San Antonio Daily Light. (San Antonio, Tex.), Vol. 12, No. 19, Ed. 1 Wednesday, February 10, 1892 Page: 3 of 8
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life. We have as yet been able to Lave
little except religious communion with
our fellow travelers toward the Promised
Land—except of course with Brother
Sizzum who is as you see quite a man
of society as well as an elect apostle oi
a great cause. We are quite selfish in
asking you to repeat your visit. Besides
the welcome we should give you for your-
sei ves we welcome you also as a novelty. ’
And then he muttered half to himself
“God forgive me for speaking after the
flesh!”
“Come Wade” said my friend. And
he gripped my- arm almost savagely.
“Until this evening then Mr. Clitheroe.”
As we moved away from the wagon
where the lady stood so worn and sad
and yet so lovely her poor father's only
guard and friend we met Murker and
Larrap. They were sauntering about
prying into the wagons inspecting the
groups making observations—that were
perhaps only curiosity—with a base
guilty burglarious look.
“He he!” laughed Larrap leering at
Brent. ‘Til be switched ef you're not
sharp. You know where to look for the
pooty gals blowed ef yer don't!”
“Hold your tongue!” Brent made a
spring at the fellow.
“No offense! no offense!” muttered he.
shrinking back with a cowardly venom-
ous look.
“Mind your business and keep a civil
tongue in your head or there will be of
fense!” Brent turned and walked off in
silence. Neither of us was yet ready to
begin our talk on this evening’s meeting.
Our horses if not their masters were
quite ready for joyous conversation.
They had encountered no pang in the
region of Fort Bridger. Grass in plenty
was there and they neighed us good
evening in their most dulcet tones.
They frisked about and neighing and
frisking informed us that in their opin-
ion the world was all right—a perfectly
jolly place with abundance to eat little
to do and everybody a friend. A capi-
tal world according to Pumps and Don
Fulano.
We shifted our little caballada to fresh
grazing spots sheltered by a brake. We
meant to camp there apart from the
Mormon caravan. The talk of oui
horses had not cheered us. We still
busied ourselves in silence. Presently
as I looked toward the train 1 observed
two figures in the distance lurking about
Mr. Clitheroe’s wagon.
“See” said I “there are those two
gamblers again. I don’t like such foul
vultures hanging about that friendless
dove. They look villains enough for any
outrage.”
“But they are powerless here.”
“In the presence of a steadier villainy
they are. That foul Sizzum is quite
sure of his prey. John Brent what can
be done? Ido not know which I feel
most bitterly for the weary deluded old
gentleman doubting his error or that
noble girl. Poor friendless souls!”
“Friendless!” said Brent. “She has
made a friend in me. And in you too
if you are the man I know.”
“But what can we do?”
“I will never say that we can de
nothing until she repels our aid. If she
wants help she must have it.”
“Help! how?”
“I will find a way or make one.”
I determined not to perplex myself
yet with schemes. I knew my friend's
bold genius and cool judgment. When
he was ready to act I would back him.
CHAPTER XI.
JAKE SHAMBERLAIN'S BALL.
It grew dusk. Glimmering camp tires
marked the circle of the Mormon cara-
van. The wagons seemed each one in
the gloaming a giant white nightcap of
an ogress leaning over her coals. The
world looked drowsy and invited the
pilgrims toward the Mecca of the new
Thingamy to repose. They did not seem
inclined to accept. The tramping and
lowing cattle kept up a tumult like the
noise ot a far city. And presently an-
other din!
As Brent and I approached the fort
forth issued Jake Shamberlain with a
drummer on this side and a fifer on
that. “Pop Goes the Weasel” the fifer
blew. A tuneless bang resounded from
the drum. If there was one thing these
rival melodists scorned time was that
one thing. They might have been beat-
ing and blowing with the eight thou-
sand miles of the globe's diameter be-
tween instead of Jake Shamberlain’s
person for any consideration they
showed to each other.
Jake seeing us backed out from be-
tween his orchestra who continued on
beating and blowing in measureless con-
tent.
“We’re going to give a ball gentle-
met; and request the honor of your com-
pany in ten minutes precisely. Kids
not allowed on account of popular preju-
dice. Red flannel shirts and boots with
yaller tops is rayther Uie go fur dress.”
