit.
The discovery of the existence of this
vein was delightful to Dan .who bad al)
(lb te Cmtiniud.]
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