In the Days of DrakeFletcher, J. S. (Joseph Smith)
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In the Days of Drake
Fletcher, J. S. (Joseph Smith)
Drake, Francis, approximately 1540-1596 -- Fiction
"And so for the sake of a few acres of land and a goodly heritage you
would condemn one who had never harmed you to horrors such as you cannot
imagine?" I said. "Look at me, Jasper. Even in this light it is not
difficult to see how I am changed. I have gone through such woes and
torments as you would scarcely credit. I have been in the hands of
devils in human shape, and they have so worked their will upon me that
there is hardly an inch of my body that is not marked and scarred. That
was thy doing, Jasper,--thine and thy fellow-villain's. Dost know what
happened to him?"
"No," he whispered, "what of him?"
"I saw him hanged to his own yard-arm in the Pacific Ocean, Jasper, and
he went to his own place with the lives of many an innocent man upon his
black soul. Take care you do not follow him. Shame upon you, cousin,
for the trick you played me!"
"You came between me and the girl I loved," he said fiercely. "All is
fair in love and war."
"Coward!" I said. "And liar, too! I never came between her and thee, for
she had never a word to give such a black-hearted villain as thou hast
proved thyself. And now, what is to prevent me from taking my revenge
upon thee, Jasper?"
"This," he said, very suddenly, whipping out his rapier. "This, Master
Humphrey. Home you have come again, worse luck, and have no doubt done
your best to injure me in more quarters than one, but you shall not live
to enjoy either land, or title, or sweetheart, for you shall die here
and now."
And with that he came pressing upon me with a sudden fury that was full
of murderous intent.
Now I had no weapon by me save a stout cudgel which I had cut from a
coppice by the wayside that morning, and this you would think was
naught when set against a rapier. Nevertheless I made such play with it,
that presently I knocked Jasper's weapon clean out of his hand so that
he could not recover it. And after that I seized him by the throat and
beat with my cudgel until he roared and begged for mercy, beseeching me
not to kill him.
"Have no fear, cousin," said I, still laying on to him, "I will not kill
thee, for I would have thee repent of all thy misdeeds."
And with that I gave him two or three sound cuts and then flung him from
me against the wall, where he lay groaning and cursing me.
After that I saw Jasper Stapleton no more. He never showed his face in
Beechcot again, and in a few days his mother, Dame Barbara, disappeared
also; and so they vanished out of my life, and I was glad of it, for
they had worked me much mischief.
When I reached the manor-house I let myself in by a secret way that I
knew of and went straight to the great hall, where sat my uncle, Sir
Thurstan, wrapped in cloaks and rugs, before a great fire of wood. He
was all alone, and hearing my step he half turned his head.
"Is that Jasper?" he inquired.
"Nay, sir," said I. "It is I--Humphrey--and I am come home again."
And I went forward and kneeled down before him and put my hands on his
knees.
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