“A ball Jake! Where?”
“Why in that rusty hole of old
Bridger's. Some of them John Bulls has
got their fiddles along. 1 allowed ’t
would pay to scare up a dance. Guess
them gals wont be the wus fur a break-
down or an old fashioned hornpipe.
They hain't seen much game along back
ef their looks tell the story. I never seed
sech a down heel lot.”
A drummer on this side and a fifer on
that.
Jake ran off after his music. We
heard them still disdaining time march
around the camp announcing the fan-
dango.
‘•This helps us” said Brent. “Our
friends of course will not join the riot.
When the Mormons are fairly engaged
we will make our visit.”
“It is a good night for a gallop” said 1.
He nodded but said nothing.
Presently JJke still supported by his
pair of melodists reappeared. A strag-
gling procession of saints followed him.
They trooped into the inclosnre a mot-
ley throng indeed. Even that dry husk
of music hardly even cadence had put
some spirits into them. Noise per se is
not without virtue; it means life. Sham-
berlain’s guests came together laughing
and talking. Their laughter was not
liquid. But swallowing prairie dust does
not instruct in dulcet tones. Rather
wrinkled merriment; but still better than
no merriment at all.
We entered with the throng. Within
was a bizarre spectacle. A strange night
scene for a rough handed Flemish
painter of low life to portray.
“The ragamuffin brigade” whispered
I to Brent. “Jake Shamberlain’s red
flannel shirts and yaller topped boots
would be better than this seediness of
the furbelowed nymphs and ole clo’
swains. Evidently suits of full dress are
not to be hired at a pinch on the boule-
vards of Sizzumville.”
Brent made no answer and surveyed
the throng anxiously.
“They have not come—the father and
daughter” he said. “I cannot think of
the others now.”
“Shall we go to them?”
“Not yet. Sizzum sees us and will
suspect.”
We stood by regarding too much con-
cerned for our new friends to feel thor-
oughly the humor of the scene. But it
made its impression.
For lights at the Shamberlain ball in-
stead of the gas and wax of civilization
a fire blazed in one corner of the court
and sundry dips of unmitigated tallow
with their perfume undiluted flared
from perches against the wall. Over-
head up in the still clear sky the bare-
faced stars stared at the spectacle and
shook their cheeks over the laughable
maneuvers of terrestrials.
The mundane lights fires and dips
flashed and glimmered; the sky lights
twinkled merrily; the guests were as-
sembled; the ball waited to begin.
Jake Shamberlain the master of cere-
monies cleared a space in the middle
and “called for his fiddlers three.”
A board was laid across two barrels
and upon it Jake arrayed his orchestra
with Brother Bottery so called for
leader. Twang went the fiddles. “Pard-
ners for a kerdrille!” cried Jake.
Sizzum led off the ball with one of the
Blowsalinds before mentioned. Danc-
ing is enjoined in the Latter-day church.
They cite Jephthah’s daughter and David
dancing by the ark as good scriptural
authority for the custom.
“Right and left!” cried Jake Sham-
berlain. “Forrud the gent! The lady
forrud! Forrud the whole squad! Jerk
pardners! Scrape away Bottery! Kick
out and no walkin! Prance in gals!
Lamm ahead boys! Time time! All
hands around! Catch a gal and spin
her! Well that was jest as harnsome a
kerdrille as ever I seed.”
And so on with another quadrille
minuet and quadrille again. But the
subsequent dances were not so orderly as
the first. Filled with noise and romping
they frequently ended in wild disorder.
The figures tangled themselves into a
labyrinth and the music drowned by
the tumult ceased to be a clew of escape.
Nor could Jake’s voice half suffocated
by the dust be heard above the din
nntil having hushed his orchestra he
had called “Halt!” a dozen times.
In the intervals between the dances
we observed Larrap distributing whisky
to the better class of the emigrants. Siz-
zum did not disdain to accept the hospi-
tality of the stranger. Old Bridger's
liquid stores now Mormon property and
for sale at the price or jonamnsnerger
diminished fast on this festal night.
