False EvidenceOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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False Evidence
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Soldiers -- Fiction
As we walked our ponies down Porlock Hill, and came in sight of
Bossington Headland, standing gloomily out into the sea, my father
called William to him.
"William," he said, shortly, "I desire that you keep strictly to
yourself what happened to us just now. If I hear of your mentioning so
much as a word of it, you will leave my service at once."
William touched his hat awkwardly, but sincerely.
"There bean't no fear of me, maester," he answered. "I bean't no
gossip, I bean't, and I never zeed no zense in talkin' 'bout other
folks' avvairs; zepecially yer betters. I'll no mention that ther'er
chap to no one."
My father nodded, and not another word was spoken until we had passed
through Porlock and our ponies had freshened up into the home canter.
Then he leaned over and spoke to me.
"I need say nothing to you, my boy; I know your mother must hear about
this from me, and from me only."
"I promise, father," I answered simply, having hard work to keep my
voice from trembling, for I was still excited and uneasy; and something
made me suddenly hold my hand out to him as a pledge of my silence.
Many a time since I have been glad that I did so, for he seemed to take
it kindly.
"God bless you, my boy!" he said, and I could almost have fancied that
there were tears in his eyes.
CHAPTER V
"ON BOSSINGTON HEADLAND"
A very demon of unrest laid hold of me that night. I ought to have
been sleepy, for we had had a long fatiguing day in the open air, but,
as a matter of fact, I was nothing of the sort. I have always been a
rigid materialist, but never since that night have I been without some
faint belief in that branch of superstition known as presentiments.
I had led a strange life for a boy of my age. I had never been to
school, and I had no companions of my own station save my father. As
regards my education, that had been entrusted to Mr. Cox, our nearest
clergyman. He did his best with me, poor man; but he must have found
it terrible work, for I was anything but brilliant. There was another
part of my education, the part undertaken by my father, in which I was
not so backward, and, with all due respect to the classics, I found it
of infinitely more use to me in my after life. I could ride, fish,
shoot, fence, box, or row as well as most men, and, though I was
slight, I was tall and strong, as who would not have been leading the
healthy life which we did?
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