“Shall we go?” whispered I to Brent
after awhile.
“Not quite yet. Old Bottery an-
nounces that he is going to play a polka.
Fancy a polka here! That will engage
Sizzum after his potations so that he
will forget our friends.”
“Now brethren and saints” cried
Jake “attention for the polky! Pipe
up Bottery!”
At the sound of the creaking polka a
youth pale and unwholesome as a
tailor’s apprentice led out a sister sairft.
Others followed. Some danced teetotum
fashion. Others bounced clumsily about.
Around them all stood an applauding
circle. The fiddlers scraped; the dust
flew. Sizzum and Larrap two bad ele-
ments in combination stood together
cheering the dancers.
“Come” said Brent “let us get into
purer air and among nobler creatures.
How little we thought” he continued
“when we were speaking of such scenes
and people as we have just left as a pos-
sible background what figures would
stand in the foreground!”
“I am glad to be out of that noisy rab-
ble” said I as we passed from the gate.
“The stars seem to look disdainfully on
them. I cannot be entertained by that
low comedy with tragedy sitting beside
our friends’ wagon.”
“The stars” said Brent bitterly “are
cold and cruel as destiny. There is
heaven overhead pretending to be calm-
ing and benignant and giving no help
while I am thinking in agony what can
be done to save from any touch of shame
or deeper sorrow that noble daughter.”
“It is a fine night for a gallop” I re-
peated.
“There they are. We must keep them
out of the fort Wade. If you love me
detain the old man in talk for half an
hour."
“Certainly; half a century if it will
do any good.”
Mr. Clitheroe and his daughter were
walking slowly toward the fort. He
appealed to us as we approached.
“I am urging my daughter to join in
the amusements of the evening" sain
he. “You know my dear that many of
our old Lancashire neighbors still would
be pleased to see you a lady patroness of
their innocent sports and lending yonr
countenance to their healthy hilarity.
A little gayety will do you good I am
sure. This ball may not be elegant but
it will be cheerful and of course con-
ducted with great propriety since Broth-
er Sizzum is present. lam afraid he
will miss us and be offended. That
must not be Ellen dear. We must not
offend Brother Sizzum in any way what-
ever. We must consider that his wishes
are sovereign for is he not the chosen
apostle?”
Brent and I could both have wept to
hear this crazy senile stuff.
“Pray father dear” said Miss Clithe-
roe “do not insist upon it. We shall
both be wearied out if we are up late
after our day's march.”
It was clearly out of tenderness to him
that she avoided the real objections she
must have to such a scene.
“It is quite too noisy and dusty foi
Miss Clitheroe in the fort” said I and 1
took his arm. “Come sir let us walk
about and have a chat in the open air.”
I led him off poor old gentleman
facile under my resolute control. All
he had long ago needed was a firm man
friend to take him in hand and be his
despot but the weaker he was the less
he could be subject to his daughter. It
is the feeble unmasculine men who fight
most petulantly against the influence
and power of women.
“Well Mr. Wade” said he “perhaps
you are right. We have only to fancy
this the terrace outside the chateau and
it is as much according to rule to prome-
nade here as to stifle in the ballroom.
You are very kind gentlemen both to
prefer our society to the entertainment
inside. Certainly Brother Bottery’s vio-
lin is not like one of our modern bands
but when I was your age I could dance
to anything and anywhere. I suppose
young men see so much more of the
world now that they outgrow those fan-
cies sooner.”
So we walked ( oa away from the harsh
sounds of the ball. Brent dropped be
hind talking earnestly with the lady.
CHAPTER XII.
HUGH CLITHEROE.
Mr. Clitheroe grew more and more
communicative as we wandered about
over the open. I drew from him oi
rather with few words of guidance now
and then let him impart his history.
He seemed to feel that he had an expla-
nation to offer.
“We belong” he said “to the oldest
gentry of England. We have been liv-
ing at Clitheroe hall and where the hall
now stands for centuries. Our family
history goes back into the prehistoric
times. We have never been very fa-
mous; we have always sustained our
dignity. We might have had a dozen
peerages; but we were too much on the
fide of liberty of free speech and free
thought to act with the powers that be.
“There was never a time until my
day when one of us was not in parlia-
ment for Clitheroe. Clitheroe had two
■I sadly around to loot at hM
daughter.
memoers ana one of tne ota family that
gave its name to the town and got for it
its franchises was always chosen with-
out contest.
“It is a lovely region sir where the
town of Clitheroe and the old manor
honse of my family stand—the fairest
part of Lancashire. If you have only
seen as you say the flat country about
Liverpool and Manchester you do not
know at all what Lancashire can do in
scenery. Why there is Pendle hill; it
might better be called a mountain. Pen-
dle hill rises almost at my doorstep at
the door of Clitheroe hall. Pendle hill
sir is eighteen hundred and odd feet
high. And a beautiful hill it is. I
talked of the Wind River mountains
this afternoon; they are very fine but I
never should have learned to love heights
if my boyhood had not been trained by
the presence of Pendle hill.
"And there is the Ribble too. A lovely
river coming from the hills—such a
stream as I have not seen on this con-
tinent. Ido not wish to make harsh'
comparisons but your Mississippi and
Missouri are more like ditches than
rivers and as to the Platte why sir it
seems to me no better than a chain of
mud pools. Bnt the Ribble is quite an-
other thing. I suppose I love it more
because I have dabbled in it a boy and
bathed in it a man. and have seen it
flow on always a friend whether I was
rich or poor. Nature sir does not look
coldly on a poor man as humanity does.
The river R’bble and Pendle hill have
been faithful to me—they and my dear
Ellen always.
“Perhaps I tire you with this chat” he
said.
“Oh no!” replied I. “I should be a
poor American if I did not love to hear
of Mother England everywhere and al-
ways.”
“I almost fear to talk about home—-
our old home I mean—to my dear child.
She might glow a little homesick you
know and how could she understand K.
young and a woman too that duty
makes exile needful? Of course Ido not
mean to suggest that we deem our new
home in the Promised Land an exile.”
And here he again gave the same anx-
ious look I had before observed as if he
dreaded I had the power to dissolve an
unsubstantial illusion.
“I wish I had thought” he continued
“to show you when you were at tea a
picture of Clitheroe Hall I have. It is
my daughter Ellen’s work. She has a
genius for art. really a genius. We have
been living in a cottage near there
where she could see the hall from her
window —dear old place! and she has
made a capital drawing of it.”
“You had left it?” I asked. He had
paused commanded by his melancholy
recollections.
“Oh yes! Did I not tell yon about
my losses? I was a rich man and pros-
perous once. I kept open house sir in
my wife’s lifetime. She was a great
beauty. My dear Ellen is like her but
she has no beauty—a good girl and
daughter though like all young people
she has a juvenile wish to govern—but
no beauty. Perhaps she will grow hand-
some when we grow rich again.”
“Few women are so attractive as Miss
Clitheroe” 1 aid boldly enough.
“I have tried to be a good father to
her sir. She should have had diamonds
and pearls and everything that young
ladies want if I had succeeded. But
you ought to have seen Clitheroe Hall
sir in its best days. Such oaks as I had
in my park! One of those oaks is no-
ticed in Evelyn's Silva. One day a
great many years ago I found a young
man sitting under that oak writing
verses. I was hospitable to him and
gave him luncheon which he ate with a
very good appetite if he was a poet. I
did not ask his name; but not three
months after I received a volume of
poems with a sonnet among them
really very well done—very well done
indeed—inscribed to the Clitheroe oak.
The volume sir was by Mr. Words-
worth quite one of our best poets in his
way the founder of a new school.”
“A very pleasant incident!”
“Yes indeed. The poet was fortu-
nate was he not? But if you are fond
of pictures I should have liked to show
you my Vandykes. We had the famous
Clitheroe Beauty an earl’s daughter
maid of honor to Queen Henrietta Maria.
She chose plain Hugh Clitheroe before
all the noblemen of the court—we Clith-
eroes have always been fortunate in that
way. I said plain Hugh but he was as
handsome a cavalier as ever wore rapier.
He might have beoa an earl himself but
lie took the part of liberty and wax
killed on the Parliament side at Edge-
moor. I had his portrait too a Van-
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